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The whole truth

Pairing: Juyeon x reader Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, college au, love alarm au Word count: 14.7k Warnings: swearing, violence, mention of blood A/N: written for the love and pop collab hosted by @sunzwoo which is based on kdramas!! not similar to the drama in any way so dw about spoilers or anything like that haha

The love alarm claims that true feelings cannot be hidden, and ever since downloading the app, you've anticipated the day it would reveal someone's feelings for you. But perhaps the truth has always been there—you just never looked.

True feelings are something that cannot be hidden—well, not for long anyway. Whether they creep into your smiles or create sparkles in your eyes, or whether his face pops into your mind each time you walk by the cafe he once mentioned, these feelings will eventually bleed into your every action if unaddressed.

Luckily for you, that's where the new love alarm app comes in.

Love Alarm. It's the newest and hottest app on the market from the moment it was released, and the only app to reveal the truth behind people's feelings.

Juyeon closes the tab, letting the catchy jingle of the ad end abruptly with a roll of his eyes. His lips are pulled into a frown and there's a tension in his body that wasn't there before, screaming annoyance. It doesn't take much for you to know exactly what your best friend is thinking.

You want to laugh at just how bothered he is by the app, but it puzzles you, for he's usually so relaxed and easygoing that even the way you constantly push his buttons wouldn't get a rise out of him. Now, however, the love alarm app somehow does that without even trying.

"You still can't believe people are buying into that, right?" A teasing lilt laces your voice.

"It's stupid," Juyeon glances at you up and down warily, as if he knows what you're thinking too. "Don't tell me you got it—"

"I downloaded it." Without missing a beat, you pull it up on your phone and shove it in front of his face. There's nothing interesting on the screen—only an empty circle glowing, awaiting for a heart to show up—but he lets out an irritated huff anyway. Your grin grows wider. "It's just for fun," you say, pulling it back when he waves you off. "Wouldn't it be so exciting to have the person you like ring your alarm?"

"What's the point of that? Why do you need an app to tell you something you should already know?"

"Well," you frown, his words making you pause, "if you put it like that, then maybe you're right. But it's kind of like... couple rings. You know, like a tangible symbol of your love or something. A sign that your love is requited."

Perhaps it's a feeble excuse but it doesn't take away your excitement; the app is merely meant to indicate one's true feelings towards another, and if anyone has a secret crush on you right now, surely this would be the solution to finding them so you wouldn't be single for life. All you have to do is be within ten meters of them, and your love alarm would ring. It's no surprise that the app is so popular when it's this easy to use—couples are using it to strengthen their relationships, and singles are hoping to find love with this simple ringing sound.

Besides, this would help you deal with the budding feelings you've kept hidden for the past month. With the app, it would be much easier to confess to your crush—you'd no longer have to drop a hint when you ask him to hang out, nor would you need to beg the barista to draw hearts on the lattes you buy for him. All that's needed is the ringing of his alarm and he'd know everything.

"But why do you need to use the alarm to confess to him?" Juyeon nudges you impatiently. "Why not tell him directly?" He blinks at you, awaiting an answer like he's interested in your love life all of a sudden. It's surprising as he's never shown any interest over the many years you've known each other, though you figure he's just trying to leech off some free entertainment this time.

Life gets boring when you don't have a crush, and his life is probably very boring if he's never had one from birth until now.

"It's much easier this way than actually talking to him. Trust me, I'd rather not have to awkwardly stutter through my confession just to have him awkwardly try to soften the blow of a rejection." You shake your head to get rid of that image. "Like, just have the alarm ring—or not ring—and get it over with."

"I guess," Juyeon shrugs, turning back to his laptop where he carefully mutes all of the love alarm ads this time before they can play.

He doesn't say anything after that, so you go back to texting your crush. You have to put in extra effort in planning your meet up with him since it'll be the day your love alarm finally rings.

When the day arrives, Juyeon gives you cautious glances and sends you more texts than he's probably sent in his life. His concern is excessive, albeit endearing, but what baffles you is why he would be so bothered by the love alarm, which you're sure is the root of his worry. You can't see the harm in it when it should be for fun, for some lighthearted laughs that take you back to the time of first crushes in middle school; definitely not what Juyeon is making it out to be.

The only downside you can think of is the gradual loss of confidence that comes with having your alarm stay silent for so long. You try not to let it bother you too much though, because that will change very soon when Sangyeon rings your alarm. It's easy to picture—the moment you step into his range, you'll be able to hear two alarms ringing simultaneously, and you'll pull out your phone to see the small heart floating around on your screen.

Today would be the day your crush on Sangyeon is finally revealed.

Lee Sangyeon, the senior with the dimpled smiles bright enough to rival the sun. The moment you'd stumbled upon his desk at the tutoring center, there was an undeniable connection—from the fun banter to his unique humour as he tried to make you laugh, to the way his eyes seemed to smile when he did. You'd nearly forgotten what a chore this linear algebra class was supposed to be. And with all the meet ups outside of the tutoring and between the lines of your casual texts, you were sure he became something more than just the hot senior you looked up to.

Initially, you hadn’t planned on acknowledging these feelings. It would be a risky and awkward thing to do when there are still a couple of months left until finals and you'd probably be seeing him for more tutoring sessions, but the existence of the love alarm changes things. It makes you want to test the waters and see if he feels the same, especially when there's little to no harm—confessions and rejections alike would be reduced down to a simple ring, or lack thereof, of an alarm.

You spot him easily despite being much too early to your meet up. He's sitting at a table outside the campus cafe, faced away from you as he seemingly focuses on something inside it. People watching, perhaps, as he awaits your arrival. Two drinks rest on the table and the sight makes your heart speed up a little, knowing that one is probably for you. But before you can call out his name or go surprise him, you realize exactly what—or rather, who—he is looking at.

A girl walks out of the cafe and it's obvious the way his gaze follows her and the way she lights up at the sight of him. What's more obvious is that the big smile on Sangyeon's face, the same smile that you'd seen so many times before, is now directed right at her.

And sure, you can tell yourself that it's nothing. That all of this is a coincidence, and that it's only happening because he hasn't spotted you. You're early, after all.

But there's no way you can deny what happens next, for when the girl takes another step forward, the ping of a phone sounds: the ringing of a love alarm. You can't mistake the sound for anything else when it's in ads and in classrooms and everywhere around you, and when the second ring of a love alarm cuts through the air, it's definitely no mistake. The sound is distinct just like the glow of the heart on the screen when the girl pulls out her phone. Just like the glow on Sangyeon's face when he pulls out his, too.

You freeze because many things soon become clear.

It might've meant something when he remembered your coffee order, but it looks like he knows hers too. The smile on her face grows when he hands her the drink, voice carried over in the wind as he says, "I got you your favourite." The light pat on the head that you thought was something only for you now ruffles her hair, disarranging it from where it sat neatly before. And the bright smile with the dimple in full view that hadn't been for anyone else rests on his face now, no longer directed at you but at her. The same person whose love alarm he rang.

It's clear you'd been looking for things that weren't there this entire time. The tutoring sessions were just that: tutoring sessions. Nothing more, nothing less. He may have brought you coffee on more than one occasion, but that was just an act of kindness. Taking you out for dinner after your midterm grades came back was simply a celebration, not a date, and remembering all the little details that you told him was only a sign of his amazing memory. None of that meant anything, and now with the love alarm, it's painfully obvious—while Sangyeon may have made you feel special, it's really just his personality.

There's definitely no mistake when you stumble forward, landing right in the range of Sangyeon's love alarm. Your app is silent the moment you enter, and it stays silent when he turns to leave with the girl, hand in hand.

You pull out your phone and send him a quick text with the first excuse you can think of for cancelling today's meet up.

A few hours later, you're in the safety of your bed with your head buried under several pillows when the door quietly creaks open.

You don't need to look up to know it's Juyeon, no doubt coming over to see how you're doing. Not that you really told him anything—you simply said that things didn't work out, without a name nor a mention of what happened at all. But even with just that information, your best friend understood.

Juyeon crosses the room and sits down beside you, making the bed dip slightly under his weight. He doesn't say anything, giving you space to open up about what's bothering you on your own, but there is a very intentional crinkling of a bag that breaks the silence.

It's bait. The bubble tea and takeout that he places on your table are an invitation for you to stop moping and to open up about what happened. Judging by the colour of the drink, it's your favourite too. Who needs Sangyeon to bring you your favourite drinks when you have a best friend who can do that?

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, eyeing you as you stab the drink with the straw a little too aggressively. "What happened?"

You make him wait until you all but inhale your drink. "Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I saw him by the cafe today, and there was a girl with him."

"And?"

"I saw them ring each other's love alarms, okay?" You sigh, not wanting to tell him about it but finding no way around it. Getting rejected was bad enough; you don't need him to tell you that he was right to be worried about this.

Although Juyeon doesn't react right away, you can see the gears turning in his mind and you know what he must be thinking—that it's the love alarm that's making you feel this way, and that none of this would've happened if it hadn't been for the app. That this incident only proves it does more harm than good. And while that may be true to some degree, the app still did its job and revealed the truth.

On the other hand, not all has been lost because Sangyeon still has no idea about your feelings. With the love alarm, you were able to find out how he feels about you without giving away how you feel about him. It's exactly like what you told Juyeon—the app not only made confessing easy, but it made rejection easy as well.

"Maybe I'm just unlovable," you mutter, grabbing a pillow to hide your face from him. "I've had this alarm since it came out and it hasn't even rung a single time. Maybe it's defective. Maybe I'm defective."

Juyeon pries the pillow out of your hands, and there's a firmness in his gaze right before he looks away. "Y/N, you're not unlovable. Maybe the people that like you just aren't dumb enough to download the app."

"Ugh, shush. I swear you have something against the app, like a personal agenda or whatever."

"I'm only trying to say that just because there's an app to tell you who you like doesn't mean you should treat all this like a game," he scoffs. "Those people who go around trying to collect as many hearts as possible? They're treating those hearts like—like Pokémon or something, not like the feelings of real, living people."

"So? What does that even mean?"

"The love alarm doesn't have to mean anything. You should look beyond that and see what people are doing. What they're trying to tell you through their actions."

"I thought that's what I did with Sangyeon," you roll your eyes, still feeling bitter. "And it turned out to be entirely wrong."

He doesn't have anything to say in return, opting to shrug and then pass you your drink like that would distract you from the situation. You don't feel like you've won this debate at all, if you could even call it that.

"So Sangyeon didn't ring your love alarm."

You immediately shoot him a glare. "Do you really have to bring it up again? Are you trying to rub it in? Are you happy about that—"

"Well," Juyeon says calmly, not showing any sign of having heard your outburst, "did you ring his?"

Of course, you open your mouth to say, the words resting at the tip of your tongue. But then everything stops. The room stills and you can't seem to remember anything other than the startling realization that sits at the pit of your stomach. All you can hear is the echo of his words replaying in your mind: did you ring his?

It's something you hadn't thought about until this very moment. You were so focused on how Sangyeon didn't ring your alarm and how he likes someone else, that you entirely missed this part.

Because he may not have rung your alarm, but you hadn't rung his either.

The question constantly circles your mind for the next while. Sangyeon was your crush and you'd been so sure that if you could ring anyone's love alarm, it would be his. You thought you'd liked him enough—as much as anyone should like a crush—but what happened that weekend has you questioning everything you thought you knew.

Because if it isn't him, like you'd always believed, then who could it be? What does it take to have your heart show up on someone else's love alarm app?

Soon enough, you're able to forget about it though. Juyeon acts as an effective distraction when he's nicer to you than usual, as if worrying about how you'd fare with your rejection. He drags you out of your room, claiming he's craving bubble tea when it seems like just an excuse to check up on you—not that you'd ever turn down a free drink. He asks you to accompany him at the library as he studies, though you're familiar enough with his schedule to know there are no upcoming midterms for the next couple of weeks. And when takeout gets delivered to your door, you don't need to look at the note to know who it's from.

You decide he doesn't need to know that this Sangyeon thing isn't such a big deal. Sangyeon wasn't a huge part of your life, and with the rejection feeling more embarrassing than painful, you start questioning your feelings for him. It's probable that you never truly liked him, and what you experienced was something your mind conjured out of boredom. Life is boring without a crush, after all.

"You okay?" As soon as you open your door, Juyeon eyes you up and down like he's judging the evidence of late nights written under your eyes. There's a hint of a smile on his lips, and without another word, he turns and leads the way out of your building to head to class.

The two of you don't make it very far before getting interrupted.

"Hey, Juyeon," a tentative voice floats over. Off to the side, there's a familiar girl that comes into view—a freshman if you remember correctly—staring at Juyeon with hope filled eyes.

You know exactly what's to come: she'll be asking him out, he'll freeze and try to figure out how to reject her, and then he'll ultimately give in when he doesn't figure it out. After that, he'll spend all week lamenting to you about the date and regretting his decisions.

"I wanted to talk to you," the girl continues, not sparing you a single glance as her eyes seem to drink in Juyeon in his entirety. "Oh um, is your love alarm not on?"

It used to be funny watching him struggle to answer, but you find it hard to remember how that feels when a surge of annoyance washes over you. It has you looping your arm around his, tugging him closer until the two of you are pressed together, side by side. "Juyeon doesn't have a love alarm, and he's not available," you say, putting on an exaggerated pout and not pausing to care about how it feels all too fake on your face. "Nor is he interested. Sorry."

She's shocked, to say the least. Her mouth opens but nothing comes out, and at Juyeon's nod confirming your words, the poor girl leaves, quick strides soon making her disappear from your view. You shouldn't be taking it out on her, but the satisfaction that follows has you justifying it was all to help Juyeon break out of his endless cycle of being unable to reject people. Because that's what friends do, right? It's your job to help your best friend in any way possible, and that's precisely what you did.

Juyeon turns to you with a sparkle in his eyes, pleasantly surprised with a hint of a smile on his lips. "Thanks, I think."

"It makes you uncomfortable when people do that but why don't you ever tell them off?" you ask, thinking back to all the times you said he's too nice for his own good.

He has always hated it—the love and attention he's showered with from strangers who don't know him, and who don't bother trying to know him beyond the picture they've painted in their own minds. Juyeon doesn’t like the expectations, and he especially dislikes the disappointment and the disinterest that follow once he's found to be different from those expectations.

Perhaps that's why he is so guarded. It's hard to tell who else he is close to when he doesn't open up to anyone but you.

"Hmm," Juyeon hums as he thinks. "I feel bad. Everyone deserves a chance."

"Yeah, but they're not giving you a chance. The real you—not whatever they think of you."

He shrugs a little, expression softening as he meets your eyes. "That's why I have you."

Then he starts walking again, tugging you along by the arm you chained with his.

But the whole trek across campus, you’re thinking about what he said. His words, along with everything else he's done for you lately, are gradually making you realize that this is something you never had with Sangyeon. Looking back, it's like you hardly knew the senior at all. He may have made you feel special and let you open up to him, but he gave away almost nothing about himself in return—forget about vulnerability, you don't think he even told you about his thoughts on the latest Marvel movie. It's clear you never got to know him in the way you know Juyeon.

"Um, I have to," Juyeon gestures awkwardly after coming to a stop outside his classroom, "get to class now." His eyes then trail down to where you're still clinging onto his arm tightly.

"Right, sorry." You quickly let go, stepping back to give him some space. "Have a nice class. Don't get too wrapped up in those proofs."

He nods, a sparkle appearing in his eyes. "Hope you survive Hyunjae annoying you."

The moment you walk into your lecture hall, the boy in question is clambering over the rows of seats to get to you. He slides into the seat to your left, while you very obviously ignore him, and then leans across the armrest until his face is very obviously in your way.

You sigh, finally turning a little. "Yes?"

"Y/N, don't you want to hear about what I found out?" Hyunjae's wide eyes stare at you excitedly, unblinking. He doesn't bother moving away either—perhaps last year you would've pushed him away, but strangely enough, you've gotten used to his lack of boundaries. Without waiting for your answer, he continues. "I know the reason why you couldn't ring that hot senior's love alarm."

"What? Wait how did you know—"

"I have my sources, Y/N," he waves you off dismissively. "Anyway, do you want to hear about it or not?"

"I don't, actually."

A smirk starts to spread. "Okay, I'll tell you because I'm a great friend. The reason why you couldn’t ring his alarm is because you never actually liked him."

"What on earth are you talking about?" You stare him down even at the risk of going cross-eyed with how close his face is hovering.

His words don't deter you because that's pretty much what you had been thinking too: you never truly liked Sangyeon. If you didn't manage to ring his alarm, then this must be the only logical conclusion. He was available, and you enjoyed the excitement of digging into his every word and gesture so much that you ended up believing you had feelings for him. But it wasn't real.

"Fine, maybe I didn't really like him," you mutter, turning away from Hyunjae to flip open your notebook for class. "So?"

"You thought you liked him, but you never did..." He leaves his sentence off at an intentional cliff-hanger, and then goes to cover your notebook with a hand so you'd have no choice but to turn back to him. "Because you're actually in love with someone else."

"Yeah? And who might that be?"

The smirk widens. "Juyeon."

There's no way you're hearing correctly.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Shut up, stupid." You push his hand off your notebook and turn to smack him instead. "Would you stop shipping your friends? That's creepy."

"Y/N, seriously. Think about it—you basically know everything about him, right?"

"We're close friends. Wouldn't it be strange if we didn't know everything about each other?"

Hyunjae heaves a sigh and ultimately sits down properly in his seat. "Okay, if you don't believe me, fine. I know someone who might be able to ring your alarm."

"What?"

"Weren't you complaining that no one rang your alarm? Well, I know someone who might be able to change that. You know Kim Younghoon, right?" He waves a hand to get your attention again. "Tall, handsome, looks like he could be a model? I think he said you were in the same tutorial as him in first year." At your lack of response, he rolls his eyes impatiently and slouches in his seat. "Just come with me after class and we'll see if he actually rings your love alarm."

Soon, the class starts, and you want to thank the professor for making Hyunjae finally shut up.

Three whiteboards of math formulas later, Hyunjae's tugging you down the steps of the lecture hall insistently. You try to use Juyeon as an excuse to get out of whatever he has planned, but it backfires—Hyunjae stops by Juyeon's classroom next door and goes to drag him along too. The poor boy is still finishing up the last of his notes, squinting at the tiny writing on the board when Hyunjae starts packing up his stuff for him. All for the purpose of proving to you that your love alarm isn't defective, it seems.

While heading towards wherever Younghoon says he is, you manage to sneak a glance at Juyeon, hoping to share a secret laugh about Hyunjae's obnoxious antics or exchange a knowing look. But Juyeon doesn't glance your way. He's been strangely quiet since Hyunjae explained what's going on and he merely shrugged when you mouthed an apology. Now his head is bent, gaze fixed on the ground in front of him, lips set into a line.

There's a small crowd in front of the arts building Hyunjae leads you to. At a glance, none of the faces are familiar and you're about to tell him to stop with this prank until the crowd opens up a little. A guy—tall and model-like just as he had described—steps away from the circle as he laughs, throwing his head back. You immediately know who he is.

The sight of him takes you back to the two long days spent working on the tutorial project at the library in your freshman year. You remember the exact shape of his smile, having spent all too many of those forty-eight hours staring at it—at some point he seemed to be glowing under the sun streaming through the windows, although your sleepless brain could've easily hallucinated the image.

Younghoon is busy talking to his friends and doesn't seem to notice the three of you approaching, and briefly, you wonder if it's best to keep it that way. So you decide to stop right outside of Younghoon’s ten-meter radius. Hyunjae shoots you a questioning look, but you can’t possibly explain your hesitation to him when you don’t understand it yourself. Shouldn't this be what you want after all you've complained about your silent love alarm? Yet there's a twisting in your gut making you think all of this is wrong: using the alarm, relying on it to bring you that special someone. Letting it tell you who you should love.

You brush it off, thinking it's just Juyeon's influence. It would be difficult to not absorb his ideas when he's constantly telling you his stance.

But before you can make a move, there's a hand pushing you. It's a light shove yet it catches you off guard and makes you stumble slightly before you regain your balance. And before you can even spit out a string of insults at Hyunjae, who you're sure is the culprit, you notice you're right within the range of Younghoon's love alarm.

Something rings.

The ringing of your alarm catches Younghoon's attention, and his gaze snaps up towards the source of the sound. Then, eyes are on you—his and everyone else's in that group. Juyeon is watching you too but unlike Younghoon's hopeful eyes or his friends' teasing grins, the expression Juyeon wears is entirely unreadable. His face is neutral, yet you can tell there are plenty of thoughts swimming right behind those guarded eyes, which you make a note of to ask him about later.

You slowly pull out your phone and there, on the screen, is a small, pink heart. It seems to pulse where it rests just above the small line of words 'someone likes you!', and its image is so foreign that you have to exit the app and reopen it to check if it's real. And when the app opens again, it's still there. Floating and glowing at the edges.

Unless anyone else in that friend group has a crush on you—which would be even less believable when they're all unfamiliar faces—then it means that Younghoon is the one ringing your love alarm. Hyunjae wasn't lying about this.

There's a smile on your face after seeing the way his friends nudge him teasingly, and then you realize that the hesitation you had a moment ago was for nothing. Surely the love alarm can't be as bad as Juyeon makes it out to be if you're so happy after seeing this tiny heart appear on your screen. Surely it can't be bad when Younghoon shyly smiles at you and gives a little wave.

It can't be bad at all when you can feel your heart race the slightest at what's to come.

The date with Younghoon goes well—even better than expected. You don't know why you agreed to it, for you feared it would be awkward, but the excitement of the love alarm seemed to cast a spell on the two of you. It makes him smile and you laugh, and it makes the lights in the restaurant blur together as they twinkle enchantingly.

However, what pulls you back to reality is the part of you that can't stop thinking about what Hyunjae said. The idea of having feelings for Juyeon is absurd—you know it is. He's your best friend and has been for the majority of your life, and besides, you've seen him in less-than-optimal conditions and hadn't felt a thing. Shirtless? Been there, done that. Pantless? Not something you'd like to admit, but yes, there was that too. Crying his eyes out after watching a documentary about cheetahs? Surely no one who claims to like him would ever want to witness that.

So it's strange to you why this idea would stick around in your head, all throughout your date with Younghoon and all night afterwards, and even through the following days after that. It's as if Hyunjae planted an idea that you couldn't unhear or unlearn no matter what, like opening a pandora's box.

But that's the other thing—as ridiculous as the idea is, you're not completely sure it's something you want to unhear. It intrigues you, for one, and while the thought is strange, it's not entirely repulsive. It rather sparks a sort of curiosity, and you find yourself wondering what everyone else sees in him, what draws them in so much that half of campus is asking for him to download the love alarm. What he would be like as a boyfriend, how it might feel to be in his arms, and not in the purely platonic way that you've known since grade school. If it would be awkward and strange, or something else entirely—though what that something else may be, you don't want to unpack just yet. How it would feel to have his large hands holding you, to have the warmth of his body against yours and his lips—

"Y/N? Are you even listening?"

"What?" You give a sharp shake of your head to snap out of your daze, then turn to Juyeon with a smile. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"You didn't finish telling me about your date with Younghoon."

Shit, your mind is truly in the gutter if your thoughts had just swung from telling about your date to thinking about your best friend in... not such a friendly way. This is all Hyunjae's fault. "Um, right. Well, it's just that you were never interested in," you struggle to find the words, gesturing vaguely in front of you, "any of this, so I thought that maybe you don't really want to hear about it."

You end up telling him the rest of the story anyway but leave out all the important details.

That's only the first time it happens.

With Juyeon clinging onto you during all of your free time—he continues using the excuse that he's worried about you after the rejection, and you, for whatever reason, don't bother to tell him otherwise—these thoughts only continue to fester. They accumulate little by little until every cell in your body is filled with this overwhelming curiosity. And while Hyunjae may eye you with a cocky smirk that says he was totally right about the situation, you're too fixated on solving this mystery to care.

The next time, it's the staring. Mindless staring, you tell yourself, which isn't weird because people are drawn to faces, and maybe Juyeon is simply a face occupying your field of view. But then you're tracing over his features with your gaze, slowly travelling along the shape of his dark eyes, the bridge of his nose, the smooth lines of his jaw all the way down to his chin.

You knew what he looked like, of course. Over ten years of friendship has taught you how to pick out his hands in a group picture of twenty pairs of them making finger hearts in front of a campfire, and how to recognize the back of his head rows ahead of you in class. But it's a lot like looking in the mirror—the more you stare at this familiar face you see every day, the less familiar it looks. Have his lips always curved up slightly at the corners? And has the mole always been just above his right eye? You don't recall ever noticing it.

"What?" he asks and there’s no sign of annoyance in his voice, but rather amusement.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks a little softer.

Then he shifts and leans across the desk as if purposely letting you stare. Up close, the mole is more apparent, and he has more than just the one above his eye—there's one at the side of his face, and one more on his neck below that.

"What are you doing, Y/N?"

"W-what? Oh, um," you jerk out of your reverie, moving your chair back until there’s some space between the two of you. "I never noticed how many moles you have."

"Oh," his lips automatically turn into a frown, "yeah, I have a few."

He gradually turns away, sitting back down in his seat beside you but the frown persists. For some reason he looks almost disappointed, and you can only assume that it's because there should've been a better revelation than the fact that he has moles. Moles are boring and certainly not worth having moved closer until he was mere centimeters from you.

"I'm just kidding," you nudge him, trying to save the situation. "I was looking for your secret."

Juyeon does turn at the bait, face unreadable. "What secret?"

"You know the one I'm talking about."

For a second, it does seem like he's falling for the trap. There's a shadow of guilt that flickers over his face, and you almost think he really is hiding something. That there has to be some secret he's keeping, even if you aren't trying to dig—you meant for this to be a joke.

But whatever it was disappears as quickly as it arrived. Juyeon raises an eyebrow instead, lips curving into a playful grin. "Well? Did you find it?"

"Yup," you nod, "I found it but don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

"Ah, really?" The smile is still there, though it turns a little softer, and perhaps more serious. "I really hope it is."

The idea of Juyeon's secret soon gets erased from your mind, but the thoughts of being in love with him continue to stick around. Every drink Juyeon buys you now becomes a reminder of how well he knows you, every study session becomes a note of how much you enjoy his company. His every touch, whether it's slinging an arm around your shoulder or grasping onto your hand, becomes a chance to overthink and second guess yourself.

"I'm going to live in your room from now on," you announce, crashing onto his bed right after your only shared class. "Look at you, getting your own bathroom. Ugh, you would never understand the pains of having to share one with other people."

"I told you we should've rented a place together," Juyeon shrugs. "But if you don't mind being pressed against the wall when you sleep, then sure." As if for emphasis, he throws himself onto the bed beside you. He's correct that there really isn't much space on the small single bed, for half of his body lands on you, nearly crushing you with his long limbs.

"I don't think you know how heavy you are," you shove him lightly and then move out of the way so that he ends up beside you.

It's nice. Closing your eyes takes you back to old sleepovers you had as a kid, where you used to sneak out of your sleeping bag and into Juyeon's bed. The two of you lying side by side, talking about anything and everything until the brink of dawn. It reminds you that it's been a while since you revisited any childhood memories as if they were a photo album that you look through every so often.

"Remember the time we had a fake wedding in like, second grade?" you ask, trying to recall the scenes of what happened, play by play.

"How could I forget? Your shoes were so sparkly, and you had all this lipstick smeared on."

"And there were those silly vows we made up."

He laughs and you join him, and for a second everything is okay. It's fine. You're transported back to a time when there was no second guessing and no questioning, but only the happiness that came with two kids being silly together.

"Who would've thought we'd still be so close after all these years? You know me so well that it's scary sometimes."

"Because I could use that to blackmail you? Oh please, I'm not Hyunjae," he chuckles, and you know you should be finding it funny too but can't bring yourself to laugh.

"No, because... if you ever leave one day, you'd be taking all of that with you." You turn to look at him. "Juyeon, you'd be taking the last fifteen years of my life."

A frown crosses over his features. "Why would you say that? I'm not going anywhere."

"But how can you be sure of that? Anything can happen. Maybe you'd get bored of being my friend."

"I'm sure it would never happen." He turns to face you too, shifting a little closer until you're looking directly in his eyes. "Because if it does, you'd be taking a lot more than just fifteen years of memories from me."

"Yeah?" you whisper. "Like what?"

Juyeon hesitates for a brief moment before he reaches over to caress your cheek as if it answers the question he sees in your eyes. "Everything, Y/N. You'd be taking everything. My heart, soul, everything that I am."

You're frozen as the gravity of his words sinks somewhere deep inside you, because you completely understand. Those fifteen years of friendship are what shaped you, what made you who you are today, and without them, you may as well be a shell of a person. Without Sangyeon, you'd be someone getting over a small crush, and without Hyunjae, you'd be lonely without any close friends in your major.

But without Juyeon, you're not sure you'd be anything at all.

Now, under the weight of his gaze, any chance of a response completely disappears when there are no words that can express just how much he means to you. You can only give in to the fear of losing him and to the intense wave of affection engulfing you, telling you to inch forward and close the tiny distance between you until there's nothing left. Until your lips are meeting his and the tangible connection can reassure you that he's real, that this is real, and that he's here and everything will be fine.

It's tentative at first. You have half the mind to hold back despite the want that suddenly aches through your body, now knowing that it has mistaken itself as curiosity this entire time. Wanting to kiss him, to have his body pressed against yours, to know what it's like watching his eyes darken and hearing him fall apart. To know him in a way that even his best friend doesn't.

A moment later, you're about to pull back but what you don't expect is for him to drag you closer until your limbs are intertwined together, the sheets are tangled under you, and you're feeling the thud of his heart pattering restlessly under your hands.

You break away first.

"Oh, um—sorry," comes tumbling out of your mouth while attempting to put some distance between the two of you. "Sorry, sorry. I just—I wasn't thinking. Well, no, I was. I was thinking about it but didn't realize I was actually doing it, and—"

"Y/N, relax." He brings his hands up from your waist to caress your face. "It's fine. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I didn't want it."

"You—kissed me back?"

Juyeon nods. "Yeah." And in his dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lights, you find something that looks a lot like the mirror reflection of yourself.

You don't stop it from happening when he goes to initiate the second kiss, nor when it leads to a third, and you don't want to stop even when it's much more than you need to draw an answer from.

It takes a while to get your senses back, and the weight of what you did doesn't hit you until much later when you're lying in your own bed, staring at the ceiling.

You kissed your best friend. Not just once either—it was enough times that it couldn't have been an accident. Enough times to find out your truth and for him to practically admit his through soft lips ghosting across your skin. Whatever this was, was fully intentional.

The way the two of you completely avoid the topic the next day makes it seem like a mistake, though. If you didn't know better, it's almost like nothing happened when life continues in the same light and casual manner as it always has. As if the entire event appears to be sealed and locked away in the depths of your memories.

But the truth cannot stay hidden for long, and it's not hard to spot the way it seeps between the bars of its cage.

There's the slight crack in Juyeon's voice when he greets you, the initial hesitation in his steps before walking towards you after class. There's the way you try to make things sound casual, though it comes out so overly casual that it clearly sounds forced—he doesn't call you out on it, and for some reason that makes it even worse.

If this tension were with anyone else, you would've easily cracked a joke and laughed it off. But the fact that Juyeon is your best friend and you kissed him isn't something you can resolve so easily. It has you thinking nonstop: what if that kiss has ruined everything? And although he kissed you back, what if he was just caught up in the moment? What if he has second thoughts and now finds it gross? There are so many variables and each one seems to lead to an outcome even worse than the previous.

"Hyunjae," you whisper to get his attention when he doesn't look up. "What are you doing?"

He doesn't appear to hear you, but he might as well be asleep—there's a baseball cap pulled low so that it blocks a good chunk of his face, and he's leaning against the wall beside his seat at the end of the row. You give him a little nudge that seems to do the trick.

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Y/N." He quickly adjusts the hat and sits up a little straighter, and in that one moment, you can see his entire demeanour change. Where he had a blank expression before is now occupied by his signature smirk, appearing instantly like he's intentionally plastering it on. "So, are you going to stare at me for the entire lecture or are you going to spill what's on your mind?"

"Um... my friend has been asking me for love advice," you start, maintaining nonchalance in your voice. "How do you tell if you're in love with someone or not?"

"Your friend? Really, Y/N?" Hyunjae deadpans. "You're asking for a friend?"

You nod and hope for the best despite how it gets you a scoff and the raise of a brow. He doesn't believe you but hey, what's wrong with asking for a friend?

"Right. Well, that's easy," he shrugs. "Just use the love alarm—download it for him or something. It'd be the easiest way to figure it out." At your silence, he chuckles. "What, did you think you'd have to go around kissing people to find out if you're in love with them?"

Oh.

You don't say anything. You can't when your entire body feels like it’s just been dunked in cold water. Yes, that's exactly what it is—the chills of mortification threatening to pull you right into the ground.

"What, you never thought of using that?"

You’re never going to speak again.

Slowly but surely, the confusion on Hyunjae's face melts away and turns into shock, followed by realization, and his eyes become larger than you've ever seen them before. "No way," he gasps loudly. A few heads turn from the nearby rows. "No fucking way. Tell me that's not what happened. There is no way you actually kissed—"

In one movement, you hurriedly cover his mouth before he can get the attention of the rest of the class too.

"Shut up." You only pull your hand when he seems to have calmed down. "I'm never telling you anything ever again."

To your surprise, he doesn't laugh about it or start making fun of you. On his face isn't his signature cocky smirk but rather a softer smile, closer to a look of genuine happiness. "See? I told you there was something there. Well, was it good? Did you get your answer from it?"

"Honestly? I have no idea," you mutter. "Trust me, I wouldn't be here asking you if I knew."

"I think you do know the answer. You're just asking me because you're scared to admit it."

The professor walks in before you can ask Hyunjae what he means, so you're left with that line haunting you for the rest of the lecture. And while you try to pay attention and scribble down everything on the board, there's a weight in your stomach—something you'd been dismissing as being nervous to meet Juyeon later—that seems to grow.

You hate that Hyunjae is right. How have you not thought of using the love alarm? You wouldn't need to go around kissing people if you just downloaded the app on Juyeon's phone to solve this mystery once and for all. The best part is he wouldn't even have to know—if you could get your hands on his phone, then downloading the app, confirming your suspicions, and deleting it could all be done without his knowledge. If only you'd thought of this before the kiss, then things wouldn't have to be so awkward between you and Juyeon now.

With a quiet thanks to Hyunjae at the end of class, you quickly slip out of the room and make your way to Juyeon's dorm.

A study session and dinner are what he promised, but you know it's another attempt to keep things the same and to pretend nothing has changed. Which is fine; you're good at avoiding things. What isn't fine is the fear that you'll ruin what the two of you have. That this kiss has already ruined it, and it's inevitable regardless of how long you keep avoiding the topic.

And so, the studying gets done. Your time together is mostly spent in silence when neither of you have much to say, and you try to keep your eyes glued to your laptop screen so they don't start wandering over to him. That definitely would not do you any favours.

It's hours later, after you finish watching your module and the sun has long set, when an opportunity comes your way.

Juyeon gets up from his chair, stretching his limbs out and nearly hitting you with his long arms. He gives you an apologetic smile before heading out the door to grab your food order and doesn't bother to take anything with him.

Including his phone.

If you were going to get any opportunity to find out the truth, now would be the time.

While you know it might be a slight invasion of privacy, it's not like you're going through his phone. You'd simply be downloading an app—what can be the harm of it? What's so bad about the love alarm anyway? Besides, you have to do this. You can't stand the tension that's been lingering between you ever since that day, and having to pretend that it's not there, that none of it happened, is killing you. You have to solve this mystery once and for all. You have to know.

And now, his phone is right there. It would be so easy to unlock it with the passcode you know and then download it for him.

So that's what you do. You take his phone and keep an eye on the door as the download progresses slowly, tapping your fingers impatiently on the screen as if that would make it go faster. The app opens just as slowly, showing the initial set up bar moving towards completion at the bottom of the home page.

Then you squeeze your eyes shut right as the app opens to the usual circle on the screen—this would be the moment of truth that you've been searching for.

This scene is familiar after running it through your head repeatedly over the past while, and you know what would happen. When you open your eyes, the screen will be blank, empty, with no sign of a heart in sight because you obviously aren't in love with your best friend. All of this will have been just a manifestation of overthinking Hyunjae's suggestion.

Except that's not quite what happens. Before you can finish visualizing the series of events, the abrupt ringing of an alarm interrupts and forces your eyes open. And there, on the screen, isn't the empty circle that you so vividly imagined—there's a small heart, exactly like the one that showed up when Younghoon rang your love alarm. In other words, it's real. It's the truth.

The heart is there, bright and solid and showing no signs that it's a hallucination of your mind or a figment of your imagination. It's real. But it's so miniscule that you find it hard to believe it's capable of changing everything. The presence of that tiny heart means you rang Juyeon's love alarm and you're in love with your best friend and—

Another alarm rings.

It's definitely not Juyeon's. His phone is already in front of you, unlocked and open to the love alarm app. Perhaps it could be a neighbour's alarm, though it's slightly too loud to have been coming through the walls.

Which leaves only one option, really. You carefully take your phone out of your pocket, holding it by the corner like you can't bear touching it, and then set it down in front of you beside Juyeon's phone. Sucking in a deep breath, you give it a tap and unlock it.

And sure enough, it's there. The two screens look identical side by side when the matching heart is on your screen, pulsing within the circle of your ten-meter radius.

But how is that possible? It must be a glitch—perhaps this stemmed from the fact that you downloaded the app for him. Maybe it somehow synced to your own heart because of that, or maybe it's not accurate because Juyeon isn't next to his phone to calibrate it or whatever. You don't know how the app works but surely, this has to be a mistake? Contemplating the idea of being in love with him was only a recent development, and now the love alarm is not only telling you that you are indeed in love with him, but that—

He's in love with you, too.

This is bigger than anything you thought you'd possibly discover.

The door squeaks. "Guess what? They even gave us free garlic bread because of the delay." Another squeak as Juyeon closes it behind him. He sets down the bag of takeout on his desk and rummages through it for a while, facing away from where you sat on the floor by his bed.

There's probably enough time for you to close the apps, delete his, and return his phone to its previous spot, but you can't bring yourself to do it. You're stuck in a world where the hearts in front of you are the only things that move.

"Y/N?" he asks when you don't respond. "What—"

Time stops entirely when you catch the series of expressions flickering across Juyeon's face. There's confusion, clearly a given with the scene in front of him, naturally followed by shock, where his jaw goes slack, and his widened eyes bounce back and forth between the two phones. Though if you thought it'd stop there, it doesn't, for the shock soon morphs into something unreadable. Something you don't want to read because of the implications that seem to be hanging onto this one moment, as if everything would change after this.

No, everything has already changed the moment the alarms rang.

"What did you do?" Juyeon asks, and his voice is flat, cold. A complete change from how it sounded mere seconds ago. "What is this?"

"I—I don't know," you answer honestly. "Juyeon, it's not true, right? They glitched, didn't they? Tell me it's not true; you don't like me like that."

You thought that would be what he wants to hear, that he would agree with you and sweep this under the carpet. But his mouth is set in a hard line.

"Is that why you've been acting so... so strange lately? The things that happened the other day—were you acting like you had feelings for me just because of some app?" He looks like he has more to say but stops.

"No, of course not. I was... um.” You don’t know how to fill in the blanks when you don't understand the situation yourself, so you resort to holding up his phone to show him instead. "Look, I rang your love alarm."

"And is that supposed to make me happy? Just because a heart appeared on my screen, I'm supposed to take that to mean something?"

"Juyeon, it means that I—"

"Y/N, you should know by now that those things don't mean anything to me. An app can't tell you who you love." Juyeon lets out a soft sigh, tugging at his hair as he runs his hands through it. "But it's not just about the app, it's everything you've done and how you've acted since downloading it. If you wanted to know how I feel about you, you could've just said something; you didn't have to snoop around with this stupid app."

The thoughts in your mind instantly disappear because what did he just say? There's no way you're hearing things correctly; heck, you don't think you've heard anything correctly since hearing the ringing of the two alarms. But one look at Juyeon's exasperated expression tells you that it's all true—what the love alarm has revealed and what he's saying. All of it is true.

"I wasn't going to ruin our friendship by telling you, but Y/N, I really thought I wasn't the only one who felt this way. What happened that day—I thought it was a sign that you felt the same." He lets out a scoff. "But to think it was all because you wanted to see if you could ring my love alarm after it didn't work on Sangyeon's."

There is nothing you can say to that because he's not wrong. Realization gradually dawns upon you, and it becomes obvious—in your little bouts of experimentation, you'd completely disregarded how he might be feeling and how he might interpret it. But now that his true feelings are no longer hidden from you, it's clear that he would recognize your actions as an act, as playing with him and toying with his emotions for the sake of seeing whether it’s possible to ring his love alarm.

It means that the kiss the other day would be no more than a performance for the love alarm to deem acceptable, and there is nothing you can say right now to prove otherwise.

"I—I should go," you mumble, leaving his phone on the table before packing your stuff into your bag. You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of his judgment like nothing you've felt before.

Later on, you're watching as the heart on your screen disappears when you step into the elevator, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

Avoiding him for the next while is all too easy when he’s avoiding you too.

Being unable to ring Sangyeon's love alarm had a simple explanation—you never liked him as much as you thought you did, and the lack of pain from your rejection is certainly proof of that. But seeing the matching hearts on both your love alarm and Juyeon's isn't something so easily explained. There is no way that he could have feelings for you, just as you couldn't possibly have feelings for him.

You want to call it a glitch or an issue with the syncing of the app since technology isn't perfect, and maybe mistakes really are possible. But even in the depths of your denial, you can't deny what you heard from Juyeon himself, especially when it all adds up. Was this the reason he has never been in a relationship or ever mentioned being remotely interested in anyone? Was this why he's tried to avoid the people wanting to ask him out and why he claims to not need anyone but you?

Even more so, you can no longer deny the truths that sit deep in your heart, locked away. Perhaps what Hyunjae said was right: it's not that you don't know the answer, it's that you're afraid of it.

The following week comes around and there is dread weighing down your steps. You're sure Hyunjae would ask about what happened, but you can’t conjure up a story that doesn't make you sound like a villain—you downloaded the app onto Juyeon's phone, and in doing so, discovered more than you could handle. Oh and Juyeon caught you in the act and basically said you ruined everything. If Juyeon has told him anything already, you're sure he'd be Team Juyeon.

Even you would be Team Juyeon at this point.

Strangely enough, the class is quiet and Hyunjae doesn't look up when you walk in. You sit just a couple of rows in front of him, but he doesn't climb over the seats to get to you, nor does he try to get your attention. It automatically makes your heart sink a little, seeing that your prediction was right—Juyeon must've told him about what happened, and now maybe he's avoiding you too because he's Team Juyeon.

You stop by his row right after class ends. "Hyunjae, did Juyeon tell—"

"Hey, Y/N," he only meets your eyes briefly before tugging down his beanie and fiddling with the hood resting over that. "Sorry, I have to run. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?"

He's walking around you before you could get another word in, taking the steps two at a time and leaving the lecture hall without another glance back.

It happens the next few times as well. Hyunjae remains quiet and doesn't bother talking to you as if he can't bear looking at you. There is definitely no way you can get information about your best friend out of him like that, though you think there might be more to the story than he’s letting on. Fatigue is written on his face and on his body where he slouches in his seat, seemingly making himself as small as possible, and one day, he doesn't show up in class at all.

While the behaviour is strange for him, those thoughts are easily forgotten when your mind is still replaying the Juyeon scene as if it hadn't already spent weeks doing that. You replay the kiss, this time no longer focusing on how his lips felt between yours but rather everything he said right before that. How losing you meant losing everything, how this friendship means much more than solely fifteen years of shared memories.

It's ironic how this very thing is happening now. So much for promising to never leave.

You'd like to think that such a friendship would be able to withstand a misunderstanding, but this is something bigger than your friendship altogether. These feelings for each other, whether requited or not, are what's making your friendship teeter off the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could really cause everything to come crashing down.

If there's one thing Juyeon was right about though, it's that you really were trying to use the love alarm to tell you who you have feelings for. Up until this point, everything you'd done was all based on an outside factor, whether that was letting Hyunjae plant the idea in your mind or using the love alarm to tell you the truth. But being on the brink of losing your best friend has allowed you to see that although the love alarm does reveal the truth, it is only able to scratch the surface of it. It may tell you who you like, but it can't tell you how well you know them, how many years of memories you've made with them, or why your heart feels like it’s being ripped apart without them. It's up to you to find your own truth.

"That’s disgusting," a voice says, immediately grabbing your attention. "You thought it was a good idea to ring my love alarm? Is that what you really thought?"

They're tucked away in the corner of the science building, a little off to the right of the path that would take you back to your dorm. A slender guy holds an object in his hand—perhaps a phone, judging by the way it glints in the sun—and a slightly taller guy is against the wall in front of him.

"I can't believe you had the audacity to do that. And to try to confess with it? It's almost funny how you think that this would change things. Who do you think you are?"

The guy being cornered against the wall is clearly taller and broader. You have no doubt that he'd be capable of overpowering his assailant, and yet, he has no notion of doing so. Instead, he cowers, slouching and dropping his head to protect himself as he stays still and takes whatever the smaller man has to give. Punch after punch.

But it's the smaller man's comments that especially surprise you. You never thought that the love alarm could do any harm, and from your personal experience, it hasn't done any. That's why you never understood why Juyeon was so against it. Yet hearing the venom in this man's voice at the thought of the taller man ringing his alarm, seeing the hatred in the way his fists connect with the taller man's body, it soon becomes apparent just what the love alarm has caused.

Suddenly, the idea of the love alarm being harmful doesn't seem so farfetched anymore. Juyeon's mindset doesn't seem so unbelievable anymore.

"Do I need to tell you this again? Stay away from me. You're nothing to me." A loud laugh seems to echo from the walls of the building. "I'd rather have the world end than be liked by you."

And then you freeze because the person now sporting a bleeding lip and quickly swelling eye is no other than Lee Hyunjae.

There is only a brief second of hesitation before you're running towards them. Pure adrenaline courses through your veins and erases any trace of fear for your own safety, as well as any structure of a plan. They're all thrown to the wind as you step in and grab the arm of the aggressor, holding him back as much as you could so Hyunjae wouldn't have to take another hit.

"What the fuck," he mutters, glancing back at you with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. "Who the fuck are you? What do you think you're doing?"

"What are you doing? Beating someone up just for ringing your love alarm? What, like you're so important?" On a complete whim, you let go of the guy's arm but grab the phone out of his other hand instead. A blank circle remains on the screen, no longer holding the hope and potential that you'd looked forward to, but rather, it mocks. It mocks Hyunjae now and it mocked you before, and it blatantly states that no one loves you. That maybe it'll always remain blank, that a heart will never show up, and that there has to be something wrong with you because no one loves you—and what worth would you have if you're not to be loved romantically by others?

All the more reason to get rid of it. You exit the app, then tap the screen impatiently until it's deleted entirely.

"There," you shove the phone in front of the aggressor's face, showing him what you've done. He frowns at you but glances down at his own phone to check, and naturally, the heart that was once on his screen is now gone. "Happy now? He's not going to ring your love alarm anymore so fuck off and mind your own business."

With one last glare at you, he only scoffs before walking off, leaving you alone to comfort your friend.

"Hyunjae, what—you never mentioned anything about this. I—I had no idea this was happening. Why didn't you say anything? How long has this been going on?"

"It's fine," Hyunjae mutters, not meeting your eyes. Pain flashes across his face when he goes to sit against the wall. "I wasn't going to bother you with this."

"No, it’s not a bother," you say as you sit down next to him, yet the bitter taste of guilt rests right at the back of your tongue.

You know exactly why he hasn't told you, and it's that you probably wouldn't have listened.

During your shared lectures, you'd thought that he was simply avoiding you because he found out about your situation with Juyeon. You thought his odd behaviour was a reaction to you, that this entire thing was about you because he always seemed to be all up in your business, never letting you notice he didn't share anything about himself. He's never shared his problems with you, nor his feelings or thoughts, and to you, he was just someone to keep you entertained throughout your time in the major you share with him. It makes you sick to think about it now, but the truth is that you never truly saw him as his own person.

Just how many people have you upset without realizing it? You have to make things right somehow, and it has to start here and now.

"Hyunjae... look, I know I haven't been a great friend—well, okay, I know I've been pretty shitty to you this whole time, and I'm really sorry for that. But I do care. You don't deserve this, any of this."

"Just—forget about it, Y/N. It's fine. It's..." he pauses, sucking in a breath, "embarrassing."

"Hey, no, don't say that. It's not embarrassing to not be loved back. Painful, yes, but not something to be ashamed of. You weren't put on this world just to become someone else's object of desire, okay?"

"Yeah?" He finally looks up at you, albeit warily. "Then why did you delete my love alarm?"

You heave a sigh. "Hyunjae, if there's anything I learned this past while, it's that the love alarm doesn't mean anything. We love someone not because we have an app to tell us we love them; we simply do. We learn everything about them, we know their favourite bubble tea order, we know where they might go when they're sad or what their comfort movies are."

He says nothing but doesn't stop you when you go to wipe away the blood on his lips with a tissue, watching you carefully like he's thinking over what you said.

"So whether you have the love alarm or not, it doesn't change anything about who you love or the relationships you put effort into. It can be fun to have, but we shouldn't use it to influence our actions. Just because you rang someone's alarm doesn't mean you're in love with them because anyone can ring a love alarm. But not everyone will take the time or make the effort to get to know somebody and grow to love them for who they are."

The words that tumble out of your mouth start to slowly paint a picture. You can see the way Juyeon would reluctantly reject those who asked him out, how the love alarm would only bombard him with unsolicited confessions through endless ringing. It shows you that while it's nice having people like the idea of you, it's meaningless compared to the love that stems from fully knowing and understanding someone.

"Yeah," Hyunjae nods, "you're right. I never thought of it like that before."

"So please, don't use the love alarm anymore. It doesn't matter, Hyunjae. It's not worth it and I don't want you getting hurt."

A small smile creeps onto his lips before faltering as he winces at the pain. "Okay. But only if you promise to buy me bubble tea for the rest of the term."

And there, the Hyunjae that you're used to appears again. He makes a move to stand so you reach out a hand to help him up, and then place his arm over your shoulders so he can lean against you for support.

"Fine, whatever you want," you roll your eyes. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Thanks, Y/N."

"Wait, there's just one thing I have to do." Pulling out your phone, you go to where the love alarm app is and delete it without a second glance. This wouldn't fix everything, but it would definitely be the first step to getting there. "Okay, let's go."

Despite having to support the weight of his body as the two of you walk to his place, you feel a lot lighter than you’ve felt in days.

Hyunjae's apartment is on the opposite side of campus from where you and Juyeon live, though not too far away. It's spacious and personalized and looks more like a home than your little dorm room. Everything from the posters he has hanging on the walls to the rug on the floor give you more of a glimpse into his personality than he's ever revealed to you since meeting in first year.

"Thank goodness he's not back," Hyunjae mutters, kicking off his shoes.

"You have a roommate?"

"Younghoon."

"Wait, you live with Younghoon?" You nearly drop him on the spot. "Hey—why did you even need to ask me about the date then? I bet he told you all about it."

A teasing smile appears. "He might've."

You scoff, shaking off his comment before setting him down on the couch. Then it becomes a challenge of rummaging through his cabinets to find anything you could use on his wounds. A bag of frozen peas for his bruises, some wipes and bandages for where skin broke, and then you're sitting down beside him to patch him up.

"The thing you said earlier..." Hyunjae starts, the hesitation apparent in his voice.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You asked me before about how to tell if you're in love with someone." His eyes briefly meet yours before dropping to the bandage in your hands. "Well, you don't need a love alarm or anyone else to tell you that."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N," Hyunjae suddenly puts his hands on your arms, stopping you, then shakes you a little like he's revealing a big secret. "You really love him. I have never heard you talk about anyone like that before."

"Who said it was about Juyeon?" you mutter, unable to come up with a better response when you can't possibly refute it. "Okay, I might know his bubble tea order and—and his favourite study spot at the library, or that he has a mole on his palm, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with him."

Silence. He blinks at you but otherwise continues to stare wordlessly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "What?"

"Who said anything about Juyeon?" Hyunjae's signature smirk is back and in full swing. "I said you love him. Didn't drop any names there, Y/N."

"You literally suck. I hate you—" Unfortunately, a knock at the door interrupts the rest of your string of insults. "Um, should I go get the door?"

"Oh, I think it might be the package I'm expecting."

What's at the door is in fact not the package Hyunjae was expecting. Juyeon stands there, mirroring your surprised expression.

He recovers from the shock first with a cough. "Um, I came to see if Hyunjae is okay. If it's not a good time, I... I can stop by another time."

Without another word, Juyeon turns to leave. You automatically close the door and sit back down where you were a moment ago, still trapped in your daze. It's strange seeing him in a different context from the only one you've known, but the strangest part is how your heart does many things—for one, it speeds up in a way that isn't just from your shock of seeing him.

"Juyeon knows where you live? I didn't know you guys were that close."

"He's been here a few times," Hyunjae shrugs but stops you when you go to pick up another bandage. "You should go after him. Thank you for all this, but I can do the rest myself, Y/N. Really."

"No, I can't just leave you like this. I don't want you to be alone."

He lets out a soft sigh and lifts your jaw a little until you're looking right at him. "I'll text Younghoon, okay? He's probably already on his way back from class. Now go after him; I think you guys have some things to discuss."

So with one last worried look at Hyunjae, who's waving you off insistently, you go after Juyeon.

He's gone by the time you make it out of the building. Just how fast would he have been walking to completely disappear even though you took the stairs two at a time to try to beat the elevator?

At this point, you could head back to Hyunjae's, however, spotting Younghoon approaching with a wave soon squashes the thought. He says a quick hello and leaves it at that, and you know better than to be there to witness him freak out when he learns what happened to his roommate.

Your other option would be to stop by Juyeon's place, but a gut feeling tells you that's not where he would be.

The gut feeling turns out to be right when you see him on the steps of your dorm. He's on his phone, completely unaware of your presence as you approach, and that nearly makes you waver. While it's no longer a matter of being unsure about how you feel or about what you want, you do fear what might happen from this point onwards—you can't assume that he'll be willing to forgive you just because the two of you have been friends for so long.

"Juyeon?"

"Oh, you're back already?" He looks up from his phone and for once you can't read him—is he feeling awkward to have run into you while the two of you aren't on good terms right now? Or perhaps he's still upset at you for what happened with the love alarm?

Despite already knowing the answer, you still ask, "Were you waiting for me?"

He responds with a nod, and then you beckon him to follow you as you make your way to your room.

If you thought the tension would dissipate once you get there, you're completely wrong. In fact, it seems to only grow as the two of you are confined in your tiny room, and it doesn't help that you have to guide him to take a seat after he awkwardly lingers by the door.

"Yeah, um," you rack your mind for an explanation as you settle in the chair beside where he's perched at the edge of your bed, "Hyunjae was in trouble because someone had a problem with him ringing their love alarm. I was just trying to help him deal with his injuries."

Juyeon nods. "Yeah, I saw it happen."

"What?"

"I was passing by and was about to step in, but you got there and handled the situation. It was really brave of you, Y/N. Well, reckless but brave." He pauses for a while as his eyes flicker from yours to the floor a few times, as if uncertain about what he should say next. The tension in the air is so tangible that you're just about suffocating from it when he finally opens his mouth again. "And of course I wanted to check up on Hyunjae afterwards but... I actually came here first. To see if you were okay."

"Oh." Then you realize what he said and immediately feel the blood rush to your face. "Wait. If you were walking by, how much of that did you hear? The things I said to him."

"That's what you're worried about?" Juyeon scoffs, rolling his eyes even as an amused smile appears on his lips. "Y/N, does it matter whether I heard it or not?"

"I just—want to know if you know."

He frowns. "If I know what?"

"How I feel about you... being right this entire time," you say, diverting the subject away. "Because you were right about this whole love alarm thing. We shouldn't be using it to tell us who we like or don't like, and it's kind of stupid thinking that it can tell us something as important as our own feelings for the people around us. I just hate that I didn't realize it sooner."

Juyeon simply nods but doesn't make a move to ask you anything else. You can sense the hesitance in his demeanour again, from the way he avoids meeting your eyes to the way he fiddles with the cat plushie on your bed. "I'm sorry," he finally says.

"For what? I'm the one who installed the love alarm on your phone and messed everything up."

"For assuming the reasons for why you did what you did." Juyeon looks at you. "I was just freaking out over what you found because I thought it would ruin everything. But you don't have to acknowledge what I said—nothing has to change, Y/N. You can just pretend that I never said anything because it's not important compared to what we already have. I don't want it to ruin things between us."

"But what if I want to ruin things?"

Fear flashes through his eyes. "W-what?"

"That day I downloaded the love alarm on your phone—you have to know that I wasn't intentionally trying to ring your alarm or anything like that." You shake your head. "I would never hurt you like that, Ju. I was just... curious. I liked the things we did but I didn't know what that meant, and I wanted to use the love alarm to answer that for me. But it was pointless because I didn't need it to tell me something I already knew."

Unlike how you thought he might react, Juyeon closes his eyes as if bracing himself for a rejection. "And what is that?"

You take a deep breath, facing the fact that there is no way around an awkward confession this time, but you would rather take this any day than to fall into the trap of the love alarm again. This is your chance to make things right.

"I don't think you want to be a friend to me, just like how I don't want to be a friend to you. Juyeon, you said I'd be taking everything if I leave but I do want to take it all. I want to keep it so that you'd always be with me." You pause, observing the way he screws up his brows in confusion. "Okay, never mind. The TL;DR is that I do want you. As a friend, a best friend, but as more than that too."

Silence greets you, only filled with the hard hammering of your heart as you await a response that he doesn't give. You have to resist the urge to run. Who thought love alarms were a bad idea again?

"Only if you want that too, of course," you swallow nervously. "Because if not, forget I ever said anything, and we can just go back to being—"

Juyeon's eyes fly open. "I do want that. Y/N, you know me better than I know myself, but how did you not notice that this is all I've ever wanted?"

"Shut up. I'm dumb, okay? You should've just told me."

"I'm telling you now, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time," he pauses as he lets out a breath in relief and slouches, the tension easing out from his body. "But don't ask me how long because that's embarrassing."

You don't ask that, but you get the feeling that looking through old photo albums may reveal the answer. It'll be a thought to revisit another time, and you file it away in your head.

"There is one thing that I'm curious about though," Juyeon says deliberately, the playful smile on his lips telling you he's up to no good. "Where do I go when I'm sad?"

"Wait, you... you actually heard everything I said to Hyunjae? I can't believe you—Lee Juyeon, I hate you."

The smile only widens. "So where is this place you speak of? I didn't know I had one."

"It's here, dummy." You let out a long sigh, unable to help the way your gaze softens at his smile. "Whenever you're sad you always hide under my covers and end up hugging that cat plushie you won for me back in seventh grade, and—"

A bunch of things happen all at once. Juyeon shoots you a glare before setting the cat plushie in question back onto your bed, then he pulls you until you're seated right beside him. His hand gently cups your face as he leans in the slightest, though it isn't enough for anything to happen other than for you to immediately shut up. Which, judging by the twinkle in his eyes, is just what he intended.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then one to your cheek, but beneath these lighthearted gestures you can see a fondness in his eyes, so prominent that you must've been blind to not have seen it before. How could you have missed it? You'd spent so much time staring at your love alarm in the hopes it'd find you someone who looks at you exactly like this, but you never bothered looking up to see that they were right here all along.

And when you glance down at your hand in his, fingers intertwined together, it becomes obvious that your lives and your fates are woven in a way that has you coming back to each other at the end of the day. You might not know where the future takes you, but you do know that no matter where it goes or what it holds, the two of you will always be right beside each other.

Two years later, the world still rings at every corner. You heard it at graduation, and now you continue to hear it on the streets, followed by laughter and shocked gasps, and at your new office, and in commercials between YouTube videos. The world rings and yet yours has never been more silent.

Soft piano music is playing in the background of the cafe when you arrive. There’s sunlight streaming through the large windows, and you immediately spot Hyunjae by the way it seems to bounce off his dyed hair. What surprises you is that he's not alone—there's a taller man sitting beside him, laughing as he leans back in his seat, hand over his mouth. Though he's familiar, it isn't until you're at their table that you recall who he is.

"Younghoon?"

"Oh hey, Y/N." The laugh turns into a warm smile. "It's good to see you again. I hope you don't mind—Hyunjae insisted that I join."

"Yeah, of course, it's good to see you too. Juyeon will be here soon; he's just running a little late, and..." You lose your train of thought when you notice their joined hands—Hyunjae's slender fingers threaded through Younghoon's, the metal of matching rings sparkling brightly in the sun. "Wait, hold up. You said you were dating someone for the past year, but Younghoon is who you meant?

Hyunjae nods shyly, and you can see the beginnings of a blush dusting his cheeks. "Like you said, the love alarm never meant anything. Some things you have to figure out on your own, and well, you were right about all of it."

He doesn't need to explain further for you to know exactly what he's referring to. Years ago, the two of you had thought that having Younghoon ring your alarm would mean everything, and that a simple heart popping up on your screen could change the trajectory of your lives. It's a silly thought now; seeing the affection written all over Hyunjae's face as Younghoon nudges him is enough for you to know that things have turned out for the best.

The love alarm may have been fun for a while, but the silence around you now isn't a bad thing. It has you looking at the smiles of your friends instead of glancing down to check your alarm, and it has you sure of yourself, confident despite the many people that come and go and step into the ten-meter range that you were once insecure about. It has you seeing the sparkle in Juyeon's eyes as he walks through the door of the cafe, the gentle curve of his lips, and the way his face lights up the moment he spots you.

The truth has always been there—you just never looked for it.

When Juyeon takes the final step and crosses into your range this time, the silence is something you've never been happier to hear.

AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | lee juyeon

pairings — barista!juyeon x baker!reader ( ft. Chanhee, Sunwoo, and Eric from TheBoyz, Minji from Newjeans, Yunjin from LeSerrafim, and Yujin from Ive )

synopsis — After leaving your first love in Highschool to pursue your passion in pastry abroad, you worked hard day and night to make your dreams come true. Finally, after three years, you graduated and came back to Korea. And, with the savings you earned, was able to open a bakery of your own. What happens now when the cute barista you hired turns out to be your charming first love?

warnings — there will be breakup angst,,, nothing too harsh tho… oh and there will be mentions of blood and being in pain in some chapters!!

disclaimer — this fiction was made before LESERRAFIM’s scandal. IN NO WAY DO I SUPPORT ANY OF THEIR BEHAVIOR AND THOUGHTS. Had I known beforehand, I would never add YUNJIN in this SMAU.

genre — romance : exes to lovers, healthy jealousy, pining, right person wrong time, pathetic golden retriever man

note — my submission for @deoboyznet‘s holiday party event. Special love to the recipient of this SMAU…. @quaissants !!! Hope you love it bae!

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duration — December 1, 2023 — February 15, 2024

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PROFILES

CHAPTER I : YUU’RE HIRING

CHAPTER II : EX-EMPLARY INTERVIEW

CHAPTER III : GRR GRRRRR RAHHH

CHAPTER IV : CONNECTIONS R EVERYTHING

CHAPTER V : U SO HAVE A CHANCE

CHAPTER VI : *BATS EYELASH BLUSHES CUTELY

CHAPTER VII : LIKE A SUPERHERO

CHAPTER VIII : REMINISCING THE PAST

CHAPTER IX : SOMETHING CHANGED, IT’S FISHY

CHAPTER X : THAT’S SAD MAN…

CHAPTER XI : IT LOOKS LIKE YOU 🤧🤍

CHAPTER XII : CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HID THIS

CHAPTER XIII : THE FINAL COMPETITION

CHAPTER XIV : JUYEON VS MINJI

CHAPTER XV : PLOT TWIST

EPILOGUE

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nothing changes (except i’m being fr) | k. younghoon

pairings — kim younghoon x reader

genre — full angst, hurt no comfort

warnings — all pain, miscommunication (more like none lmao), idk just trauma dump…

note — Hi everyone, I’m back. I apologize for my long hiatus and coming back in not the best condition too on top of that… but I do hope you enjoyed reading my entry for @deoboyznet’s love letter event. Thank you for waiting for me, I really appreciate it.

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I sat on the frigid cobblestone floor. My satin dress was deemed unimportant as it sweeped the dirt and dust on the floor, its owner without a care in the world about it.

Beside me sat an uninvited, young man, dashing and suited to the nines. He was a stranger, that was for sure.

It was funny—one could even say ironic—however, for once in a memory long locked in my head, ( heaven forbid it resurfaces so long to not disturb my appetite ) I knew everything about this man.

I knew of the way he liked his tea sweet. How he’d pout when annoyed, make a fuss when embarrassed—yet silent when upset. I knew of the way he liked the smell of vanilla because it reminded him of his grandmother’s kitchen, and how he’d never tuck his shirt in because he liked the feeling of the breeze reaching his stomach on warmer days.

I had long kept the memory hidden in my head, detained it to the bottom of my mind as if it were forbidden knowledge so long as to not feel what I had back then.

All for naught, it seems, as the man beside me always had a knack to make himself known to mankind. It was as if he was flaunting how easily he’d moved on—how little he truly cared for me.

I parted my lips to emit my thoughts, yet nothing came out. My mouth opened like a fish in air, only to close it once more like an idiot once I had realized that my thorax failed me.

My pride screamed at me to speak. It seems as if it could not leave me looking like a heartbroken teen, so I reopened it to attempt once more.

Unfortunately, he beat me to it.

”Are you okay?” He asks.

An innocent question, one asked of normal formalities. Yet, it brought me all the way back then. When innocence and naivety ran through, when a question would not have hidden implications.

Back to when I was young, and in love.

Back then, I would have responded with a “yep!” to not worry him, but then spill all my worries not a minute later. Before, I would have had courage because he was my Younghoon.

Now, he has changed. No longer the boy that was mine. No longer my Younghoon, but theirs.

”Why?” I asked.

To onlookers, it seemed like a common reply, especially in the perspective that they are strangers.

But I knew what I was talking about, and he does too.

Why act like you care anymore after you chose opportunities over me? Why rub the wound you know is still bleeding? Why not me?

A pregnant pause befalls before he took a sharp inhale, and muttered, “I’ll excuse myself.”

He walks away, and I let go of the breath I hold.

Strange, I felt relieved.

Perhaps I was mistaken. He did not change much mentally, he was still the Younghoon I knew.

Perhaps I was mistaken. I too did not change much mentally, I was still the me I knew.

Perhaps I was mistaken. We were still us. It was proven so as question met silence.

As bitterness was once more ignored, pushed deeply and squeezed tightly until we could not breath.

It is because we are still us, that communication ceased as it did all those years ago.

It is because we are still us, that we continue to bear this torture, though we know it did not do us good. Though it can be fixed.

We know, we understand. But we are us. By blood and flesh we are us, so we let the torture pain us once more.

It is not favorable, but it is what we prefer. Perhaps, because the truth is too jarring? It would mean that all this bitterness was for nothing. All the tears and curses and pain becomes irrelevant if we accept the truth. It seems that this was not something we could accept yet.

For now, this would be enough.

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Thanks, neighbour! | e.s

You guys had always been rivals but was this another cliché rivals to lovers story?

pairing: the boyz eric x reader

genre: fluff + humour

word count: 1.5k

warnings: minor curses

leona was listening to this while writing: blossom by b/t and matthew ifield

i tried my best to input humour into the story but we’ll see… story begins under the image!

Ending the last note of the song he composed, cheers and claps erupted from your fellow classmates whilst you can only stare daggers at the smiling boy. Oh, how he made you so mad. Every single song he played seemed like it was curated by angels or something. Your teacher was showering him with compliments about how each note blended well together and was played with extreme fluency. You were honestly holding yourself back from the strong urge to roll your eyes.

His name was Sohn Youngjae or more people recognized him as Eric, the popular music major. You guys go way back to elementary days where times were much simpler and you weren’t constantly at each other's throats. The competition started to arise between the two of you when you guys both announced that you wanted to major in music in the future. Since then, you guys have been composing songs and always showing the other works which were obviously much better than the previous works. 

However, Eric managed to take a step forward before you and was chosen to be the president of music class which made the teacher favor him more. Curse his good looks for adding on to the factor of favoritism. 

“See, Y/n, that’s how you compose a song for a historical drama,” Mrs Park said, emphasising on your name as she announced the class. You had your arms crossed as you pouted towards the floor. Couldn’t she cut you some slack? You messed up just this once because you thought they asked for a horror movie piece. You were tired and drowsy, okay? Even without looking at Eric, you could feel the cocky aura radiating from him and you were sure he was smirking over your hunched figure right then.

“Alright, class dismissed! Continue working on the piano piece I asked you guys to memorise, we’ll be going over that in the next lesson,” Mrs Park shouted as she waved you guys off. You swore she was your least favorite teacher now. Just as you were about to exit the class, someone spun you around by your shoulders, a yelp escaping your lips. 

“Eric, 1, Y/n, 0,” He said, smirking and even gesturing the numbers using his fingers. “Just watch, Eric, I’ll compose a way better piece next time!” You stormed out the classroom, fury building up in you that you missed what Eric muttered under his breath, “Hm, she’s cute when she’s mad,” amused by you.

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Setting your electric guitar down by the side of your bed, you plopped down onto your bed, sighing and massaging your fingers after the two or three songs you played earlier on. About to doze off to sleep, your phone suddenly pinged, signaling a notification. It was from that annoying kid.

‘those songs you played were nice but this song i’m about to play is way better’ As soon as you read the message you could hear music coming from upstairs. Well, what can I say? Your college was on a budget and they just couldn’t pay more money to make the walls thicker it seems.

 As the melody of the electric guitar sped on, you recognized the familiar tune of ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ by Nirvana. You shook your head at his way of egging you on and picked your phone to reply to him. 

‘really? a classic? why don’t you play an original like what i’m gonna do. right. now.’ You could hear that he stopped playing the guitar to look at your text and that was your cue to pick up your electric guitar and go crazy on your freestyle which turned out way better than you thought it would.

He shot back with an original of his with the volume cranked up higher than before. “Take that, shorty!” He screamed down to his floor where you heard every syllable clearly. You cupped your hands around your mouth about to shout back in anger when your neighbour beside you shouted, causing you to pause, eyes widened as she strung out curses at the two of you for being so loud at 10 in the evening. Your phone chimed yet again, causing you to glance down. 

‘i know you couldn’t beat that’ Eric was stirring the pot even further! He’s gonna get it from you one day. But, for now, you couldn’t lose that easily. You typed a few words and tossed your phone onto the table ‘i could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better song than that’

You picked up your guitar, determination building up in your eyes and you went all out.. Well, not for long. “For God’s sake, shut up!!”

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That was how you guys ended up in a jail cell, in the nearby police station.. The same neighbour had filed a complaint for noise pollution. Well, she was for sure going to be a karen when she grows up. You sat in the furthest corner of the makeshift cell while Eric was on the opposite side of the cell.

“Well, this is a nice change of scenery,” You uttered, looking around the police station, only having two or three cops since it was already late at night. “It’s a jail cell.” He laughed at you in disbelief, a look of bewilderment painted across his face. “I was being sarcastic, you idiot.”

“Oh.”

Sighing to yourself, you rested your head against your knees. You could’ve been catching up on your Grey’s Anatomy series right about now if you weren’t so competitive earlier on. You should’ve not minded his childish antics and be the better person in the situation.

“You know, we wouldn’t have been here if it was you!” You spoke in a hushed whisper so that the police officers wouldn’t be able to hear your conversation. “Stop putting all the blame on me!” He fired back. “Well, I wouldn’t be if you weren’t the one who landed us right in jail! Oh my God, if I get demerit points, this is all on you!”

“Is it that bad to be in a cell with me?” His sudden question broke your train of rants as you looked at him in shock. It really threw you off guard. “W-what? Don’t you hate me as well? What happened to being music rivals, hm?” You didn’t answer his question and asked him something else which he obviously took notice of but Eric felt that this was the perfect time to do what he had been wanting to do for so long.

Well, not perfect literally, but figuratively. The timing was right and he obviously didn’t plan to confess in a police station. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t write songs thinking about you 24/7, you were the one who made this a sudden competition when actually I never hated you in the first place,” He explained, sending you into a frenzy of thoughts. He wrote songs about you? 

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since middle school! Damn, you’re pretty dense sometimes, huh?” What he was jokingly saying made you see him in a different light. It was cheesy but that was exactly how you felt. Has he always been this charming? 

“I guess.. I mistook the feelings in me for hatred against you. It’s just you seem to write these pieces so effortlessly, how could I not envy you?” You started making sense of your feelings. “Well, what can I say? You’re my muse,” He chuckles, grabbing your hands. 

You didn’t pull away and instead you just looked him in the eye and he stared right back. The feelings of butterflies in your stomach were too strong to be pushed down and be locked in a small box, you couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him anymore, could you? 

You broke out into a small fit of giggles and all Eric could do was laugh along with you when all of a sudden the jail cell’s door was unlocked and in came an officer who cleared his throats. They had called Sangyeon, Eric’s cousin, to come get you guys since it was only a warning. He was waiting outside and Eric pulled you by the wrist. 

“I think if I were to spend another minute in that small jail cell, I would pass out, now come on, I’ll show you the song I wrote for you in my dorm,”

So, yes, this was another cliché rivals to lovers story.

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smile if you wanna break up! | m.kevin

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pairing: tbz kevin x reader

genre: fluff, humor

warnings: nil!

wc: 0.8k

network(s): @kflixnet

listened to: maverick by tbz

not proofread

// my 200 days with tbz special

# now playing kevin’s ver ! 𑁋 smile if you wanna break up

even though mans on tiktok 24/7, he didn’t know about this trend

always want to make tiktoks with you so he had no problem agreeing to do one when you asked him to

actually cares a lot about the relationship

“no, you gotta like, make a x-mark with your hands first before you do a thumbs up!” kevin was currently teaching you how to dance to the song that has been trending on you guys’ for you page for the longest time now. you had been wanting to learn it but the words flew in one ear and out the other.

you weren’t sure how kevin was so patient while teaching you but you were glad to have such a boyfriend like him by your side. you groaned in exhaustion, sprawling out on the floor, rejecting any more instances of trying to learn the dance that was gonna die out in about a months’ time. “kev, why is it so hard to learn a tiktok dance?”

“you’re doing great, baby,” he giggled softly, plopping down on the floor beside you to join you while you suffered an existential crisis. “love you, kevin but if i can barely do this, you really wanted me to film a ‘maverick’ dance video with you?” you turned to your side to face him, taking every inch of his features. he did the same, elbow propped up with his hand on his face as the other hand tucked away your messy hair. “i love you too, i also! believe in you, i’m sure you’ll kill it after practicing.”

you beamed at him, genuinely wondering how lucky you were to have him. shaking your head, you sat up and pulled out your phone from your back pocket, “speaking of tiktok, i’ve been wanting to do a video with you so wanna film it, my love?” you asked, glancing down at him, an affectionate smile painted across your face.

he nodded enthusiastically towards your request since he loved making tiktoks with you, “yea, of course, baby, i’ll just go wash my face first.” once he got up, you tried to find the sound that you had saved the previous day and fortunately, you found it quickly before he came back so you just had to wait for him.

“okay, i’m back!” he shouted, sitting beside you again but on the couch instead. “okay, just listen to my cue later,” you directed, facing the camera so that the two of you were in frame but the attention was mostly on kevin. as the video started recording, you said, “hey kevin, smile if you want to break up,”

the bright smile on his lips turned into a thin line. his pursed lips showed that he wanted to laugh but he didn’t because he would never want to break up with you. the sudden statement caught him off-guard and the way you kept shoving the camera nearer to his face made him shoot you an amused smirk. “hey! you smiled!” you exclaimed, feigning surprise. “try not to laugh when a camera is being shoved into your face!” he retaliated, raising his arms to tickle your sides, making you drop your phone.

“how dare you put me in such a spot!” he yelled as he continued rolling around with you on the floor. “okay! stop!” you muttered out, in between your laughter.

breathless, you laid on the floor as he propped himself above you with his arms trapping you in. the two of you looked at each other with a loving smile as he started to speak, “you know i would never, i love you too much, my y/n.”

you guys are completely whipped for each other and IT SHOWS

he knows that you only did it for a tiktok but he talks to you afterwards just to know how you were actually feeling

bc he cares about you a lot and if you were unhappy in the relationship, he wouldn't want you to be in a lie any longer

of course, you were still head over heels for him so you two had no problems whatsoever!!

such lovebirds

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stupid feelings | l.hyunjae

synopsis: spending new years’ with your childhood friend but you made a mistake of falling in love with him.

pairing: tbz’s hyunjae x reader

genre: unrequited love, slight fluff, angst

wc: 1.5k

warning: profanities, hyunjae is a little rude here

network: @kflixnet

leona was listening to: inner child by satica

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“c’mon, let’s go to the rooftop!” hyunjae hurriedly said, pulling you along with him up the stairs, “there’s only a minute left!” you didn’t say anything more since all you could focus on was his gentle touch against your wrist. you honestly don’t know when you started having such feelings for the man in front of you, maybe it was the initial tension between you two or maybe it was the undeniable chemistry you two had.

as soon as you step foot onto the huge rooftop garden, you could hear fireworks popping but no sight to see. a hum of confusion spiralled out of the both of you as you guys thought you could see the fireworks from the mall’s rooftop.

“oh! y/n, behind us!” he was beyond excited to see the fireworks, pointing to the scenery behind you guys. spinning around, you were met face to face with different vibrant colours of the fireworks shooting into the night sky. a clear view presented itself from the high level.

you were in awe as you ran to the railings, getting as close as you could to see them. the atmosphere turned quiet as the two of you observed the show, just living in the moment. your arms rested against the metal railings, mouth agape as you took in the scene silently.

you barely realised that hyunjae hadn’t been beside you since you stepped towards the edge. as you turned around to check on him, you caught him taking pictures of you as multiple fireworks went off behind you.

“ah, what are you doing?” you chuckled, posing jokingly as hyunjae continued to snap photos of you, the sound of the camera shuttering multiple times. “taking pictures of a nice sight, duh,” he replied, a wide grin plastered on his face as he made his way towards you, finally stopping his mini photoshoot.

“fine, then you stand there now, i’ll take pictures of you,” you were about to move away from him so you could take solo shots of him but he only pulled you closer, “it’s okay, we can take it together.”

he didn’t give you time to object before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder before planting a kiss on your cheek, taking a selfie with you, purple fireworks shot upwards, erupting into loud noise. you merely had time to react so when he took the picture, you were looking at him, eyes widened at the action he did.

“delete that picture! i wasn’t ready!” you shouted, reaching for his phone. “no! you look cute, don’t worry,” he retaliated, staring at the picture. “what are you saying,” you stuttered as you processed what he just casually said.

“shh, you talk too much, just look at the view,” he placed his index finger on your lips, the cold sensation of his ring grazing against your lips as he spun you back around to look at the fireworks.

you tried, you really did try to pay attention to the fireworks but his loose grip that shifted to your waist made you wish there was something more to this friendship, relationship even. you honestly didn’t know whether hyunjae knew about your feelings and chose to ignore it or he actually was oblivious to the fact that you were head over heels with him.

you weren’t entirely lying when you said you didn’t know why and how you came to liking your childhood best friend but you could guess around when you started to.

maybe it was when he stood up to those girls who bullied you for dancing online, saying they were just jealous of you even though you knew you looked like a worm or maybe it was when he invited you to the waterpark even when his best guy friend was available on that day. perhaps it was the fact that he never changed despite gaining popularity during high school, even though you did think he was going to be just like those assholes in movies. you were glad he didn’t.

even so, could he like you back? it would completely ruin the dynamics of the friendship that has been lasting for 16 years since you guys were 8. it might be for the best if you just pushed those stupid feelings down and never speak of them again.

you nodded to your own thoughts and was about to pull away his hand from your waist when soft pattering of the rain immediately changed into pouring, heavy rain. “shit, y/n, we gotta go,” hyunjae muttered, clasping your hand, pulling you through the rooftop. it was a bad idea to wear white shoes since the muddy grass dirtied them but you don’t think you could’ve changed hyunjae’s mind in dragging you along with him.

it was funny wasn’t it, spending new years with your best friend, running in the rain together, yet all the two of you were friends. just friends.

you guys finally made it to the stairwell and trying not to trip down the stairs was a challenge. the two of you only stopped when you found a seat in a cafe in the building itself.

“well, that was eventful,” you sighed, ruffling your hair back. “sure was..” he replied, taking in deep breaths. as soon as he caught his breath he started again, “oh, yeah! remember the girl from my university? the one working part time at the gym i always go to?”

“um.. no? i don’t think i’ve heard of her?” your brows couldn’t help but to furrow at the mention of a new girl in his life. “oh, then i must’ve just told juyeon, anyways! i met her two weeks ago, she’s super cute and exactly my type, so i mustered up the courage to ask her out on a date and apparently she had been eyeing me too,” he spoke excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows.

yea, as if you were going to be so happy with the news. you had been doing such a great job holding it in but this, this was it.

“hyunjae, then why would you kiss my cheek? and call me what? call me cute? what the fuck is wrong with you, you can’t be playing with peoples’ feelings like that, i don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose or if you are just plain dumb but it really hurts. my heart is not something you can mess around with, it’s not a toy and i will not allow it to be played with. i truly don’t know your intentions but you’re a dick,” you couldn’t control what was coming out of your mouth, it felt like water was just seeping out, all gates broke loose.

“i know you’re popular and i know you wouldn’t have left me for those more superior than me but i’d rather that happen than you stringing me along,” tears brimmed your eyes as you ranted. you were thankful for an almost empty cafe.

at first, hyunjae was at a loss for words. he couldn’t say anything, what would you even say to that? it felt relieving calling him out but as soon as you heard his next words, you wished you had never even opened your mouth at all.

“are you actually serious? that’s literally what close friends do and if you can’t respect my small actions then what are we doing together, still as friends? i can’t believe you make me the bad guy when you’re the one being selfish for thinking the whole world revolves around you, it’s been nice having you as my friend, i thought you knew me, guess not. i’ll see you around.” he stormed off despite your rushed callings.

“wait!” you stood up but he walked away too fast for you to even utter another syllable. you drop into the once comfy armchair, placing your head into your hands. the utter rejection and humiliation was indescribable beyond words. this wouldn’t happen if it weren’t for your stupid feelings. you ruined the friendship, it was all your fault. you knew better than to lash out at him, you knew he could never harbour romantic feelings for you but the bitter ending got to you. stupid feelings.

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might be based on true events.. anyways, sorry this was really rushed since i wrote this in class on like 5% battery and also wanted to get something out on my birthday (two days ago oops), might delete bc i hate the ending, i'll figure out a better one! sorry!

love, leona

yellow carnations | j.changmin

synopsis: having a crush on your neighbourhood florist might be something out of a romance book but yours seemed like it came out of a book of misfortune.

pairing: tbz’s q x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

wc: 1.4k

network(s): @kflixnet

warnings: sad ending

leona was listening to: old love by yuji

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“welcome!” a very familiar voice called out to you as you entered the quaint flower shop, the bell chiming above you. “oh, hey y/n,” changmin said as he saw who came into his parents’ shop. to be frank, he wasn’t surprised to see you here as you seem to be here every other day for god knows what reason but he just assumed you found comfort in the floral scent.

“hi, changmin. i’ll be at the café stand first,” you waved then pointing to the makeshift drink stand the flower shop had by the corner. he nodded and you took the cue to leave. while the reason you kept coming here was somewhat true, let’s face it, the bigger reason why you came was because of said boy. 

changmin and his parents had moved to your city for the last three years and you still remember how you felt when you first saw him during your afternoon stroll. his blonde hair immediately caught your attention and you made it a mission to find out more about him.

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humming a tune under your breath, you weren’t too alert of your surroundings which lead to you crashing into a guy carrying several plastic bouquets. “woah! oh my, i’m so sorry,” you immediately got down to your knees and helped him pick up the dropped flowers when you regained your senses. 

the flowers were absolutely beautiful and you had never seen them before. an exotic flower? “wow, these are so pretty! i’m sorry i dropped them..” you trailed, finally looking up at the taller male, immediately taken aback by his looks. “heh, it’s okay, it didn’t do too much damage,” he chuckled, gripping the bouquets tighter before continuing, “these are actually crocuses, they symbolise new beginnings.” 

“ooh, how do you know so much?” you were intrigued to say the least, a boy pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly spitting out flower symbols? “well first, hi, i’m changmin. my parents and i just moved into the neighbourhood and we’re setting up our family flower shop just down this road,” he explained. 

“that’s so cool! i’m y/n, i’ll be sure to come visit,” you smiled gently at the thought of meeting him more often. “yea, of course. i have to go now, see you around y/n,” he waved goodbye, a whiff of his perfume lingered in your nose as he walked past you. 

oh boy, he has you wrapped around his finger for sure.

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here you were, sat at a small table, sipping your strawberry acai refresher as you watched changmin mingle with the customers and not hesitating to help them out whenever they needed it. you couldn’t help but allow a grin to form on your face, seeing his outgoing personality. 

“y/n, if you’re in love with my son, just tell me, i’ll do the rest!” changmin’s mom came from the storage room, approaching you with a knowing look. “mrs ji, it’s not like that,” you played it off, a red hue basically forming on your cheeks. “yea, yea, denial is the first step,” she laughed at you before stirring her own mug of coffee. 

the two of you continued your conversation when changmin finally came over when the store’s peak hour was over. “i’ll leave you guys to it,” his mom kinda threw you under the bus with that comment and that smirk on her face but changmin didn’t see it or pretended not to see it because he didn’t say anything. 

“so, may i be of any assistance today, miss y/n?” he asked, jokingly. “hm, i think so, sir changmin! what’s a flower that represents admiration?” you played along, which was something he was definitely not expecting but he took in your words. “well, you could get either dianthuses or dahlias, both have several meanings but admiration is one of the more known reasons,” he placed his chin on his palm, pondering about his flower knowledge. 

you simply nodded but his words caught you off-guard, “what do you need them for?” coughing slightly, you could only reply, “it’s for.. research! yeah! a uni project, mhm.” you didn’t think he was this gullible but he bought your reason and abruptly stood up. he reached behind the counter before he handed you a small A5 sized book, “floriography”. 

when you flipped through it, you were surprised to see detailed illustrations of flowers and their symbols, “oh wow, what is this book?” 

“i got it when i first started getting into this florist industry so i figured this would be really informative for your project, feel free to borrow it for as long as you’d like!” he beamed at you and your heart could only take so much. “a-are you sure? doesn’t this mean a lot to you?” you stuttered, not believing what changmin is doing for you. “i mean, yea but you need it more,” he sheepishly grinned and you only threw your arms around his shoulder. “thank you!” 

you left the flower shop with a giddy feeling, book close to your chest as you hugged it. you did feel bad because first, this book means a lot to him and second, you didn’t even have a uni project. you simply had admiration for changmin. i mean, he was an amazing florist and he could’ve been doing what he enjoys but he instead took care of his family business, starting at a young age. you were head over heels for him.

you were scanning the pages when two flowers caught your eyes. ‘red tulips’ and ‘gladiolus’. red tulips meant passion and love, almost saying “my feelings are true” while gladiolus had the symbolism of infatuation and admiration. seeing these, you took it as the perfect time to send these to changmin. 

it was a really bold step but you felt that you had kept this crush on him for the longest time already, the timing should be right. the worst that could happen was he would reject you and you will have to put up with that..

who are you kidding? your world would probably crash down and you’d die of embarrassment! your own thoughts made this so much harder to decide what to do. but, before you knew it, you were already placing a bouquet of red roses, tulips and gladiolus on the flower shop doorstep, an hour before the shop would start to operate. 

you don’t know what came over you but you felt like you had to run away so you did. run away from these thoughts of uncertainty and insecurity. you prayed for him to return the feelings and you could only pace around the room, waiting for a reply. 

several days had passed and you completely avoided the shop incase changmin would feel uncomfortable because he has yet to reply to you. even though you badly wanted to see him, you’d rather not make matters worse. 

you were in your room, drawing flower sketches all over your notes when the doorbell rang. you begrudgingly stepped towards the front door and was met with a bouquet of yellow flowers. a card on the front had your name on it so you immediately brought it to your room. 

you took a deep breath in before ripping the card apart from the staple. it read, “to: y/n, from: changmin”. wait, changmin? he gave you flowers? oh my god, he gave you flowers! today was a happy day and that was the only thing you could think of.

you hastily opened the card and he only wrote two words in there. “yellow carnations.”

hold on, these words were familiar to you. you’ve seen this in the book he gave you before. you were almost like a mad woman, flipping and scanning through every page until you found ‘yellow carnations’. you hoped for the best but the words written in the book only made you feel like digging a hole in the backyard for yourself.

“yellow carnations symbolise rejection and disdain.”

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yuhhh

• daily texts with bf!changmin pt. 1 😎

• daily texts with bf!haknyeon pt. 1 😎

HE BE DUMMY THICC

attention - lee hyunjae.

you two hate each other...right?

word count: too lazy to count will add in later 😩

warnings: sexual frustration, mixed signals, slight angst, lots of plot, dom!jae x reader, a little bit of eric x reader (nothing sexual tho), possessive hyunjae (yikes buckle up hoes), sex against a wall, sex in a janitors closet, cute lil nicknames like slut, whore, & bitch, slight dacryphilia (gotta squint), praise, degradation, teasing, fingering & handjob, hickeys...lots of hickeys...

https://strawberrysohn.tumblr.com/post/678709061472157696/like-you-hate-me-lee-hyunjae (part one please read before this part)

you walk into school that monday, head held high. you walk past the group of cheerleaders by their lockers - he had been with all of them already. all in different places and positions. you recalled hearing how he fucked one of them in his car, one of them in the showers, and another sucked him off during study hall.

you chuckle to yourself realizing just how much of a manwhore hyunjae was. it humored you, really.

“i already told you, eric,” you hear his voice and you stop in your tracks. your eyes search rapidly for him until they finally spot him, standing at his locker. his friend, eric was beside him, as always. “i didn’t fuck anyone at the party.”

your eyes widen as you inch a tiny bit closer to eavesdrop more.

“that’s so unlike you!” the blonde boy exclaims. you watch as hyunjae closes his locker rather loudly. “last party you had, you told me you were with three girls in one night.”

you cringe at that. god, he was a whore.

“yeah, well, this time i wasn’t with anyone,” hyunjae speaks. you notice that he doesn’t meet his friend’s eyes. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

you walk away to your own locker, replaying his words in your head. why was he lying? was he ashamed to have been with you? is that why he had left so suddenly after? and why did you care so much?

--

the only class you had with hyunjae was honors english. and you sat diagonal from him, giving you the perfect view of him at all times. not like you wanted to look at him, or anything.

hyunjae arrives to class later than usual, but still before the bell. if it were under any other circumstances, you wouldn’t bat an eye. but, by looking at his slightly messy appearance (tousled hair, untucked shirt, etc) you knew why he had shown up so late.

the male walks briskly to his seat, not bothering to look in your direction at all. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little bit of jealousy towards whoever the lucky lady he had just fucked was.

you try to focus on your class, but you can't help but get distracted mid-lesson by the boy diagonal from you.

he really did look lovely while concentrating. was he always this attractive? you didn't think so. maybe it was just the post-sex euphoria still lingering around inside you. you didn't pay too much mind to your thoughts as you exit the classroom with everyone else when the bell rings.

hyunjae rushes past you, his shoulder brushing against yours ever so slightly.

and somehow, that one slight touch made you even more frustrated.

you creep through the crowd to your next class, your feet unintentionally dragging behind you. he disappears into the crowd of students heading to their next classes and you let out a sigh.

getting his attention again could prove to be difficult.

the next time you saw him was at the end of the day. you walked past him in the hall. he was with eric, of course. it was kind of crowded around where they were, but you managed to eavesdrop a little.

“what are your thoughts on that one girl?” eric asks the other, leaning against his locker. “what’s her name...y/n?”

you see hyunjae stiffen, but he keeps his composure. “she’s alright,” he speaks monotone. “why are you asking about her?” he doesn’t take his eyes off his locker.

eric shrugs. “don’t know,” he replies. “might make a move on her. you’ve never been with her, right?”

hyunjae hums and closes his locker, rather loudly. “no, i haven’t,” he makes direct eye contact with his friend. “she’s all yours, bro. have fun.”

you gulp as you walk away from their conversation. now, you had other things to worry about besides getting hyunjae’s attention.

now you had to deal with eric’s attention.

--

tuesday goes by, wednesday goes by, even thursday, too. but it’s friday now, and you know what you have to do.

you had given up on dressing nice (you had wore a skirt every day that week and still, nothing) so you entered the hall in your grey pullover hoodie, black leggings, and high tops, hoping your amount of effort showed how done you were with hyunjae’s stupid ass.

you don’t look his way as you pass his locker. you don’t try to eavesdrop on what he and eric are talking about. you do, however, feel a pair of eyes on you as you walk away.

you sit through all yours classes until it’s time for english, with hyunjae. he arrives on time, ignoring your eyes once again. little bitch.

but all throughout class, you find your eyes glued to the side of his face. you admire his perfect nose, his perfect lips, everything. he was so good looking and you hated his stupid perfect face.

you watch as he takes notes, his pencil scribbling on the paper. but oh, his hands. 

you had grown a liking to those hands. those long, slender fingers. the way they held you, the way they stretched you just right.

no, stop! you internally curse at yourself. you don’t like him, you don’t want him, and you don’t need his attention!

you were lying to yourself. you did like him, you did want him, and you did need his attention. who were you kidding?

--

as the school day comes to an end, you walk briskly past he and his friend’s lockers. you didn’t want to hear what they were buzzing about anymore.

“hey, y/n?” you hear your name and turn around. your heart nearly stops completely when you meet eyes with eric, jogging towards you. he must’ve seen you from the crowd. “can i talk to you?”

you blink rapidly, thinking of an answer. “um, sure?” that was honestly the best you could come up with.

eric clears his throat and catches his breath. “i was wondering you wanna go with me to the basketball game tonight?” 

you’re stunned, truly. when eric said he was gonna make a move on you, you didn’t think he was gonna ask you out. 

you wouldn’t lie: eric was attractive. very attractive. and from what you had heard, he was slightly less of a douche than hyunjae was. so, what could be wrong here?

plus, wherever eric was, hyunjae was sure to be. maybe this was the perfect way to finally get his attention.

coming back out of your thoughts, you nod to eric. “sure, i’d love to go with you.” you respond.

eric smiles largely. “great! meet me here at 6?” he slings his bag over his shoulder. when you nod in agreement, he smiles once again, sending a wink your way. “see you then.”

suddenly, your plan was back in full swing. and this time, you knew you were gonna succeed. 

--

“i’m honestly shocked you agreed to go with me,” eric says. he’s rambled a lot since you’ve been with him, but you didn’t mind. you found it cute. “i didn’t think you would like someone like me.”

“someone like you?” you tilt your head, pretending you had no idea what he was talking about. “what do you mean, eric?”

he looks at you before sighing. “i know i have a bit of a reputation,” he admits. “my friend does too. you know hyunjae, right?”

you nod. oh yes, you definitely knew hyunjae. 

“well, then you know that he’s a bit...” eric pauses, looking for the word to use. you figured he was trying not to insult his best friend, yet still be honest with you. “he’s a bit worse than me. a little bit more of a...” he trails off again, but you decide to help him out.

“a man-whore?” you suggest, an innocent smile on your face.

eric laughs, yet nods. “yeah, you can for sure say that,” he pulls open the door to the gym, where the basketball game was being held. “he really is a man-whore isn’t he?” the boy hums to himself and pulls the door shut behind the two of you.

muisc plays over the speakers as the players warm-up on the court. you look at the packed, busy bleachers, wondering where you would be sitting.

but then you knew exactly where you’d be sitting.

your eyes meet hyunjae’s from halfway up the stairs. he didn’t look upset or anything like that. in fact, his face didn’t show anything. 

you wished he didn’t have such a good poker face.

“hey man,” eric greets his friend, who’s expression changes once eric opens his mouth. “you know y/n, right?”

of course he knew you. you were the girl he had almost thrown away all his morals for. you were the one he had been wanting to talk to all week but always chickened out. you were the girl who had managed to drive him absolutely mad in one amazing, unforgettable night. 

and you were here with his best friend.

“yeah,” hyunjae responds, shifting his eyes to watch the players on the court. he doesn’t even seem to care that you’ve sat next to him.

being sat in-between eric and hyunjae...was something. you tried to sit a little closer to eric, since you were here with him, but hyunjae...

as the game came to a start, your eyes shifted from the court, to the side profile beside you. you realized that this was technically a date and you were paying no mind to the guy you were actually on a date with.

you sit up straight and snuggle into eric a little, mumbling to him, “i’m cold,” you had changed out of your hoodie when you went home, putting on a short sleeve top instead. and just as you hoped, eric was a gentleman.

he lifts his own hoodie over his head and hands it to you. “here you go, babe,” he smiles at you ad turns his attention back to the game. 

you blush at the nickname and pull the hoodie over your head and adjust it so you’re comfortable. 

“better?” eric asks you as he puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. 

“yes, thank you,” you smile to yourself and snuggle into the male. you notice hyunjae stiffen from the corner of your eye. his jaw was clenched and you could tell he was riled up. and he looked so hot riled up.

you could tell that you were winning this battle. you could tell that no matter how calm and composed hyunjae was while engaging in casual conversation with eric, he was thinking about getting you alone. and you could tell that when he would get you alone, that he was gonna ruin you.

and you couldn’t wait.

in fact, you were sure you’d make that happen sooner than later.

you pull away from eric’s grip. “i have to use the bathroom,” you lie, noticing the male on the other side of you perks up a bit. bullseye.

but you weren’t done. oh no, not even close.

“alright,” eric smiles at you. you felt a little bad about what you were going to do, but it had to be done. “see you in a bit.”

instead of nodding and leaving, you lean in quickly and plant your lips on eric’s. as you hoped, he returns the kiss, one of his hands coming to rest on your hip before you pull away, feeling a bit dizzy.

“see ya!” you stand up straight and wave to both eric and hyunjae and turn away from them, leaving their sight with a smirk on your face.

--

“what the fuck are you doing?” hyunjae all but growls at you as soon as he enters the hallway a little bit after you did. “are you insane? you have got to be out of your fucking mind-”

“shut your ass up, you dick,” you interrupt, watching as his eyes widen ever so slightly. you yank your wrist out of his grasp, ignoring the small pain that came from it. “this whole week i’ve been trying to get your attention, and you pretended like i didn’t even exist. really? that’s low, even for you.”

he doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you with dark eyes. you thought you saw fifty storms brewing in those eyes, but you kept your composure.

“you’re such a fucking man-whore!” you practically yell. luckily everyone was still in the gym for the game so they couldn’t hear or see your outburst. “you made me feel so good, so appreciated for one night. now i know you were just coming onto me for the sex.”

“y/n, listen to me-”

“no, hyunjae,” you interrupt him again, this time getting right in his face. you could tell he was caught off guard by the way he moves his head back slightly and by the little gasp he let out. “you listen to me.”

he stares into your eyes, his own burning into yours with so many questions.

“i don’t mean shit to you,” you spit at him through gritted teeth. “and you don’t mean shit to me.” you poke his chest hard with every word. “i mean it! i hate you!”

“y/n, please-”

once again you don’t let him speak. “you son of a bitch, you actually made me believe that you were gonna treat me differently than all the other girls,” you shake your head, ignoring the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “i was wrong! i was stupid to ever think that you had a fucking heart.”

this time, he doesn’t even try to speak. he just stares at you, his shocked expression turning into one of regret instead.

you step back slightly, lifting eric’s hoodie sleeve to dab underneath your eyes. “i can’t believe i actually fell for your act,” you sigh, shaking your head at yourself. “if only i just resisted. then i wouldn’t have had to have felt so good due to someone who treats me like shit. maybe then i wouldn’t have craved that attention from you anymore. maybe then i wouldn’t have had to kiss your best friend in front of you to make you pay attention to me. maybe then-”

his lips meet yours and suddenly, every lined up thought you had was scattered into an unruly mess. he was kissing you. he was kissing you. you knew what the other girls said. “hyunjae doesn’t kiss anyone he hooks up with. he must be afraid of intimacy.” yet, here he was: intimate and all.

his hands find your waist and he pulls you in closer to him, as you finally start to move your lips in time with his. hyunjae was kissing you. and damn was he good at it.

as his tongue finds its way into your mouth, his hands slide up and down your sides. you feel yourself slowly get weak in the knees at all his touches.

when he finally pulls away to look at you, you notice the usual stoic expression leave his eyes and become replaced by a more raw expression. huh. maybe he did have a heart after all.

“y/n, i want you,” he breathes out, voice hoarse. “i...i need you, okay?” there was so much need in his tone but also something else that you couldn’t quite lay a finger on.

your mind still foggy and your knees shaking, you nod. “ok-okay.” you reply. you pull your trembling hands into the sleeves of your hoodie as hyunjae grabs one sleeved hand and drags you gently into the janitor’s closet. how romantic.

the closet was roomier than you imagined, thankfully. you were glad it was less painful and cramped when you were pushed against a wall by hyunjae almost immediately after he made sure the door was locked all the way.

his lips find yours again and you return to heaven. your eyelids flutter from the feeling and you instinctively throw your arms around hyunjae’s neck, pulling him closer to you.

there was something different in his kiss this time around. whereas the first one had been sweet, magical even, this one was pure need, more intense.

while his lips move against yours mind-boggingly well, his hands find the hem of your hoodie.

you let out a small whine into his mouth, gasping for air when he removes his lips from yours and instead, leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. 

“hyunjae...” you whisper his name as he starts to suck on the skin of your neck. you grip the back of his neck as your eyes close from the feeling. 

the male groans against your skin, pressing his crotch against you. you could feel how hard he was and it made your pussy throb.

he leaves marks all over your neck, covering both sides. he was sucking and biting on the skin like a rabid animal, muttering something under his breath that you unfortunately couldn’t comprehend.

when he pulls away, he’s breathing heavy, looking into your eyes deeply. you feel your face heat up from his gaze.

“y/n,” he speaks. his voice was barely above a whisper, but you understood him perfectly when he said his next words: “i want to taste you.”

a familiar feeling bubbled in your core as you nod, closing your eyes to calm your breathing. “please,” was all you could say.

you watch as hyunjae drops to his knees, not taking his hungry eyes off of yours. the sight alone was orgasmic.

he lifts up your skirt, noticing the wetness seeping through the thin fabric of your panties. his eyes lift to meet yours for a moment before a finger slips in and slides the damp cloth to the side.

“hyunjae, please,” you whine, watching him with needy eyes. your chest was rising and falling rather quickly. despite being in this type of situation with him before, you were somehow nervous, unlike the last time.

you could feel that there was something different; something that wasn’t there last time. there was something in his eyes, something in his aura. it was making you wonder...how much more was he holding back?

your wonders and curiosities exit your brain quickly as the male slips one long finger into your aching core and you let out a gasp that shifts into a moan as he starts to pump the finger in and out.

“j...jae...” you moan out and he looks at you at the return of the name you had used last time. the name that he had grown to love, the name he had repeated in his head in your voice for the past week almost.

eager to please you, hyunjae adds a second finger and you lay your head back against the wall. somehow with hyunjae, the pleasure was always overwhelming, no matter what he was doing.

“add another...” you mumble but he hears it and he quickly complies to your request. 

with three fingers inside you, hyunjae stretches you out with no mercy, making you squirm and whine, your eyelids fluttering from the overflowing pleasure.

his free hand grips your hip, keeping you steady. 

“jae, fuck,” you moan out as he starts to curl his fingers inside you.

“feels good?” he asks you, though you can tell he already knows the answer.

“yes, so good,” you sputter out, feeling your high coming. “i-i’m close, jae.”

he hums and thrusts his fingers into you even harder, sending you spiraling. “cum for me, darling.” his eyes once again meet yours and his lust-filled gaze was enough to send you over the edge.

you release with a silent moan, your eyes screwing shut. you feel your legs start to shake as you calm down, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace.

when you look down again to meet his eyes, you watch as he sucks the juices from his fingers, keeping eye contact with you while doing so. “delicious, darling, just like i expected.”

“y-you’re so hot,” you trail off, gulping. you weren’t ashamed to admit what you were thinking anymore. “you know that?”

“mm, of course i do,” hyunjae responds. “why else would i be so confident, hm? why else would i be able to get any girl i want?”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head. “we get it, you’re a man-whore.”

“if anyone here is a whore, darling,” he stands straight again, placing a hand on either side of your head, trapping you between he and the wall. “it’s you.”

“my body count is anywhere near as lengthy as yours,” you admit. “so don’t act like you know what’s up.”

“mm, alright, fine,” hyunjae recoils temporarily before speaking again. “maybe you’re not a whore in that sense, but you are the biggest fucking attention whore.”

your eyes widen and you shake your head. you were doubtful you’d be able to keep up the act for very long. “i’m not.”

“you are, darling,” he starts again, chuckling under his breath. “you live for the attention.  that’s what you wanted this whole week, no? you were so desperate for my attention and when you got none, you went to crazy, dumb, stupid measures to get it.”

“you’re just jealous i kissed eric.” you reply, staring up at him, your confidence not faltering.

you watch as hyunjae swallows, his eyes leaving yours for a moment, then returning. “i’m not jealous,” he retorts. “why would i be jealous? you’re not mine.”

“you kissed me, hyunjae,” you recall and his face falls, every ounce of confidence that was there before had blown away. “you don’t kiss anyone you hook up with. i listen to what everyone says, you know.”

hyunjae freeezes in place for a moment, seemingly contemplating what he wants to say. you could tell that your words had made him think more than he wanted to and that you had realized things you weren’t supposed to have realized. 

“you can tell me what you’re thinking, you know,” you speak again after getting no response from him. “i want to listen, okay?”

he shakes his head, turning towards you again. “you don’t get it, do you?” he speaks, his voice rather shaky. “y/n, i have never felt this confused in my life, okay? one minute, i think you’re annoying, and five minutes later, you’re hot as shit.”

“well that’s just because you had sex with me.”

“is it?” hyunjae raises a brow. “or was it that maybe i realized something. something that i had known deep down for longer than i can remember, but i refused to say anything because i knew that no matter how nice to you i could ever be, you would still hate my fucking guts.”

“jae...” you trail off, looking at him with worried eyes. “what are you saying...?”

“damn it, y/n!” his volume and power startles you. your heart stops beating momentarily. when he realizes he snapped, his eyes meet yours and he sighs. "i just..." he trails off, his gaze dropping to just below your eyes. "forget it. it's not important."

"jae," you start, lifting a hand up cautiously to the side of his face. his skin was smooth, soft, and warm under your touch. he lets out a calm breath at your touch and clears his throat. "don't be afraid to tell me your feelings."

"feelings?" he shakes his head, chuckling. "there are no feelings to discuss. what kind of feelings towards you could i possibly have, y/n?"

"okay, fine," you hum. "maybe it'll help if i'm honest with you first. so, here goes. hyunjae, i-"

"i think i'm in love with you."

silence enters the janitor's closet after hyunjae's interruption. you stare, mouth agape at the male across from you. the same guy who had made your life a living hell for years...was now possessing feelings for you?

“i...think i'm in love with you,” he whispers this time. you look into his eyes and see a glassy layer over them. “i am. i don’t know how, i don’t know why. maybe it’s the way you’re always so passionate about everything you do, or...or because you’re so determined. maybe it’s the way you carry yourself, with such confidence. you know you’re smart, you know your worth. you know what you want and you take it. and god, there’s just so much more i could say about you and it still wouldn’t get the job done. and i don’t know when this happened, but i-”

now it’s your turn to shut him up with a kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he slowly reciprocates the kiss.

you don’t know why you shut him up, to be honest. it’s not that you didn’t like what you were hearing. maybe it was just that it was all too much to take in at one time. 

your lips move against his with fury, his hands finding your hips almost immediately. his fingers dig into your skin and you can’t even complain about the pain. it’s not like it bothered you anyway.

alarmingly enough, he lets out what seems like a whine into your mouth. was he that needy for you? his sounds combined with the way he was rubbing himself against you told you everything.

when you pull away from the kiss, he pants, eyes not leaving yours for even a split second. "touch me," he practically begs. "y/n, touch me, please."

if you could've recorded the tone of his voice in that moment so you could listen to it for the rest of your life, you would have. his words were dripping in need, dripping in desire. he needed you so bad.

quickly, your hands finds his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping impatiently. you couldn't even say anything. you just wanted to please him.

when you pull his hardened length from its constraints, your eyes widen once again, not only from the size (even though you saw it before, you couldn't not be impressed every time), but from the amount of precum that had already come out. boy was he desperate.

hyunjae breathes heavily as you start to stroke his length at a slow pace, using his precum as lube. you watch as your hand glides up and down his shaft smoothly.

"no, no, look at me, y/n," he speaks, voice shaky. "please look at me."

you nod and lift your gaze to meet his. "better?" you ask, watching as he tugs his bottom lip under his top one.

"yes, so much," he lets out a groan as your hand touches the head of his cock for a moment. "faster, please." he whispers but you still manage to hear it.

you move your hand faster on his cock and he lets out the most lovely sounds. "yes, yes, like that," his words turn into moans as he looks at you with dark eyes.

the sound of his moans were like heaven to you. there was something so angelic yet sinful about his sounds and it had you reeling.

as you stroke his length at a fast pace, his chest rises and falls with every harsh breath he takes. “fuck, y/n,” he groans, his eyelids fluttering. the way your name fell from his lips so sinfully made you even more eager to please him.

“a-am i doing a good job?” you ask him, your voice unintentionally shaking. you were sure it was from the need clouding your head. 

“yes, darling,” hyunjae groans lowly, nodding his head the best he could. “so good, so fucking good.” he growls the last bit, bucking his hips into your hand a little bit. 

it was a bit odd, you must admit, seeing hyunjae this vulnerable. you figured his need had taken over at this point and you knew it was unlikely you’d get this side of him again, but you had your hopes. even if you didn’t, you were going to savor this while it lasted.

your hand strokes his length quickly, the sound of the slight wetness making you bite your lip as you feel the wetness return to your core.

one of his hands comes to find your wrist, wrapping around it. the other hand runs through his hair as he lets out the same sinful noises you had grown to enjoy. “shit,” he moans out, letting his head fall back. “make me cum, darling, come on.” he growls moving your hand with his own as his breaths grow more and more erratic.

your eyes fall down to admire his length. you thought you felt a bit of drool come from your lips, but you have been mistaken. even after seeing him before, you were still so impressed (but also not surprised) with hyunjae’s body. he was just so perfect...

his grip on your wrist tightens, dragging you out from your thoughts just in time to see white strings of cum land smoothly on his and your hand. and also on the hoodie that clothed your torso.

“jae, you got cum on eric’s hoodie!” you gasp, looking down in horror, trying to wipe off the mess. you didn’t see the male in front of you smirk as he catches his breath. mission accomplished.

“he won’t notice or care,” hyunjae responds. “he gets all kind of stuff on that thing. food, drinks, who knows what. don’t get your panties in a bunch, darling.”

you frown but nod. your hands fall to the hem of the hoodie, ready to lift it over your head and take it off. “well, if this is going to continue, then i should just-”

“no.”

you blink softly, stopping your movements. “wha..?”

hyunjae shakes his head. “leave it on.”

“but...but it’s eric’s...”

“that’s why,” hyunjae responds. “it’s his. don’t you think he’d love when you return it to him after it smells like me?”

you shake your head. “he wouldn’t like that at all, i don’t think.”

“very well then,” he nods in approval. “now it’s definitely staying on.”

you gulp nervously. you wouldn’t lie, seeing him like this was very arousing. something about hyunjae being so possessive...it’s like he was trying to remind you that you were his.

but...were you his?

he grabs your hips before whispering to you. “jump.” so you do, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him a little closer.

your noses almost touch and you let out a shaky breath. even after everything, you still got goosebumps being this close to him. “jae...” you whisper softly. the tone of your voice seemingly stirs something in him. you grip onto his arms as his length rubs against your wet core. “please.”

he doesn’t hesitate to insert himself into you, making you gasp. his size still managed to stretch you out just right. “jae, jae, oh my god.” you chant his name as he stills, letting you get comfortable.

as you regain your breath, he looks at you, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted. he was just so entranced in your beauty. he looked forward to seeing you fall apart on his cock again. 

“move, jae, please,” you whine, his heavy eye contact doing things to you.

“beg,” he demands, making your eyes go wide and your vision blurry with need. “beg for my cock like the little slut you know you are.”

“b-but...jae-”

he looks at you sternly and you feel that you might have collapsed if he wasn’t holding you up. he just had so much power over you...it made you want to curl up into a ball and scream into a pillow.

taking a deep breath, you weigh over your options. you could choose to not beg and get no dick, or you could throw away all your morals and beg for him like some desperate bitch and humiliate yourself.

you decided on the latter.

“please fuck me, jae,” you begin, internally cringing at your own tone of voice. “please, please, i need you inside me. i need you filling me up, stretching me out just right as you rearrange my guts. please, please, please-”

your words are cut off by a moan as he starts slowly move into you. no matter the speed, he still felt so good inside you, so right. it was like he was made for your pussy.

“fuck, y/n,” the male groans, looking down and watching as his cock disappeared into you with every deep, passionate thrust. “you feel so good wrapped around me.” and it was true. the way your walls hugged his length felt amazing to him. perfect, even. it was like you were made for his cock.

your moans spill out uncontrollably as he picks up his pace a little bit more, the sound of his hips hitting yours repeatedly filling the room along with your sinful sounds.

the noises you let out only added more fuel to hyunjae’s fire. “oh, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” he smirks, watching your expressions. he was in awe of how you could look so innocent, yet so sinful at the same time. it really got him going.

“n-no,” your voice cracks as you deny. “not a slut...” you shake your head the best you can while hyunjae quite literally fucks you up.

“mm, you’re right...maybe not a slut in general,” he hums in thought, his relentless pace not slowing one bit. “maybe just a slut for me, hm, darling?”

you were going to say something, but you can’t speak when hyunjae starts to pound into you, making your eyes roll back. you didn’t think it was possible to be fucked this hard, yet here you were. 

“hyunjae, oh my god,” you all but scream as he rams into you at an inhumane pace, fucking you with so much speed and power you felt like you were gonna get whiplash (haha). “you fuck me so good. so so fucking good.”

“mm, yeah?” hyunjae asks from in between his rushed breaths and groans. “you like when i fuck you so good your head spins?” he lets out a moan as you clench around his shaft. “oh, fuck, baby, you’re so good for me.”

his voice was laced with so much dominance, so much power. it made your knees tremble. he fucks into you with so much need, so much strength that every moral thought leaves your brain, every faint memory of whatever happened prior to this slips away. all you could focus on was his cock, hitting everything just right and making you lose your mind.

“tell me how good i feel inside you, slut,” hyunjae growls in your ear, his words dripping with a breathy moan. “tell me how good it feels to have me pulsing inside you, splitting you apart.”

you choke on a moan as his pace slows, but gets harder, his thrusts making you bounce slightly. “oh my god, hyunjae, you feel so fucking good, you’re so deep,” you whine as his length tears you up. “a-and so-so...big.” your cheeks flush red with embarrassment while a devilish smirk grows on the male’s face.

“yeah? my big cock making you braindead, hm?” he regains his previous speed, earning a loud gasp followed by a moan from you. “are you my braindead little bitch?” he hisses directly into your ear before taking your lobe between his teeth.

your eyes roll back at his words, his delivery making your toes curl from inside your shoes. “j-jae...” a loud moan of his name leaves your bruised lips as his pace leaves you breathless. “...harder.”

“fuck-” never one to disappoint you, hyunjae starts to pound into you, even harder than before. he groans against your neck, before starting to suck on the already sensitive skin there. his noises muffle against your skin as yours raise in volume from the now doubled pleasure. 

as he fucks you hard as you wear eric’s hoodie, his head races with thoughts. thoughts of jealousy, thoughts of longing. oh how he wanted you to be his.

“mine,” he growls against your neck, almost inaudibly. he half hoped it would go unnoticed by you, yet the other half hoped that you did hear it.

as his head races even more, every last thought blurring together, he somehow manages to fuck into you even harder, rougher, taking note of the way your noises come out more often and louder. his aggression fuels his movements as you become a mess on his cock. he was making you feel this good, he was the only one that could.

helpless cries of pleasure leave your lips as hyunjae sucks several dark, noticeable marks on your skin, pulling back slightly to admire the purple-ish spots on your neck. now people would know you were his. “you’re fucking mine,” he groans into your neck, but you hear him just fine. “my little whore, all mine. just mine.”

“h-hyunjae, c-close-” you stutter out your words, pausing to let out a few choked moans. tears fill your eyes as his pace and power tears you apart.

“mm, yeah?” he taunts, his own breaths getting erratic. he was also getting close. he watches the tears well up in your eyes with a mischievous smirk. “crying for me, hm? crying because i just feel so good, right, babe?” he’d be lying if he didn’t get off on the tears that were now streaming down your face.

“h-hyunjae, fuck!” you lean your head against his shoulder, letting your loud moan muffle as you feel your knot inside release, your juices flowing out of you and spilling onto his cock. 

“oh, shit, babe,” the male leans his head back and groans lowly as he follows suit after you, releasing into you, earning another small whine from you.

sensitive, exhausted, and out of breath, the two of you stay there, panting. he was still inside you, but neither of you seemed to care. you lift your gaze up to look at him, only to find he was already staring. blushing and embarrassed, you try to look away.

“hey, look at me,” he reaches out, cupping your face and lifting it so you’d look at him in the eyes. when you finally meet his eyes, there’s that vulnerability back again. you’re finally reminded of what he said to you before everything else. his gaze falters slightly and you can tell that he can tell what you’ve just been reminded of. “y/n, i-i need you to know that i’m...i’m sorry. for how i’ve treated you. not just this week or this year, but always. i guess i just never knew how to actually act around you.”

“so...your first instinct was to bully me?”

he shakes his head and looks to the floor, ashamed. “i know...i know,” he nods at you, lifting his eyes to meet yours again momentarily. he pulls away from you finally, releasing himself from inside you, emitting a small groan from you. you watch as he fixes himself up and listen as he begins to speak again. “i’m sorry. i was dumb. i’ve just never found someone i actually had feelings for, let alone feelings this strong.” he admits, tugging his bottom lip beneath his top one after.

you take a moment to process his words. he seemed sincere. “jae...this is a lot,” you tell him, sighing. “i mean, i go through the last who knows how many years thinking you hate my guts. and now, you’re...in love with me?” you whisper the last bit, the words unfamiliar to your lips.

“i understand that it’s confusing,” he averts his eyes elsewhere. “i just didn’t know what to do with myself or my feelings.”

you don’t say anything and just keep your gaze to the ground. 

taking your silence as a sign to continue, he takes a deep breath. "y/n, just...just one chance is all i ask for." he spoke more calmly now, no more rushed sentenced with no time to breathe. he was "i want to prove to you that i can be a better man for you."

you smile softly. he sounded so genuine. he was being so genuine. the tenderness, the emotion in his eyes. it was beautiful. he was beautiful. and you could finally see it clearly. he was beautiful. maybe more on the outside than on the inside, but you knew he was going to try.

"i...i really like you, hyunjae," you explain, noticing how you have his full, undivided attention as soon as you start to speak. "a lot. and i love the way you make me feel. because let's be honest here, you make me feel really, really good. like, so good i-"

"don't get me going again, y/n," the male warns, closing his eyes momentarily. he appeared to be thinking.

you sigh. "right, well, i guess i'm just...confused."

hyunjae tilts his head slightly to the left. "confused? why is that?" he hums, lifting a finger to your cheek and caressing the skin softly.

"i...heard you telling eric that you didn't sleep with anyone at the party," you inform him. his eyes widen a bit and realization hits his face. "i thought that maybe you were...ashamed of me? like, i'm not pretty enough or popular enough to be known as a member of your elite list of people you've been with, or some-"

once again, the male cuts you off with a kiss. a sweet one this time. you melt into his touch as his hands find your waist, holding onto you firmly, but also gently. like he didn’t want to hurt you but also wanted you to know that he was never ever gonna let you go.

"y/n, my darling," he begins once he's pulled away from your lips. "i did that to protect your image. word gets around super fast at this school. i tell one person that we fucked, the whole school knows by lunch."

your lips take the shape of an 'o' but no sound comes out. you just nod, looking at your feet. you were smiling like a dork. was he really that thoughtful and considerate? it warmed your heart.

"so, y/n," hyunjae clears his throat and your eyes lift back up to meet his. "do you wanna...see where this goes?"

"what do you mean?"

"i don't know, i was thinking we fuck around some more for a while, maybe try some new stuff," he freezes mid sentence to grasp your hand in his. "and then maybe i'll properly ask you out on a date. how's that sound?" he smirks at you mischievously, since he already knows the answer.

"of course, you ass," you roll your eyes but can't help but smile. "man you're good at talking, huh?" you nudge him in the shoulder a little as you giggle.

"that's not all i'm good at, darling." he winks and you punch his shoulder.

"shut up, dickhead."

"make me."

you lift yourself onto your tiptoes and attach your lips to his with a smile. as his hands find your sides, you wish that you could stay like that forever. but of course, you still have to give eric back his hoodie.

-

ahhh part two is finally out, sorry for the long wait everyone 😩 hope you enjoy <3

Not Sangyeon catching them 🤭😭

[9:47PM] Jump Scare - (j.cm)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bf!Changmin, cockwarming, mentions of dry humping, making out, groping, unprotected p in v, just the tip 😏, pet name (baby), something nasty happening with other people around. Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: based on this idea that was sent a lifetime ago. Forgot that this idea came from you too omg @snowflakewhispers HAHA Proofread once, this one was fun to write! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez

Thinking about bf!Changmin, who’s got both of you in a… well quite a compromising position while your friends are around. Now don’t worry, it’s not that any of your friends can actually see what you and Changmin are up to, it’s just a naughty little secret between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

It was an accident really, you weren’t supposed to be in this position with him at all. Changmin had invited you over to his place and at some point you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making out and grinding into each other on the couch while a movie you put on was just playing in the background.

“Just a little bit baby…” He mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Min, we have to- fuck, w-we should be watching.” You whine as you grip his hair.

“The movie can wait.” He licks a trail from your collarbone all the way to that spot beneath your earlobe. “C’mon please? Just the tip? I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay fine, just the tip alright?” You sighed in defeat.

And just like that, Changmin gets off you and sits back on the couch, patting his lap with that mischievous grin on his face. You get up to sit on him, your back pressed against his chest as you start slowly moving your hips, grinding your ass against his semi-hard bulge.

His hands play with your breasts for a bit as he leaves kisses on your neck before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. You lift your hips enough for him to pull your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side with one hand while the other holds his member, the tip rubbing in-between your wet folds and finally pushing the head inside your entrance.

“Fuck your pussy’s too greedy, practically sucking me in.” He groans as he slowly thrusts up, desperately wanting his whole length inside you right now.

“You said only the tip Min-” You breathe out.

“Just a little more promise, not all the way.” Changmin whispers in your ear as you lay back into him. He guides your hips lower, inserting more of himself inside. God you both can feel the delicious stretch of your walls hugging his member. Changmin continues to thrust slowly into you as much as he can go, holding back all his willpower to just shove it all in until-

Knock knock knock.

“Open up Changmin!” A voice from the front door shouts.

The sound startles both of you and you accidentally sink into his lap so quick almost forgetting that half of Changmin’s dick was literally inside you until you felt him go all the way in, the tip hitting that spot you love. You nearly moan out so loud but Changmin covers your mouth quickly.

“Stay still…” Changmin says to your through gritted teeth, trying to conceal the groan that was stuck in his throat when you fully sat on him. He scrambles to grab the throw blanket on the couch and covers you both while your friends start entering the apartment.

“What? Did you guys start the movie already without us?” Younghoon chuckles.

“Huh?” You both ask him simultaneously.

“It’s movie night lovebirds! Did you forget? C’mon!” Haknyeon chimes in as he plops on the couch next to the two of you. You subtly turn to Changmin with a panicked look on your face.

“Just keep quiet okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

The whole time during the movie you try your best not to squirm, but as the minutes go by that task alone becomes more difficult especially when you or Changmin adjust yourselves every now and then, the tip of his cock nudging that sweet spot in you every time.

Changmin tries to subtly pinch or hold your hips whenever he feels your walls fluttering around him or when his member twitches inside you, a sign that he is also trying his best to keep calm and not make anything obvious.

Though, while you were panicking internally, seeing you in such a state and trying your best not to elicit any erotic sound was rather amusing for Changmin. He’s never seen you like this before and it was causing a little fire burning inside him, telling him that this will definitely not be the last time he would want to do this to you.

‘Whose idea was it to watch a horror movie?’ You thought to yourself. You could never stay still with these things, which was why it was becoming harder for you to not move.

And while some of your friends were talking, some focusing on the movie, a jump scare appears on the screen. The scene and everyone’s reaction caused your body to jolt up, making you slightly bounce on Changmin’s length. You yelp, but the sound of it was almost borderline erotic that you had to quickly fake cough to hide it and play it off cooly.

You’re stuck in your own thoughts, overthinking if anyone had noticed your near slip but Changmin, amused as ever, pinches your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

“Better stay quiet baby, or else they’ll know what’s going on under this blanket.” He whispers in your ear.

But what you both didn’t know was Sangyeon was growing suspicious of the two of you since he entered the apartment.

And now with that weird sound you just made along with the fact that you haven’t left Changmin’s lap since they got there, he can’t stop thinking if whether or not what he thinks is happening under those sheets is actually happening.

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[22:58] | tbz lee juyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink, unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)

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head empty...no thoughts...

happy birthday, lee juyeon!!

head empty...no thoughts...

i'm so shy right now bye—

This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.

There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.

He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.

Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.

Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.

“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.

It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.

Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.

“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”

“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.

But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 

The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 

“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.

Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.

If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.

“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.

A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.

“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”

“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.

You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 

“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”

The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.

“Do something, please.”

“You bet I will.” 

Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.

Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.

It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”

“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”

“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.

“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”

He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”

The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.

“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.

“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.

“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.

“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.

“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 

Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.

“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”

“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”

And then…

“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 

Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.

With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.

“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.

He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.

“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.

Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.

“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”

His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.

“Happy Birthday to me.” 

Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.

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