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Your hand reaches for the other side of your bed, feeling the soft silk of the cold pillow lying next to you, lonely, abandoned. It doesn’t even smell like him in here anymore. When did he come by the last time? You can’t remember.

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“Good morning, beautiful.” Chan opened the door to your bedroom, croissants and coffee in his hands. The soft sun rays of the morning sun hit your face, tickling you awake. You give him a sleepy smile, pulling your blanket closer, trying to keep the comfortable warmth of your bed. “Good morning, love. What you got there?” you ask, making Chan smile shyly. “Breakfast. I went to the small bakery around the corner and prepared some coffee. Want to eat here or in the kitchen?” he replies. “No. Cuddles, please.” you reach out for your boyfriend, making him laugh lovingly at your cute antics. “My baby wants some cuddles, huh? Who am I to say no to you?” he cooed at you before slipping under your blanket, pulling your warm body close to him. “How late is it, Channie? Don’t you have to go to the studio?” you ask, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “No~” he whines, snuggling even closer to you, “I don’t want to leave. Want to stay here.” You pat his soft hair, giving him a peck on his cheek. “I’ll wait for you here. Come on, I’m sure the other members are waiting. Get out, baby.” you push him out of your embrace. “Fine, I’ll see you later then, Y/N. I love you.” he kissed you goodbye. “I love you, too.”

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You rub the tiredness out of your eyes as a big sigh leaves your lips. You pick up your phone and hover above your latest chats. No new messages. You tap on Chan’s chat to read your messages once again.

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Y/N [Tuesday, 5:20 PM]: Are you coming over today? I can order take-out for us Y/N [Tuesday, 9:31 PM]: Good night, baby. I love you. Y/N [Wednesday, 8:30 AM]: Hey, are you busy today? I want to see you. Y/N [Yesterday, 10:33 PM]: I miss you [Read: Yesterday. 10:40 PM]

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Your phone locks with a quiet click. You get up and drag yourself into the kitchen. The cold air hits your bare arms and you hurriedly close the open window, shielding you from the cold winter air. You turn on the stove to make some of Chan’s favourite food, which is honestly just anything edible. He’s just too busy, you tell yourself. You need to get his mind off of things, take him into your arms. You throw some meat into the frying pan, trying to push the sting in your chest away.

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“Oh? What’re you doing there?” Chan asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder to get a better look. “Food. You basically snacked on everything you could find in my apartment for the last 30 minutes, so I figured my baby is hungry.” you turned around to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Wow, are you trying to make me propose to you? It smells great, my baby is a great cook.” he praised you, drawing figure eights into the sides of your hip. “Chan, I’m boiling water. What are you smelling that’s so delicious, huh?” you laughed. “I was trying to be cute, okay? Do you need help with anything? Need me to chop some vegetables or something?” he took one of the big knives from your kitchen counter, rolling up his sleeves to showcase how ready he was for this. “I would love that. But maybe try using the right knife.” you said, handing him the smaller knife you used to cut vegetables. Chan took the knife with an embarrassed smile on his face, taking out some scallions to get to work. “As you wish, chef.”  “Wait! You need to wash them, first!”

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You put the food into a container, packing it up neatly, putting on something warm to head out for the studio. You took small steps towards your destination, dreading your arrival. You were dying to see your boyfriend, hug him, kiss him. You didn’t know what it was, but something in you told you to go back home. Your body seemed to become heavier with every step you took towards the building, your stomach feeling as if you swallowed a ton of stones. You tighten the grip on the little package you prepared for Chan, trying to shake off these weird feelings.  The employee greeted you with a warm smile, leading you to the elevator that would bring you to the studio. You pressed the button to the right floor, worrying your lip between your teeth. Why did you feel so nervous about this? You used to come by almost every day, hanging out with the members, keeping Chan company while he was producing. Why did you feel so out of place now? You stood in front of the door, contemplating if you should knock or just leave again.

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“Hey, guys! Missed me?” you asked. Chan and the rest of 3Racha were all hunched over the computer, trying to compose some new songs. “Y/N! Hey, of course we missed you. Chan is hiding you too much from us, so selfish.” Changbin shouted dramatically, jogging over to you.”What are you talking about, Bin? She’s here all the time. You just saw her two days ago! Hey, baby.” Chan waved at you cutely, puffing out his cheeks at Changbin’s accusations. “Hey, I missed you.” you walked over to him, pressing a small kiss to his lips, your eyes crinkling from the smile that appeared on your face the second you saw him. Chan felt the same way, smiling into the kiss, enjoying your presence around him. It was like this every time. You both lighted up each others world, all the worries of a stressful day subsiding as soon as you shared something as simple as a kiss.  “Ew, get a room. Why do my innocent eyes have to see this every day?” Jisung complained, throwing a pillow at Chan and you, making you giggle. “You’re just jealous, Han. Get off my dick and get a girlfriend instead.” Chan teased him, earning an exaggerated sigh from Jisung. “I’m not jealous! I’m just not a fan of your PDA.” he explained, making Changbin laugh. “What’s so funny, midget?” he narrowed his eyes at the smaller boy. “You’re the king of PDA, you don’t even need a relationship for that. You really should get a girlfriend, squirrel boy.” he replied, making Jisung pout. “You all love my cuddles! Don’t even try to deny it, right Y/N?” he looked at you, eyes pleading for you to back him up. “Of course, Sungie. We all love your cuddles.” you reassured him before turning your attention back to Chan. “Anyways, are you hungry? I prepared a little something.” you said, raising the package you prepared earlier. “Alright, now I am jealous.” Changbin said, looking at the big box of delicacies you placed in front of your boyfriend. Chan’s eyes lit up, giving you a little peck on the lips.

“Thank you baby, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

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“Hey” you said quietly, averting your gaze to the floor you were standing on. Chan didn’t even turn around to look at you. “What are you doing here?” he asked, too focused on his computer screen to pay any attention to you. “You haven’t come around for a while. I missed you.” you said, hope spilling from your voice. “Yeah, I noticed that. I’m busy though, could you come back another time? Thanks.” he replied coldly, his tone making you flinch. “Ah, I see..” you said, taking a few steps closer to him. “You’re working too much, baby. You should take a little break, I made some food for y-” “Y/N, I said I’m busy, is that so hard to understand?” he cut you off, turning around to look at you. “I-I know but, I thought-” you stammered, feeling intimidated by the tension in the room. “Yeah? Well, you should stop thinking so much then. Just leave me alone for once, you’re so goddamn clingy, it’s annoying.” he went on, not even noticing how your eyes got watery. “I understand.” you sniffled, trying to compose yourself. “I’ll leave you to your work then.” you said with a strained voice, putting the box of food down on the table before scurrying out of the studio.  As the door clicked shut behind you, you leaned against the wall, letting out the tears you tried to hold back oh so desperately. Your chest got heavier with every breath you took. You just wanted to disappear right then and there.  Chan got up from his chair slowly, taking the box you left in his hands. He felt the soft fabric you wrapped around it, a big sigh leaving his lips.  “I fucked up.” he said, quietly, taking out his phone.

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You were sitting on a bench in one of the busy streets, looking up at the sky. The stars twinkled above you, lighting up the pitch black night sky. “Hey, baby, I’m back. Are you cold?” Chan asked, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. “Hey. Yes, a bit. Thank you.” you took one of the cups, pressing it to your cold cheek. Chan sat down beside you, pressing a light kiss to your hair. “It’s warmer now that we’re together, right?” he said, putting one of his arms around you. “Wow, cheesy.” you replied, giggling, making Chan look at the floor, smiling shyly. “Maybe, but I can’t help it. You make me say cheesy things.” “How so?” you looked at him, leaning into his touch. “I don’t know. When I’m with you I’m so happy, I can’t help saying this weird stuff. I guess I just really fell for you.” he replied, looking into your eyes, making you blush. “I guess that makes two of us.” you whispered to yourself. “I hope all of this never passes.” you said, looking at Chan softly.  “It won’t. I will love you forever, I promise.”

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You sat down on the bench, holding a cup of coffee in your hands. The coldness seeped into your body, making you feel numb. You took a small sip of your coffee, wincing at the bitterness of it. Your phone was buzzing for a while now, demanding for you to take it out of your pocket.

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Channie~ [8:19 PM]: Y/N, are you home?? open the door please, we need to talk Channie~ [8:23 PM]: where are you? i didn’t mean it, please reply Channie~ [8:29 PM]: are you giving me the silent treatment now? wow Channie~ [8:32 PM]: ffs Y/N please! i’m sorry, just reply

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You stared at the messages, a sad smile forming on your lips. So now he’s texting you, huh?

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Channie~ [8:40 PM]: i’m gonna wait in front of your apartment until you talk to me Y/N [8:41 PM]: no, leave Channie~ [8:42 PM]: no, we need to talk Y/N [8:44 PM]: i have nothing to say to you Channie~ [8:45 PM]: then listen to me! Y/N [8:48 PM]: i don’t want to, not now Channie~ [8:48 PM]: tomorrow then? at the café? please. Y/N [8:55 PM]: fine. leave.

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The way to your apartment didn’t take you long. You stood in front of your door, still smelling Chan’s perfume, his presence still lingering in the air. You pull the blanket over your body, pushing your face into your pillow, trying to silence your crying. Was this your fault? Did you ask for too much? Did you make him turn into what he had become over the past years? Maybe your love just wasn’t enough. Maybe you weren’t enough for him to keep loving you. Maybe he never really loved you. Your eyes were burning from the amount of tears that poured out of them. Every breath you took hurt, feeling as if your lungs would rip at any given second. After what felt like hours in this position, your tears finally stopped. You were completely drained, exhausted, tired. 

The sun harshly shines in your face, making you flinch away from it. You got up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like shit. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, your hair was a mess, your skin looked pale and dead. You put your hair in a loose bun and wrapped yourself in a few layers of clothes, but you didn’t stop shivering. The coldness wouldn’t leave your body. 

You arrived at the almost empty café not too long after, squeezing yourself into one of the empty booths. You absentmindedly flipped through the menu, ordering a coffee without even looking up at the waiter. It was as if you were on autopilot, not paying attention to any of your surroundings, until you heard the soft ringing of the doorbell.

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You were sitting at one of the tables, fixing your hair excitedly. It was your second date with Chan, and you couldn’t wait to finally see him. Him being a little late only added onto your nervousness until you heard someone running through the door, huffing for air. “Hey, Y/N! I’m sorry for being late. Did I make you wait for a long time?” he said breathlessly. His cheeks were red, be it from running so fast, the cold air outside, or because you looked stunning in the soft morning light. “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t wait that long.” you giggled. “But are you going to keep standing there or will you sit down with me?” you asked, looking up at Chan, who was still trying to catch his breath. “Oh, I- sure.” he laughed, taking the seat across from you. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” he said, his face glowing with happiness. “Thank you, you look.. a little short on air?” you laughed, making him grin sheepishly. “Sorry, I just got out of the studio. It won’t happen again, I promise.” he explained, taking your hand in his. His touch sent waves of electricity through your whole body. The two of you would often go to this café from this day on, almost making it your own little morning ritual. 

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But of course it wasn’t Hyunjin who wanted to see you. In front of you a nervous Jisung was standing, with red cheeks and a heart beating as fast as your own. Seeing him fiddle with his fingers made you visibly swoon, observing him for a bit, trying to calm your heart before you talked to him.

Pressing your back to the wall to hide your presence, you caught his shaky voice speaking words of encouragement to himself. “Come on, Han Jisung! You can do this. You’re great, you’re handsome. You totally got this, bro. You’re not nervous at all.” He blew some of his hot breath on his freezing hands, creating a white cloud doing so, before stuffing them in the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He looked around like a lost puppy, scanning the area for a sign of you. “Wait, did she stand me up? Why would you do this to me, Y/N?” he whined, dragging your name out cutely.

“Do what to you?” you giggled, finally walking up to him. Jisung looked like a deer caught in headlights, “Y/N, hey! Nothing, I was just- wait. How long have you been here already? Did you hear.. anything?” “Hear anything? No, of course not.” you saw him visibly relax upon hearing this. “Except for you being great, and handsome, and totally not nervous at all.” you added, making Jisung cringe in front of you. “Oh god. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I-” he crouched down on the floor, putting his hands in front of his face, hiding from you. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I wanted to be cool and smooth when I do it!”

“Do what, Jisung?” you tilted your head at him, putting on a confused face. “Stop teasing me! You know what I’m talking about!” “No? I have no idea, like at all.” you looked at him expectantly, urging him to say what he wanted to say. After a lot more complaining, Jisung finally got up and prepared to go through with his actual plan.  “Alright, Y/N. Even though this didn’t go the way I wanted it to and I don’t look cool at all anymore, I still want to-” “Yes!” you squealed out immediately. “Y/N! You said you didn’t know! Why would you torture me like this if you knew all along?” he started whining again, making you giggle. “Because it’s fun! And you’re really cute when you’re like this, you know?” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red immediately. “Ah, stop! Don’t call me cute! I already regret this.” he pouted. “Aw, so no date? Bummer.” “Don’t even think about it, missy. Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 6! See ya!” he said, running off with a big grin on his face.

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Y/N [5:38 PM]: come on!! tell me where we’re going (◕‸ ◕✿) Jisungie ♡ [5:39 PM]: nono, it’s a surprise (〃 ω 〃) Y/N [5:39 PM]: please!! what am i supposed to wear if idk where we’re going? give me a hint  ‘ ᵔ ‘

You plopped back onto your couch, frustrated with Jisung’s secrecy. You stared at the outfits you put out to possibly wear, playing every possible scenario in your head. Would you be overdressed in a pretty dress? But a shirt and pants might be too casual. Should you just wear a skirt? After a few minutes your phone rings again.

Jisungie ♡ [5:45 PM]: something comfy! i’ll be there in 10  (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

A big smile spread on your face, rushing to your closet.

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You already went to the front door, checking your appearance one last time in the big mirror, organizing some strands of hair when you heard steps in front of your door. The noise outside caught your attention, so you decided to take a look through the peephole. Once again you were met with a nervous Jisung, trying to fix himself before knocking on your door. “Hey baby~ did you wai- god no, this is awful.” he cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N. Wow, you look great today! I mean, you always look great, not just today. I didn’t mean to imply you’re ugly on other days or something like that. What am I even saying?” he took a shaky breath. “Alright, here goes.” he said, raising his hand to knock on your door, only to be met with you opening the door before he could do so. You looked at him with a sly smile on your face, realization hitting him pretty fast. “I embarrassed myself again, didn’t I? I need to stop doing this, really.” he sighed, a shy little smile on his lips. “Don’t worry, I like that about you. So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going now? Or are you gonna leave me in the dark, still?” you took his hand and marched off. Wow, he thought to himself. You really were something else. He would never get used to the way you eased his mind after making a fool out of himself while at the same time making his heart race. “Wait, our ride is right there!” he reminded himself, rushing around the corner, making you chase after him. “Our.. ride? Jisung, what the hell.” you laughed, seeing him sit on his bike proudly, waving you over. “Milady, would you like to take your seat on this fine vehicle of mine?” he patted the spot behind him. Giggling, you walked over to him, sitting behind him and stuffing your hands in his pockets. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” you said, making him smile. “You said you like it, remember?” he gave you one of his earbuds, putting the other one into his ear. “Adventure time, let’s go!”

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“Madame, we have arrived.” Jisung says, stopping the music. “Oh god, Jisung. Are you serious?” you looked at the big amusement park in front of you, a shiver going through your body just thinking about all the roller coasters he was probably going to drag you into. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it? It’s gonna be fun, I promise!” he said cheerfully, taking your hand. “No, that’s not it. I’m just terrified of roller coasters. Like, actually terrified, oh god.” you stated, clinging onto his hand. “Don’t worry Y/N, there’s nothing to be scared of. I’m here with you.” “Oh, so you’re going to protect me, big boy?” you smiled, actually calming down a bit by what he said. “Count on it, I totally will.” he said, dragging you into the roller coaster.

A few minutes later, when the ride came to a stop again, you found yourself being crushed by a shaking Jisung, holding onto you for dear life. “Oh god, i-is it over? This was horrible, absolutely frightening, what WAS that?” he rambled on, not even attempting to get up. “Jisung, calm down. It’s over, you big baby. Also, I can’t breathe.” you giggled, finding him absolutely endearing. And even though Jisung did a terrible job at actually protecting you, his not-so-manly screams throughout the whole ride made you laugh too much to actually be scared of it. After one of the employees peeled Jisung off of you and out of the seat he was glued to, the two of you went for some drinks to calm him down. “Woah, let’s never, EVER, do that again, okay? Roller coasters suck.” he said, taking a sip of his americano. “I told you they’re terrifying! You should’ve listened to me, idiot.” “Yes, yes. You were right. Happy?” he said, giggling. “God, all the screaming made me hungry. Want to get some snacks over there?” he asked, tugging on your hand. You didn’t even realize you were holding hands this entire time, and the warmth of his touch went right to your cheeks. “Sure, let’s go.” you said, avoiding his gaze. And Jisung loved it. He found it absolutely adorable, the way you suddenly got so shy about something you’ve been doing for the whole duration of the date. While completely getting lost in his thoughts, just admiring your beauty, a bubble popped on his nose, emitting a surprised “Oh?” from him. As the both of you look up, you find yourself in a beautiful storm of bubbles, swirling and dancing around you. You excitedly let go of Jisung’s hand and chased the bubbles flying around, dancing with them, trying to pop them and laughing like a little child. Watching you, Jisung wondered how he got this lucky. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, his chest got warm and fuzzy and the only thing he felt in this moment was pure happiness. “Come on, Jisung! They said we can make bubbles, too!” you said, dragging him along with you.

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“God, I’m exhausted. That was so much fun!” you said, sitting down on the bench with a bottle of water. Jisung plopped down beside you, taking the bottle from you and taking a big sip himself. “It really was. The people were so nice, too.” he said out of breath, looking at you. “What do you want to do next?” “Get those snacks,” you said, “I’m starving.” “Cotton candy?” he asked, raising a brow at you. “Yes!” you said cheerfully, jumping up and down.

“One big cotton candy, please.” Jisung said to the woman in the little shop, giving you a soft smile. “Of course, what color would you two like?” the woman asked, looking fondly at the two of you. “Pink!” the both of you said at the same time, followed by amused laughter. “One big, pink cotton candy! Coming right up. Your girlfriend is really cute, young man. Treat her well.” she winked at Jisung. “Oh I’m no-” “I know, right! She’s the cutest girl ever, right? Thank you!” he took the snack from the woman, giving her a big tip before taking your hand again and running off with you. “What was that about, Jisung?” you laughed, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?” he asked, taking a big bite out of the huge, sugary cloud. “Why didn’t you tell her I’m not your girlfriend. We’re still on a date.” you giggled, surprised that he’s pulling your own trick on you. “Well, my dear Y/N, isn’t that obvious?” he pointed the cotton candy at you. “It’s because I’m planning on changing that fact as fast as possible.” he said, confidently, making a big grin appear on your face. “Oh, really? I’m looking forward to it.” you said, biting into the snack that was still held in your face.

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As the date went on, people started to leave the amusement park. The sun was long gone, revealing a lot of pretty stars above the two of you. Jisung and you just walked around the park, talking about your interests, friends, childhood stories. Time was flying as the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. “Wait, you two actually were about to fight? Like, an actual fight?” “Yes, I swear! God, I hated Hyunjin’s guts. We really didn’t get along at all to the point we would just make an arrangement to tolerate eachother and pretend to be on good terms around our friends.” he explained to you. “So how did you end up being that close then?” you asked, making Jisung break into a soft smile. “I don’t know. I guess somewhere along the way we noticed we weren’t actually that different. We share a lot of interests, we’re both really passionate about music, for example! I didn’t even know that about him before. He’s really important to me now.” “That’s beautiful. You’re interested in music? Do you do more than just singing with that beautiful voice of yours?” you nudged him with your elbow, reminding him of the little serenading he did for you on your way here. He started giggling, thinking of the cheesy songs he sang to you. “Yes. I like rapping a lot. I also produce my own music with my friends, but.. it’s nothing special, really.” “I would love to hear it sometime.” you said earnestly, making him look at you with sparkly eyes. “Really? You mean it?” he asked you, looking really excited. “I do. I want to know about everything that excites you. Also, I could listen to you singing for hours, so it’s a win-win.” you giggled. As you walked on, you saw a vending machine with lots of plushies inside. Jisung dragged you towards it, making you screech from the sudden pull. “Let me win you a plushie!” he said excitedly, making you laugh. “Jisung, this is such a waste of money. It’s really hard to win one, we’re just gonna throw in a lot of money and get frustrated.” you tried to reason, but Jisung didn’t listen at all. “Please, come on. It’s a date, I HAVE to win you something. What kind of date would it be if I didn’t. Which one do you want?” he asked. “You watch too many rom-coms, Jisung. It’s perfectly okay not to win something for your date!” “Which one~” he dragged the last word out cutely, stomping his feet, trying to convince you. “Fine, fine. This one.” you pointed to a squishy little plushie on the left, kind of resembling a squirrel. “I’m on it! I’m gonna win this, just watch.” he said, focusing on the money eating machine in front of him. 10 minutes and 24 bucks later, he groaned out frustratedly. “Is this plushie stuck? Why isn’t it coming out. Come on, I’m gonna get you.” he said, trying to intimidate the soft little animal trapped inside the machine. “Jisung! Stop, you’re going to be completely broke if you continue like this.” you tried to reason again, making Jisung whine. “One last try, please? We can do it together, come here.” he pulled you by your hand. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness but agreed, hoping that he would stop after this try. You put your hand on the little stick that controls the machine and Jisung covered it with yours, feeling how cold your fingers were already. He really tried for a long time for you to be that cold, huh? “On the count of three, okay?” he looked at you with apologetic eyes. “One, two, three!” You pressed the button to make the machine stop and grab something together. You suddenly got really excited, closing your eyes because you didn’t want to see if you failed again or not. A few seconds later you felt Jisungs hand leave yours, making you pout. “Milady, we did it.” he said, squishing the soft plushie to your cheeks, making you jump in excitement. “Yay! We did it, Jisung! We got it!” you shouted, happiness radiating from your face, lighting up Jisungs world. “The power of our love, am I right?” he said, smiling at you, making both of you laugh. “Okay, no, this was horrible. Sorry. Want to go home?” he asked. You nodded to that, trying to take his hand again. “Oh, wait.” he said, to which you replied with a puzzled look on your face. All of a sudden he took off his hoodie, throwing it in your face. “You really have to work through every cliché, huh? What’s this for? You’re going to be cold, Jisung.” you laughed. “N-no. I’m not cold, I’m a man.” he said, shaking. You raised your brow at him, looking amused. “Oh really? You’re not cold at all?” “Just wear it. Y/N! Please! I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” he whined. “Fine, I’ll wear it. Dork.” After you put it on, Jisung took your hand again, leading you to the exit. “Let me escort you home, miss.” he said, pointing to his bike. “Why thank you, good sir.” you replied, waiting for him to get on and claim your place behind him, holding your plushie in one hand and snaking the other one around his torso.

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"Oh come on, Y/N! You need to come, you can't run from him forever." your friend Naeun said through your closed door. She was probably right. You couldn't run from Minho forever, but that definitely wouldn't stop you from trying. The moment you saw him outside the party for the year's end, tangled up in this girl you've never seen before, your little world crumbled completely. All the hidden feelings built up over the last 10 years of your close friendship came bursting out in the form of tears streaming down your face, ruining your face for everyone to see. You can't help it. It's dumb and technically your fault for never speaking up about how you felt towards Minho, but you can't help it. It hurts seeing his face, hearing his voice, thinking about him. All the beautiful moments the two of you shared, vanished before your eyes, being replaced with the image of the boy you loved giving the affection you craved to someone else. The guilt of ignoring Minho for a solid three weeks just adding onto that. Countless missed calls, messages begging you to talk to him, tell him what he did wrong. You stare blankly at the wall in front of you, tears threatening to spill again. "Y/N? Are you crying?" the voice covered with concern asks from behind the door. You manage to choke out a weak "No, I'm not. I'm okay." At this point, Naeun has had enough. She bursts into your room, a pout evident on her face. It startles you a bit before you pull the covers over your face, trying to hide your pathetic state. "Okay, this is dumb. Get up, now!" Naeun says as she pulls at your soft blanket. "Don't wanna!" you reply, as you try to keep it in place. "Look, I know you're hurt. But Minho is still your best friend, okay? At least talk to him. It's his birthday today and you still haven't reached out to him. He's so worried and confused, please don't do this to the both of you." You loosen your grip on the blanket as you process what your friend has said to you, making her see your puffy, red eyes and wet cheeks. "You need to get over it and try to keep him as your friend, because we both know he means so much more to you than this. Who knows, maybe you'll even meet a cute guy at the party?" You hate to admit it, but she's probably right. You can't keep this up forever and you miss Minho. You really do. Actually, these past three weeks without him were the worst weeks of your life. Sure, you have experienced heartbreak and sadness before, but Minho was always right there by your side. Not talking to him felt like being deprived of oxygen. You just need him in your life so badly, every breath you take without him hurts you. "Okay." you said, or rather whispered. "What?" "I said okay. You're right, I should at least try." With that you get up, rubbing the tears out of your face and leave your room. "Wait, where are you going?" Naeun asked with a bewildered face. "I need to get ready for the party, or did you expect me to find a 'cute guy' looking like this?" you stated, making Naeun chuckle.