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❛ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. ❜ last 😭😭😭😭 chapter 😭😭 ⠀·⠀ proper note at the end 🥹💞 (also this is so random but hbd leo valdez from pjo aka my first ever love and crush 🌀🌀🌀)

❛ 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒+𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. ❜ swearing ofc ⠀·⠀ haters getting clocked ⠀·⠀ kissing (FINALLY BRO FAWKKK)

❛ 𝓢𝐂. ❜ 21. + ❛ 𝓦𝐂. ❜ 3.1k

seonghyeon doesn’t think; he just goes. to him, it didn’t matter that it was three in the morning. he grabbed something from james’ room and slipped into the closest shoes he could find—they fit a little wrong, so they were probably martin’s. he didn’t really care.

skipping the wait time for a taxi, he decided to just run to your house. dorm. whatever it was called didn’t matter.

by the time he made it there, you were already pacing in your room with the window open.

“yn!” he called.

you looked at him from above, and almost laughed.

he had a boombox in one hand, while the other clutched his chest.

“you made me run here,” he panted.

“good. you were taking too long,” you replied with a grin.

he motioned to wait as he set up the boombox and lifted it over his head to let you hear the music better: fallingforyou by the 1975 played loudly. you smiled.

you knew the neighbours would have your head tomorrow for all the noise, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

the music crackled slightly through the old speakers, the sound a little too loud, a little too raw, spilling into the quiet street. he stood there beneath your window holding it up like it was the only way he knew how to say anything properly, like words alone had already failed him once and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

you leaned forward against the window frame, resting your elbows on the sill. cold air brushed past you as you looked down at him—really looked this time—and the sight was almost ridiculous in a way that made your chest ache: messy hair from running, shoes that didn’t even belong to him, and that stupidly determined expression like nothing else in the world mattered except the fact that you had told him to come.

“you’re insane,” you called down, though there was no bite to it, only something softer threading through your voice.

“only for you,” he shot back immediately, adjusting his grip on the boombox as the song continued, “but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

the corners of your mouth turned upwards despite yourself, and for a second, neither of you said anything; just let the music fill the space between you, louder than it needed to be, louder than it should be at three in the morning, but somehow still not loud enough to drown out the way your heart raced.

“you were saying something,” he added after a moment, voice not as steady this time, like the run had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit… or maybe it wasn’t the run at all.

you exhaled slowly, like you were trying to gather something that had already slipped out of your control the second you told him to come over, and shook your head slightly.

“i said, i wasn’t saying it over text.”

“good,” he said softer now, lowering the boombox just a little but not enough to turn it off, like he needed the noise as much as you did. “because i wasn’t going to pretend i didn’t understand what you meant.”

his words made you pause, your fingers tightening slightly against the edge of the window frame as you looked at him again, searching for something in his expression that would make this easier, but of course there was nothing easy about him, not when it came to things like this, where everything was obvious and unsaid at the same time, where he showed up without thinking.

“you’re really going to make me say it from up here?” you asked, tilting your head, the hint of a challenge slipping back into your tone like it always did when things got too real.

he didn’t hesitate. “if that’s what it takes.” of course he didn’t.

you let out a quiet laugh under your breath, shaking your head like you should’ve expected that answer, like there had never been a version of him that would back down now that he was already here, standing under your window with borrowed shoes and a boombox like something out of a romcom movie neither of you were supposed to be living in.

“god, you’re annoying,” you said, but there was no weight behind it, nothing sharp enough to push him away.

“yeah,” he smiled, almost like he was matching your tone without realizing it. “you still told me to come.”

you stared at him for a second longer than necessary, like you were committing this moment to memory.

you straightened slightly, pulling back just enough from the window before speaking again.

“wait there.”

“i’ve been waiting,” he frowned.

“just—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at the way he said it. “stay there. i’m coming down.”

without giving him time to argue, you disappeared from the window, the sound of the music still echoing faintly behind you as you moved quickly through your room, heart beating a little too fast for how simple this should’ve been.

by the time you reached the door, your hand hovering over the handle for half a second longer than necessary, you could still hear the song drifting from outside, quieter now but still there, still anchoring the moment in something real.

you opened the door.

the hallway was empty, the building quiet in that late-night or early-morning way that made every small sound feel louder, and you stepped out without overthinking it, moving quickly down the stairs before you could talk yourself out of anything.

he was still there. of course he was.

standing a little closer to the entrance now, boombox lowered but still playing, like he didn’t know whether to follow you or stay put and wait.

he looked up the second the door opened.

you met his gaze for a brief second, and then, because you were you, because you refused to make this bigger than it already was, “are you just going to stand there,” you said, stepping aside and pulling the door open wider, “or are you coming in?”

he blinked once, like he hadn’t expected it to be that simple. the music cut off finally as the song ended.

then, just as quickly, something shifted and he stepped forward without another word, ducking slightly as he walked past you into the building.

you closed the door and had already turned to head back up the stairs before him, not checking if he followed because you didn’t need to. you could hear him behind you anyway.

his footsteps, just a little uneven from the run, fell into pace with yours as you moved up the stairs like this was something you’d done before, like this wasn’t the first time everything had lined up just enough to make sense. halfway up, you slowed just slightly, enough for him to catch up properly.

for a second, neither of you spoke.

“you made me run across the city,” he said quietly. not complaining, just stating it like it meant something. you glanced at him, one corner of your mouth lifting.

“and you still came.”

he didn’t even try to deny it.

“yeah,” he said.

you held his gaze for a second longer than necessary, like you were checking for hesitation, for second thoughts, for anything that might make you pull back, but there was nothing there except him.

so you turned again, continuing up the stairs, aware of him just a step behind you. close enough that you could hear his breathing start to even out. close enough that the quiet between you didn’t feel empty anymore.

by the time you reached your floor, the building felt even quieter than before, like the world had narrowed down to just this hallway, just this moment, just the two of you standing outside your door with something unfinished sitting between you.

you pushed it open, stepping inside first and leaving it open for him.

he followed a second later, hesitating just slightly at the entrance as he slipped off the shoes—definitely not his—and lined them up messily by the door like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with his hands or with himself, now that he wasn’t running anymore.

“you really wore those out?” you asked, glancing down at the shoes.

“they were the closest ones,” he replied, a little defensive, a little amused, running a hand through his already messy hair. “i didn’t think it mattered.”

you hummed softly, turning away from him and moving further into the room, grabbing the edge of your sleeve absentmindedly like you needed something to do with your hands now too.

“it didn’t,” you said. “you still got here.”

he stepped further in, closing the door behind him this time, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in the stillness. for a second, neither of you moved, like crossing that threshold had shifted something you couldn’t undo.

“you were saying something,” he reminded you, softer now, not pushing, just… waiting.

you let out a slow breath, turning back to face him properly, and suddenly the room felt smaller, like the space between you had shrunk without either of you noticing.

“i know,” you said. and then you didn’t say anything else. not right away.

because for all your straightforwardness, for all the times you’d told him to just say things properly… this was different.

“you told me not to say it over text,” he said quietly, taking a small step closer, like he was testing whether you’d move away. “so, say it now.”

you rolled your eyes slightly, more out of habit than anything, but of course there was no real bite to it.

“you first,” you shot back.

he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, like he should’ve expected that, like this was exactly how it was always going to go with you.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you still came,” you replied immediately.

for a second, he just looked at you, like the uncertainty had finally burned out on the run over here and he was left with only what mattered.

“i like you,” he said. no hesitation or build-up. just the truth, standing between you like it had been waiting there the whole time.

your breath caught for half a second, not because you didn’t know, but because hearing it out loud felt different, heavier, and definitely more real than anything.

“yeah,” you said after a beat, quieter now, but just as certain. “i know.”

he narrowed his eyes slightly. “that’s it?”

you tilted your head, watching him, as a smile began to tug on your lips.

“what, you want a speech?”

“i ran here,” he pointed out for the millionth time that night. you stared at him in amusement.

“i like you too,” you said finally. it landed softer than his, but it didn’t need anything more.

for a second, neither of you moved. then, he let out a breath—something like relief slipping through as he shook his head slightly, a small smile breaking through despite everything.

“this whole thing was so unnecessarily complicated.”

“you’re the one who brought a boombox,” you reminded him, shrugging.

“you told me to come over, not how to do it.”

you huffed out a quiet laugh, and the tension finally cracked properly.

before you could think too much about it, you stepped closer. close enough now that the distance between you actually meant something. close enough that you could see the way his expression softened when you did.

“next time,” you said lightly, though your voice didn’t quite match how steady you were trying to sound, “just knock.”

“next time?” he echoed.

instead of answering him, you reached up, brushing your fingers against his sleeve, like you were grounding yourself, like you needed to confirm this was actually happening.

he didn’t move away or joke or deflect anymore. he just stayed there, watching you like you were the only thing he needed to focus on now. and that was what did it.

you closed the remaining distance without overthinking it, pressing your lips to his in a way that wasn’t rushed or hesitant. for half a second, he froze.

then, he leaned in properly, one hand coming up instinctively to steady you, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment without realizing it.

it wasn’t dramatic or perfect, but it was real.

when you pulled back slightly, you could feel him smiling before you even saw it.

“that,” he said softly, a little breathless now for a completely different reason, “was way better than a text.”

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too.

“don’t get used to it.”

“too late,” he replied immediately.

you let out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and disbelief, and stepped back just enough to look at him properly.

for a second, neither of you said anything. not because there was nothing to say, but because there was too much.

he rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, glancing away for the first time since he got here, like he suddenly didn’t know where to put all that certainty he’d had just moments ago, like the adrenaline that got him through running across the city had finally worn off now that he was standing in front of you with nothing left to hide behind.

“you’re not going to laugh, right?” he said quietly, almost cautious in a way you’d never heard from him before.

you frowned slightly, tilting your head.

“why would i—”

he cut you off before you could finish.

“that was my first kiss.”

the words landed somewhere between awkward and honest, like he hadn’t planned to say it out loud but couldn’t not say it either.

you blinked once. twice. and for the first time that entire night, you didn’t have an immediate response ready.

“…oh,” you said, which was probably the least impressive thing you could’ve come up with, but it was all you had in that moment.

he let out a small, nervous laugh at your reaction, like he regretted saying it now but wasn’t going to take it back.

“yeah,” he added, looking back at you briefly before glancing away again. “so if that was, like, bad or something, then just—don’t—”

“hey.” you cut him off this time, stepping forward again before he could spiral into whatever direction he was clearly heading in. “it wasn’t bad.”

he hesitated, searching your face like he was trying to figure out if you meant that or if you were just saying it to make him feel better.

“…yeah?”

“yeah,” you said, a little more firmly this time. “…it was mine too.”

that got his attention immediately.

his head snapped back toward you, eyes widening just slightly, like that was the last thing he expected you to say.

“wait. seriously? i’m your first kiss too?”

you rolled your eyes, but there was something softer underneath it now, something a little more vulnerable than you were used to letting show.

“no, i just said that for fun,” you joked dryly.

he let out a small laugh at that, relief slipping through so clearly it almost made you smile again.

“that’s—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head slightly like he didn’t quite know how to finish that sentence. “i didn’t think—”

“yeah, well,” you cut in, crossing your arms loosely, not defensive, just… grounding yourself again. “you don’t think a lot of things.”

“fair,” he admitted.

another pause settled between you, but this one felt different—lighter. less like something waiting to happen, and more like something you were both slowly getting used to.

he looked at you again, properly this time, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“so… we just did that.”

you glanced at him, unimpressed.

“don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not making it weird!” he defended, even though he absolutely was. “i’m just saying—it was—”

“normal,” you cut in quickly.

he blinked.

“…yeah,” he said after a second. “normal.”

neither of you believed that—not really. but neither of you pushed it either.

instead, you stepped closer again and nudged his arm lightly.

“come on,” you said, turning slightly toward your room. “you didn’t run all the way here just to stand by the door and overthink it now.”

he followed without arguing, like he always did when it came to you, like that part had never been in question. and as he moved past you, just slightly ahead this time, you caught the small smile he was trying—and failing—to hide.

“hey,” he said suddenly, glancing back at you.

“hm?”

“…we did okay, right?”

you looked at him for a second, then reached out and grabbed his sleeve again, pulling him back just enough to close the distance.

“yeah,” you said, quieter now.

and before he could say anything else, you kissed him again. shorter this time—simpler. still just as certain, though.

when you pulled back, you didn’t give him time to react, already turning away like it hadn’t just happened again.

“stop asking stupid questions,” you added.

behind you, you could hear him laugh softly, a little breathless, and completely unguarded.

“yeah,” he said. “okay.”

after a second, he added—

“we’re not pretending anymore, right?”

you looked at him properly then, the question sitting between you in a way that felt quieter than everything else tonight, but somehow more important.

“no,” you said with certainty.

he nodded once, like that was enough, like he didn’t need anything more than that to understand where this was going.

“good,” he murmured.

you watched him for a second longer, then exhaled lightly, something in your shoulders finally loosening like you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding it there this whole time.

“next time,” you added, a little softer now, “don’t run across the city at three in the morning.”

he smiled, that same quiet, certain kind of smile that had been there all night.

“then don’t call me like that.”

you shook your head, grinning.

“can’t promise that.”

“i know,” he said.

and that was the thing—you didn’t have to promise anything. not tonight. not after this. because somewhere between the noise of the boombox, the quiet of the stairwell, and the way neither of you had walked away—you both realised you were perfect for each other.

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later, when the music had faded and the night had settled back into something still and ordinary, it wouldn’t be the confession either of you remembered most.

it would be the way he came without thinking, the way you let him in without pretending, the way nothing about it was planned, and still… it all fit.

like something that had always been waiting; not loud, not dramatic— just certain.

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☆ final an. guys i’m gen so emotional it’s not even funny 🥹🥹 hyeonyn my babies 😭 idk why but i’m extremely attached to this series especially, maybe bc of the title and bc i love the 1975 or maybe bc their dynamic reminds me of my bf and me or maybe bc they finally kiss and somehow get together on may 24th according to the fic’s timeline which is the day of my bf’s and my (?) 19 months anniversary 🥹💞

and fawkkkk every one of yall who commented and read this fic—those who were there from the day i posted the intro + those of you who joined as the fic progressed—you’re all such fire mooties 🥹💞 your comments and reblogs added YEARS to my life span 😭 ily guys sm 🫶 thank you for being a part of all of this guys 🥹🥹

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❛ 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. ❜ last 😭😭😭😭 chapter 😭😭 ⠀·⠀ proper note at the end 🥹💞 (also this is so random but hbd leo valdez from pjo aka my first ever love and crush 🌀🌀🌀)

❛ 𝓦𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒+𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. ❜ swearing ofc ⠀·⠀ haters getting clocked ⠀·⠀ kissing (FINALLY BRO FAWKKK)

❛ 𝓢𝐂. ❜ 21. + ❛ 𝓦𝐂. ❜ 3.1k

seonghyeon doesn’t think; he just goes. to him, it didn’t matter that it was three in the morning. he grabbed something from james’ room and slipped into the closest shoes he could find—they fit a little wrong, so they were probably martin’s. he didn’t really care.

skipping the wait time for a taxi, he decided to just run to your house. dorm. whatever it was called didn’t matter.

by the time he made it there, you were already pacing in your room with the window open.

“yn!” he called.

you looked at him from above, and almost laughed.

he had a boombox in one hand, while the other clutched his chest.

“you made me run here,” he panted.

“good. you were taking too long,” you replied with a grin.

he motioned to wait as he set up the boombox and lifted it over his head to let you hear the music better: fallingforyou by the 1975 played loudly. you smiled.

you knew the neighbours would have your head tomorrow for all the noise, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

the music crackled slightly through the old speakers, the sound a little too loud, a little too raw, spilling into the quiet street. he stood there beneath your window holding it up like it was the only way he knew how to say anything properly, like words alone had already failed him once and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

you leaned forward against the window frame, resting your elbows on the sill. cold air brushed past you as you looked down at him—really looked this time—and the sight was almost ridiculous in a way that made your chest ache: messy hair from running, shoes that didn’t even belong to him, and that stupidly determined expression like nothing else in the world mattered except the fact that you had told him to come.

“you’re insane,” you called down, though there was no bite to it, only something softer threading through your voice.

“only for you,” he shot back immediately, adjusting his grip on the boombox as the song continued, “but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

the corners of your mouth turned upwards despite yourself, and for a second, neither of you said anything; just let the music fill the space between you, louder than it needed to be, louder than it should be at three in the morning, but somehow still not loud enough to drown out the way your heart raced.

“you were saying something,” he added after a moment, voice not as steady this time, like the run had taken more out of him than he was willing to admit… or maybe it wasn’t the run at all.

you exhaled slowly, like you were trying to gather something that had already slipped out of your control the second you told him to come over, and shook your head slightly.

“i said, i wasn’t saying it over text.”

“good,” he said softer now, lowering the boombox just a little but not enough to turn it off, like he needed the noise as much as you did. “because i wasn’t going to pretend i didn’t understand what you meant.”

his words made you pause, your fingers tightening slightly against the edge of the window frame as you looked at him again, searching for something in his expression that would make this easier, but of course there was nothing easy about him, not when it came to things like this, where everything was obvious and unsaid at the same time, where he showed up without thinking.

“you’re really going to make me say it from up here?” you asked, tilting your head, the hint of a challenge slipping back into your tone like it always did when things got too real.

he didn’t hesitate. “if that’s what it takes.” of course he didn’t.

you let out a quiet laugh under your breath, shaking your head like you should’ve expected that answer, like there had never been a version of him that would back down now that he was already here, standing under your window with borrowed shoes and a boombox like something out of a romcom movie neither of you were supposed to be living in.

“god, you’re annoying,” you said, but there was no weight behind it, nothing sharp enough to push him away.

“yeah,” he smiled, almost like he was matching your tone without realizing it. “you still told me to come.”

you stared at him for a second longer than necessary, like you were committing this moment to memory.

you straightened slightly, pulling back just enough from the window before speaking again.

“wait there.”

“i’ve been waiting,” he frowned.

“just—” you cut yourself off, rolling your eyes at the way he said it. “stay there. i’m coming down.”

without giving him time to argue, you disappeared from the window, the sound of the music still echoing faintly behind you as you moved quickly through your room, heart beating a little too fast for how simple this should’ve been.

by the time you reached the door, your hand hovering over the handle for half a second longer than necessary, you could still hear the song drifting from outside, quieter now but still there, still anchoring the moment in something real.

you opened the door.

the hallway was empty, the building quiet in that late-night or early-morning way that made every small sound feel louder, and you stepped out without overthinking it, moving quickly down the stairs before you could talk yourself out of anything.

he was still there. of course he was.

standing a little closer to the entrance now, boombox lowered but still playing, like he didn’t know whether to follow you or stay put and wait.

he looked up the second the door opened.

you met his gaze for a brief second, and then, because you were you, because you refused to make this bigger than it already was, “are you just going to stand there,” you said, stepping aside and pulling the door open wider, “or are you coming in?”

he blinked once, like he hadn’t expected it to be that simple. the music cut off finally as the song ended.

then, just as quickly, something shifted and he stepped forward without another word, ducking slightly as he walked past you into the building.

you closed the door and had already turned to head back up the stairs before him, not checking if he followed because you didn’t need to. you could hear him behind you anyway.

his footsteps, just a little uneven from the run, fell into pace with yours as you moved up the stairs like this was something you’d done before, like this wasn’t the first time everything had lined up just enough to make sense. halfway up, you slowed just slightly, enough for him to catch up properly.

for a second, neither of you spoke.

“you made me run across the city,” he said quietly. not complaining, just stating it like it meant something. you glanced at him, one corner of your mouth lifting.

“and you still came.”

he didn’t even try to deny it.

“yeah,” he said.

you held his gaze for a second longer than necessary, like you were checking for hesitation, for second thoughts, for anything that might make you pull back, but there was nothing there except him.

so you turned again, continuing up the stairs, aware of him just a step behind you. close enough that you could hear his breathing start to even out. close enough that the quiet between you didn’t feel empty anymore.

by the time you reached your floor, the building felt even quieter than before, like the world had narrowed down to just this hallway, just this moment, just the two of you standing outside your door with something unfinished sitting between you.

you pushed it open, stepping inside first and leaving it open for him.

he followed a second later, hesitating just slightly at the entrance as he slipped off the shoes—definitely not his—and lined them up messily by the door like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with his hands or with himself, now that he wasn’t running anymore.

“you really wore those out?” you asked, glancing down at the shoes.

“they were the closest ones,” he replied, a little defensive, a little amused, running a hand through his already messy hair. “i didn’t think it mattered.”

you hummed softly, turning away from him and moving further into the room, grabbing the edge of your sleeve absentmindedly like you needed something to do with your hands now too.

“it didn’t,” you said. “you still got here.”

he stepped further in, closing the door behind him this time, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in the stillness. for a second, neither of you moved, like crossing that threshold had shifted something you couldn’t undo.

“you were saying something,” he reminded you, softer now, not pushing, just… waiting.

you let out a slow breath, turning back to face him properly, and suddenly the room felt smaller, like the space between you had shrunk without either of you noticing.

“i know,” you said. and then you didn’t say anything else. not right away.

because for all your straightforwardness, for all the times you’d told him to just say things properly… this was different.

“you told me not to say it over text,” he said quietly, taking a small step closer, like he was testing whether you’d move away. “so, say it now.”

you rolled your eyes slightly, more out of habit than anything, but of course there was no real bite to it.

“you first,” you shot back.

he let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, like he should’ve expected that, like this was exactly how it was always going to go with you.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“and you still came,” you replied immediately.

for a second, he just looked at you, like the uncertainty had finally burned out on the run over here and he was left with only what mattered.

“i like you,” he said. no hesitation or build-up. just the truth, standing between you like it had been waiting there the whole time.

your breath caught for half a second, not because you didn’t know, but because hearing it out loud felt different, heavier, and definitely more real than anything.

“yeah,” you said after a beat, quieter now, but just as certain. “i know.”

he narrowed his eyes slightly. “that’s it?”

you tilted your head, watching him, as a smile began to tug on your lips.

“what, you want a speech?”

“i ran here,” he pointed out for the millionth time that night. you stared at him in amusement.

“i like you too,” you said finally. it landed softer than his, but it didn’t need anything more.

for a second, neither of you moved. then, he let out a breath—something like relief slipping through as he shook his head slightly, a small smile breaking through despite everything.

“this whole thing was so unnecessarily complicated.”

“you’re the one who brought a boombox,” you reminded him, shrugging.

“you told me to come over, not how to do it.”

you huffed out a quiet laugh, and the tension finally cracked properly.

before you could think too much about it, you stepped closer. close enough now that the distance between you actually meant something. close enough that you could see the way his expression softened when you did.

“next time,” you said lightly, though your voice didn’t quite match how steady you were trying to sound, “just knock.”

“next time?” he echoed.

instead of answering him, you reached up, brushing your fingers against his sleeve, like you were grounding yourself, like you needed to confirm this was actually happening.

he didn’t move away or joke or deflect anymore. he just stayed there, watching you like you were the only thing he needed to focus on now. and that was what did it.

you closed the remaining distance without overthinking it, pressing your lips to his in a way that wasn’t rushed or hesitant. for half a second, he froze.

then, he leaned in properly, one hand coming up instinctively to steady you, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment without realizing it.

it wasn’t dramatic or perfect, but it was real.

when you pulled back slightly, you could feel him smiling before you even saw it.

“that,” he said softly, a little breathless now for a completely different reason, “was way better than a text.”

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too.

“don’t get used to it.”

“too late,” he replied immediately.

you let out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and disbelief, and stepped back just enough to look at him properly.

for a second, neither of you said anything. not because there was nothing to say, but because there was too much.

he rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, glancing away for the first time since he got here, like he suddenly didn’t know where to put all that certainty he’d had just moments ago, like the adrenaline that got him through running across the city had finally worn off now that he was standing in front of you with nothing left to hide behind.

“you’re not going to laugh, right?” he said quietly, almost cautious in a way you’d never heard from him before.

you frowned slightly, tilting your head.

“why would i—”

he cut you off before you could finish.

“that was my first kiss.”

the words landed somewhere between awkward and honest, like he hadn’t planned to say it out loud but couldn’t not say it either.

you blinked once. twice. and for the first time that entire night, you didn’t have an immediate response ready.

“…oh,” you said, which was probably the least impressive thing you could’ve come up with, but it was all you had in that moment.

he let out a small, nervous laugh at your reaction, like he regretted saying it now but wasn’t going to take it back.

“yeah,” he added, looking back at you briefly before glancing away again. “so if that was, like, bad or something, then just—don’t—”

“hey.” you cut him off this time, stepping forward again before he could spiral into whatever direction he was clearly heading in. “it wasn’t bad.”

he hesitated, searching your face like he was trying to figure out if you meant that or if you were just saying it to make him feel better.

“…yeah?”

“yeah,” you said, a little more firmly this time. “…it was mine too.”

that got his attention immediately.

his head snapped back toward you, eyes widening just slightly, like that was the last thing he expected you to say.

“wait. seriously? i’m your first kiss too?”

you rolled your eyes, but there was something softer underneath it now, something a little more vulnerable than you were used to letting show.

“no, i just said that for fun,” you joked dryly.

he let out a small laugh at that, relief slipping through so clearly it almost made you smile again.

“that’s—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head slightly like he didn’t quite know how to finish that sentence. “i didn’t think—”

“yeah, well,” you cut in, crossing your arms loosely, not defensive, just… grounding yourself again. “you don’t think a lot of things.”

“fair,” he admitted.

another pause settled between you, but this one felt different—lighter. less like something waiting to happen, and more like something you were both slowly getting used to.

he looked at you again, properly this time, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“so… we just did that.”

you glanced at him, unimpressed.

“don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not making it weird!” he defended, even though he absolutely was. “i’m just saying—it was—”

“normal,” you cut in quickly.

he blinked.

“…yeah,” he said after a second. “normal.”

neither of you believed that—not really. but neither of you pushed it either.

instead, you stepped closer again and nudged his arm lightly.

“come on,” you said, turning slightly toward your room. “you didn’t run all the way here just to stand by the door and overthink it now.”

he followed without arguing, like he always did when it came to you, like that part had never been in question. and as he moved past you, just slightly ahead this time, you caught the small smile he was trying—and failing—to hide.

“hey,” he said suddenly, glancing back at you.

“hm?”

“…we did okay, right?”

you looked at him for a second, then reached out and grabbed his sleeve again, pulling him back just enough to close the distance.

“yeah,” you said, quieter now.

and before he could say anything else, you kissed him again. shorter this time—simpler. still just as certain, though.

when you pulled back, you didn’t give him time to react, already turning away like it hadn’t just happened again.

“stop asking stupid questions,” you added.

behind you, you could hear him laugh softly, a little breathless, and completely unguarded.

“yeah,” he said. “okay.”

after a second, he added—

“we’re not pretending anymore, right?”

you looked at him properly then, the question sitting between you in a way that felt quieter than everything else tonight, but somehow more important.

“no,” you said with certainty.

he nodded once, like that was enough, like he didn’t need anything more than that to understand where this was going.

“good,” he murmured.

you watched him for a second longer, then exhaled lightly, something in your shoulders finally loosening like you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding it there this whole time.

“next time,” you added, a little softer now, “don’t run across the city at three in the morning.”

he smiled, that same quiet, certain kind of smile that had been there all night.

“then don’t call me like that.”

you shook your head, grinning.

“can’t promise that.”

“i know,” he said.

and that was the thing—you didn’t have to promise anything. not tonight. not after this. because somewhere between the noise of the boombox, the quiet of the stairwell, and the way neither of you had walked away—you both realised you were perfect for each other.

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later, when the music had faded and the night had settled back into something still and ordinary, it wouldn’t be the confession either of you remembered most.

it would be the way he came without thinking, the way you let him in without pretending, the way nothing about it was planned, and still… it all fit.

like something that had always been waiting; not loud, not dramatic— just certain.

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☆ final an. guys i’m gen so emotional it’s not even funny 🥹🥹 hyeonyn my babies 😭 idk why but i’m extremely attached to this series especially, maybe bc of the title and bc i love the 1975 or maybe bc their dynamic reminds me of my bf and me or maybe bc they finally kiss and somehow get together on may 24th according to the fic’s timeline which is the day of my bf’s and my (?) 19 months anniversary 🥹💞

and fawkkkk every one of yall who commented and read this fic—those who were there from the day i posted the intro + those of you who joined as the fic progressed—you’re all such fire mooties 🥹💞 your comments and reblogs added YEARS to my life span 😭 ily guys sm 🫶 thank you for being a part of all of this guys 🥹🥹

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