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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.
☆
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.
☆ 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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WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS established relationship, fluff, snowball fight, playful teasing.
NOTE this is dedicated to my bby @hyuneskkami because she was feeling down and i hate seeing my mom feel sad ok? ok😁 no i wont say the L word tho..btw im gonna be asleep when this posts so i better wake up to hundreds of messages from you😋thanks!
you were huddled beneath the thick covers, curled into yourself as quiet little snores escaped your lips, completely unaware of the world beyond your bedroom. sleep had wrapped itself around you so deeply that nothing seemed capable of pulling you out of it, not the faint sounds coming from downstairs, not the footsteps echoing through the hallway, and certainly not the occasional cupboard closing a little louder than necessary. the warmth surrounding you felt too comfortable to leave, and every passing minute only seemed to sink you further into your dreams.
meanwhile, james had already been awake for hours, wandering around the house with growing impatience as he waited for you to wake up on your own. he had made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and even intentionally made more noise than usual, hoping the clatter of dishes or the hum of the coffee machine would finally stir you awake, but nothing worked. after standing outside your bedroom for a moment with an amused sigh, he finally decided he had run out of patience.
without a word, he marched over to the bed and yanked the covers completely off you.
the cold hit you instantly.
your entire body tensed as goosebumps spread across your skin, and with a sleepy groan you instinctively curled yourself into a tight ball, trying to preserve what little warmth you had left. your eyes remained stubbornly shut as you hugged your knees closer to your chest.
“james…” you mumbled, your voice rough with sleep. “what are you doing? it’s cold.”
instead of apologizing, he simply grabbed one of the pillows and dropped it onto your face with a dramatic huff. “open your eyes and look out the window.”
before you could complain again, he had already walked out of the room.
you let out a long, exhausted sigh as you pushed the pillow off your face and slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes with both hands while another yawn escaped you. your hair was sticking out in every direction, your brain still struggling to catch up with reality as you blinked away the last traces of sleep. with slow, reluctant movements, you turned your head toward the large window beside your bed.
the moment your eyes landed outside, every ounce of tiredness disappeared.
your mouth slowly fell open because the entire world had transformed overnight.
thick blankets of untouched snow covered the garden, every rooftop wore a layer of sparkling white, and tiny snowflakes continued drifting lazily from the gray morning sky. the trees looked as though they had been dusted with powdered sugar, their branches glistening beneath the soft winter light. everything looked impossibly quiet, peaceful, and magical.
your heart nearly burst.
without thinking, you jumped off the bed and sprinted out of the room, your socks sliding slightly across the wooden floor as you raced downstairs.
“james!” you shouted before you had even reached the kitchen. “it snowed!”
he was standing by the stove plating your breakfast when he looked over at you with the smile he had been waiting to wear all morning. “i tried to wake you up earlier, but you—“ he never got to finish.
a loud, excited squeal escaped your lips as you threw yourself into his arms without warning, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he stumbled back only slightly before laughing, his own arms automatically finding your waist to steady you as you bounced with excitement.
“it snowed!” you practically yelled into his ear. “i haven’t seen snow in years!”
your excitement was so contagious that james couldn’t stop laughing, shaking his head as you continued talking over yourself, barely able to get the words out between happy squeals.
“okay, y/n,” he chuckled, gently easing you back onto your feet while keeping his hands on your sides. “you have to eat first. then get dressed and we’ll go outside and play.”
your eyes lit up even brighter, if that was somehow possible.
you quickly leaned forward and pressed a noisy kiss against his cheek before spinning toward the kitchen counter, grabbing the plate he had prepared and hurrying to the dining table. you barely sat down before you started shoveling food into your mouth, determined to finish as quickly as humanly possible so you could run outside.
james watched from across the room with the fondest smile, resting against the counter as he admired how unbelievably excited you looked over something as simple as snow. there was something about seeing you so openly happy that made every second of trying to wake you this morning completely worth it.
“look up.”
you glanced toward him with your cheeks puffed full of food, still chewing as confusion spread across your face.
before you could ask why, the familiar click of his polaroid camera filled the room.
he grinned immediately, waving the developing photograph in the air before watching the image slowly appear.
“ah, so cute,” he laughed softly, before he walked over and held it out for you to see.
there you were, sitting at the worn brown wooden table with messy morning hair, still wrapped in oversized pajamas as you stared toward the camera with a mouth full of breakfast and wide, sparkling eyes. behind you, the large window perfectly framed the snowy landscape outside, making the entire picture feel warm despite the freezing weather waiting beyond the glass.
you couldn’t stop smiling as you looked at it. “you’re never getting rid of that, are you?” you asked.
james slipped the photograph between his fingers like it was the most valuable thing he owned and smiled. “never.”
the second you finished the last bite of your breakfast, you were already pushing your chair back, completely ignoring the dirty plate you had left behind as you hurried away from the table. james called after you, reminding you to at least bring it to the sink, but his words barely registered because your mind was already somewhere outside, buried beneath fresh snow. you rushed into the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth while practically bouncing in place, then splashed cold water over your face before throwing on the thickest clothes you owned, layering sweaters beneath your coat and pulling on warm socks, boots, gloves, and a knitted scarf that nearly swallowed the lower half of your face.
by the time you came downstairs, james was still sitting on the small bench by the front door, calmly tying the laces of his winter boots as though he had all the time in the world. meanwhile, you were already dressed from head to toe, your hands shoved into your pockets as you bounced impatiently from one foot to the other.
“come on, james, come on!” you whined, practically hopping in place as you stared at him with wide, eager eyes.
he only laughed to himself, deliberately taking even longer as he tightened the final knot before finally standing up. the moment he did, you grabbed onto his sleeve without hesitation and practically dragged him toward the front door before he even had the chance to grab his keys properly.
the cold winter air greeted you the instant you stepped outside, the front door clicking shut behind you with a quiet sound that disappeared beneath the peaceful silence blanketing the neighborhood. everything looked untouched, the fresh layer of snow covering gardens, fences, rooftops, and sidewalks in a soft blanket of white that sparkled beneath the pale morning sun.
you took one slow breath, closing your eyes as the crisp winter air filled your lungs, carrying that familiar scent of snow, pine, and frozen earth that you had missed for years. a peaceful smile spread across your face as you stood there for just a moment, soaking in the quiet beauty surrounding you.
then something cold exploded against the side of your head.
you let out a startled scream as the snowball burst against your temple, sending powdery snow flying into your hair and down the side of your coat. you instinctively ducked and threw your hands over your face, already too late to avoid the attack as bits of snow slid down your neck.
behind you, james doubled over laughing. he laughed so hard he could barely breathe, clutching at his stomach while pointing at the horrified expression on your face, completely unable to stop himself. his laughter echoed through the otherwise silent street until his cheeks turned bright red, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
meanwhile, you simply stood there, covering your face.
james blinked, still chuckling as he slowly straightened himself. “what happened?” he asked between laughs. “did it hurt you? y/n, babe, come on. it’s just snow.”
still laughing, he walked closer, reaching out as though he wanted to brush the snow out of your hair.
that was exactly what you had been waiting for.
the second he stepped within reach, your hands shot forward and grabbed both of his shoulders before giving him one hard shove.
his eyes widened instantly. a high pitched shriek escaped him as his boots lost all grip against the icy pavement, sending him crashing backward into the thick snow with a muffled thump that scattered white powder everywhere.
for one brief second, complete silence settled between you, and then you burst into uncontrollable laughter.
you laughed so hard your knees nearly gave out beneath you, pointing at james as he lay sprawled in the snow with the most offended expression imaginable. he stared up at the cloudy sky in disbelief before slowly turning his head toward you, narrowing his eyes with a grin that immediately made your laughter die in your throat.
“don’t you dare.”
he pushed himself upright without saying another word.
you took one cautious step backward.
he took one forward.
you both held eye contact for exactly one second before you turned around and bolted.
your laughter echoed through the neighborhood as you sprinted down the snowy sidewalk, boots slipping every few steps while james chased after you, shouting empty threats between his own laughter. every sharp turn nearly sent you crashing into the snowbanks lining the road, and more than once you had to flail your arms wildly just to stay upright.
“james, no!” you screamed through your laughter as you nearly slipped again. “leave me alone!”
“no!” his footsteps grew louder behind you with every passing second until you risked one quick glance over your shoulder, only to realize he had almost caught up.
you shrieked and tried to run even faster but it lasted all of three more seconds.
strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind just as your boots slid across a patch of ice, completely stealing your balance. james barely had enough time to laugh before his own feet slipped out from beneath him, and together the two of you toppled sideways into the deep snow.
you landed in a tangled heap, completely unharmed thanks to the thick blanket beneath you.
for few moments, both you remained unmoving before your eyes met and the laughter returned instantly.
it was loud, breathless, and completely uncontrollable as you both lay there half buried in snow, struggling to catch your breath while your stomachs began to ache from laughing so much. every time one of you started calming down, the other would look over and start laughing all over again, until tears streamed down both of your faces and the quiet winter morning became filled with nothing but the sound of your happiness.
after spending far longer outside than either of you had originally planned, your fingers had gone numb despite your gloves, your cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and both of your jackets were dusted with layers of melting snow. somewhere along the way, the two of you had decided to build a snowman, although calling it a snowman felt generous considering its uneven body, crooked stick arms, and the face that somehow looked permanently confused. the carrot nose had fallen off three separate times, one eye sat much higher than the other, and james insisted the oddly shaped lump on top counted as hair. every time you looked at it, you dissolved into another fit of laughter until the ridiculous little creation somehow became your favorite snowman you had ever made.
eventually, the cold became impossible to ignore, and you both hurried back inside, stomping the snow off your boots before peeling away your soaked scarves, gloves, and coats. warmth immediately wrapped around you as the heater hummed softly through the house, making your frozen fingers sting while they slowly warmed back up. james disappeared into the bathroom first for a hot shower while you waited patiently, curling yourself beneath a blanket on the couch and smiling every time you glanced out the window at the snowy yard.
once he finished, you slipped into the bathroom yourself, grateful for the steaming water that immediately chased away every lingering trace of winter from your skin. meanwhile, james wandered into the kitchen with damp hair and comfortable clothes, deciding to make chicken alfredo pasta while you finished getting ready.
when you finally turned the shower off, warm steam still clung to your skin as you wrapped a towel around yourself and carefully cracked open the bathroom door. you poked your head into the hallway first, quietly checking both directions to make sure james wasn’t nearby before making a run for it.
with one hand desperately holding your towel in place, you sprinted across the hardwood floor toward your shared bedroom, your slightly damp feet nearly slipping beneath you more than once before you finally made it safely inside.
after digging through james’s side of the closet like you always did, you pulled on one of his oversized t shirts that nearly reached your thighs along with a pair of loose gray sweatpants that were much too long for you. you rolled the waistband once before leaving the bottoms bunched around your ankles anyway, your wet hair dripping little drops of water onto your shoulders as you wandered back downstairs.
the rich smell of garlic, butter, and parmesan greeted you long before you reached the kitchen.
“smells amazing,” you said as you leaned against the doorway.
james looked over from the stove and smiled to himself before stirring the sauce one last time. “pick out a movie.”
“okay!” you called back happily. you practically threw yourself onto the couch, grabbing the remote before scrolling through movie after movie until your face lit up.
without another second of hesitation, you selected frozen ii. “do i press play?” you shouted toward the kitchen.
“yeah!” james called back. “you know i find the start of movies boring.”
a quiet laugh escaped you as you rolled your eyes to yourself before pressing play.
the familiar music filled the living room as the opening scenes began, and you immediately settled deeper into the couch, already smiling despite knowing practically every scene by heart.
about fifteen minutes later, james finally walked into the living room carrying two steaming plates balanced carefully in his hands. he lowered them onto the coffee table before his eyes wandered toward the television screen.
he stared for a long second, then he sighed dramatically. “seriously? again?”
you looked over at him with complete innocence, shrugging one shoulder. “what? you told me to pick out a movie.”
“it’s not even the first one,” he complained as he sat down. “it’s the second movie.”
“exactly,” you replied with a satisfied nod, as though that somehow explained everything.
he only shook his head, muttering something under his breath while you reached forward to grab your plate.
“just go bring me my coke, boy,” you scoffed dramatically before settling comfortably back against the couch cushions.
james stared at you in disbelief. “unbelievable.” he let out the most exaggerated groan imaginable as he pushed himself back to his feet. “it’s like i’m a maid around here,” he sighed loudly enough to make sure you heard every word.
“you’ll survive.”
he shot you one last offended look before disappearing into the kitchen, though you could already hear him laughing quietly to himself before he even reached the refrigerator.
a few moments later, he returned carrying two cold cans of coke, handing one to you before dropping onto the couch beside you with another theatrical sigh. despite all his complaining, he automatically shifted closer until your shoulders rested comfortably against one another, and without even thinking, you leaned into him as the movie continued playing, both of you digging into your plates while the warm smell of homemade pasta mixed with the cozy sounds of winter quietly lingering outside.
did u watch f1 last night it was so good but kimi really omg took my heart man like hes ma baby 😭 ive been supporting him since he got announced I have his cap that I bought when I was in Italy last yr like thats my goat 😭
did i mention idk anything ab f1 😭 like im so interested in it but idk where to start so im lost bruh 😭
is kimi the one that won sumn in the british gp this year or am i confusing him w someone else 😭
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hi skye... thought you might be the best person to ask this. who in cortis fits “when i was your man” the most + other members as heartbreak “i messed up/can’t move on” yearning songs?
omg it’s only 9 am but you alr made my day 😭💞
oooo okok i think ‘when i was your man’ is very veryyy james and martin coded 🥹 especially the “our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same” is so martin and the “too young, too dumb to realise” is so james 😭 the whole chorus is so martin AND james 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
ok next heartbreak songs 🔥🔥
james—when i was your man ofc & after hours by weeknd & i love you im sorry by gracie (no i wont elaborate)
juhoon—back to december by ts & glimpse of us by joji (<- bro i js feel like juhoon is the kinda ex you never forget ykwim? you look for pieces of him in every guy type beat ykkk)
martin—all i want by kodaline 🥹🥹🥹 (<- likeeee the regret and the angst of breaking up 🔥 it’s just so martin edwards to me) & marvins room by drake too (<- “im just saying you could do better” and “the man u love is a intermediate” LIKEE TELL ME YOU SEE MARTIN SINGING THIS AFTER YOU BREAKUP????)
seonghyeon—jealous by labrinth & liability by lorde (<- make what u will of this)
keonho—always by mac miller (“ur with another guy, it’s fine as long as ur all right and ill be here, cause im always”) & ivy by frank ocean (“we’ll never be those kids again but i could hate u now it’s all good, deep down the feeling still deep down is good”) & infrunami by steve lacy (“god i wish i knew if u still love me too”)
cosmiho's friend is the one sought out after the ppl going to their blog cause cosmiho is gone. And the friend can benefit from it.
ok so i’m just going to delete any other hate related to this topic from the next ask but i just want to clarify: eli mentioned that her friend wants to remain anonymous because they wants to grow on their OWN.
