you reached for your phone, knowing who to call. the line picks up, his voice groggy.

“still up, princess?” jake asks, his bedsheets rustling. you lay on your bed, sighing. “yes. can’t sleep.” you responded, rubbing your eyes.

“i miss you,” you blurted out, tone a bit whiny. “really?” jake asks, his voice still deep—he had just woken up after all. “we just met the other day.” he added.

“that was a week ago.” you whined, rolling on your bed as you looked out the window, your apartment’s high rise view showing seoul’s skyline. “those are seven days, one or more is many, right?” you added, making him laugh.

“does my baby want to see me?” he teased, opening his camera. his hair was messy, his lips forming into a small smirk, seemingly noticing that you had realized he was wearing nothing as the camera showed his bare shoulders.

“you’re naked?!” you asked, surprised, as you sat up with wide eyes. your naive reaction stifled another laugh from jake.

“no, silly, i’m wearing sweatpants.” he removed his duvet to show his grey sweatpants … that almost had no sense of wearing anyway.

“you’re staring.” jake added, focusing the camera back to his face.

“come over, baby.” you placed your phone on your vanity table, showing off your sleepwear. his oversized shirt and nothing else but panties. you stretched in a teasing manner, turning around from the camera to show your underwear that was snugly fitted.

“fuck,” jake breathed out. “i’m on my way, baby.”

“you’re so impatient.” you teased, sitting in your vanity stool, giving him a show as you slowly let the collar slide down your shoulders.

you thanked your past self for being bright enough to cut the neckline to make it bigger and comfier.

sub! hee who begged for you to suck him as he’s in game with his friends while you’re positioned under the desk

sub! hee who accepted your ‘challenge’ to stay quiet as you ride him, only then, will you give him head

“you’d have to work for it, baby,” “i’ll do anything—please.”

sub! hee who bites his lips to contain sounds that’ll escape as his mic isn’t muted yet—after all, the game hasn’t even began when you positioned yourself on top of him

sub! hee who constantly whines every time you move, making sure to tease him by slowly grinding your hips against his

“stay quiet or i’ll stop.” you look into his pleading, doe eyes, your tone stern. “fuck—it feels so good—” he breathes out, eyes almost rolling back. “like it?” seeing him so helpless fuels you more, as you move quicker. but you’re a tease so you stop midway.

sub! hee who you have to shut up by making out while biting his lower lips to give a warning, his whines and little breaths sending vibrations in your lips

“angel—mhm,” “my baby’s so whiny, should i stop?” “n-no, please,”

sub! hee who loves your hands around his neck as you continue to fasten your pace, his moans now uncontrollable

sub! hee who had forgotten about the game and is long gone, completely being afk online. his hands that were on the mouse and keyboard? now on your hips

“‘m gonna cum, can i?—please, angel?” “no, not until i say so.”

sub! hee who’s thighs are shaking from the pleasure as he fights the urge to release inside you

“you’ve been so good for me, baby, hm?” you run your fingers through his hair, guiding his head to the side as you leave more marks on his neck. “fuck—can i—“ “go ahead darling, you’ve been so good.”

sub! hee who fills you up with so much cum it leaks out, you’d be able to feel it hitting your uterus

you were walking with ni-ki and rei, just finished from eating during your class break. you were hurriedly walking, not wanting to be late. you were the class president, after all.

“what time is it?” you looked back at ni-ki, who was quick to check his wrist watch.

“9:30.” he calmly replied, placing his hands back on his pockets. your legs unconsciously walked faster.

“holy crap—are those flowers and chocolates on your desk?!” rei gasped, her hands on her mouth to muffle her excited squeal.

“what about it?” you calmly replied.

“what do you mean ‘what about it’?!” rei whined. “it’s white day!” she added, her brows raising in disappointment.

you were never the one to pay attention to any romantic gestures, never ever giving any actions any meanings. never interested in love in general. you were way too goal-driven, and … dense. very dense.

ni-ki, standing behind you and rei, immediately peeked at your desk, his eyes scanning whatever was in your table. for the first time, he felt challenged. he didn’t know why, but he did.

the idea of you laughing with some other guy who didn’t know anything about you before dating—no ideas about how you scream your heart out on karaoke nights, how you tear up whenever you see animals on the street, the way your left shoulder aches whenever you place your bag there for way too long.

“it’s white day,” you calmly repeated rei’s words, walking in the room—ignoring every eyes that felt like they were burning a hole in your head.

white day. a day where men would give flowers, chocolates, accessories, and what not to people they like. maybe even ask them out.

then, a note sticked on the bouquet of white tulips and forget-me-nots caught your attention, and before you knew it, your hands reached out to peel it to take a closer look.

‘i admire you. please go out with me? — ⭐️’

too vague for your liking. and ‘star’? who the hell is that? your brows furrowed, confused from the sudden confession.

your eyes caught a glimpse of your senior, yushi. he waved, a polite smile on his lips, making you mirror the gesture and the smile itself. you were about to head out to the hallways to talk to him about upcoming activities for class presidents.

but before you can even walk outside the door, a pat on your shoulders took you out of your thoughts. it was ni-ki, who was sitting behind you.

“hm?” you looked up to meet his gaze, your brows raising as a wide line smile formed on your lips.

only ni-ki and rei were able to see the real you, behind the cold and calculated class president image. because before that, they already knew the you who was full of life, radiating warmth, brighter than stars and the sun itself.

“you busy later?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral to hide the fact that his ears are burning red.

“i’m not sure—white day means school extracurriculars for us,” you shrugged. “you know, student leaders.” you added with a sigh. “aren’t you going out on a date?” you crossed your arms, raising your brows as if you were interrogating him.

“no,” he replied shortly. way too short for the ni-ki you’ve known. “i’ll wait for you then.” he added, before settling back down in his seat. your head unconsciously nodded, before heading out the hallway where everyone in the class saw how you interacted with your senior due to the big windows in your classroom.

“yushi!” you called out, your cold demeanor turning warm as your lips parted, panting.

he looked back, cheeks red as he had realized you called him using the first name basis outside, with no suffixes to show seniority. realizing what you’ve just done, your cheeks also had flushed.

“sorry about that,” you muttered, walking towards his direction as you shyly scratched your head. “i wanted to ask if … we have any extracurriculars later, since, you know—it’s white day.” you added, unconsciously swaying your body in a circular motion like a kid.

it made yushi stifle out a small laugh, patting your head. it made your face flush more, making you look like a tomato. you were never one to show emotions or closeness towards other people, specially seniors, as it may look bad from an outsider’s gaze.

“nope—no activities to keep you from your date.” he shook his head no, his hands still resting on top of your head.

“o—okay,” you blurted out almost instantly. it hadn’t gone unnoticed by yushi as he laughed once more, handing you a cold drink—a milk in a bottle, fresh from the vending machine in the hallways. you then stared at the packaging, a small star drawn on it.

now, everything made sense. your eyes widened as you thanked him, accepting the milk with two hands. before he could even open his lips, you beat him to it.

“well, that’s all that i needed to ask—bye!” you hurriedly retreated back to your classroom, cooling your warm cheeks with the cold milk bottle, trying to calm yourself down.

ni-ki saw everything unfold, his fists tightening its’ grip on his pen and paper. the scenario replayed in his mind for on and on until the class bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day.

the bells echoing through the long hallways snapped him out of the daze that left him distracted: an imagery of you dating yushi.

he shouldn’t be thinking about it. nor having a problem with it. but something inside him felt unsettled, seeing how carefree you were with a senior he barely knows.

“i’m heading out first! i have a date.” rei winked at you, waving goodbye as she fixed her bangs through her phone as a mirror.

“y/n,” ni-ki’s voice echoed throughout the room, a pitch deeper than what you were used to hearing everyday. you turned your head to him, hands midway into stuffing everything you’ve received into your bag.

“mind accompanying me to the nearby vintage pop-up store?” he asks in a nonchalant manner, hands in his pocket as his black shoulder bag slung comfortably in his torso.

you didn’t have any plans, so you agreed.

“i might buy some things too.” you smiled, nodding.

“i can help you with those if you want.” he offered, pointing at the stacked gifts in your desk as you flashed him a smile.

“you know me so well.” you giggled, playfully ruffling his hair and covering his mouth, his protests turning into muffled nonsense.

ni-ki had finally managed to get your grip off of him, as he clicked his tongue playfully.

he then reached for the things that weren’t able to fit in your bag as he held it with his hands, his stare could burn the gifts but you chose not to point it out.

maybe he’s just … tired.

the two of you casually talked about the vintage pop-up store you were headed to, excited about the items to be found there.

it was a quick walk from the campus, only about seven minutes away. you hurriedly entered the premises as ni-ki held the door open for you.

“thanks!” you gave him an excited smile as you ran towards the corner full of vivienne westwood.

he could only smile back, nodding as he watched you run like a kid off to a distance.

noticing the clerk in charge of the store, he walked towards the counter.

“you guys have space back there?” he asks, pulling out his earphones as the clerk nodded, continuing to chew his gum.

“can you,” he paused, placing all of the gifts you’ve received in front of the clerk. “hold these out for me?” the clerks’ eyes widened, and then stifled a laugh before nodded and muttering a ‘sure’ before picking the gifts up, including the bouquet that had a sticky note in it and heading towards the back. he was sure they didn’t belong to ni-ki, but to you.

and he was able to figure things out—way before you, or ni-ki did.

ni-ki felt his shoulders relax after that, as he looked back at your direction: with you still fixated on a vivienne westwood coat.

he then headed towards the chrome hearts corner, a matching ring catching his attention. he immediately picked up the pair before anyone else could, as he continued to browse.

he headed back to the counter, the clerk giving him a smile seeing how much he had on hand. “can i leave these here? i’m just gonna buy something outside.” he placed his items, and handed the clerk a card to process the payment. once he retrieved his card, he left for a while.

he hurried outside, eyeing the store the both of you had passed together when walking towards the vintage store. he quickly made a stop, grabbing one thing he was sure you liked.

“can you add a note?” he asked the middle aged woman, who was probably the owner of the store as she nodded. “can you uh,” he felt his cheeks turn warm, as he felt himself having a hard time speaking out what he wanted written for the note.

“can you please write ‘you’re better with me’.” he breathed out, the older lady laughing as she wrote it into the card.

“hope it goes well.” she tapped ni-ki’s shoulders, as ni-ki handed him the payment before thanking her and leaving to scurry back inside the store where you were.

you were already making your way towards the corner, the vivienne westwood coat on hand as you processed your purchase while making small talk to the clerk who had also kept your white day gifts away.

you were stashing your wallet back in your bag when ni-ki got the chance to grab his own purchases, stuffing his flower for you inside the paper bag.

“shall we head out?” you almost jumped, surprised by ni-ki’s deep voice after an hour of not hearing it.

“i think yes.” you nod with a smile, flexing the paper bag that kept your coat. your first ever vivienne westwood coat.

he held the door open for you as he dragged you towards a baskin robbins.

“my treat.” he nonchalantly said, looking back at you as he opened the door once more, letting you get inside first.

“you sit there—i’m guessing you’re ordering cookie dough once more?” he laughed, placing his bags on the table in front of you.

“you know me.” you winked at him, pointing a finger at his direction as you sat comfortably in the cushioned booth seat.

while waiting for him, you plugged your earphones in to pass time, scrolling through your socials as a song blasted through your earphones. ‘dirty little secret’ by the all american rejects.

funny how it resembled your struggles with keeping a picture perfect, yet stone cold image to keep students from your class in line when you’re way far from that.

“who knew you still listened to that?” ni-ki joked, appearing in front of you with two baskin robbins cups on hand.

he placed your cookie dough ice cream in front of you as he sat beside you, unlike before, he had always sat across you.

“thanks,” you flashed him a smile, before clinking your cups together. “wait! let’s take a photo!” you excitedly placed the shopping bags on the background as your ice cream cups sat in front perfectly, with ni-ki’s phone and wallet peeking on the side.

“there!” you clasped your hands in a satisfied manner, making ni-ki laugh.

not even a minute after everything, he turned quiet as you two ate your own servings.

“you good?” you asked him, the little spoon still lodged in between your mouth.

ni-ki wasn’t answering, making you furrow your brows. he wasn’t this quiet whenever the three of you went outside to hangout. everything about him today was weird.

“wait—where’d you place the white day gifts?” you panicked, wanting to read the letters.

“i placed them somewhere safe.” he replied vaguely. “you’re thinking about actually going?” ni-ki adds, his brows furrowing as his face painted something you’ve never seen before.

“huh? where?” you tilted your head to the side, your brows mirroring his as they also knitted together.

“with him.” ni-ki clarified. “yushi.” he added, making your eyes open wide with shock.

“it’s white day.” ni-ki explained, both frustrated and helpless, making you snicker. “what else do you think he’s asking you for?”

“i didn’t even respond yet! let alone read what was written in those letters!” you protested, taking a small bite from the ice cream.

“you know what,” he paused, standing up to grab something from his paper bag.

a creative mix of every pretty white flowers arranged in a gold bouquet.

you froze. you didn’t know what to do.

not because you didn’t like it.

but because you did.

it was way different from seeing the stacked gifts in your desk earlier. all you saw were papers in your table, flowers, chocolates—none of them held meaning.

but this, a bouquet of white flowers from ni-ki. it felt different.

something inside you was feeling warm, like the sun today—like the flowers that bloom during spring.

“stop thinking about them—you’re better with me anyway.” he muttered, handing you the flowers. “be my white day forever.” you looked at the flower, on top sat a chrome hearts ring. “i don’t want someone else learning all the things i already know about you.”

the air thickened with tension, and it was silent—except from the noise from other people around you that continued to play, as your world stopped.

you stare into the flowers, carefully. appreciating and taking in every detail of it.

“forget it.” ni-ki pulled back the flowers, his tone disappointed … and heart broken.

his shoulders dropped and the corners of his lips flattened. ni-ki looked away before you could read his expression. he laughed once—quietly, without humor.

“that’s why you’ve been acting weird!” you clasped your hands in your mouth as the realization dawned on you.

silence. once more.

then, you laughed heartily—something you hadn’t had the chance to do for a while now. in a flustered manner as everything clicked inside your thoughts, you pulled him to a tight yet comforting hug as you tugged his sleeves, keeping him close to not let him walk away.

“i don’t think i need to know what they wrote.” you replied, leaning your eyes into the crook of ni-ki’s neck. it fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

maybe, the stone cold class president wasn’t so icy after all.