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SUMMARY: Lee Minho has a small group of people that he likes. He doesn't need anyone else. Then enter you, Han’s new project partner. He didn’t see you often at first, only occasionally when you would drop off drinks to Han. Then he's seeing you everywhere and he hates it. At least that what he tries to tell himself.
Note: As always if you saw any spelling or grammar mistakes no you didn't :)
TAGLIST: CLOSED
SCREENSHOTS: 13
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"I think I'm going to vomit" you repeat for the thousandth time that hour.
"I promise nothing bad is going to happen. If anyone acts up I will personally make their life miserable." K repeats back.
The two of you have gone this same conversation many times since you arrived earlier that morning.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Hey you don't have to apologize I just don't want you to ruin your night before it gets started. I really do have a good feeling about this. And you know me, when it comes to you I always err on the side of caution."
You laugh because thats the understatement of the century.
"Let's try to relax. Maki and Jo will be here soon and then in like hour Jisung and his friends will be here. Everyone is going to get along and who knows what might happen."
As if he spoke them into existence a knock followed by two voices that you adore interrupt your spiral.
"Have no fear because Maki has arrived!"
"Those words actually bring more fear to me." Jo laughs next to him. When he sees you he comes up immediately and engulfs you in his arms.
"Look Maki you brought her to tears!" Jo exclaims and makes you laugh. You let out a shaky breath and trust that these three are gonna have your back.
Time flies and before you know it there's another knock on the door. Your posture immediately straightens as you feel your heart pick up speed. K goes to answer and let in the group. Some familiar faces and one you haven't seen before.
"We come bearing snacks!" Jisung says triumphently while pointing to Minho and Seungmin who're holding all the bags.
"Hello party people! How are we feeling now that we're halfway through this semester?" Maki is loud and between him and Jisung bouncing off each other the groups merge together easily. You've never been so thankful for his outgoing personality as you are in this moment.
Mini groups form and different conversations flow between everyone. Seungmin, Jeongin, and Jo are together talking who knows what.
Maki and Jisung are huddled together looking toward you every few minutes. You fear they're scheming but have bigger things to worry about.
K is talking to Minho and you choose to ignore that since K has promised to be nice.
You notice the new face entering from the kitchen fresh drink in hand. You walk towards him figuring the best way to ignore the concerning conversations happening around you is to engage in one yourself.
"Hey, Felix right?"
"Yeah, you must be y/n. I've heard a lot about you."
"That's terrifying."
"Only good things I promise. I heard you're a music major like Sungie"
"Yeah we're actually working on a project together. That's how I met everyone. What're you studying?"
"I wish something as interesting as this group but I'm actually studying business and marketing."
"Ahhh I would not have guessed that. Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's not the most intereting right now but when I think about how it could apply to my future I get excited." He looks off to the side and when you follow his gaze you see Minho looking back at you. His gaze quickly goes back to K with a tense look on his face.
You turn your attention back to Felix and continue talking for a while. Sharing stories about college and what it's like going to a different school than your other friends. You even get him to share some childhood stories of Minho that you will definitely be teasing him about later.
While you're reigning in your laughter Felix's attention is again stolen by something behind you. He exhales and says "I don't know what you did but he seems lighter."
"I doubt I'm related. Honestly, I probably led to a bunch of stress for him." You proceed to ramble quickly trying to explain the complicated situation. Felix can't help but laugh as you recount the tasks you put his brother through.
"I think that's exactly why he seems happier." He pauses for a moment before continuing "I like to think that I know Min pretty well. I know he's worried about getting to take over after dad and still keeping dancing in his life. Right now though I don't see the weight of that on his shoulders. I see him just breathing. I think a lot of that has to do with you." He walks away before you get a chance to respond and joins K and Minho's conversation.
"Everyone I have the best idea!" Jisung's voice rings through the room.
"Jisung last time you said that we lost Innie for two hours" Seungmin pipes in and Jeongin crosses his arms while nodding his head.
"Hey that was not my fault! How was I to know he's directionally challenged." Jisung defends himself
"Dude I followed your directions?!"
"Irrelevant! I think we should play a drinking game while watching an old drama. Like we take a shot everytime the lead gets slapped or for every fake out kiss or every slow motion fall."
Maki joins in "Yes I agree! We have the rest of the weekend to recover so let's drink and have fun tonight!"
"One small problem with that," K chimes in "I don't have enough alcohol here for everyone."
"I can make a run and get more." Minho says and it's one of the first times you've heard him speak. Your body relaxes to the voice which you're not going to look into.
"Perfect y/n can join you." Maki chimes in
"Wait why am I getting thrown into this?"
"Because it's K's house so he shouldn't leave what if something happens. You're the next oldest so the responsibility falls to you. You know what we would all want to drink so both groups are taken care of" Maki says as if it's the most logical thing in the world. Despite his words you're sure there's more to it.
"I would argue but I am actually nervous to leave AND Jisung in my house unsupervised."
"Ok fine but I still think someone else could go."
You turn to Minho and see him putting his shoes back on. It looks like he's smiling but it could be the shadows since he's looking down. You sense someone walking up behind you and know it's K before you turn.
"Hey it'll be fine, actually I think this is a good thing. Just remember, 20 seconds of courage is all you need." He basically whispers so only you can hear him.
"It's what I'll have to deal with after the twenty seconds that makes me nervous." You whisper back
"It's up to you but I think you should go for it. I've seen him watching you since he got here. It's pretty funny seeing him trying to act nonchalant while hearing you laugh at what Felix said."
"Really?"
"Trust me y/n you know I would never put you in a bad situation. Think about it at least. I don't want you to regret not putting yourself out there."
"Y/n you ready?" Maki shouts out from the doorway. Well it's now or never, you give one final glance to K who gives a double thumbs up. You don't stifle the laugh it brings before giving your attention to the other boys.
"Yeah lets go. I've got to prove I'm no longer the lightweight of the group."
The walk to the corner store was mostly silent but thankfully not suffocating. Occasionally talking about classes or making jokes about your son. It's light and easy. Something you don't have with many.
It's not until the walk back, bags in hand and laughter filling the air around you, that K's words echo in your head. Steps slowing you look at the man next to you. When he notices your not right next to him anymore he stops too. Turning his eyes flicker across you trying to gauge what happened.
"Y/n?"
Twenty seconds. You can be brave for twenty seconds.
"Are you ok?"
After everything that's happened you don't think he'll react badly. If he doesn't feel the same he wouldn't make a big deal of it. You can walk quietly back to K's and spend the rest of the night by his side. But if he does feel the same…
He's closes most of the distance between you and sets the bags down. Looking you over for any clues to deduce what's wrong. When his eyes meet yours again he stops, deep brown eyes widening searching for answers.
"What's wrong?" He whispers and it sends chills through you.
"I think I like you…"
His breathing stills, it's subtle and you probably wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't so close. His eyes blink rapidly while he takes in what you said. His reaction is adorable and it hits you just how fond of him you are.
Despite the silence only lasting a couple seconds it feels so much longer and your skin itches with the need to fill it.
"I know that's not great for you since you're already so stressed and busy but I needed you to know."
"I think I like you too" He cuts in and preemptively stops your rambling.
"What?"
"I like you" He repeats
"But you've talked this entire time about needing to focus and not having time for your current friends let alone a new one. Hell you didn't even want to be my friend because you didn't have time."
"That's initially true and definitely not one of my finer moments." He laughs as he brings a hand to rub from his collar bone to the back of his neck. "Priorities change though. I used to think about dancing all the time. Its what got me up in the morning and through my day. Doing everything I could to avoid thinking about having to move back home.
Now though… I find myself thinking about you. Wondering if you've eaten a proper meal or just shoved your face in a book and forgotten foods a necessity. I have to force myself not to show up at Maxident to see if you're working. When Jisung says he's going to study with you I shove aside my jealousy that he gets to see you and I don't."
"You like me?"
"I like you so much it scares me."
You take the final step forward to completely close the distance and wrap your arms around his neck. His body tenses at first but quickly relaxes as he melts into your touch, bringing his arms to your torso and pulling you closer.
It's in his touch that you finally let the nerves that have been eating at you all day leave.
You're not sure how long you hold each other before he speaks up. "We should probably get back before they send a search party. I think I'm still digging my way out of the hole with K."
His eyes glaze over as he says this and shivers at the thought. He bends down to pick the stuff back up while his other hand grabs yours.
The walk back is filled with shared glances and laughter.
"Ha I told you now pay up!" Jo shouts as he points at Seungmin who is grumbling while pulling out his wallet.
"Y/n I was counting on you! How could you do this to me!"
The interaction between Jo and Seungmin confuses you until you feel Minho's hand let go of yours. Quickly heading to the kitchen to drop off the drinks and give yourself a buffer between you and your friends.
"So I take it things went ok." You knew it was coming. turning on your heels and leaning against the counter you look at K and try to suppress your smile.
"Yeah, I took your advice and things went really well."
"Good, but know that I will not hesitate to make his life miserable if he messes this up. I can hold a grudge." Shaking your head at his reaction you start mixing drinks for everyone.
After a minute Minho joins the two of you. Stopping for a second when he sees K next to you. It doesn't deter him much because he finishes his journey and stands next to you to make drinks for his friends.
You look to him and match the smile he's giving you.
"Well this is gross so I'm going to go anywhere else" K says as he walks out.
The rest of the night is easy. Now that you're not plagued with nerves you can enjoy the movies and ease of drinking and talking with friends. Minho doesn't leave your side the rest of the night and others take note of it. Making playful comments, most of them towards Minho, and Jo continues sending you knowing looks. While he won't bring it up tonight you know he will be interrogating you later.
At one point you see Jisung and Maki giving each other a fist bump. Choosing to ignore it and let them have their secrets.
Seungmin is the first to speak as the night is coming to an end. "This has been fun but I'm going to get this boy home while he's awake enough to walk." He's pulling Jeongin to his feet much to the boys displeasure.
"No carry me!" He whines. The interaction between them is cute and despite the complaining coming from Seungmin you can tell he's equally as charmed.
Jisung, Maki, and Jo start getting ready to leave too. They're picking up some of the mess and you move to help them.
"Can I walk you home?" Minho's voice is soft, it's a tone you haven't heard before but you think you'll be hearing it more often.
"Oh actually I was planning on staying here tonight. K and I have plans tomorrow so I didn't see a reason to leave just to come back in the morning.
His face is disappointed but he masks it quickly "Ok then. I guess I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah message me when you get back."
"Don't worry y/n…" Felix comes up behind you and drapes one arm around you and the other reaches towards Minho. "I'll take good care of him on our journey back."
Minhos eyes are locked to where his brother is touching you. You can almost hear him rationalizing not causing harm to him.
"Alright let's head out Felix." His desire for Felix to be away from you winning out. Felix moves away to follow Minho to the door.
"Felix can I actually talk to you for a second?" Shocked to be called back he stumbles over his feet when turning back. Minho gives you a questioning look and you reassure him with a smile.
"Uh yeah."
You walk with him away from the group for some privacy "I don't want to overstep or anything so forgive me if I do. I feel like we were in a similar situation. Someone very smart, although I will never admit that to him, told me something and I think it could help you too." Felix's brows furrow in confusion likely trying to figure out where this is going. "Twenty seconds of courage can change a lot. I don't know what you're holding back but I think you should express your wants. If I'm wrong please ignore this but I can see the desire for something in your eyes. I think you deserve whatever it is you want. So be brave for twenty seconds and fight for it." You bring your fists up to emphasize the point.
His eyes sparkle when tears well up and he pulls you into a hug. "Thanks y/n"
When the two of you return to the group the room is cleaned and only Minho is left waiting by the door. "ready?" he asks when he notices the two of you walking up to him. "I'll text you." He says before leading his brother out of the house.
You quickly get ready for bed and as you're laying down thinking about how the day went you no longer bother fighting the smile etching itself on your face.
SUMMARY: Roped into taking his niece to her horse lessons Jeongin feels like a fish out of water. Between choking on dust and avoiding weird stains on the ground he's sure this was a mistake. Somewhere along the way he finds this place might have more to offer than meets the eye.
Note: As always please ignore any mistakes. If you saw them no you did not 🙂↔️ I am doing these for a silly goofy time and they're not meant to be taken seriously.
No matter how hard he tried to forget about the stable he wasn't able to. It was all U Yeong was talking about. Every night at dinner she would talk about a different contesting event and how it might be the first one she starts learning. Doing her due diligence to list out the pros and cons of each one.
It was honestly sweet how animated she got when talking about it. She was in the middle of talking about flags and how it seemed hard but something about the challenge was calling her. She'd even drawn out the patterns so he had a reference when she mentioned them.
Eventually though his mind would go from listening to U Yeong talking to thinking about your eyes. It should be embarrassing how often he thought back to you standing there trying to bargain with your horse. It was adorable and made him feel like he was missing something about being at the barn.
"Uncle Jeongin are you going to actually stay for my lesson this time?" His attention back on his niece, she sat there with her arms crossed trying her best to maintain her scowl. All it did was make her look even cuter. Her cheeks puffed out begging to be squeezed.
Bringing his hand to his chest in mock offense, "of course I'll stay for the lesson. Nothing will distract me from finding out what you're gonna learn. The anticipation alone has me on the edge of my seat"
He clearly laid things on too thick if her unamused look is anything to go by. She goes back to eating and talking about the things she's excited to learn. Meanwhile he worried that there was in fact one thing that could distract him.
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Because Jeongin is a weak man he is indeed back in this dusty arena. How can he not be when his best girl asked him to stay? It's worth it. The trainer chose barrels and U Yeong was ecstatic! It was a classic for a reason. She was only walking the pattern now, learning the technique before adding any speed.
U Yeong is adorable though. He's never seen her more focused. Nodding along when told to hold the reigns in a different spot, using all her might to move the horse in the direction she wants, and not paying any attention to him.
In her last lesson she would look in his direction making sure he was there. At least that's what he thought at first. Now he thinks it was more for reassurance. She seemed more unsure last time. Now though, she seems completely in her element.
She's more relaxed and he gets the appeal a bit more now. He would sit in as many dusty arenas as he had to. Especially if it meant he got to keeping seeing her confidence growing.
Time passes and he's done a great job at keeping a certain woman. That is until U Yeong is helping untack her horse and cool her off. Jeongin is walking outside to wait out of the way—and to get away from the never ending dust—when he hears music.
His attention is drawn to the outdoor arena, why U Yeong couldn't do her lessons here he doesn't know, when there he sees… well he isn't quite sure what he sees.
It's a person dressed in a full body unicorn costume? Prancing around the horse as one would if they were in a ballet routine. Arms moving, making various shapes in the air, but never directly toward the horse. Although it doesn't seem that the horse really minds much.
The more the horse shows no signs of disturbance the closer the person gets. Grabbing a stick like thing off the ground and using that to orchestrate the music.
The horse and unicorn pair now walk around the arena with the unicorn jolting and stopping every few steps. Meanwhile the horse is acting like this is just another Tuesday. Which it could be what would he know?
"What are you smiling at?" U Yeong materializes next to him. He nearly jumps out of his skin and instead of sympathy she doubles over in laughter. "Uncle Jeongin I've never been able to sneak up on you. Now I HAVE to know what you're looking at." She starts hopping to get a better view around him.
"You're watching y/n! I love when she works with desensitizing horses!" Before he can process what that means U Yeong is around him and running to the gate to watch.
He turns to follow, not wanting her out of his sight. This time when he looks the person has emerged from the unicorn suit and his breath gets caught in his throat.
He recognizes you right away, he only spent every day thinking about you. He forces himself to keep walking, "Yeongie we should head out. You need food and I need to get some work done."
"Just a second I wanna watch! Please!" Because he is a weak weak man he gives in immediately. He can't bring himself to feel upset about it though when she's basically vibrating with excitement. Swaying from one foot to the other she gasps in awe.
Her eyes widen and back straightens. Her gaze zipping back and forth between him and the arena. He looks over to see why. Needing to analyze the threat before it can hurt her.
"Oh god" Now fully emerged from the unicorn costume—currently laying across the horse. She's walking towards them. Surely it would be too awkward if he grabs U Yeong and walks away. He's trapped.
"Hi" her voice is soft, having an almost silky quality. Her focus is on U Yeong and he's grateful for that. His face feels warm so he can only imagine how red it must be.
"Hi, I like your horse." U Yeong squeaks out. "I just started learning but I really like it so far.""Thank you! It's a lot of work but I definitely think it's worth it. Especially if you have support from your parents." As if prompted by her words her eyes turn to him. There is a slight tilt to her head and her eyes narrow slightly, like she's trying to recall something. It must not be too important because she focused back on U Yeong quickly. "Do you want to pet her?" She looks back up to him immediately trying to assure it's safe, "She's nice and if you couldn't tell from my antics very calm. We use her sometimes for children when they're riding around the trails."
Jeongin looks down to his niece and knows that this day can go one of two ways for him. "That sounds nice, just for a couple minutes though. We don't have a lot of time."
"EEEH YAY thank you Uncle Jeongin!!" She's quick to duck under the railing and properly introduces herself. Easily falling beside y/n and listens to her instructions.
If he didn't know better Jeongin would think he was going into cardiac arrest. His heart is beating rapidly… He cannot have a crush on this girl he JUST met. Jeongin get a hold of yourself.
But then he looks at U Yeong laughing as the horse takes a treat out of her hand. And y/n is leaning down helping her and laughing too.
Summary: It's the start of a new college semester. Stressful as usual. Until you partner up with the cute nerd in your class.
Ssc: 5
Note: Part 2 is outtt!! Honestly idk how many parts of this I’m gonna make.. I’m thinking maybe 2 more parts? Who knows LOL. (probably gonna edit the format a little when I get home from work 😛)
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Throughout the rest of the week, you and Jisung didn't speak much, aside from him sending a meme here and there. Soon enough, Tuesday morning came. You woke up disgustingly early to get ready. deciding to put a little more effort into your appearance for no particular reason. At least, that's what you told yourself.
You put on the simple, yet flattering outfit you picked out the night before. Putting on a little makeup, just enough to enhance your features. You lifted your backpack over your shoulder and made your way out of the dorm.
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You walked into the cafe, looking around to see if Jisung already made it. You find him sitting alone at a corner booth. You slightly smile to yourself as you make your way over. You slide into the other side of the booth, chuckling as his eyes flicker with panic for a moment before recognizing you. He slides his headphones off his ears and onto his neck, giving you a ridiculously cute and dorky smile.
“Hey”
“Hi, hope you werent waiting too long for me”
“Not at all! I just got here like.. a few minutes ago." You could see him fiddling with his hands under the table, his knee bouncing.
“Thats a relief, then. Wanna order something first before we get started? Brain food or whatever they call it.”
“Yeah! Yeah, that sounds good.”
You both stand up, him fumbling a little to get out of the booth. You don’t comment on it, just waiting patiently before walking up to the order line with him. He rocks on the balls of his feet as he waits, reading the menu signs. You force your eyes away and onto the menu, even though you already know whats there.
You step up to order, going first in case Jisung needed more time. After you finish, you let him order, stepping to the side. You go to pay, grabbing your wallet. As you look up, you see he already has his card in hand, sliding it into the card reader.
“You didn’t have to pay.. I suggested coming here in the first place” You said with a small smile, grateful nonetheless.
He waved you off, “Nah, my treat.”
You crossed your arms loosely. "Fine, but I'm paying for the next study session."
He chuckled as he slid his card back into his wallet, his eyes meeting yours with a smile. "Sure, we'll see about that."
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You slide back into the booth with your drink in one hand, a small pastry in the other. Gently placing them on the table as you moved to your backpack beside you, grabbing your laptop and notebook.
Jisung makes a small startled noise, setting his snack and drink down on the table with a little more force than necessary. He grabbed his own bag, pulling out his laptop and a notebook that looked a little bit.. worse for wear.
You raised your eyebrow at him.
"Why's your notebook all crumbled up like that?"
The tips of Jisung's ears grew red as he looked down at his notebook in his hands, as if he was just now realizing the bent corner and the nearly torn-off cover.
"I... don't know."
"You don't know..?" You repeated, taking a sip of your drink.
He shrugged as he set it down on the table. "I never really noticed it?"
You looked a little astonished. "How could you not notice it?"
"I dunno! When I'm taking notes im not thinking "wow, this paper is so nice and flat and not wrinkled at all," I'm thinking about literally anything else."
You shrugged, understanding his point. "Alright, yeah. You got me there."
From then on, the transition into talking and studying felt seamless. It barely even felt like working on schoolwork with Jisung there. Butting in with a comment here and there when things got too serious and quiet.
An hour and a half later, you had the first step of the project complete. You both did your own analyses of the song through annotations. You sighed as you slid down a little in the booth, closing your eyes.
Jisung's eyes followed you, the way your hair framed your face as you slid lower into the booth. The way the sigh left your lips. He forced them back onto his sheet and chuckled.
"Hey were like, halfway done now. Don't die yet."
You sat back up, meeting his eyes.
"I'm not dying, I wasn't that dramatic." Your eyes glanced at your laptop screen, noticing the time.
"Ah, I have a class in an hour.. Probably shouldn't get started on the next part until we can finish it in one sitting." You said, even surprising yourself with the small bit of disappointment in your voice.
Jisung smiled, but you could sense the same small disappointment in him. "Yeah, gotta be able to lock in, right? You said you're free, uhmm.. Wednesday and Friday afternoons?"
You nodded as you packed up your things
"Would you wanna meet up Friday afternoon? We could probably finish it a week early if you do.. If not thats cool too. We can just meet up next Tuesday since this is due like next Friday or something, but I was just hoping-"
You cut him off. "Friday sounds good, this place closes pretty early in the afternoon, though, so we'd have to find a new spot."
He throws his belongings in his backpack haphazardly as he lets out a breathy laugh. Figured out how the notebook got like that.
"Oh, don't worry about that, I can figure that out."
"Alright, if that's not too much trouble."
"Not at all, leave it to me." He says with a smile, standing up from the booth with his backpack. You stand up as well, grabbing your bag.
"See you Friday, Jisung." You returned his smile, feeling your heart flutter strangely at the way his seemed to grow.
"Yeah, see you then." You waved goodbye as you walked off and out of the cafe, making your way back to campus for your next lecture.
Jisung lets out a sigh as you round the corner outside the cafe. He goes back to the corner booth, sliding down in his seat with a dramatic, dreamy sigh. He straightens himself, pulling out his phone and typing fast.
Summary: It's the start of a new college semester. Stressful as usual. Until you partner up with the cute nerd in your class.
Ssc: 5
Note: Part 2 is outtt!! Honestly idk how many parts of this I’m gonna make.. I’m thinking maybe 2 more parts? Who knows, LOL.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Throughout the rest of the week, you and Jisung didn't speak much, aside from him sending a meme here and there. Soon enough, Tuesday morning came. You woke up disgustingly early to get ready. deciding to put a little more effort into your appearance for no particular reason. At least, that's what you told yourself.
You put on the simple, yet flattering outfit you picked out the night before. Putting on a little makeup, just enough to enhance your features. You lifted your backpack over your shoulder and made your way out of the dorm.
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You walked into the cafe, looking around to see if Jisung already made it. You find him sitting alone at a corner booth. You slightly smile to yourself as you make your way over. You slide into the other side of the booth, chuckling as his eyes flicker with panic for a moment before recognizing you. He slides his headphones off his ears and onto his neck, giving you a ridiculously cute and dorky smile.
“Hey”
“Hi, hope you werent waiting too long for me”
“Not at all! I just got here like.. a few minutes ago." You could see him fiddling with his hands under the table, his knee bouncing.
“Thats a relief, then. Wanna order something first before we get started? Brain food or whatever they call it.”
“Yeah! Yeah, that sounds good.”
You both stand up, him fumbling a little to get out of the booth. You don’t comment on it, just waiting patiently before walking up to the order line with him. He rocks on the balls of his feet as he waits, reading the menu signs. You force your eyes away and onto the menu, even though you already know whats there.
You step up to order, going first in case Jisung needed more time. After you finish, you let him order, stepping to the side. You go to pay, grabbing your wallet. As you look up, you see he already has his card in hand, sliding it into the card reader.
“You didn’t have to pay.. I suggested coming here in the first place” You said with a small smile, grateful nonetheless.
He waved you off, “Nah, my treat.”
You crossed your arms loosely. "Fine, but I'm paying for the next study session."
He chuckled as he slid his card back into his wallet, his eyes meeting yours with a smile. "Sure, we'll see about that."
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You slide back into the booth with your drink in one hand, a small pastry in the other. Gently placing them on the table as you moved to your backpack beside you, grabbing your laptop and notebook.
Jisung makes a small startled noise, setting his snack and drink down on the table with a little more force than necessary. He grabbed his own bag, pulling out his laptop and a notebook that looked a little bit.. worse for wear.
You raised your eyebrow at him.
"Why's your notebook all crumbled up like that?"
The tips of Jisung's ears grew red as he looked down at his notebook in his hands, as if he was just now realizing the bent corner and the nearly torn-off cover.
"I... don't know."
"You don't know..?" You repeated, taking a sip of your drink.
He shrugged as he set it down on the table. "I never really noticed it?"
You looked a little astonished. "How could you not notice it?"
"I dunno! When I'm taking notes im not thinking "wow, this paper is so nice and flat and not wrinkled at all," I'm thinking about literally anything else."
You shrugged, understanding his point. "Alright, yeah. You got me there."
From then on, the transition into talking and studying felt seamless. It barely even felt like working on schoolwork with Jisung there. Butting in with a comment here and there when things got too serious and quiet.
An hour and a half later, you had the first step of the project complete. You both did your own analyses of the song through annotations. You sighed as you slid down a little in the booth, closing your eyes.
Jisung's eyes followed you, the way your hair framed your face as you slid lower into the booth. The way the sigh left your lips. He forced them back onto his sheet and chuckled.
"Hey were like, halfway done now. Don't die yet."
You sat back up, meeting his eyes.
"I'm not dying, I wasn't that dramatic." Your eyes glanced at your laptop screen, noticing the time.
"Ah, I have a class in an hour.. Probably shouldn't get started on the next part until we can finish it in one sitting." You said, even surprising yourself with the small bit of disappointment in your voice.
Jisung smiled, but you could sense the same small disappointment in him. "Yeah, gotta be able to lock in, right? You said you're free, uhmm.. Wednesday and Friday afternoons?"
You nodded as you packed up your things
"Would you wanna meet up Friday afternoon? We could probably finish it a week early if you do.. If not thats cool too. We can just meet up next Tuesday since this is due like next Friday or something, but I was just hoping-"
You cut him off. "Friday sounds good, this place closes pretty early in the afternoon, though, so we'd have to find a new spot."
He throws his belongings in his backpack haphazardly as he lets out a breathy laugh. Figured out how the notebook got like that.
"Oh, don't worry about that, I can figure that out."
"Alright, if that's not too much trouble."
"Not at all, leave it to me." He says with a smile, standing up from the booth with his backpack. You stand up as well, grabbing your bag.
"See you Friday, Jisung." You returned his smile, feeling your heart flutter strangely at the way his seemed to grow.
"Yeah, see you then." You waved goodbye as you walked off and out of the cafe, making your way back to campus for your next lecture.
Jisung lets out a sigh as you round the corner outside the cafe. He goes back to the corner booth, sliding down in his seat with a dramatic, dreamy sigh. He straightens himself, pulling out his phone and typing fast.
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SUMMARY: Lee Minho has a small group of people that he likes. He doesn't need anyone else. Then enter you, Han’s new project partner. He didn’t see you often at first, only occasionally when you would drop off drinks to Han. Then he's seeing you everywhere and he hates it. At least that what he tries to tell himself.
Note: As always if you saw any spelling or grammar mistakes no you didn't :)
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WC: 248
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For all his talk about being on time and having the day planned out Jisung sure seems to be running late. Certainly not the way you wanted to start this adventure and you’re hoping it wasn’t a sign for how the day was going to go. Finally after sending message after message you feel your phone buzzing. Heart sinking at what greets you.
You knew the plan he’d made was almost too good. He’d put in so much effort so of course something had to go wrong day of. Letting the disappointment flow you tell him it’s ok. Closing the conversation to try and salvage your day you message your friends.
That does not go your way. Apparently Maki decided to call dibs on K today and you weren’t allowed. Something along the lines of ‘you’ve had him for years and it was time to share’ meanwhile Jo was working and then after had family night.
Opening back up to try and reschedule with Jisung you’re confused at what he’s saying. He’s insisting you go and that has it all taken care of.
Brows furrowed you’re confused by what he means. You’ve just sent a text saying as such when you hear a car pull up. Pulling your attention from your phone you look up.
The sight in front of you sends a chill down your spine. There stepping out of the car was the person you were trying to avoid. Minho.
SUMMARY: Lee Minho has a small group of people that he likes. He doesn't need anyone else. Then enter you, Han’s new project partner. He didn’t see you often at first, only occasionally when you would drop off drinks to Han. Then he's seeing you everywhere and he hates it. At least that what he tries to tell himself.
Note: Guess who's back!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who waited patiently or the next chapter of this. While I was most excited for this it also intimidated me the most so I was hesitant to start writing. I promise (hopefully) to be back on a regular schedule with this. As always if you saw any spelling or grammar mistakes no you didn't :)
summary: your boyfriend, Yang Jeongin, comes home after a long day at work and uses you in the best way.
warnings: MDNI, established relationship, shibari, he’s a eater, no protection-don’t be dumb..use it, dacryphilia, he takes care of you before and after
wc: 1k
note: not proof read or beta read
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Jeongin walks into your shared apartment after a long day of recording finding you on the couch folding laundry. “Welcome home, Innie” You smile up at his weary face. He walks over and begins helping you finish folding. “Today was a long day.” He starts making conversation. “Lots a re-recording?” You inquired. “Yeah, Chan wanted it just right” You nod at his reply, knowing many stories about his perfectionist tendencies. The two of you fall into the task at hand getting it finished in no time. He quietly grabs the basket of folded clothes and heads to the bedroom. You follow, expecting to continue with the mundane household task before settling into a relaxing evening.
He sets the basket down in front of the closet then he grabs a small duffel. You eye him, oh it was THAT kind of long day. Smirking, you lean on the dresser and watch as he walks back to the end of the bed and pulls out a few bundles of rope. “Strip for me” he demands with a seductive timber in his voice. With an idea of what he’s planning you give him a little tease. You ease your top up, slowly revealing your breasts. Then you turn and shimmy your bottoms off. Slowly revealing the roundness of your ass. When they are off he grabs you by your hips and rips your underwear off. “Hey! Those were a nice pair. ” You yell, even though the roughness turned you on. He pulls you into his chest to say, “You know I’ll buy you more.” before he kisses your forehead and releases you.
He grabs and unfurls one bundle and starts wrapping it around your ribs and over your shoulders creating a chest harness that emphasizes your breasts. Satisfied with that foundation he says, “Lay on the bed on your back with your legs folded and up.” He then knots the rope around your legs, thighs and calves pressed together, he places knots a couple inches apart. He makes sure your vulnerable bits are exposed as he goes. “I’ve been thinking of having you tied up in our bed all day, I’ve had to hide myself from the hyungs.” He murmurs while taking in the beauty of you all tied up. He climbs onto the bed and places his hand on the outside of each of your hips. “I love seeing you like this” he punctuates each work with a kiss along the backs of your thighs and butt. “I’m yours for the taking, Jeongin” You grant him permission he already had to devour you.
He slowly glides a hand from your hips to your pussy, “look at you, already so wet for me” he says as he uses his fingers to gather it before he sits up to show you. He maintains eye contact with you as he sucks you off of his fingers. He releases his fingers with a slight pop, “I haven’t even done anything yet, baby.” You swear you saw him smirk.
“Do you want me to give you more?” He asks, kissing your inner thighs. Inch by inch he kisses down your thigh - next to each knot - closer and closer to your sweet center. “Please. Jeongin. I need-“ you fall into a moan as he lightly drags his tongue against your clit. “Ok my love, you’re begging so well.” He continues kissing and licking your clit before he slightly sticks the trip of a finger. He doesn’t get in more than a knuckle before he is removing it - taking away all the stimulation all together. You feel your heart beating in your clit. You hear him chuckle and under his breath, probably to himself, you hear him say: ”So wet, and all mine” before he plunges two fingers into your slick heat. You gasp, he hooks his fingers up to stroke your g-spot. You tense around his fingers, wanting to buck for more stimulation. His other hand finds your clit and matches the rhythm of his other hand. He stills causing you to plead, eyes tearing up as the loss, “no, please”
He moves, gets up, and walks around the bed to where your face is. Bending down he says softly “You’re so beautiful when you cry for me” then he licks tears from your cheeks. Kisses you. He walks back to the other end of the bed and grabs you by your hips. Then he flips you so your ass is in the air, “Mm this is all mine” he growls then bites your ass. You gasp, the pain mixing with the longing for him to fill you. “Jeongin, fuck me, please, I need you” You know what he’s waiting for. He needs to hear you needy for him, needs to have to beg. It gives his satisfaction that just making you cum doesn’t. You hear a rustling then his chuckling. Then you feel a heavy weight on your back. “You beg so nicely” he then uses your wetness to lube his cock. You can hear the smirk in his voice. “You ready, baby?”
He slowly feeds your pussy his cock. You’re so full, his cock stretches around him, and the position he has you in makes the fit even tighter than normal. He gives you a moment to adjust. Once he feels you relax around him he starts to pump into you. Gripping your hips he fully seats himself before almost pulling out. Again. And again. He sets an exhausting pace while hitting that sweet spot deep inside. Your orgasm swells and over flows causing you to clench around him. The sensation is too much for Jeongin, his hips lose their original rhythm as he’s orgasm rolls through him.
He leans over you momentarily before saying: “you did so well baby,” kissing you down your back punctuating his praise. Sitting back up he slowly pulls out, and leaves the bedroom to get a wet towel. When he returns he cleans you up, puts the towel in the bathroom, grabs a bottle of lotion, and returns to your side.
Methodically he removes each knot. Adding lotion to where each one left a red mark on your skin. Once he finishes with the lotion he kisses each spot. “You’re too good for me.” He says while you sit up “Want anything specific to eat? We should get delivery, I’m not leaving you again today.” The night continues mundanely eating your favorite carry-out food and watching something funny with the man you love.
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taglist: I’m assuming yous only wanted to be on the NDA one, and not like a permanent taglist type of thing 🫶🏼 lmk if I was wrong
SUMMARY: Lee Minho has a small group of people that he likes. He doesn't need anyone else. Then enter you, Han’s new project partner. He didn’t see you often at first, only occasionally when you would drop off drinks to Han. Then he's seeing you everywhere and he hates it. At least that what he tries to tell himself.
Note: Guess who's back!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who waited patiently or the next chapter of this. While I was most excited for this it also intimidated me the most so I was hesitant to start writing. I promise (hopefully) to be back on a regular schedule with this. As always if you saw any spelling or grammar mistakes no you didn't :)
TAGLIST: CLOSED
wc: 1.5 K
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"Seriously put your phone down. At this rate you're going to make time go slower." Jisung nudges your side and brings his hand to lower your phone. The two of you have been sitting in the courtyard for the past hour. Both wanting to get some extra work done and, more importantly, snag a front row seat of what Jisung said was to be the performance of a lifetime.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not like I’m the one about to perform.”
“Exactly so put your phone down and entertain me. I’m bored” The whine this man is able to produce pulls a laugh. “That’s better. Have fun” How someone can be caffeine personified while also allowing those close to him rest amazes you. When you first transferred schools you honestly expected it to be similar to before. Stressed about being older than any other new students and sure that everyone your age was already settled in their groups. Seeing any addition as a waste of time in an already packed schedule.
Then came Jisung. You hadn’t expected him but he is the friend you didn’t know you needed. He surprised you after what Minho said. Sure that he would pick his best friend over someone who was essentially a stranger. But you’re grateful every day that he stuck by you.
It's been relatively quiet since you sent that text out for Minho's final mission. The calm has allowed you to settle into a groove with your classes and study sessions with Ji are back to being half productive and half creating what would one day be a killer stand up skit.
You hear it before you spot him. The light music slowly piques people’s interest as conversations halt and heads turn back and forth trying to locate the source. Your skin buzzes with anticipation. This was it, in twenty minutes everything would be put to rest and you would hopefully be able to move forward with Minho as friends. While it’s definitely not the path you envisioned the destination is still something you were excited about. Even if you’re not sure you truly trust it yet.
The music gets louder and when you spot Minho you don’t even try to hold back the laughter. Walking down the path is Minho, wearing loose jeans and a jean jacket he would look like the embodiment of cool if it weren’t for the multicolored wig sitting on his head.
“It’s unfair how he can pull that off” the words cause you to jump, startled from the proximity. Jisung was leaning over to whisper directly into your ear. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you quickly look away. He took the words straight from your brain but you’d like to hide that if possible. Complicated feelings reside in your chest about Minho. On one hand you don’t want to give him any power over you that could hurt you, but he seems to really be trying and darn it if that doesn’t make him cuter.
Minho continues his confident stride to the center of the courtyard. He sets the speaker that he’d been carrying down does a 360 turn and nods seemingly satisfied with what he was assessing. He must have planned with Jisung where y’all would be because he turns to face you directly.
“Hear ye, hear ye!” Murmurs of laughter spread among the crowd, everyone putting down books, phones, and anything else that held their attention prior. “Today I will complete my final task assigned to me by a fair maiden. In order to do so you all must bare witness to the sincerity as I lay my heart out on this..” A pause as he looks down and takes in his stage “pavement I suppose.”
A chorus of applause follows his announcement and shouts of encouraging words reach him from all directions. He takes a centering breath, bends down to hit something on the speaker, before finally he takes his starting position.
A light melody starts, it’s fun and playful. Notes jumping together to create a sound that elicits joy from others. Minho lets the music control him. His movements are airy and playful. He’s performing with every muscle in his body. He’s doing jumps and ground work. It’s stunning to watch. Eventually, almost out of no where the song begins to slow. He takes off his jacket and your eyes take in his arms. As his movements continue and he takes off the wig you examine that way his muscles bend and flex. Heat pokes at the base of your neck and you hope that Jisung is watching the performance and not you.
The playful music eventually stops completely and a melody you’re unfamiliar with begins. It’s soft and takes its time, the notes dance with each other as the song finds its footing. At the same time Minho responds, limbs moving like ripples in water as they explore the empty space. His dancing turns more contemporary and gentle as the chords progress.
A drum adds chaos to the song and his movements grow frantic. His face twists as he fights something only he can see. His body and the music trying to return to the soft sanctuary that was held before but not quite able to get there. Then what might be a violin comes in and everything quiets. Minho stands there chest moving up and down as he stares at you. The violin comes back gently, like a mother calling out to her child to guide them back home. The drum continues too acting to distract and cause the violin to fumble but it never does. Minho’s body responds to the violin moving when it tells him to and avoiding the traps the drums lay before him. They continue this, moving forward in spite of the chaos the drums bring, until they are back to the soft melody the song started with.
When the song ends and the crowd cheers you barely hear it. Once again Minho stands staring at you. The stare down ends when hand touches your cheek. Once again jumping out of your seat your head whips to face Jisung. His eyes wide as he brings his other hand to your face wiping your cheek. Your hand joins and you’re startled to find your fingers wet. Now aware of the sting that accompanies the tears.
“Oh” is all your brain can manage to get out. Jisung thankfully seems to understand and doesn’t press for more. You hear footsteps heading towards you so you frantically work to dry your cheeks and discretely make sure it doesn’t show that you cried.
“Min that was amazing!! It was even better than when you practiced it!” Jisung animatedly praises Minho and the resulting blush that sprinkles his face is too much. Your heart can’t help but pull at the sight.
“Thanks Jisungie, I felt like I was going to forget everything when I saw the crowd.” His eyes flick to you halfway through, his eyebrows scrunch slightly as he takes you in. You’ve seen each other in passing the last couple weeks but not long enough to share more than a passing glance and maybe a quick greeting. Your eyes take him in on their own. "And uh.. what did you think?" his voice comes out softly clearly hesitant to receive the answer.
"I mean I don't know Minho." you try and school your features hoping your eyes haven't already given your true feelings away. He holds his breath as you pretend to ponder his question. "Honestly, Minho that might have been one of the most beautiful dances I've seen. I've never heard that seconds song before. What was it?"
His eyes widen at your question, then dart from you to Jisung to you and back to Jisung. You too look to the other and notice a blush taking over his face now too.
"I actually made it myself" The words surprise you more than they should. You knew he wrote music since that was part of his responsibility for your project. He's never let you listen to one of his pieces though.
"Really!?" You say probably too loudly if his jump is anything to go by. "Now I'm definitely not going to let you get away with not showing me your work! Ji that was amazing! It was beautiful"
"I didn't do it alone. Minho described what he wanted I just had to bring it to life for him. So really it's more his than mine." Turning to the elder to search for how much that's true.
"Well either way it was amazing and I need the audio file as soon as humanely possible." Taking in a deep breath you prepare yourself for this saga to officially come to an end. "Congratulations Minho, you passed all tasks I've thrown your way. Consider your conscious clear and all forgiven"
You can see the weight and tension leave his body as his limbs visibly relax. "Does this mean I've unlocked friendship dialogue?"
The reference takes you by surprise and you're not able to contain the giggle that surfaces. Wanting to cover up the sound you clear your throat and respond "Yeah I think you can have access to friendship dialogue." The smile that takes over his face is enough to set off alarm bells in your mind.
You may be friends now but that doesn't mean you're out of danger.
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Summary: It's the start of a new college semester. Stressful as usual. Until you partner up with the cute nerd in your class.
WC: 2.1k
Note: eee finally posting my fics lolol I'm so nervous but so excited too :') I feel like this is so short, but I wanna stretch this out into at least two posts. Any and all feedback is appreciated!
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You sighed as your phone's alarm went off. Looking at the screen, it reads 8:00 am. Not like you got any sleep anyway, considering how your anxious thoughts kept you up all night.
Today marked the start of the fall semester of your sophomore year of college. You’d think that after nearly 20 years of living and going to school for however long, the first days weren’t that anxiety-inducing, alas, your brain didn’t exactly get that memo.
As you got out of bed and ready for the day, your thoughts swarmed with everything that could go wrong. What if you walked into the wrong classroom and didn’t notice until the class already started? What if you couldn’t even find the room at all? What if your schedule was actually wrong and you’re meant to go to your Wednesday class instead, despite it being a Monday?
As you brushed your teeth and contemplated your timely demise in your dorm room's bathroom (thankfully, you had not only a solo dorm, but one with its own in-unit bathroom), you tried to redirect your thoughts into what positives might come out of today.
Maybe you’d meet a new friend, or you’d really like your professors. Maybe you’d even meet a cute guy or girl. It’s been years since you've actually talked to someone romantically; maybe the universe will finally send someone your way. That’s just hopeful thinking, though.
As the clock struck 8:30 am, you pulled on your shoes and went out the door. Making your way down and outside your dorm’s building for your first class of the day. For some reason, your past self decided that having a 9 am Intro to Lyrical Analysis class on a Monday was a good idea. (In reality, it was the only time slot that worked with the rest of your schedule.)
You thankfully made it to the classes building easily, and even found the classroom with 15 minutes to spare. The classroom was pretty small, similar to a high school classroom. You took one of the seats near the back of the class, slipping on your headphones as you waited for the class to begin.
As more people flooded into the classroom, you felt your heart rate speed up a little. There goes your brain with making up unlikely, yet anxiety-inducing, scenarios. What if you fell out of your chair randomly and everyone pointed and laughed at you? What if the professor called you out by name because they somehow saw those two failed classes in your school’s account? What if-
Your thoughts were cut off as someone sat down a seat away from you, being one of the only open seats left in the room. You saw the professor clear her throat, taking that as a signal that the class would start soon. You pulled off your headphones and sat up straight.
You took a second to look at the person who sat next to you in your peripheral vision. He had on a dark green hoodie with some kind of graphic on the back, which looked like flowers of some kind. He wore a black hat, the bill sticking out from the hood of his hoodie. It looks like he was wearing glasses too, though it was kind of hard to tell without looking directly.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem like the type to try to strike up a conversation, which you were grateful for. You turned your focus back to the professor who had started talking. As it’s the first day of the semester, the main topic of the day was the syllabus for the class. Good thing you already went over it online the night before.
After the syllabus was gone over and all questions regarding the class and its workings were done, the professor said with a cheery voice and smile
“Alright! How about we do a little ice breaker?”
You felt your hands clam up immediately. You always hated icebreakers. You just hoped it would be something easy instead of needing to find a partner or something else ridiculous.
“Since it’s the first day, I won’t make you do anything crazy. Let’s just go around and say our names and favorite foods?”
You internally relaxed a bit. That was doable. You could do that. You had time to think over your answer, overthinking it to hell and back despite the question's simplicity.
As it neared your turn to speak, you fidgeted with your hands in your lap. Watching as everyone else introduced themselves. Sooner than later, it got to your table.
The man who sat next to you took what seemed like a slightly shaky breath before saying
“Uh, I’m Han Jisung.. and I like cheesecake”
This was the first time you actually got a good look at his face. He.. looked nice, you thought. His round cheeks puffed out a tiny bit as he slumped back down in his seat, turning his head to you as he finished.
You cleared your throat a little before introducing yourself to the class, repeating the answer you masterfully crafted in your head nearly 3 minutes ago flawlessly.
With you, the introductions ended. This led the professor to jump into the start of the first lesson. You pulled out your laptop to take notes as she began her lecture.
As the professor wrapped up the first half of the lesson, she dismissed the class. You packed up your things into your backpack before standing up and slinging it over your shoulder, and making your way out of the classroom. Putting your headphones back on, you scrolled through your phone until you landed on a certain playlist, letting the music wash away the last bits of anxiety that gnawed on you.
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After another class, you made it back into your dorm, flopping down onto your bed with a huff.
“Didn’t go too bad for the first day..” You sighed to yourself. Even though nothing exciting happened, you still felt exhausted. Your eyes drifted shut, lulling you into sleep as your body pressed against the sheets.
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The next two weeks of your classes had gone by pretty smoothly. Most of your professors were fairly laid-back, keeping the first few assignments short and simple. You’ve yet to make any friends, aside from exchanging emails for notes with a girl in your film theory class. Not that you minded much, you’ve always liked keeping to yourself better anyways.
You sat down in your usual seat with a huff. Even though most classes don't have assigned seats, everyone tends to stay in the same spot they chose the first class. That held true with your Intro to Lyrical Analysis class. You barely slept the previous night, your thoughts scrambled. You pushed off your headphones, setting them on the table as the professor spoke up.
“So-! We’re gonna be introducing our next assignment, and its our first partnered assignment too”
Your heart dropped. Partners? You haven’t made friends in this class. Not even anyone you could remotely call an acquaintance. You looked around the room, trying to notice if anyone else was having the same reaction as you. Suddenly your eyes caught sight of the man sitting a seat away from you, his hands fidgeting on the table.
He hadn’t changed his seat since the first class either. You haven’t spoken a word to each other either, aside from the introductions but that hardly counted. You figured it couldn’t hurt to ask to partner with him, since he was already sitting next to you anyways. Maybe he already had someone in mind to ask though?
You thought it over as the professor explained the outline of the assignment, ultimately deciding to wait a minute or two before asking, in case he did wish to partner with someone else.
The assignment itself was relatively simple. Each group of two people would be given a song and its genre to analyze. The genres ranged anywhere from country, to metal, to soft lofi pop.
Eventually the professor finished her spiel about the assignment, giving the go ahead to partner up before handing out the songs. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking a little in your lap as you looked around the room. Most people were in the same boat as you, trying to find someone to partner up with. You spoke, a little too quietly amidst the small classroom, to the man next to you.
“Wanna partner up.? since we already sit next to each other..” he turned to look at you, a flash of relief over his face at your words.
“Yeah, easier that way huh?” He smiled softly, releasing a quiet breathy laugh. “Want me to move to the seat next to you?”
You shook your head “Nah, I will” You quickly shuffled over to the next seat, now able to feel the warmth radiating from him. He mostly wore the same stuff every class. That being some variation of a hoodie and sweats, occasionally a hat. Not that you could say much though, as you didn’t put a whole lot of effort into your outfits for class either.
You spun your pencil in your fingers as you waited for the rest of the class to partner up.
“So.. Your name is.. shoot I remember it from introductions I swear-“ You grumbled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to recall his name
He chuckled “Han Jisung, don't worry, I don't remember your name either” He said with a slightly nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush crept over his cheeks. You felt better to know that it wasn’t just you that sucked at remembering names. You quickly introduced yourself.
“What genre are you hoping to get?” You said as you rested your chin on your hand, propped up on the table by your elbow.
He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he thought, puffing his cheeks out slightly. “Uhm.. Probably rock? or a lofi pop vibe” He shrugged “I’d be happy with anything though, honestly”
You nodded in reply. You both spent the next few minutes talking about your favorite songs and artists until the professor cleared her throat and began to hand out the songs to each group.
Once she got to you, she jotted down your group and set down two sheets of paper in front of you. You grabbed them, handing one to Jisung as you skimmed it.
The song was "The Moon Will Sing" By the Crane Wives. Lucky to get a song you knew of. The professor walked back up to the front of the room, starting her instructions.
"So, this project is relatively simple. However, you won't have enough time to complete this in class, so you and your partner will have to meet up outside of lecture time to complete it. Due date is in two weeks"
She explained the main points that the analysis should make, even showing an example project. 'This shouldn't be too difficult..' You thought to yourself.
After the professor finished, Jisung turned to you.
"Have you heard this song before?" He asked, his eyebrow quirked up.
"Yeah, it's in my playlist. Kinda surprised this was one of the songs though, I figured they'd all be popular stuff." You shrugged "Have you?"
He shook his head. "No, but the lyrics are good.." He mumbled slightly as he looked back down at the paper. You pulled out a spare pair of earbuds from your backpack, plugging them into your phone. You handed him one of the earbuds, putting the other in your ear.
"Here, we can listen to it. The melodies are really nice, and the lyrics are a lot more impactful when actually listening to them." He quickly grabbed the other, putting it in his own ear, leaning a bit closer to you thanks to the wire.
You spend the next few minutes listening silently, subconsciously leaning a little closer until your shoulders are touching. His warmth and scent invading your space. A light pink dusts your cheeks from the proximity.
As the song ends, you pull back. "See? It sounds so much more.. raw when you listen to the full song. It'll be fun to analyze deeper."
He agrees, pulling out his own phone and handing it to you. "Here, we'll need each other's numbers to work on the project so.." You stumble over your words slightly as you take his phone, putting in your number. You set your name and hand it back to him, handing over your phone to do the same.
He hands your phone back right as the class ends, he stands up and grabs his bag.
"I'll text you later, to.. um.. You know, figure out when we can meet up to work on it."
"Yeah! sounds good." You replied, looking down at your phone as he walked out of the room. Seeing that he set his contact to "Jisung :)", you smiled a little to yourself.
ur never gonna believe this but guess whos finally working on pt 2 😛😛 trust guys when i figure out a way to make fake texts in a way that i tolerate its gonna be OVVEERRR
bro i wanna write so BAAADD but im a DUMMY and broke my laptop… and like YEAH i can write on my phone but i cant like get intoooo it the way i can physically typing on a PHYSICAL keyboard.. plus ive had zerooo inspiration for intro to love 😔😔 everything i write for it sounds so corny and cheesy LMAO
summary: you’ve signed the NDA and went on a date with seungmin. now you can’t keep him off your mind. are you on his? what does he have planned next?
warnings: gn stalker ex - only mentioned
wc: 2.2k
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You: made it home from chicago. hope you make it to toronto safely
“Ok, I texted him, happy?” you turn to your best friend as you sip your tea. The two of you are sitting in your living room late in the morning on Saturday.. “YES! He took you on an actual date. When was the last time you went on a date?” You take a sip to delay answering. You know when the last time was. “Loren.” Sen looks at you incredulously. “The STALKER!? You haven’t been on a date since? Seriously? Not even anything casual? Girl.” You blush, “Well they stalked me. The easiest way to prevent that is to not date. Me and my vibrator are great friends.” Your bestie wipes her eyes from laughing too hard, “Do you want to change that?” Yes, you did, but he is an idol, it wouldn’t be the typical relationship. “Would it be different dating an idol? They have demanding schedules, and we’re based in different countries.” Sighing she says, “You will never know if you’re afraid to take the chance.You may get hurt but what if you regret it? On top of that, there’s no guarantee that it will turn into a relationship. Just one night would live in your memories forever.” She makes a great point, and you hate that she does.
Bestie leaves and you’re left to your post concert and travel recuperating. You grab your favorite snack, fill your water bottle, put on a comfort show, and grab your latest crafting project, crochet. You’ve been at it for an hour or so when your phone goes off.
Seungmin: That’s good to hear. We are settled in our hotel for the night.
You look at your phone wide eyed. He actually responded? Ok ok. You pop-up and put on a quick swipe of mascara - just to make your eyes pop a little.
You take a photo of yourself with a soft smile and your work in progress.
You: im settled in for the night. i have a fav background show on while i craft.
You: [photo-You with black and green yarn crocheting with a blanket and the glow of the tv]
Seungmin: What are you making?
You: a cat ear beanie. ikik its a long way to winter, but its never too early to get started
Seungmin: Idols aren’t supposed to accept gifts from fans.
You: did i say it was for you? Haha
You chuckle, he’s already teasing? You’re absolutely blushing! You set your phone down, to try to focus on your crocheting. It doesn’t work. You’re checking your notifications every minute or so.
Your language learning app
Someone you follow is live
A few videos sent by your bestie
It takes awhile for a notification from him to come through.
Seungmin: Would you make me one if I asked?
Don’t text him. Nope. Don’t seem too eager. Wait. You finish the row you’re working on, turn and finish the following row.
You: are you asking?
You wait to open it. Another two rows.
Seungmin: Yes
Seungmin: Have you seen this? Yongbok is making us watch it
Seungmin: [photo- a hotel tv show showing the title screen of Heartstopper]
Hell yeah Felix! You can’t wait to hear what Seungmin thinks of it.
You: YES! its so cute. i cant wait to see how you react to it. i expect a review
You: you havent asked tho
Seungmin: Oh, no. I don’t want one
Yeah. Ok. You don’t believe him. You settle into focusing on the cat beanie. It only takes you about an hour to finish it. You put the beanie on and look into the mirror. Super cute!! Now to make him one. You put away your green yarn, and pull out some purple yarn. You’ll soon have almost matching beanies. Hours pass, you eat, put on a new anime, fill your water and continue crocheting. You had done all your chores during the week, so you could relax after the concert. It’s late and you’re thinking about moving to bed when your phone goes off.
Seungmin: I can’t sleep. Are you still awake? Can I call?
You stare at your screen
You: yeah, im up. im ready when you are
His contact illuminates your screen.
“안영” you answer after clicking the green button
“인영“ he replies with a soft chuckle “Chaos, Do you speak Korean?”
“I know a few phrases, I wouldn’t say I’m close to fluent. Why can’t you sleep”
“I keep thinking of the same person. When I’m going to get to see her again”
“Oh really? She must have really made an impression”
Wistfully he says “Oh, she did” he pauses “I also needed to talk to her again.”
“You should call her then. OH! I should let you go so you can talk to her”
He laughs “No wait. I already am” You suck in a breath. He pauses before continuing “I had fun at the aquarium, Jeongin tried to steal Chaos”
“Rude, can’t let him steal her”
“Never, she’s sacred”
“Good” you say through a soft smile. “Would you rather fight a human sized duck, or twelve regular sized ducks?”
“What? How did the duck get that big?” He laughs.
“Science? I don’t know, who are you fighting Seungmin?”
“Why are we fighting ducks?”
“They’re evil” You quit right back “You have only two options.”
“The human sized duck, twelve is too many to fight off” he laughs. The two of you get into a conversation about nothing and everything. You both share childhood memories, favorite colors (his is purple), favorite fruit, (his goes between oranges and strawberries). After a while Seungmin says, “I want to see you again. We have a gap in shows coming up. Are you willing to do some traveling?”
“Yeah, when and where are you thinking?”
“Here, Toronto, Monday. I can have a flight set up for you”
“Would I be staying with you and Felix?”
“I’ll set everything up, I promise” he pauses then continues “I need to get some sleep before it gets too late. You make sure to sleep well too. You’ll hear from me soon. Goodnight”
“Goodnight” and the call ends. You tidy after your craft and head to bed yourself.
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He really did set everything up. Well almost, you had to get yourself to the airport. You received your airplane ticket to your wallet with a message from seungmin saying ‘you’ll have a driver waiting for you at international arrivals.’ Now you are walking out of customs with your luggage. There are people everywhere and you see a row of drivers holding signs: ‘G. Tremblay’, ‘P. Levesque’, ‘Chaos’, ‘C Barkley’. Wait. You walk up to the driver holding up the Chaos sign, “Hello, I think you’re looking for me” the driver turns to you and he says “y/n?”. “Yes, that’s me” you reply. The driver takes your bags from you and leads you to a sleek black sedan.
You: getting into the car w the driver ✨
Seungmin: What driver? I thought you were ordering one on the ride share app.
Your eyes go big for a moment before realizing he’s probably messing with you. At the same time, another message comes through.
Seungmin: I’m kidding, don’t panic. He’ll take good care of you. I’ll meet you later.
You smile -jerk- while locking your phone and relaxing on the journey to the hotel. The ride is exactly what you’d expect from driving in a metropolitan area, traffic, but you get there.
The hotel is attached to a stadium? You walk in, get your room key from the front desk. Your room appears normal at first: a bed, desk, mini fridge. You open the curtains and there is a baseball field. Seungmin. He specifically chose a room with a view of the field. What did he have up his sleeve?
You: a stadium view?
Seungmin: Yes, I have plans.
You: why is that making me nervous?
Seungmin: I’ll see you soon
You finish settling into the hotel room, and freshen up after your flight.
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You hear a gentle knock on the door. You peer through the peep hole and you see a man wearing a black oversized t-shirt and shorts - Seungmin. You open the door, “OH! I hope I’m not going to get murdered by the man in the hallway.” you say coyly. “You got the habit of opening the door for strange men?” You pause, smile, and slowly start to close the door on him. His eyes go wide and he grabs the door before it closes, “Okay Okay, may I come in?” You let out a little laugh “Since you asked so nicely.” You open the door and gesture inside.
He had a couple of bags with him and he makes his way to the bar by the window. Pulling the chairs out he sets up a take out dinner. He sets down a couple of waters, and opens a take-out box. “That smells delicious.” You walk over to the window to sit in the chair next to him as he grabs a fork. “You got poutine?” you look down on the gravy and cheese curd covered fries he’s picking at “yeah, we’re in Canada” he takes a bite and continues “Experience the culture” smiling you roll your eyes and take his fork and stab a few fries and a cheese curd. Suengmin watches you bring the fork to your mouth. “Mm 맛있어요” you attempt in the limited korean you know. You start to stick a few more pieces when Seungmin moves where he’s looking. His eyes started at your eyes then they moved to your mouth. He starts to lean in. His eyes shift back to your eyes. His hand starts to move up, towards your face. His thumb brushes gravy from the corner of your mouth. “You missed” then he puts his thumb in his mouth, sucking it clean. You freeze for a moment. He. He takes advantage of you being stunned and he takes the fork from your mouth and eats what you had on there.
The conversation begins to flow again as the Toronto Bluejays vs the New York Yankees game starts.You talk about places you each wanted to go, the favorite places you’ve been. The game starts to pick up in the top of the fourth. The Yankees get two runs in. “Oh, I brought you something” you say jumping off the chair and head towards your suit case. You dig into it and pull out a black Detroit Tigers ball cap. You take your seat next to him again and continue to watch the game. The Blue Jays did a great job in the bottom of the sixth, they scored 4 more runs - giving them a 2 score lead. His eyes crinkle with his smile as the fourth runner crosses home plate. You reach over to gently slap the cap onto his head, and keeping your hand on the bill you pull it over his eyes. “I got you this.” he smiles and says “감사합니다” through a slight chuckle. He tidies the table when the game ends, but your conversation has turned to different types of music you each like. Soon it’s late, you can see the stadium has cleared out, and the lights are off. “Do you want to go for a walk?” Seungmin asks as he grabs the garbage and makes sure his new hat is secured on his head. “Sure, sounds fun” you reply.
The two of you keep close to the stadium/hotel. Taking photos of each other: some candid, some posed. He’s effortless regardless of the side of the camera he was on. Gently directing you: move your hand this way, move your leg up, and each photo looks professional. After some time of chatting and taking photos both individual and together he leads you back to your room.
You both exit the elevator, and walk towards your room. Neither of you say too much. You feel his arm brush your shoulder. A heat spreads through your body and a blush spreads across your cheeks. You turn up to look at him, but he continues walking and looking forward like he didn’t mean to bum you. He himself was blushing under his ball cap. You unlock your hotel door “I enjoyed myself tonight, thank you” you say before you walk in. You set your things down on the entertainment center, and you turn to see him leaning in the doorframe. He says, “Thank you for watching the game with me. I hope it was entertaining.” You chuckle, “you made it more entertaining.” Seungmin puts his hands in his pockets, but his eyes linger. He does too, like he doesn't want to leave. “Are you going to stay in the doorway?” You tease, causing him to smile. “Are you inviting me in?” He replies. You pause, this changes the dynamic. You walk to him and grab his hand “get in here” pulling him in and he closes the door behind him.
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Summary: It's the start of a new college semester. Stressful as usual. Until you partner up with the cute nerd in your class.
WC: 2.1k
Note: eee finally posting my fics lolol I'm so nervous but so excited too :') I feel like this is so short, but I wanna stretch this out into at least two posts. Any and all feedback is appreciated!
Part 1 | Part 2
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You sighed as your phone's alarm went off. Looking at the screen, it reads 8:00 am. Not like you got any sleep anyway, considering how your anxious thoughts kept you up all night.
Today marked the start of the fall semester of your sophomore year of college. You’d think that after nearly 20 years of living and going to school for however long, the first days weren’t that anxiety-inducing, alas, your brain didn’t exactly get that memo.
As you got out of bed and ready for the day, your thoughts swarmed with everything that could go wrong. What if you walked into the wrong classroom and didn’t notice until the class already started? What if you couldn’t even find the room at all? What if your schedule was actually wrong and you’re meant to go to your Wednesday class instead, despite it being a Monday?
As you brushed your teeth and contemplated your timely demise in your dorm room's bathroom (thankfully, you had not only a solo dorm, but one with its own in-unit bathroom), you tried to redirect your thoughts into what positives might come out of today.
Maybe you’d meet a new friend, or you’d really like your professors. Maybe you’d even meet a cute guy or girl. It’s been years since you've actually talked to someone romantically; maybe the universe will finally send someone your way. That’s just hopeful thinking, though.
As the clock struck 8:30 am, you pulled on your shoes and went out the door. Making your way down and outside your dorm’s building for your first class of the day. For some reason, your past self decided that having a 9 am Intro to Lyrical Analysis class on a Monday was a good idea. (In reality, it was the only time slot that worked with the rest of your schedule.)
You thankfully made it to the classes building easily, and even found the classroom with 15 minutes to spare. The classroom was pretty small, similar to a high school classroom. You took one of the seats near the back of the class, slipping on your headphones as you waited for the class to begin.
As more people flooded into the classroom, you felt your heart rate speed up a little. There goes your brain with making up unlikely, yet anxiety-inducing, scenarios. What if you fell out of your chair randomly and everyone pointed and laughed at you? What if the professor called you out by name because they somehow saw those two failed classes in your school’s account? What if-
Your thoughts were cut off as someone sat down a seat away from you, being one of the only open seats left in the room. You saw the professor clear her throat, taking that as a signal that the class would start soon. You pulled off your headphones and sat up straight.
You took a second to look at the person who sat next to you in your peripheral vision. He had on a dark green hoodie with some kind of graphic on the back, which looked like flowers of some kind. He wore a black hat, the bill sticking out from the hood of his hoodie. It looks like he was wearing glasses too, though it was kind of hard to tell without looking directly.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem like the type to try to strike up a conversation, which you were grateful for. You turned your focus back to the professor who had started talking. As it’s the first day of the semester, the main topic of the day was the syllabus for the class. Good thing you already went over it online the night before.
After the syllabus was gone over and all questions regarding the class and its workings were done, the professor said with a cheery voice and smile
“Alright! How about we do a little ice breaker?”
You felt your hands clam up immediately. You always hated icebreakers. You just hoped it would be something easy instead of needing to find a partner or something else ridiculous.
“Since it’s the first day, I won’t make you do anything crazy. Let’s just go around and say our names and favorite foods?”
You internally relaxed a bit. That was doable. You could do that. You had time to think over your answer, overthinking it to hell and back despite the question's simplicity.
As it neared your turn to speak, you fidgeted with your hands in your lap. Watching as everyone else introduced themselves. Sooner than later, it got to your table.
The man who sat next to you took what seemed like a slightly shaky breath before saying
“Uh, I’m Han Jisung.. and I like cheesecake”
This was the first time you actually got a good look at his face. He.. looked nice, you thought. His round cheeks puffed out a tiny bit as he slumped back down in his seat, turning his head to you as he finished.
You cleared your throat a little before introducing yourself to the class, repeating the answer you masterfully crafted in your head nearly 3 minutes ago flawlessly.
With you, the introductions ended. This led the professor to jump into the start of the first lesson. You pulled out your laptop to take notes as she began her lecture.
As the professor wrapped up the first half of the lesson, she dismissed the class. You packed up your things into your backpack before standing up and slinging it over your shoulder, and making your way out of the classroom. Putting your headphones back on, you scrolled through your phone until you landed on a certain playlist, letting the music wash away the last bits of anxiety that gnawed on you.
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After another class, you made it back into your dorm, flopping down onto your bed with a huff.
“Didn’t go too bad for the first day..” You sighed to yourself. Even though nothing exciting happened, you still felt exhausted. Your eyes drifted shut, lulling you into sleep as your body pressed against the sheets.
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The next two weeks of your classes had gone by pretty smoothly. Most of your professors were fairly laid-back, keeping the first few assignments short and simple. You’ve yet to make any friends, aside from exchanging emails for notes with a girl in your film theory class. Not that you minded much, you’ve always liked keeping to yourself better anyways.
You sat down in your usual seat with a huff. Even though most classes don't have assigned seats, everyone tends to stay in the same spot they chose the first class. That held true with your Intro to Lyrical Analysis class. You barely slept the previous night, your thoughts scrambled. You pushed off your headphones, setting them on the table as the professor spoke up.
“So-! We’re gonna be introducing our next assignment, and its our first partnered assignment too”
Your heart dropped. Partners? You haven’t made friends in this class. Not even anyone you could remotely call an acquaintance. You looked around the room, trying to notice if anyone else was having the same reaction as you. Suddenly your eyes caught sight of the man sitting a seat away from you, his hands fidgeting on the table.
He hadn’t changed his seat since the first class either. You haven’t spoken a word to each other either, aside from the introductions but that hardly counted. You figured it couldn’t hurt to ask to partner with him, since he was already sitting next to you anyways. Maybe he already had someone in mind to ask though?
You thought it over as the professor explained the outline of the assignment, ultimately deciding to wait a minute or two before asking, in case he did wish to partner with someone else.
The assignment itself was relatively simple. Each group of two people would be given a song and its genre to analyze. The genres ranged anywhere from country, to metal, to soft lofi pop.
Eventually the professor finished her spiel about the assignment, giving the go ahead to partner up before handing out the songs. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking a little in your lap as you looked around the room. Most people were in the same boat as you, trying to find someone to partner up with. You spoke, a little too quietly amidst the small classroom, to the man next to you.
“Wanna partner up.? since we already sit next to each other..” he turned to look at you, a flash of relief over his face at your words.
“Yeah, easier that way huh?” He smiled softly, releasing a quiet breathy laugh. “Want me to move to the seat next to you?”
You shook your head “Nah, I will” You quickly shuffled over to the next seat, now able to feel the warmth radiating from him. He mostly wore the same stuff every class. That being some variation of a hoodie and sweats, occasionally a hat. Not that you could say much though, as you didn’t put a whole lot of effort into your outfits for class either.
You spun your pencil in your fingers as you waited for the rest of the class to partner up.
“So.. Your name is.. shoot I remember it from introductions I swear-“ You grumbled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to recall his name
He chuckled “Han Jisung, don't worry, I don't remember your name either” He said with a slightly nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush crept over his cheeks. You felt better to know that it wasn’t just you that sucked at remembering names. You quickly introduced yourself.
“What genre are you hoping to get?” You said as you rested your chin on your hand, propped up on the table by your elbow.
He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he thought, puffing his cheeks out slightly. “Uhm.. Probably rock? or a lofi pop vibe” He shrugged “I’d be happy with anything though, honestly”
You nodded in reply. You both spent the next few minutes talking about your favorite songs and artists until the professor cleared her throat and began to hand out the songs to each group.
Once she got to you, she jotted down your group and set down two sheets of paper in front of you. You grabbed them, handing one to Jisung as you skimmed it.
The song was "The Moon Will Sing" By the Crane Wives. Lucky to get a song you knew of. The professor walked back up to the front of the room, starting her instructions.
"So, this project is relatively simple. However, you won't have enough time to complete this in class, so you and your partner will have to meet up outside of lecture time to complete it. Due date is in two weeks"
She explained the main points that the analysis should make, even showing an example project. 'This shouldn't be too difficult..' You thought to yourself.
After the professor finished, Jisung turned to you.
"Have you heard this song before?" He asked, his eyebrow quirked up.
"Yeah, it's in my playlist. Kinda surprised this was one of the songs though, I figured they'd all be popular stuff." You shrugged "Have you?"
He shook his head. "No, but the lyrics are good.." He mumbled slightly as he looked back down at the paper. You pulled out a spare pair of earbuds from your backpack, plugging them into your phone. You handed him one of the earbuds, putting the other in your ear.
"Here, we can listen to it. The melodies are really nice, and the lyrics are a lot more impactful when actually listening to them." He quickly grabbed the other, putting it in his own ear, leaning a bit closer to you thanks to the wire.
You spend the next few minutes listening silently, subconsciously leaning a little closer until your shoulders are touching. His warmth and scent invading your space. A light pink dusts your cheeks from the proximity.
As the song ends, you pull back. "See? It sounds so much more.. raw when you listen to the full song. It'll be fun to analyze deeper."
He agrees, pulling out his own phone and handing it to you. "Here, we'll need each other's numbers to work on the project so.." You stumble over your words slightly as you take his phone, putting in your number. You set your name and hand it back to him, handing over your phone to do the same.
He hands your phone back right as the class ends, he stands up and grabs his bag.
"I'll text you later, to.. um.. You know, figure out when we can meet up to work on it."
"Yeah! sounds good." You replied, looking down at your phone as he walked out of the room. Seeing that he set his contact to "Jisung :)", you smiled a little to yourself.
Summary: It's the start of a new college semester. Stressful as usual. Until you partner up with the cute nerd in your class.
WC: 2.1k
Note: eee finally posting my fics lolol I'm so nervous but so excited too :') I feel like this is so short, but I wanna stretch this out into at least two posts. Any and all feedback is appreciated!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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You sighed as your phone's alarm went off. Looking at the screen, it reads 8:00 am. Not like you got any sleep anyway, considering how your anxious thoughts kept you up all night.
Today marked the start of the fall semester of your sophomore year of college. You’d think that after nearly 20 years of living and going to school for however long, the first days weren’t that anxiety-inducing, alas, your brain didn’t exactly get that memo.
As you got out of bed and ready for the day, your thoughts swarmed with everything that could go wrong. What if you walked into the wrong classroom and didn’t notice until the class already started? What if you couldn’t even find the room at all? What if your schedule was actually wrong and you’re meant to go to your Wednesday class instead, despite it being a Monday?
As you brushed your teeth and contemplated your timely demise in your dorm room's bathroom (thankfully, you had not only a solo dorm, but one with its own in-unit bathroom), you tried to redirect your thoughts into what positives might come out of today.
Maybe you’d meet a new friend, or you’d really like your professors. Maybe you’d even meet a cute guy or girl. It’s been years since you've actually talked to someone romantically; maybe the universe will finally send someone your way. That’s just hopeful thinking, though.
As the clock struck 8:30 am, you pulled on your shoes and went out the door. Making your way down and outside your dorm’s building for your first class of the day. For some reason, your past self decided that having a 9 am Intro to Lyrical Analysis class on a Monday was a good idea. (In reality, it was the only time slot that worked with the rest of your schedule.)
You thankfully made it to the classes building easily, and even found the classroom with 15 minutes to spare. The classroom was pretty small, similar to a high school classroom. You took one of the seats near the back of the class, slipping on your headphones as you waited for the class to begin.
As more people flooded into the classroom, you felt your heart rate speed up a little. There goes your brain with making up unlikely, yet anxiety-inducing, scenarios. What if you fell out of your chair randomly and everyone pointed and laughed at you? What if the professor called you out by name because they somehow saw those two failed classes in your school’s account? What if-
Your thoughts were cut off as someone sat down a seat away from you, being one of the only open seats left in the room. You saw the professor clear her throat, taking that as a signal that the class would start soon. You pulled off your headphones and sat up straight.
You took a second to look at the person who sat next to you in your peripheral vision. He had on a dark green hoodie with some kind of graphic on the back, which looked like flowers of some kind. He wore a black hat, the bill sticking out from the hood of his hoodie. It looks like he was wearing glasses too, though it was kind of hard to tell without looking directly.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem like the type to try to strike up a conversation, which you were grateful for. You turned your focus back to the professor who had started talking. As it’s the first day of the semester, the main topic of the day was the syllabus for the class. Good thing you already went over it online the night before.
After the syllabus was gone over and all questions regarding the class and its workings were done, the professor said with a cheery voice and smile
“Alright! How about we do a little ice breaker?”
You felt your hands clam up immediately. You always hated icebreakers. You just hoped it would be something easy instead of needing to find a partner or something else ridiculous.
“Since it’s the first day, I won’t make you do anything crazy. Let’s just go around and say our names and favorite foods?”
You internally relaxed a bit. That was doable. You could do that. You had time to think over your answer, overthinking it to hell and back despite the question's simplicity.
As it neared your turn to speak, you fidgeted with your hands in your lap. Watching as everyone else introduced themselves. Sooner than later, it got to your table.
The man who sat next to you took what seemed like a slightly shaky breath before saying
“Uh, I’m Han Jisung.. and I like cheesecake”
This was the first time you actually got a good look at his face. He.. looked nice, you thought. His round cheeks puffed out a tiny bit as he slumped back down in his seat, turning his head to you as he finished.
You cleared your throat a little before introducing yourself to the class, repeating the answer you masterfully crafted in your head nearly 3 minutes ago flawlessly.
With you, the introductions ended. This led the professor to jump into the start of the first lesson. You pulled out your laptop to take notes as she began her lecture.
As the professor wrapped up the first half of the lesson, she dismissed the class. You packed up your things into your backpack before standing up and slinging it over your shoulder, and making your way out of the classroom. Putting your headphones back on, you scrolled through your phone until you landed on a certain playlist, letting the music wash away the last bits of anxiety that gnawed on you.
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After another class, you made it back into your dorm, flopping down onto your bed with a huff.
“Didn’t go too bad for the first day..” You sighed to yourself. Even though nothing exciting happened, you still felt exhausted. Your eyes drifted shut, lulling you into sleep as your body pressed against the sheets.
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The next two weeks of your classes had gone by pretty smoothly. Most of your professors were fairly laid-back, keeping the first few assignments short and simple. You’ve yet to make any friends, aside from exchanging emails for notes with a girl in your film theory class. Not that you minded much, you’ve always liked keeping to yourself better anyways.
You sat down in your usual seat with a huff. Even though most classes don't have assigned seats, everyone tends to stay in the same spot they chose the first class. That held true with your Intro to Lyrical Analysis class. You barely slept the previous night, your thoughts scrambled. You pushed off your headphones, setting them on the table as the professor spoke up.
“So-! We’re gonna be introducing our next assignment, and its our first partnered assignment too”
Your heart dropped. Partners? You haven’t made friends in this class. Not even anyone you could remotely call an acquaintance. You looked around the room, trying to notice if anyone else was having the same reaction as you. Suddenly your eyes caught sight of the man sitting a seat away from you, his hands fidgeting on the table.
He hadn’t changed his seat since the first class either. You haven’t spoken a word to each other either, aside from the introductions but that hardly counted. You figured it couldn’t hurt to ask to partner with him, since he was already sitting next to you anyways. Maybe he already had someone in mind to ask though?
You thought it over as the professor explained the outline of the assignment, ultimately deciding to wait a minute or two before asking, in case he did wish to partner with someone else.
The assignment itself was relatively simple. Each group of two people would be given a song and its genre to analyze. The genres ranged anywhere from country, to metal, to soft lofi pop.
Eventually the professor finished her spiel about the assignment, giving the go ahead to partner up before handing out the songs. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking a little in your lap as you looked around the room. Most people were in the same boat as you, trying to find someone to partner up with. You spoke, a little too quietly amidst the small classroom, to the man next to you.
“Wanna partner up.? since we already sit next to each other..” he turned to look at you, a flash of relief over his face at your words.
“Yeah, easier that way huh?” He smiled softly, releasing a quiet breathy laugh. “Want me to move to the seat next to you?”
You shook your head “Nah, I will” You quickly shuffled over to the next seat, now able to feel the warmth radiating from him. He mostly wore the same stuff every class. That being some variation of a hoodie and sweats, occasionally a hat. Not that you could say much though, as you didn’t put a whole lot of effort into your outfits for class either.
You spun your pencil in your fingers as you waited for the rest of the class to partner up.
“So.. Your name is.. shoot I remember it from introductions I swear-“ You grumbled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to recall his name
He chuckled “Han Jisung, don't worry, I don't remember your name either” He said with a slightly nervous tone, scratching the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush crept over his cheeks. You felt better to know that it wasn’t just you that sucked at remembering names. You quickly introduced yourself.
“What genre are you hoping to get?” You said as you rested your chin on your hand, propped up on the table by your elbow.
He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he thought, puffing his cheeks out slightly. “Uhm.. Probably rock? or a lofi pop vibe” He shrugged “I’d be happy with anything though, honestly”
You nodded in reply. You both spent the next few minutes talking about your favorite songs and artists until the professor cleared her throat and began to hand out the songs to each group.
Once she got to you, she jotted down your group and set down two sheets of paper in front of you. You grabbed them, handing one to Jisung as you skimmed it.
The song was "The Moon Will Sing" By the Crane Wives. Lucky to get a song you knew of. The professor walked back up to the front of the room, starting her instructions.
"So, this project is relatively simple. However, you won't have enough time to complete this in class, so you and your partner will have to meet up outside of lecture time to complete it. Due date is in two weeks"
She explained the main points that the analysis should make, even showing an example project. 'This shouldn't be too difficult..' You thought to yourself.
After the professor finished, Jisung turned to you.
"Have you heard this song before?" He asked, his eyebrow quirked up.
"Yeah, it's in my playlist. Kinda surprised this was one of the songs though, I figured they'd all be popular stuff." You shrugged "Have you?"
He shook his head. "No, but the lyrics are good.." He mumbled slightly as he looked back down at the paper. You pulled out a spare pair of earbuds from your backpack, plugging them into your phone. You handed him one of the earbuds, putting the other in your ear.
"Here, we can listen to it. The melodies are really nice, and the lyrics are a lot more impactful when actually listening to them." He quickly grabbed the other, putting it in his own ear, leaning a bit closer to you thanks to the wire.
You spend the next few minutes listening silently, subconsciously leaning a little closer until your shoulders are touching. His warmth and scent invading your space. A light pink dusts your cheeks from the proximity.
As the song ends, you pull back. "See? It sounds so much more.. raw when you listen to the full song. It'll be fun to analyze deeper."
He agrees, pulling out his own phone and handing it to you. "Here, we'll need each other's numbers to work on the project so.." You stumble over your words slightly as you take his phone, putting in your number. You set your name and hand it back to him, handing over your phone to do the same.
He hands your phone back right as the class ends, he stands up and grabs his bag.
"I'll text you later, to.. um.. You know, figure out when we can meet up to work on it."
"Yeah! sounds good." You replied, looking down at your phone as he walked out of the room. Seeing that he set his contact to "Jisung :)", you smiled a little to yourself.
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