- “Ah-fuck,” he breathed heavily. His hips moving slowly but deeply inside of you, hitting each spot with such ease. The intimacy eating both of you alive. “D-do good, Jagi.” Korean accent lingering thick on his tongue as his head falls into the crook of your neck, fingers tangled in your already messed-up hair. You can tell he’s getting close, the pace starting to speed up. Whimpers and shared breaths bounce off the walls, and his fingers intertwined with yours. “Neomu joh-a..gal geos gat-a…b-baby” “Need you so bad.” Voice cracking while sweet words leave his mouth. You can feel your stomach start to coil, orgasm getting close. “S-so close, mm feels so good min.” Words tingling in his ear as the pace starts to become less coordinated. lewd sounds of sticky skin fill the shared room. He pulls his lips to your ear, his eyes full of desire and hunger. “Come with me, Jagiya.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚒-𝚎𝚞𝚗

Imagine in a school scenario, where’s Sieun was studying and you were sitting right next to him. You came poking him.

Then he turns to you, “What do you want?”

You let your hand to him as you waited for his reaction, curling your open fingers to him while you smile.

“Y/N, what’s this about?”

You didn’t answer, you were just looking at him with happy glance.

“I do not understand what you’re trying to do with your hand.”

Sieun sighs and started holding your hand gently with his soft touch from his fingertips. Then he fastened in holding his hand together with you.

He founded weirdly comforting since you always like holding hands with him, but on second thought he totally release your hand away from his.

Then you watch him taking out his pencil case and gave you a pencil, “I brought the exact replica when you needed it just in case.”

You gotten silent and thought back about how he fights with a pencil towards others.

“Right… thanks…”

Then he went back studying, only for you to hear him.

“I love you.”

The fact he didn’t look at you at all but you were leaving a little smile from your face.

𝙰𝚑𝚗 𝚂𝚞-𝚑𝚘

You were walking by and Suho waited for you.

“Y/N!”

Then you come over with a smile, having his hands on his pockets at all times.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah, come on,” he said, “I’m giving you a ride.”

You pout while thinking as you lay a hand towards at him.

“So—” he stop and stared at you in confuse, “what’s this?”

You were moving your hand around for nothing than just answering his question. But he quickly put your hand down and put his helmet towards your head.

You came sighing while Suho get onto his motorbike, “Get in here.”

Well… he doesn’t notice why and just ignores it, but anyways Suho just drove you to your house anyways.

𝙾𝚑 𝙱𝚎𝚘𝚖-𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔

Casually, adjusting his glasses and shift. He stares down at your hand and confuse from your questionable way of giving, so he just came swinging your hand then held your hand as you two walk, in swinging hands together left and right.

That’s all.

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙷𝚞-𝚖𝚒𝚗

“Hey-o!”

He goes for a up high down low, high-five, and ended with a fist bump.

“How’s my girlfriend doing, good?”

What a friendly way to know that you’re in a relationship with a very approachable man, usually forgot that you used to be friends with him at that time.

𝙶𝚘 𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗-𝚝𝚊𝚔

Outside and hands make him flinch for nothing, just stare back at you then suddenly he comes there.

Caressing softly towards your knuckles and kiss it.

“Let’s move along,” he told you.

Then you guys continue walking away in holding hands.

𝚂𝚎𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚗-𝚝𝚊𝚎

Clearly, smiling at you so brightly in kissing your knuckles and held both of your hands. In swinging around so childish, left and right while he laughs happily, yet so cute and sweet from him, just the most precious, sunshine boy you ever love dearly.

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚋𝚒𝚗

This dumbass would be staring for one minute at your hand, then he finally move and hold your hand awkwardly. “Am I doing it right?”

“Clearly, dumbass.”

“I’m trying, you bitch,” he spoke back to you. “I ain’t knowing how to treat a nice girl who had a kind soul.”

“What, so you have a dark soul for a person, who acted so dumb right now that you were the guy who always fall over heels for me?”

“Oh shut up!”

You laughed.

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘-𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

You were passing him a bottle of water, as he was wiping the sweat from his temples, sitting down.

“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” he smiles at you. Then he drink a bottle of water as he lay it down on the floor, but you were still standing there right in front of him.

Smiling at him.

“Hmm?”

Then he stare down at your hand and Wooyoung slowly smiles.

“What’s the occasion?”

As he plays around with your hand then pulled you into his lap.

You were completely giving a sign by your seductive gaze, while he kisses your wrist then so suddenly his eyes darkened. “I see…” he smirks and lifted up your dress, just to grope your ass and go under your panties in having a better grope on that sweet ass.

He kiss you as his other hand drags up to untie that top, then his hand also untie to your bottom. Specifically, you’re a bikini underneath that dress.

Aside from it, Wooyoung is enjoying some company with you.

𝙽𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚎𝚔-𝚓𝚒𝚗

Not the type to be doing this.

You trying to make a cute gesture just to grab his attention so innocently, when all he does was avoiding you and your attention.

You just pout and the fact he was so busy all over the place. The only thing he did was peck you on the forehead or on the cheek, Baekjin was grabbing avoidance in telling you. “Not the time, Y/N.”

Another.

“I apologize but I’m too busy.”

Then another.

“Baby, I need some space, I promise I’ll have time with you.”

You’ve grown to be a little uninterested with giving the hand and see what he does. But my god, you’re still together just for him to turn out as a workaholic.

By that day.

He was walking to the door, “I’m leaving,” he said, “I love you.”

You look down while you’re doing something in kitchen.

“Yes,” you spoke back out loud.

Baekjin was about to leave but then he sense the tone from your voice.

“Honey, are you gonna respond back to me after I said I love you?”

“Hmm… hm… also, don’t forget to bring your umbrella, it’s going to rain after work. Bye, hun.”

Baekjin didn’t want to bother you and grab the umbrella and left.

But after work, he came back a bit early and stepping into the house. A bit wet from his clothes and hair.

“You came a bit early, did something happen?”

“No, the rain is pretty strong and that I don’t want the umbrella to snap, plus I’m wet.”

You start to act cold and scoffs out of pity. “Too bad, you could’ve worked that longer enough and I would’ve been sleeping in the bed at night.”

Baekjin was caught off guard by your tone of voice, that it sounded so bitter and a bit like it was his fault. His irritated and furious smile come approach, just as he scoff. Coming around to the kitchen busy.

“Y/N?”

“Eh?”

You gave him that look.

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“No, but would you excuse me, I’m busy.”

Now looking back where he felt he heard that word everyday.

“Is it because I’m busy in not giving you attention?”

“No,” you said, grabbing the ingredients then asks, “also, can you pass me the salt from the top cabinet?”

Baekjin takes a deep breath and didn’t expected of you, in turning the table things around. Now, he is in this position whereas he wants your attention while you were too busy.

He took the salt of what you said and pass it to you. You placing the salt while you chopped down that loud.

“You’re mad at me.”

You didn’t respond back and kept cutting the vegetables down.

“Alright, do what you want, not talking back to me or say something.”

It made him irritated by your change of attitude. Then you took your hand out and asks him to grab something, instead this kind of conversation that made him pissed off by you.

Baekjin keeps remembering why you always give your hand to him, now he knows why and so he sighs and end up kissing your knuckles. You rolled eyes and move the kiss away from your knuckles, makes him feel offended the way you act upon him.

“I’m asking you, Baekjin,” you said, moving the ingredients aside from another counter.

Yet, he didn’t move a slight.

“Okay, I can do this by myself then, if you excuse me.”

His eyes were shown so much anger as he grab your wrist so tight.

“Baekjin, let go.”

Then he pulled you back as he is getting tired of you, Baekjin carried you on top of the counter as it escalated so quickly that you start to tremble, in hearing the loud bang against the edge of the counter.

He deadly glares at you.

“Y/N, I’m trying to be patient with you as far as I want this relationship to go,” Baekjin said out low in annoyance. “Now, you keep acting like a bitch right now. And it makes want to throw a random asshole off the roof as much as I want to take my anger out of him.”

You gulped silently.

“I’m sorry, if I’m not that attentive to your needs as a boyfriend,” he start to spit out of it, sharping glare had made you intimidated. “But I’m trying to work here, I got plenty of shit and plenty of this goddamn rain in my hair. But do I give shit about this? No, I give a shit when it comes to you.”

“I-I didn’t expected you to snapped.”

“You think? It’s like you’re waiting for me to snap like a lunatic!”

“Sorry…”

Baekjin heavy sigh and fixed his hair up, then he notice his hand were on your thigh. He turn to you with a cold glare as he remove his leather jacket, then he kissed you as his hands dragged down to your ass, and grabbed you closer to him.

“B-Baekjin! W-Wait!”

Then he goes whispering to you.

“I’m overly stressed today, will you just stay there and do as I say?”

As you notice him going under your over size shirt in gripping your thighs. Until this night you’ll never forget how your voice start to sore.

𝙶𝚎𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐-𝚓𝚎

Him playing games all the time.

Which he clearly is too focused around, your first attempt was coming towards him yet he slaps the shit out of your hand, then focus on his computer.

It caught you off guard just seeing how he acts like he doesn’t give a shit about you, so you just walked away. Leaving him snorting and cackling for nothing, “Who the fuck was she doing out there?”

You come another but he yawns and gesturing you in go away, then he pointed at his headphones and computer. Makes you scoffs in annoyance as you walked away. “What was she supposed to do about it?”

Third time, you come there, then he held your hand but slaps it away.

“What the fuck.”

“I don’t know man,” he laughs, “she just wants my attention with her damn hand in the way.”

“Hmph!”

“There she goes walking out of that door.”

After you left, he was pretending to talk to someone, when he really knows and wants to screw around with you.

You come another.

“There she goes again, walking around like a clueless little kitten,” he said, “seriously, what was she on about?”

“Eh?”

“I mean clearly she’s so fucking annoying.”

“Hey!”

“No, dude, she’s just very desperate and needy and all she wants was to get gagged on my dick.”

“Seongje!”

You were about to come around, but then you were tripped on his damn sock. All you see was a mess on the floor.

“Man, am I really just unlucky?” he spoke sarcastically. “Look at her she’s so clumsy, like a damn pretty little miss naive girl.”

“Who the hell are you talking to?”

“You know what I want from her, I want her to be dolled up and I want myself to get laid, while she’s riding.”

You blushed.

“Seongje!”

He laughs.

“I remember during that night, when I was behind her in just wanting to see that pretty little ass hanging, just slapping her ass. You know I’m just lucky she still loves me, even though I’m just an asshole.”

“Seongje!”

You get up while feeling a bit sore from your leg and stumble.

“Wow, she came back standing with sore legs like how I made her unable to walk,” he sighs, “second round, would perhaps put her down in bed, maybe?”

“Who the hell are you talking to?!”

“You know what I like? I like how she admits defeat in everything I say?”

He pouts.

“I keep hearing her moaning in her room, she probably must’ve been thinking about me all day. Her using a goddamn toy for her pleasures,” he laughs.

You were felt humiliated and ran up to him, so he paused the game but keep on lying to you, by talking to someone as he turn his office chair around, leaving you blocked.

“I hate to admit, I like her intensive moans and her whining,” he proceed talking to nobody. “She’s cute and more of a slut, I mean I fuck her real good like I’m a damn dog going feral.”

“Hey Seongje!”

He moves his chair around.

“I like how immaculate her tits is, it’s fucking hot when she put it over my dick with an innocent look,” Seongje sighs. “She’s so freaky in bed.”

You were speechless and embarrassed as you thought he was talking to somebody in his game.

“You know what I also did?”

You watch him creating a peace sign and stick his tongue and move.

“You perv!”

“I lick her so softly and it’s nothing than just that, she always calls my name whenever I hit it, eventually makes a mess at my lenses and face from her squirting.”

You facepalm yourself and felt tired to deal with this while he laughs.

“It looks like she’s embarrassed that I’m talking about how she didn’t know, I wasn’t talking to anyone on my headphones about our sex.”

You were fooled hard and furious at him, then he turns his chair to you while he laughs, removing his headphone.

“Gotcha’!” he jokes around with you.“You think I was that open about our sexual nights in bed?”

You clenched your hands into a ball and glare, then you quickly grabbed his headphone and smack his head. “Fuck you!” you yelled, while he laughs. “You give me a second hand embarrassment!”

You walked away and he gets off his seat and come around, “Oh, come on, it was just a prank.”

“That you kept talking nonstop of nobody about the time you and I had sex?!”

“What? It’s like I was just talking to you on the headphones,” he laughs and thought back. “About how you and I had sex all the time in some occasions.”

“Seongje! Just shut up!”

“Why do you act so grossed out?” he hugs you to the side, kissing on the cheek as you move your head away. “You know it’s just the two of us.”

As he kept kissing you on the cheek, but you seem so avoided by him, “Just stop it!” then you felt his hand around your waist, you move his hand away and attempted to walk away.

“Oh don’t walk away from me.”

He pulled you as you were twirl around back to him. Wrapping his hands around from the behind while you rolled your eyes, hearing him giggling like a child.

“After you were trying to annoy me, am I gonna let you go?”

You watched his hands going under your shirt and pants.

“S-Seong—”

You gasp heavily, and looking down at his hand touching around your sensitive area, then his hand squeeze around your tits underneath your bra. He kissed you but you tried to resist, yet give up so easily as you held onto his hand, who’s touching the sensitive area and that you moan.

“You can’t be mad at me, baby, I have all the time knowing you were just a slut who wants attention.”

★ juntae

gets flustered every time you surprise hug him, but gleefully returns the act. loves being wrapped up in your arms, and often times falls asleep in them; his face snuggled against your neck. is shy when it comes to kisses, but never backs away when offered. another one who's embarrassed when with his friends, but still let's you love on him regardless.

★ gotak

the only thing that makes him shy is when you trace his features, and he couldn't tell you why. absolutely adores when you wrap your arms around his neck opposed to his waist, and never misses the chance to squeeze you. gotak, honestly, kisses you just as much as you kiss him; he can't seem to get enough.

★ baku

eats it up every time. your affection is like medicine to him, so he will never refuse a hug or a kiss. loves when you run your fingers through his hair because of how soothing it is, works wonders for his nervous system. he doesn't get shy about your affectionate tendencies, no matter where you are or who you're with; and in fact uses it to tease his single friends.

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 YEON SIEUN. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 AHN SUHO. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 OH BEOMSEOK. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 GO HYUNTAK. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 PARK HUMIN. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 SEO JUNTAE. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

.𖥔 GEUM SEONGJE. *.•

——————————- .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ————————————

this is so corny bru😭

Yeon sieoun..

isn't the type to go out of his way to plan/invite people or go out with friends..normally, you're the one planning them. (or moreso, dragging him outta his house) and don't get me wrong, he doesn't hate you or anything. He actually quite enjoys your company. But you, not knowing that, are shocked when you see him in ur doorway with a plastic bag full of what you can only assume is… “Food.”

“Hi?” You look at him, confused to say the least. Maybe a little excited as well? “Why did you bring me food?”

He looks at you with the most sincere, Sieun look ever and says, “I missed you.”

Now definitely shocked, you don't deny him entry, nor do you speak up about how strange he can be to show you he cares.(awe how sweet)

Ahn suho..

IS however, the type to show up unannounced. Whether by accident or on purpose. Maybe he just got the address wrong, maybe he didn't but you nor your family ordered out so.. BUT HEY! he shows up, WITH FOOD I MIGHT ADD!!! And that counts for something!!

And the funny thing is, the reasoning changes every time:

“I got the address wrong..”

“I wanted to watch TV at your house…specifically.”

“I HAD!!! to show you this crazy funny video.”

And each time, without fail!!! This guy slithers on into your house and plops himself down on your bed, in your room, eating your snacks. and im afraid you just let him do as he pleases..

(In the case he repays in food and kisses ofc)

Oh Beomsok..

isn't the type to visit often, but he makes an effort to try!! He's got your schedule on lockdown however!! He comes over when it's just right for you. Like, let's say you've got cram school and are out late, he's waiting at your front door with a homemade bento and some sleeping meds(incase you fall asleep too late!!) Or you're a homebody, and your family went out for the weekend. He's on his way with some blankets and your favorite snacks.

“I brought you some food since I knew you'd be home alone, I hope that's alright..!”

Park humin…

Is the KING of showing up unannounced. And you expect it, like to the point where you're lowkey on guard by the door 24/7 in case he decides to make his presence known in your humble abode. It's gotten to the point in which your family even mentions him randomly..! “Where is Humin today! No special appearance huh?” your mother would ask, even your little siblings wonder where their “big awesome older brother” is.

And as if he was summoned, you hear his heavy ahh hand knocking gently as he can on your door, asking for the “great, almighty and dear [name]” to “please step forward and accept the awesome and super duper great Park humin” into your household.

Go hyuntak..

Is really bad at doing this I'm afraid.. and not that he'd want to anyways!!! He's always letting you know when he wants to come over and see you. But sometimes, on very rare occasions, he'll show up at your house empty handed and (distract) kiss you on his way in and make himself comfy on your couch.

“Let's watch a movie together, kay? ..no…i didn't barge in unannounced and unwelcomed, you saw me at the door then let me in?” He says as he wraps himself in your blankets and turns on the TV.

Seo juntae..

always lets you know when he's on his way. Or if he's at all invited, he never wants to show up in the case that you're not up for it or don't even want to see him.

“ah!! It's fine, I'll just drop off the food I bought for you no worries!” he'd say over the phone after you told him you're too tired for anymore social interactions.

“Maybe later, like! Later, later, I can come over and hang out with you..? Maybe?”

“Perchance..”

It had been a while since you and juntae had started dating. The semester had started once again, meaning you visited his side of the campus more and more on your days off. He visited your side almost everyday when you were there, always making sure to grab lunch with you or at least bring you snacks when you were studying. He was the sweetest, even more than you could’ve imagined. Of course people that didn’t know you two were surprised when you started dating each other. Who would expect a nerdy anime guy to get with someone like you? You would always defend him when someone would question him or your relationship. You didn’t play about him, especially since you were way more outspoken than he was, you weren’t gonna let anyone say anything bad about him.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Juntae, you can’t let people talk bad about you, you know I’m not that much different than you no matter what others say. Stick up for yourself.”

You said as you walked him hand in hand, Angry about something that had happened earlier on the date you were currently on.

“It’s not a big deal. It doesn’t upset me.”

He shrugged it off. Pushing up his glasses before he stopped walking before he turned to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m used to it, the gossip that I’m not good enough for you, the talks about my interests and other things. It’s ok, so please stop letting it bother you. I have you, and that’s all that matters to me. You matter and mean so much more to me than those randoms.”

He said with a reassuring smile on his face.

Oh gosh. You wanted to get upset again but you possible couldn’t. He was looking at you with the most sincere face ever, it was like the sunlight was reflecting off of him. All you could do was pout and turn away from him.

“Come on, let’s not let some people ruin this date, we can still enjoy the things you want to do. We can go eat more, go to the pop ups you want to see, and shopping, so cheer up.”

You nodded. You couldn’t say anything back because you could feel that dry feeling in your throat from holding yourself back from getting upset. The last thing you would want to do is make juntae feel bad or less than. It was clear he didn’t care but it meant alot to you.

Juntae knows you, he’s known you for way too long to not know that you were still upset, he sighed before he brought you into a hug, his hand going to your head and petting you as he reassured you once again.

“I promise I’m not upset, I know you’re still thinking about it. I’m not upset, I swear on my favorite manga collection.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, swearing on a manga collection? Seriously? You looked at him with a smile, you couldn’t possibly continue to be upset when you have such a teddy bear in front of you.

You pulled away from the hug and let out a sigh.

“You’re right, i was saving this for later but here.”

You look into your bag before pulling out two keychains, characters from his current favorite show dangled in front of him. Something he liked and something you liked in one.

“I wanted to get something that represented us, I know you like these characters and you know how much I love keychains so..I brought these.”

His eye lit up with joy before he reached for one of the characters. He held it in his hand for a minute before giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He was happy with this gift, though it was little it meant a lot to him. It’s not the first time you’ve brought him a gift but this time it felt different. It was something that could remind him of both of you. Your love for keychains, and his love for anime. The small action meant a lot.

“Thank you.”

He said softly while looking at you and the keychain he held. He rushed to take his phone out of his pocket, making you pose with your keychain for a photo. It’s unsure how many photos he took in that moment but you were sure it was a lot. You soon took out your phone to do the same for him, making him do random poses, some being the oddest thing you could imagine someone doing on the sidewalk. He joined you for the final picture, both of you held your keychains in hand. The picture of your keychains on your hand with the contrasting shoes were cute. You both soon continued your walk to the next destination as you scrolled at the pictures you had just took.

“Look how cute you are Tae, you’re making me mad I just wanna keep you in my closet forever.”

You said as the grip you had on his hand tightened.

“That’s—? ok.”

He questioned before agreeing with your statement, realizing you were just having a moment.

As you arrived at the cutely decorated cat themed cafe you sat down at a table as he went to go order the drinks. When you sat down you picked your favorite picture of him that you had just taken, setting it as your wallpaper. He soon returned to the table with two drinks, and sat down.

“Look. Ahh~ you’re so cute”

You turned your phone towards him to show the newly set wallpaper. He smiled before turning his phone around to show that he had just did the same thing while he was waiting for the drinks.

“Tae. How can my day ever be bad when I’m with you.”

You smiled before sipping. Whenever you’re with him, things just go right.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

The rest of the date was amazing, visiting popups for favorite shows or artist, going shopping for new manga, figures, and other things, and finally ending the night with taking pictures in a Photo Booth. This was a reminder that you can’t let yourself overthink about what others say about you two, because at the end of the day Juntae will always be there by your side.

౨ৎ​🇾​​🇪​​🇴​​🇳​ ​🇸​​🇮​-​🇪​​🇺​​🇳​౨ৎ

“Yeon Sieun!”

“Yeon Sieun!”

You snapped your fingers at him as he wake up exhausted. “Is there something going on at home? Sleeping? Stressed perhaps?”

“Noona… I’m sorry,” he bow his head down with genuine sorrow.

You heavy sighs, “Well, it’s been every week since you came to me for tutoring, but… I think it’s time that you need to take a rest. Don’t worry about the deadline, you’ll just take a nice rest, okay?”

“Noona—”

You cut him off and come towards him, shushing him as your hands began placing towards his face softly. His eyes tiring like a little tired puppy.

“Go sleep in the couch, okay?” you told him, and he nods as you grab a blanket. “I’ll make some green tea.” You left to make green tea.

You came back and offer him some green tea as you pat his head, then moments later, he fall asleep just then he left you with a word: “I love you, Noona…”

You slowly smile and move a strand out from his face and kissed him on the cheek, “Love you too… I’ll wake up in six minutes,” you softly said.

౨ৎ​🇦​​🇭​​🇳​ ​🇸​​🇺​-​🇭​​🇴​౨ৎ

“Noona! Just give me more five minutes!”

“No, you got a job to do, you lazy head!”

You were pulling his arm up from the bed, struggling to get him off.

“Why today?!” he dramatically.

As you were dropped to the floor from his strength, Suho immediately gets up from the bed. “Noona!”

He gets worried and that you were dropped and slightly hurt your knees, you look at him in glare, pulling his ear, “Don’t just look at me like that! Dumbass!”

“I thought you were easily injured.”

But you kept punching his ear, “Does it look like I’m going to die from tripping, I’m only three years older than you! I’m not gonna fucking see the light of my death.”

“Ow! Ow!”

“Now get back to work, lazy head!”

“Why you so mean?!”

“I can’t believe I had a lazy boyfriend who’s three years younger than me, keep it together, Suho!”

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“Noona!”

He came by at the coffee shop, then you stopped and saw him with familiarity. “Oh Beomseok?!” you were surprised who showed up. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came by after seeing someone I know for years,” he said, awkwardly adjusting my glasses.

“You know… we go way back, I remember you were just so little compared to me,” as you started clenching your teeth. “Unlike those jerks…”

Beomseok felt quiet and awkward to see you around in such a while.

“So how’s your day going ay?”

“I got transferred to another school,” he immediately answered.

“Again? I swear those assholes keep pushing you, huh?” you knew what this is about. “And don’t get me started on about this father of yours, I mean… did he ever done it again?”

“Noona, those annoying fucks from my father, are gonna look at us,” he whispered.

You scoffs and smiled in annoyance, “God, why does it have to be with your father, Oh Jiwon, for fuck sake,” you quietly said. You take a deep breath and sigh, you then make him his favourite coffee for free and gave him some. “Coffee is on the house, okay? Call me if there’s trouble.”

He nodded and slowly smiles, “Thank you,” how bow his head down.

“So you have any friends?”

“Yeah… I had…”

You nod and smile, but eventually it ruined the mood when his assistant was watching over. “First of all, we need to do something about your father’s assistant?”

“Don’t bother him, just act normal.”

“Okay… since it isn’t quite that busy today, do you wanna talk about something, you know I’m here.”

“I… I liked that, Noona.”

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“Noona! Noona! Noona!”

He whines and feeling tortured over cleaning the house. You would sometimes warn him with a slap towards his head as you gone mad.

“I told you to clean up the dishes, do damn laundry, clean the bathroom, and even folding up the bedroom! What do I get a man eating his butt load of chicken with greasy damn hands on the living room!”

“I’m sorry! Please! I wouldn’t do it again!”

He ugly cried, “Why are you punishing me like a kid?! What did I do to deserve this!”

“You gonna learn when to clean after yourself, kids this days, don’t know when to clean their shit up!”

“Noona! Noona!” he dramatically cried your name.

While you rolled your eyes and walk off just like he thought you would be.

“Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me!”

Eventually, you come back with a pack of chicken as you pass it to him. Baku was confused.

“Eat it, you crybaby!”

Then his eyes softens and start crying out loud, dramatically. “Noona!”

“God, Humin! Just eat the damn chicken!”

“Do you love me?” he cried.

“Of course I do stupid.”

He was on his knees and hugged you and cries, you don’t know how to deal with this. “Humin! Humin!” as he look at you with tears as you feed him some chicken. “Humin stop crying, you’re making a mess on the damn carpet, god…” you hiss.

You sigh and told him, “Eat the whole chicken, Humin, and go back doing the chores.”

“Okay… Noona!” he whines.

“Stop whining, you’re a grown man, god, it’s like that with you since high school.”

As he move his hand away, then you squat down and give him a peck on the lips and wipe his tears. “Stop crying okay.”

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“Ow! Ow! Ow! Noona! Noona!”

You pulled him by the ear after he got into a fight. You were completely disappointed in him, punching the bridge of your nose. You release his ear while he pout at you.

“What did I told you about fighting and getting in the way?!”

“Don’t get involved?”

“Exactly!” you furiously replied, crossing your hands.

“But I was just trying to protect you! You know what those guys do?”

You sigh in frustration.

“Hyuntak, I can take care of myself, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. God, do you seem like I was about to die first in your life?”

“N-No, I just… I love you, you know, I just don’t want you to get yourself into… those people…”

“Baby, I’m fine, I had a pepper spray myself, I can defend myself.”

“But still.”

You hugged him, “I know, I know.”

As he hug back, placing his head towards your shoulder. You sigh and pat his back.

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Juntae saw you sitting by the bench as he immediately smiles, like a little puppy and so he ran to you and shouted, “Noona! Noona!”

You turn to him, “Juntae! Juntae!”

As he brought a bouquet of flowers.

“Ah… Juntae, you should’ve had…” you were surprised and took the bouquet of flowers, smiling at him.

“Oh,” then he take out a milk box for each other, “I also brought milk.”

“Juntae, now I feel bad for not bringing something for you,” you pout and place your hand towards his face as you caressed.

“Don’t worry about me, Noona, as long as you’re happy.”

You laughed and kiss him.

“But you work so hard just for me.”

“How about next time… you will?” he smiled at you.

You laughed again and open the milk as you drank.

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“What the fuck did you just do?!”

You were furious, unlike your body start to boiled up.

“I beat an old man up because he wouldn’t shut up!”

You immediately slapped his face that hard and you grit your teeth.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Mind your words! Why wouldn’t you respect an elder, what about me? Take that for an example! I am older than you! Would you that, you despicable brat!”

He was about to open his mouth, but you pulled his ear as you come where you saw the old man being beaten.

“You’re not my mom!”

“Get your senses, you punk!”

At the old man’s house, you first apologized for Yeongbin’s behaviour. So, you smack him in the head and forced him to bow his head down with sincere apology, which the old men was too nice that he immediately forgive.

Afterwards, he felt guilty while you walked away this fast that he can’t catch up with you.

“Noona!”

You turn to him with a glare.

“You better learn some manners and be a man for once! You fucker! Mind if I told your mother how you did, you want that!”

“N-No!” he shook his head. “But I’m sorry.”

“You better be, you would’ve treat me shit since we were in the same class, and make fun of me that I’m more older than you.”

“I’m not making fun of me, I should’ve been more polite beside how you’re much mature and older than me.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away.

“Why the fuck are you still standing there, come on, you brat!”

He ran up to you like a lost kid, makes you wonder why he even liked you at first.

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“Noona! My lady!” he laughed confidently, smirking at you.

You forced smile after you showed up at the boxing gym. “Kang Wooyoung, what a surprise…”

“Here for boxing?”

“Well… I haven’t been here for four years, would’ve been surprise that you were there after you got beaten by another MMA fighter.”

“Is that a way to downgrade me for all this time?”

“Ever since you showed up at the convenient store, it would’ve been so obvious of how kids this days had gone to the hole of shit.”

He laughed, “Let’s talk maybe, huh? I’m feeling like talking more than punching your face.”

“Is that a way to speak to an elder?”

“You’re a young Noona,” he laughed, placing his fingers right at your chin to look at him. “Still I have morals to think before I wanted to,” as he was close to you and quietly whispers. “Sometimes, I really want you, Noona.”

You were looking down at his lips and back to him.

“How about you’ll stay here with me, we can make things fun,” he said, giving a quick kiss at your lips.

You sighs and rolled your eyes, moving his hand away from your face. “How about you stop flirting me out like this.”

“Okay… okay,” he laughs.

While you flip him off in the end.

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I feel like Baekjin could only see you and remind you of his mother, aside that you’re only three years older than him.

When he first saw you, it’s likely that you dropped a bag of groceries on the way. Until then, he saw you reminded him of so much, like his mother that guessing that he flee away immediately.

Even at another time, eventually he showed up at the convenient store just to grab something. At sometime, you eventually talk to him with a big smile, makes him reminded of his own mother.

During rainy days, he was sitting there all wet and that at the moment it felt like his feelings were reciprocated. You saw him by, so approach to him and said, “Baekjin?”

He turns to you with wet hair covered up from his face, you sigh and brought a handkerchief, putting the umbrella over him in being protected as you start wiping his face off. “You should’ve bring an umbrella,” then you pass him from yours.

He looks like a stray dog in the way, as you were there just to give him something. That’s when he knew at first from you, you were mature and nice.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, with a big smile and put on a hoodie and just ran away. “Eek! Wet! Wet! Wet!”

You managed to make him laughed which it cough him off guard.

Two weeks later, it’s raining at some point after work, you seem to forgot that you gave Baekjin the umbrella. You sigh, “Well, I’m just gonna run one-o-one,” but then Baekjin showed up behind you. You turn to him.

“Noona, you should’ve bring in an umbrella just in case,” he said, giving back your umbrella as he brought his own. Then walked out of your sight.

Eventually you ran up to him, “Baekjin, don’t just walked away from me!”

He doesn’t know what he was doing, rather he stand there and not walked away, only you who come there and dropped your umbrella and hugged him from the behind.

“Don’t leave…”

He didn’t answer you and stayed quiet.

Another week later, you were standing there feeling cold as you were waiting for Baekjin. He came from the behind, putting his leather jacket over you.

“Ready?” you asks him, only leaving him with a nod.

Then he noticed you were hiding something, as you guys went to a restaurant that just open. You two were having this little date and you were smiling at him, and he awkwardly smiled back but frown back in eating his food.

Baekjin heavy sigh and said, “I love you…”

You giggled and smiled brighter, “You should smile more.”

His eyes softened and act confused, like a little stray puppy who only acts cold and violent around others, except when it’s you.

“Oh! I forgot something!” you smiled and take out was a weird shaped gift wrapped present in a bag.

He really is confused and look at you with a cold stare, “It’s not my birthday.” After he got the present from you.

“Come on, just open it!”

Baekjin had been raised as an orphan and probably he never had anyone given a present. Looking back, he grab the present and tear it slowly and it was a jacket with golden stripe in it. He felt speechless.

“So what do you think? It’s fine, I’ll just—”

“Noona, it’s nice…”

“Try it, I’m not sure if I got the right size for you.”

Baekjin tried it on and it was a perfect fit.

You place your cheeks towards your palms and smile, “Wow, so handsome.”

He cleared his throat and blush a little while you laughed as flustered face.

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In this relationship, he is the immature chaotic boyfriend, who’s about three years younger than you, while you were the mature sometimes nonchalant girlfriend, who’s about three years older than you.

You two were like the opposite, and you manage pretty well when it comes to him screwing around like a kid. While you were chopping down the vegetables, Seongje be like punching the air at your face. You were sometimes patient and a bit furious.

Then he lend you a quick kiss at the cheek and ran away with a laugh. Of course, he is annoying and even he start calling you, “Noona! Noona! Noona!”

“What?”

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

“Noona!”

“Hmm?”

“Whatchu’ doing?”

“Cooking.”

“What are you cooking?”

You sigh and kept chopping even more faster.

“I’m making kimchi and cheese Korean dumplings, kimchi vegetarian fried rice, spicy gimmari fried seaweed rolls, a delicious asparagus pasta, and jjajangmyeon,” you answered. “Also they’re consist of vegetarian for dinner.”

Seongje just hugged you from the behind and rested his head towards your shoulder. “They’re delicious.”

“Aren’t you supposed to gaming while I’m finishing for dinner?”

He rest his chin towards your shoulder now, pouting like a child, “Ugh! I’m starting to feel bored when you’re not even giving me attention!”

You sigh and calmly replied, “Why not help me up with dinner.”

Clearly, he loves being babied, but not so much when it comes to you like you’re babysitting your damn boyfriend. He may act like your innocent, childish, and immature boyfriend.

But there were times when he keeps dirty talking with a straight face, and you just… facepalm yourself and listen everything he said over and over again.

He jokes around and laughs, to the point that he literally couldn’t resist himself by wanting to cup your breast under your shirt. Seongje just showed his true colours in wanting to fuck you while you were feeling embarrassed in making the mumbles.

Consider this, that he was likely horny when you assume to act much likely the same age as he is, mostly with how mature you are. He felt like he wanna see the side of you and hear you whining, when he was thrusting you. He always keep saying about what it feels like getting fucked with someone younger, you assume where that the case that you were likely horny for him too.

What’s making him turn on is when you praise him during oral sex, or even when it comes to doggy style.

“O-o-oh! Right there! That’s it… that’s it,” you moan, “fuck! Fuck! Such a good boy!” as you came rested towards the pillow while your ass bounces. “Oh Seongje! God, you’re so good! Harder please! Ah! S-Shit!”

He was groaning and kept the pace even further. You moan louder, “That’s my baby… my baby—S-Shit! I’m c-cumming…” you hiss, rolling your eyes. Then Seongje kissed you and pounded furthermore.

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ᯓ★ YEON SIEUN - he won’t, i’m sorry😭

- literally left on read😭

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ᯓ★ AHN SUHO

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ᯓ★ OH BEOMSEOK

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ᯓ★ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)

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ᯓ★ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)

(my man)

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ᯓ★ SEO JUNTAE

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ᯓ★ GEUM SEONGJE

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if you see the editing, you DON’T….🤫

.ᐟ YEON SIEUN

pretends he doesn't notice nor care, but will take sneaky glances at your clothed chest when he thinks you aren't paying attention. you're his first relationship so he's not sure what is/isn't allowed, can't tell if he's just being a creep or not. when you call him out on it he apologises straight away but finds himself staring a lot more frequently once he realises you don't mind.

.ᐟ AHN SUHO

shamelessly stares at your chest whenever he wants. you have to punch him in the arm or slap him on the back of the head when you notice he's stopped paying attention to what you're saying because he's too distracted by your boobs. he'll BEG you to send him pictures of your chest when he's feeling needy on a night and you aren't there, he doesn't care if you're shirtless or not - though his favourites are the pictures where you're showing off any new bras you bought.

.ᐟ OH BEOMSEOK

feels like a huge pervert but he finds his eyes glued to your chest more often than not. gets all jittery and flushes when he's around you, like he doesn't know what to do with himself because he's consumed with thoughts of what your breasts look like under your clothes. has to excuse himself sometimes, comes up with a lame story that you know isn't true, so that he can go and sort out his semi before it becomes a problem.

.ᐟ BAKU

practically drools on the spot like he's never seen a girl before. always coming up with ways to be closer to you, so that he can 'accidentally' brush against your chest with his arm or shoulder, thinks he's being so slick about it too as if you can't see the grin on his face everytime. almost cums on the spot when you eventually get tired of hearing his stupid reasons for needing to be next to you, so with a huff and an eye roll you grab his hand and place his open palm on your chest so he can cop a feel until he's satisfied.

.ᐟ GOTAK

nonchalant gimmick until he dies. he doesn't care about your big boobs at all, why would you think that? at least that's what he wants you to think. will use innocent pictures of you that he's pulled up on your social media to help him get off, laid in bed with his hand in his boxers and his eyes zoned in on your chest. feels like a huge creep after when the post nut clarity hits, but will do it again the next night.

.ᐟ SEO JUNTAE

this manga loving nerd is in heaven. he's spent years looking at 18+ manga/hentai comics that had girls with unrealistic body proportions play the starring role, so when he meets you and you look like you just walked out of one of his wet dreams, he's wondering what great deed he did in a past life to deserve you in this one. he's too shy to ask you if he can look/touch so instead he looks at girls in his books and guesses which one yours look like, using that to help him get to sleep at night.

.ᐟ GEUM SEONGJE

kind of a red flag but your boobs were what drew him to you in the first place. he can't even remember what you look like after your first encounter, spending the whole interaction with his eyes on your chest. doesn't need an excuse or reason to touch your boobs, will just come over and grope your breast with no shame (obviously with prior consent once you're officially his girlfriend). highkey his favourite place to finish, will pull out and paint your chest and take a picture after for him to look at whenever he's missing you.

.ᐟ NA BAEKJIN

juntae practically kicked open the door of the internet café, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“come on, it’ll be fun!” he insisted for the fifteenth time that afternoon, dragging gotak by the sleeve and waving for baku to hurry up.

baku just blinked at the rows of computers illuminated by neon lights.

“…this looks like a place where only losers hangout. no offense!” he whispered loudly.

gotak elbowed him. “shut up, it’s kinda cool.”

“you two act like you’ve never touched a computer,” juntae sighed, pushing his glasses up “just sit down. i already paid for three hours.”

three hours.

baku muttered something foul under his breath.

and of course — si-eun wasn’t with them.

he had strategically bailed twenty minutes earlier with a perfectly timed excuse “i’m going to see suho at the hospital.”

gotak and baku had to shut up immediately, because how were they going to say no to that?

so now it was just the three of them — two skeptics, and juntae vibrating in this place like a caffeinated moth.

they sat down, put on the uncomfortable café headsets, and clicked into their first game.

at first, gotak squinted at the screen like it was written in ancient greek.

“why’s this guy not moving?” he grumbled.

“you’re pressing the wrong keys,” juntae laughed “here—WASD. these ones. not… whatever you were doing.”

“i was doing that!”

“you were hitting caps lock.”

but then something in gotak clicked — his competitive streak lit up like a bonfire.

“MOVE—MOVE FASTER—JUNTAE HE’S ON MY TAIL—WHAT DO I PRESS TO THROW THE GRENADE?!”

“GOTAK, CALM DOWN—NO, NOT THAT—!”

“TAKE THAT, YOU NPC LOSER!”

juntae’s entire face lit up.

“YES! that’s it! THAT’S IT! GOTAK YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT THIS!”

they high-fived so hard the people at the next row jumped.

meanwhile, baku…

lost. every round. within ten seconds.

every. single. time.

baku slammed his mouse on the desk.

“okay, i’m telling you this game is rigged.”

“you just suck.” gotak snorted.

“you wanna say that again?” baku snapped, half-laughing, half-offended.

“you suck so much it’s impressive.”

“i’m gonna choke you.”

“shut up you two,” juntae giggled “baku, just—just give it a break. maybe… maybe gaming’s not your thing.”

“no shit,” baku muttered, stretching his hands “you two keep screaming together. i’m gonna… i dunno. look stuff up.”

“what stuff?” gotak asked.

“internet stuff!”

“that sounds suspicious…” juntae whispered.

“that is suspicious.” gotak agreed.

baku ignored them, clicking around his screen lazily. online forums, chat rooms, random games he instantly died in. boredom crept in fast.

then he clicked into a small chat server with soft pastel colors and cute pixel art.

the user list was basically empty.

except for one profile.

virtualangel₊˚✧

that profile had an avatar with a pixelated halo and two white wings, without any further details, no face, nothing.

just an angel made of glowing squares.

baku raised a brow.

“…kinda cute though.”

he hovered over the chat box.

the user was online — the little green dot blinking softly.

after a moment, he typed:

baku: uh… hi?

three dots appeared almost immediately.

and then the person behind the angelic avatar actually texted back.

baku slumped deeper into the computer chair with a newfound excitement, tapping his fingers on the desk before typing again.

baku: so uh. yeah. my friends ditched me to go scream at pixels

baku: i’ve got nothing to do for like… three hours

baku: wanna chat?

virtualangel₊˚✧: sure!

virtualangel₊˚✧: are your friends the reason you’re here?

baku snorted.

baku: yeah they’re idiots

baku: well, not si-eun, he’s like… smart as hell, scary smart

baku: gotak’s a meathead with a heart and juntae’s like a wet napkin but he tries

baku: they’re playing some game and screaming like toddlers rn

virtualangel₊˚✧: sounds… loud lol

baku: u have NO idea

you sent a little pixel gif of a laughing angel in response. baku stared at it for a moment, then grinned without meaning to.

virtualangel₊˚✧: so what do you do? besides dealing with them

baku cracked his knuckles dramatically.

baku: i’m park humin, but people call me baku!

baku: basketball team at eunjang high :D

baku: i’m kinda amazing at it ngl

baku: what about you?

he didn’t hesitate at all. as if giving a stranger his school, sport, and full name was completely normal.

virtualangel₊˚✧: you’re very confident haha

virtualangel₊˚✧: it’s… cute

baku nearly choked on his own spit.

baku: CUTE?? WHO??? ME???

baku: WAIT HOLD ON

baku: sorry

baku: okay ignore that

baku: what was the question??

and just like that minutes of chatting turned into hours.

he literally told you everything about himself.

stuff that normally would take him months to admit.

but with you — a faceless pixelated girl — he just talked.

about basketball.

about his friends.

about his dad’s restaurant.

about how he always gets into trouble because he can’t shut up when something’s unfair.

you kept asking small, careful questions, being genuinely interested in him.

virtualangel₊˚✧: what position do you play?

virtualangel₊˚✧: are your friends important to you?

virtualangel₊˚✧: do you like spending time with them, even if they’re loud?

and baku, sweet and reckless, answered every single one without a flicker of suspicion.

baku: power forward. i’m tall as hell! (181cm btw)

baku: and yeah ofc they’re important, they’re like… my people, yk?

baku: even when they’re annoying. which is always lolol

three hours later the café timer beeped.

gotak stretched his arms over his head.

“okay, i’m done! juntae, that was actually kinda fun.”

juntae practically sparkled. “i told you gaming is fun!”

baku didn’t move.

he didn’t blink.

he just continued typing.

baku: wait

baku: don’t go yet

baku: i still wanna talk

baku: hold on i can stay longer

juntae blinked, when he saw that baku was still seated, and didn’t exactly look like he was planning on standing up “…huh?”

gotak leaned over to see baku’s screen.

purchase additional hour?

— 5,000 won

he slapped baku on the back of the head so hard the headset almost flew off.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? we’re LEAVING.”

“ow—HEY!” baku clutched his head “i’m BUSY!”

“busy with WHAT?” gotak squinted at the pastel chat window “you’re talking to some… what is that? an angel emoji??”

“it’s not just an emoji!” baku barked, shielding the screen with his arms like a raccoon protecting its snacks “it’s— look, i dunno, okay?! my gut’s telling me that the person behind that angel is my soulmate!”

gotak stared.

“…your gut is stupid.”

“no it’s NOT. my gut is NEVER WRONG,” baku insisted loudly “it’s actually saying she’s a cute girl. like really cute. i can feel it.”

juntae nearly choked on his own breath “you deducted this from a pixelated avatar?!”

“YES.”

“you’re insane.” gotak declared.

baku clicked purchase without hesitation.

“well, insane or not, i’m staying.” he crossed his arms, chin lifted proudly.

“go home without me if you want. i’ve got… stuff to do.”

gotak groaned.

juntae sighed.

but they left him to it.

and baku, cheeks warm, heart pounding for reasons he absolutely refused to examine, came back to you.

baku: sorry abt that

baku: had to deal with idiots

baku: anyway

baku: you still here?

the green dot shimmered.

virtualangel₊˚✧: of course

virtualangel₊˚✧: i was waiting <3

baku grinned, wide and hopeless.

yeah.

he was falling.

and just like that… it became your thing.

every day after school, baku would practically run to the internet café, dump his backpack on the floor, and slam into the same creaky computer chair like it was a portal to heaven.

he’d log in.

hold his breath.

and wait for his pixelated angel to light up green.

and when it did?

his whole heart would melt.

everyday you started with a simple:

virtualangel₊˚✧: hi baku

virtualangel₊˚✧: rough day?

and he’d immediately type paragraphs.

you listened to everything — literally everything.

when his dad got drunk again and the restaurant felt like a landmine, you stayed.

when he complained about practice because gotak elbowed him in the ribs too hard, you sent a meme about dramatic basketball deaths.

when he spelled “restaurant” like “restorunt” four times in a row, you didn’t laugh — you just gently autocorrected him.

and he loved it.

every second.

every word.

every little heart you sent.

however, at school he turned into a complete mushy idiot about it.

his notebook margins were filled with doodles: little angels with pixel halos, your username scribbled in bubble letters, tiny wings next to hearts. he’d stare at them and smile stupid, like a true idiot in love.

that’s when gotak caught him.

“hey,” gotak leaned over baku’s shoulder, eyes narrowing at the doodle of a tiny angel blowing a kiss “what the hell is this?”

baku immediately slammed the notebook shut “NOTHING.”

“oh my god,” gotak groaned “you’re still talking to that internet girl, aren’t you?”

“yeah,” baku puffed out his chest proudly “she’s my angel.”

“angel?! baku, what if she’s not a cute girl? what if she’s a forty-year-old dude living in a basement trying to scam you for money?”

baku didn’t even blink.

“my gut says she’s cute.”

“your gut also said you could dunk from the free-throw line! you landed on your face!”

baku glared “that floor was SLIPPERY and you KNOW IT.”

gotak pinched the bridge of his nose “listen. you don’t KNOW who you’re talking to. what if this ‘virtual angel’ is like… a professional scammer? or a catfish? or someone who hates basketball???”

baku stood up with dramatic conviction, slamming one hand on the desk “go hyuntak! you just don’t understand TRUE LOVE.”

“true what—?”

“LOVE!” baku declared, pointing to the sky like he was calling upon some divine power “my angel believes in me. she sends me memes. she says goodnight every day. she even listens when i rant about how you stole my dumbbells.”

“you left them at my house—”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

gotak just stared at him.

“baku. please. for the love of god. do not fall in love with a bunch of pixels.”

too late.

way too late.

baku tucked his notebook under his arm, cheeks warm.

“you’re just jealous ’cause nobody online calls YOU cute.”

gotak opened his mouth.

then closed it.

then punched baku’s shoulder.

baku didn’t care.

because later that day, he got to talk to you again and that’s all that mattered.

virtualangel₊˚✧: i’m here, baku! <3

virtualangel₊˚✧: did you miss me?

and baku typed back with a grin he couldn’t hide.

baku: yeah

baku: a lot actually

he was hopeless when it came to you.

however, what baku didn’t know — what he couldn’t know — was that on the other side of the screen… you were just as excited.

every time your screen blinked with that notification from baku that said a simple enthusiastic hey!, your heart jumped in your chest.

you’d sit cross-legged on your bed, laptop warm against your legs, trying to calm yourself down before answering so you didn’t look too eager (you always failed).

you didn’t have many chances to meet people in real life. not when you were homeschooled, and your circle of friends could fit on one hand.

so the internet became your tiny quiet safe space.

a place where you could actually breathe, without worrying about anything.

and then this boy showed up — this loud, dramatic, stupidly sweet boy who texted exactly how he felt at any given moment without thinking twice.

he wore his heart on his sleeve so openly that sometimes you wanted to reach through the screen and gently tuck it back into his chest before someone stepped on it.

he was lucky you weren’t a creep though.

but that vulnerability of his… it also made you like him. a lot.

every “you ok??”

every “i misspelled ‘basketball’, don’t laugh”

every rant about gotak stealing his food again…

you found yourself smiling at the screen like an idiot.

and then, came one fateful night.

baku typed slower than usual — he was hesitating, even overthinking a little bit — which was nothing like him at all.

baku: hey uh

baku: can i ask u smth kinda big

baku: its ok if u say no

virtualangel₊˚✧: go ahead

virtualangel₊˚✧: what is it?

baku: do u wanna meet irl?

baku: like actually

baku: id really like to see you… but only if u want to

baku: i promise im not weird or anything i just

baku: i think i really wanna know you for real

you froze.

your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears.

meet him.

in person.

you panicked at first.

what if he saw you and thought you weren’t pretty?what if you were nothing like the girl he imagined behind that pixelated angelic avatar? what if he regretted it the moment he’d laid eyes on you?

your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

but then you remembered the way he always told you when he was scared.

how he never hid things.

how he trusted you with things he never told anyone else.

and somehow…

that gave you courage.

virtualangel₊˚✧: i’d like to meet you too

virtualangel₊˚✧: really

baku: OMG

baku: omg okay okay okay when where how

you smiled, cheeks warm.

after a moment of thought, you typed:

virtualangel₊˚✧: meet me by the han river

virtualangel₊˚✧: the small footbridge near the convenience store

virtualangel₊˚✧: i’ll be there at 3

virtualangel₊˚✧: i’ll hold a red rose

virtualangel₊˚✧: so you can find me

baku didn’t answer for a full ten seconds.

you wondered if he fainted.

then the flood came.

baku: A RED ROSE??

baku: LIKE IN MOVIES??

baku: OMG OK

baku: I WILL BE THERE

baku: I WILL BE THERE 30 MINUTES EARLY

baku: NO AN HOUR

baku: I’LL WAIT AS LONG AS IT TAKES

baku: OK OK OK IM GONNA GO PICK AN OUTFIT BYE

you laughed into your palms.

he was excited like a little kid on christmas morning, and somehow, that made your anxiety soften a little.

you closed your laptop and hugged your pillow, heart fluttering.

tomorrow, you would finally meet him.

and god…

you really hoped he’d still smile at you the same way he typed.

the next day you wore the prettiest outfit you owned.

the one you saved for moments that were supposed to be the most special of your life.

and now that it was actually on your body, you immediately started overthinking.

were you trying too hard?

did this look like you were expecting a date?

you two weren’t even… dating.

not technically.

not officially.

you stared at your reflection before leaving, hating how your brain wouldn’t just shut up for once.

you took a deep breath, then another, trying to steady yourself before stepping outside.

the han river looked soft in the afternoon light when you arrived. the water was quiet, the breeze was gentle.

your fingers tightened around the single red rose, as you kept your eyes pinned to the ground.

maybe it wasn’t too late.

maybe you could still turn around and go home.

text him something like sorry emergency came up!

crawl back into bed and pretend none of this ever—

except, it in fact, it was too late.

because across the bridge, someone yelled like the world had just cracked open.

“MY ANGEL— IT’S YOU!!”

you jolted, looking up.

baku was practically sprinting towards you, waving both arms in the air like a man who had just won a lottery. the grin on his face was so big it looked like it hurt.

you panicked and waved back, shy, small, awkward, the complete opposite of him. but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

in a few big, eager strides, he reached you, a little breathless, cheeks flushed from running. and… you had to admit, he looked like he’d put in effort too. his hair styled, clothes neat, the faintest cologne clinging to the air around him.

he stopped right in front of you, eyes going wide.

“oh my god,” he blurted out, no filter whatsoever “you’re so pretty!!”

your face heated instantly.

“gotak is gonna be fuming— he bet with juntae that you’d either bail on me or that you were secretly an old man.”

baku puffed out his chest, hands on his hips like a hero returning from battle, then leaned in, voice dropping.

“i told them my angel is real,” he whispered “but even i didn’t expect you to be this… wow.”

you tightened your grip on the rose, trying not to melt on the spot.

because god. he really was exactly the boy you’d been talking to all this time.

loud, bright, genuine.

a little too gullible.

and most importantly — he was perfect for you.

baku rocked back and forth on his heels, but when he realized just how long he’s staring, he straightened up, cleared his throat, and tried to act cool.

“so, uh—” he rubbed the back of his neck, gaze flicking between your face and the rose in your hand “do you… maybe wanna… go somewhere?”

you blinked.

“somewhere?”

he nodded quickly, words tumbling out in a rush “yeah! like— a café? or the cinema? or we can walk by the river if you want, i don’t know— whatever you like! i mean— i mean i just wanna hang out with you— not hang out, like— like, spend time and—”

he shut his mouth, eyes widening in horror at himself.

“okaywaitno— okay— listen—” he held both hands up as if trying to physically stop his own brain “no girl has ever agreed to go on a date with me before so i’m kinda— i’m kinda messing this up—”

you felt your heart skip.

“a… date?” you echoed quietly.

baku froze.

“NO— I MEAN YES— I MEAN—” his face went red so fast it could’ve been a heat lamp “i mean— only if you— like— want it to be a date? because i’d really— REALLY— like for it to be one, actually, i mean i’ve been hoping but— but if that’s weird we can just call it hanging out or— or— i dunno—”

you didn’t mean to laugh. it just slipped out. your giggle soft and sweet.

his entire soul left his body.

baku stared at you like he’d just witnessed a miracle. his ears went pink. then the blush climbed to his cheeks. then his neck. that man was gone.

“i… i’d like for it to be a date too,” you admitted “i was wondering the same thing.”

baku’s jaw dropped.

then he made this tiny strangled noise — half gasp, half squeak — and slapped a hand over his heart like he needed to physically hold himself together.

“oh my god,” he whispered, eyes sparkling “i think i’m gonna die.”

you giggled again at his dramatic antics.

he blushed even harder.

and just like that baku was absolutely, irreversibly, head-over-heels for you.

BONUS ໒꒱:

at a small restaurant just across the street from your and baku’s meeting spot, two familiar silhouettes lurked behind the window like the world’s least subtle spies.

“there she is!” juntae whispered.

gotak squinted “that’s really her? that’s… like an actual girl?”

juntae didn’t glance at gotak, as he continued to observe the scene in front of him. “mm-hmm.”

“and she’s not eighty.”

“nope.”

“and she’s not a scammer.”

“apparently not.”

gotak stared harder, then let out the world’s most defeated groan. slowly, painfully, he reached into his pocket and slapped a crumpled bill into juntae’s waiting palm.

“i can’t believe this,” gotak muttered “i really thought she’d bail… or be some forty-year-old ahjussi in a hoodie…”

juntae folded the bill neatly, smiling a little “i’m glad he didn’t get catfished… they look cute together.”

gotak grumbled something that sounded halfway between a curse and a compliment

“she’s too pretty for a dumbass like baku,” he mumbled, arms crossed “he’s gonna pass out any second…”

as if on cue, baku, across the street, tried to hold your hand.

tried.

his fingers brushed yours, then he panicked, snatched his hand back, panicked again, and then finally managed to lace his fingers with yours on the third attempt, practically vibrating with joy.

you laughed softly, and he lit up like a firework.

gotak’s expression softened despite himself.

“…okay, fine,” he admitted under his breath “they are kinda cute together.”

juntae elbowed him gently “you’re happy for him.”

“shut up.”

juntae smiled, eyes warm as he watched the two of you walk away — baku grinning like he’d won the lottery, and you blushing shyly beside him.

fin.

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