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INCOMING CALL FROM YUJIN.

if taeil had an award specifically made for him, he was sure it would be titled worst best friend in the world. made by yujin, probably, considering how bad he was treating her. he knew it was shitty of him to ignore her for the past week but taeil had run out of ideas on how to get rid of his feelings for her so he opted to avoid her altogether in hopes that it would go away on its own. 

but he had hoped wrong. (clearly he wasn’t an expert in this area. human anatomy? yes. love? fuck no.) it’s been a week later and taeil’s feelings, if it was even possible, had only grown bigger, making him even more afraid to face yujin due to his crush, feeling like a schoolboy all over again. except this time it’s his best friend and not the prettiest girl in the playground. which, now that he realized, was probably the most cliché thing that could ever happen in his life and he has watched a lot of rom-coms. 

watching miserably as his phone vibrates from his bedside table, he lets out a loud sigh before leaving to grab a snack from the kitchen. tonight would have been another night of movie marathon with yujin since it was a friday and his classes ended earlier but alas, it was only him and his study notes for the night, his inability to deal with his feelings getting in the way. settling for a bag of chips, taeil made his way back to bedroom only to stop in his tracks when the doorbell rang throughout the apartment and without a second thought, opened it wishfully thinking it would be his roommate forgetting his keys again.

wrong.

“yujin? what- what are you doing here?”

this is a bad idea, he thought as he checked his reflection once, twice, before letting out a deep breath. his heart raced furiously in his chest, banging against his ribs as if begging for freedom. was the backstage restroom a good place to have a facetime call? should he have waited until he got back to the dorms? nick ran a hand through his hair. he should have planned this more carefully. sungmin had been nothing but kind and understanding of how busy his life is, even if nick had only given half-truths.

nick went inside the stall furthest from the door, positioning himself so it wouldn’t really look like he was hiding in a restroom stall. okay, maybe it would look like he was hiding once sungmin finds out that the nick was talking to was the nick feng of quest. “i’m so stupid!” he mumbled as he frantically searched for sungmin’s name in his contacts. god, he felt like throwing up as the ringing echoed off the walls. maybe they should have arranged this for another time. maybe he---

               the brunette can’t help but feel like she knew this stranger who just willingly got into a fight for her. he had a familiar face that she couldn’t quite put a name to.   ❛  you do this often ??  ❜   irene teases, pressing the bag of ice to his jaw as gently as she can.   ❛  thanks for that, by the way, it was incredibly heroic.  ❜   her eyes scan over his features and suddenly it dawns on her exactly who he was and she can’t help but blush.   ❛  it’s... caleb, right ?? i think we had a few classes together in college ??  ❜   and made out at some stupid party. although, she’d rather not be the first bring up the drunken kisses they’d shared at that one night considering they’d acted like it never happened.

tw: kidnapping.

and i’ll use you as a 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓 that if you talk enough sense then you’ll lose your mind and i’ll use you as 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 so i don’t lose sight of what i want.

the influx of onlookers during the first hour of the exhibition has done nothing but cause eleanor’s rapidly beating heart to sink into her stomach, palms marked by the constant squeezing of her hands into tight fists as she pace back and forth the same area, hovering to eavesdrop on every soul who stops by her work, hoping to receive at least a single praise. abstract isn’t her strongest suit, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t put her all into shaping her art, specially when its her first piece to be put on display for all art critics to see. that said, she doesn’t trust herself enough not to cry at the first sight of disapproval aimed towards her work, so she sets her sights on a more..casual prey. eleanor has seen the guy stare at her piece for a couple of minutes now, and she takes her chance to step alongside him in the most subtle way she can.

trying to juggle a social life while getting through medical school isn’t an easy task for anyone, let alone for taeil. hence why he gave up on having one completely, choosing to have his nose in a book at all times while simultaneously avoiding questions from his mother as to why he hasn’t been getting ‘some’ lately. (he almost choked when he heard her the first time; apparently the part-timers in his mother’s bed-and-breakfast had made it their life mission to make her cool — to which taeil made a mental note to give them a piece of his mind when he comes down soon.) to sum it up: he’s perfectly content with how his life’s going. really. he has his roommate, whom despite his faults, is a good one and then, there’s yujin. 

yujin, who has been a constant in his life since high school, yujin, who has never failed to grace her presence in his life with her smile, yujin, who he just so happened to be glaring at as he swallowed his cereal down: “i swear to god, yujin-ah, if you don’t stop taking photos of me, i will take your camera and hide it with my secret stash of snacks that nobody knows where it is!”