05. status: FOUND!

(texts are from jaehyun’s pov)

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03. santaclaus pls? 🥺 (written)

wc 325

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you come downstairs still towel-drying your hair, hoodie half-zipped, alien socks sliding across the floor. the living room’s a mess – open pizza boxes, half-empty coke cans, controllers tangled in their cords.

the noise hits first.

taesan’s yelling, “PASS, PASS, PASS!” and riwoo fires back, “I’M TRYING!”

sungho’s cackling somewhere behind them, and jaehyun’s got pizza sauce smeared on his sleeve, too caught up to care. no one looks up when you walk in. the air’s thick with laughter and button clicks, jaehyun shouting “THAT WAS CLEAN!!” even though it definitely wasn’t.

you grab a slice from the counter, trying to stay out of whatever that is. the sound of the game fills the space: cheers, whistles, and a very catchy song.

then, for just a second, there’s a shift.

you feel someone glance over.

woonhak’s in the middle of the couch, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, elbows resting on his knees, controller loose in his hands. his eyes flick up when you pass behind them – a half-second, nothing more – before he looks back at the screen like it never happened.

“y/n!” riwoo calls, barely tearing his gaze from the match.

“you playing with us?” “no.” you say it like it’s obvious. “i’m playing fortnite with yujin.”

there’s no reaction – not from taesan, not from sungho, not even from jaehyun.

except woonhak. another glance, brief and unreadable.

then someone scores and the room explodes. taesan jumps to his feet, riwoo yells, sungho hurls a cushion across the room, and jaehyun nearly chokes on his pizza. you just shake your head, grab your plate, and head upstairs.

the laughter trails after you – muffled through the hallway, soft under the thud of footsteps and the sound of another goal.

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02. let’s duo queureu

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01. fuck my fucking chungus life (written)

wc 400 (approx)

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The sky’s already darkening when Woonhak and I step back onto the court. The old lights flicker on with a low hum, throwing soft yellow across the asphalt. It’s colder than before, my breath fogs a little when I laugh. Behind the fence, my brother’s friends are loud and restless and he’s yelling something about not letting Woonhak win.

Woonhak just grins, spinning the ball once between his hands. Black hoodie, grey sweatpants, hair a little messy from the last game… it’s honestly unfair how calm he looks. Like he doesn’t even need to try.

“you sure you’re up for this?” he teases, stepping closer.

“why? are you scared?” I muffle a laugh, taking the ball from him before he can answer, mostly to keep my hands from fidgeting.

The first few plays are fast, sneakers squeaking, my pulse pounding in my ears. I fake left, cross over, try to catch him off guard, but he reads me too easily. He steals the ball and laughs, and for a second I forget to be annoyed because his gummy smile distracted my thoughts.

Too bad I hate distractions!

The score climbs. I’m good, I know I am, but he’s just… sharper. He moves like he already knows my next step, like he’s reading my mind. Every time I miss, I can hear Jaehyun’s laugh, and it only makes me push harder.

— 🏀

8–7. My lungs burn. My hands sting. He still looks way too composed for someone who’s been playing all afternoon.

When he gets the ball again, he glances up at me, eyes sharp, almost playful, before driving past me in one smooth move. The ball swishes through the net like it was nothing.

For a second, everything goes quiet except the echo. Then my brother groans, his team starts cheering, and I just stand there, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Woonhak turns back, grinning that same infuriating I told you so grin. I fucking hate him and his stupid height stupid voice stupid laugh stupid smi-

“good game” he says, offering his right hand.

I roll my eyes but take it anyway “don’t get used to winning.”

“then you better start practicing” he murmurs, voice low enough that only I hear. My heart skips a little, even though I’m pretty sure it’s because of the amount of energy I wasted, maybe I do need a little practice…

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