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© hoonlvrrz, 2026.
𐬿 . goldenboy!jake x dinerworker!femreader
synopsis: senior year isn’t magical for y/n—stuck between school, diner shifts, and her stepsisters’ teasing, she feels invisible to everyone except the anonymous boy she messages every night. at school, jake is the popular golden boy hiding behind expectations, only truly himself with the girl who signs off at 11:59. when they agree to meet at the winter formal, one perfect dance feels like fate—until y/n disappears before midnight, leaving jake searching for the girl who’s been right in front of him all along.
genre: romcom, fluff, angst
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contains: based in the 2000s, mild suggestive scenes (kissing, making out, skinship), cursing, adult jokes, jake is a YEARNER, reader has a bitchy stepmom + snarky stepsisters, sunoo as readers bff, basically all of enha mentioned (duh), mutual pining, angst, reader IS DOWNBAD for jake, highschool setting, mentions of character death, RAIN CONFESSIONS, happy ending !!
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𐬽 . ♡︎
You used to think your life was perfect.
Back then, it was just you and your dad.
He was a widower long before you were old enough to understand what that meant.
All you knew was that he wore his wedding ring on a chain around his neck and that he smiled at you like you were the only good thing left in the world.
He owned a diner—not fancy, not trendy, just warm.
The kind of place where the booths were cracked red leather and the bell above the door rang too loudly.
Business was booming. People loved him. They loved you too, mostly because you were always perched on a stool behind the counter, swinging your legs while he flipped pancakes like it was an Olympic sport.
He was your best friend.
Though you were never introduced to what younger girls liked then, you were still thriving and happy with what your dad could give.
He'd look at you like you hung the stars.
He’d wink at you and say, “One day, this place will be yours.”
And you believed him.
On your 8th birthday, everyone celebrated at your dad's diner, and you had a big cake in front of you.
"What's your wish, sugar?" Your dad asked as he lit the candles for your cake.
You didn't know what to wish for.
You were happy with everything that was in your life thus far.
But, the universe thought you could use one more person in your life.
So, Jiwon stepped into the picture.
She wore perfume that smelled expensive and smiled like she was practicing for something. At first, you thought she was nice. She brought you macarons and called you “sweetheart” in a voice that felt rehearsed.
But she didn’t like you.
She never did.
You noticed the way her jaw tightened when your dad laughed too hard at something you said. The way her hand lingered on his arm when customers complimented you instead of her.
She married him within months.
And with her came Haneul and Hera—identical twins with matching lip gloss and matching superiority complexes. They looked at you like you were gum stuck to the bottom of their designer sneakers.
Still—you tried.
You told yourself your dad deserved to be happy.
You told yourself you could handle it.
Until… the night of the fire.
The diner had burned faster than anyone expected. Electrical issue, they said. An accident.
Your dad ushered everyone out quickly, as firefighters fought to cool down the fire.
You were terrified—the diner your dad has always dreamed of building—was crumpling to the ground in front of you.
Your dad kneeled down to your small figure, and gave you a comforting hug.
"It's gonna be okay, sugar." He assures, "We'll fix this."
Then, a shriek came from inside the burning building.
"AGHHHH! Help me!" The voice screamed.
You knew that voice from anywhere—it was Jiwon.
Your dad snapped his head towards the shrill of her voice, and looked back at you with frightened eyes. "I have to go help her."
You cling to your dad, fisting his shirt. "No! Don't go, appa.."
He sighed, tucking a hair behind your ear. "Don't worry, I promise you I'll come back."
He hugged you again, one last time—
Then your dad went back inside, for her.
He saved Jiwon. She came out, terrified; Covered in ash and soot, clutching onto firefighters.
But he didn’t make it out.
You were grieving—you'd lost the only person who truly cared about you. You’d discovered that your father never actually wrote a will, so after that, the diner legally became Jiwon's.
And to her misfortune, so did you.
You don’t remember when exactly it shifted—when “helping out” became obligation.
Jiwon had stopped pretending. You became the one opening the diner at dawn. The one closing at midnight.
The one scrubbing grease from floors while Haneul and Hera got to enjoy their youth.
“You should be grateful,” Jiwon would say. “that I’m letting you stay here.”
Letting you stay. In your own damn house.
You balanced school and twelve-hour shifts like a circus act. Homework done behind the register. Studying during slow hours. Falling asleep with textbooks stuck to your cheek.
But you had a plan—Columbia University.
It was your dad's dream that you'd get in there.
You whispered that school like a spell. Like if you said it enough, it would pull you out of this house and into a life that belonged to you.
So, you made a promise to yourself—you would endure.
You would push through.
You would leave.
𐬽 . ♡︎
Riiing, riiing!
“Y/N!”
The voice slices through your dream.
You jolt upright, disoriented. Your cheek peels off a stack of wrinkled papers. You’re still at your desk. The old digital clock beside your bed glows 6:42 a.m. in green numbers.
Your neck aches. There’s an imprint of graph lines faintly pressed into your skin.
“Y/N!” Jiwon’s voice crackles through the house intercom system—a relic from the ‘90s she refuses to remove because she likes summoning people without moving.
“Get your ass up and make me my breakfast!”
You groan, rubbing your eyes.
Your bedroom still feels like the only space untouched by her. Posters of early 2000s pop stars taped slightly crooked.
A stack of standardized test prep books threatening to topple over. A corkboard with ‘Columbia University’ printed in bold at the center.
You stand slowly, joints stiff.
Downstairs, the house smells like cut grass and expensive perfume.
You move on autopilot.
Chop romaine. Toss it in a chilled bowl. Add shaved parmesan. Drizzle dressing in careful spirals. Caesar salad—because Jiwon insists carbs before noon are “uncivilized.”
You plate it precisely; Just how she liked it.
Outside, the morning sun is already harsh.
Jiwon sits beneath a large patio umbrella, oversized sunglasses covering half her face. She’s wearing a crisp white outfit that somehow never wrinkles.
In front of her, Haneul and Hera stand on the tennis court Jiwon had installed last year “for networking purposes.”
Their instructor, a patient man in his mid-thirties, feeds them balls with diminishing enthusiasm.
“Just return it gently,” he says.
Haneul swings—then misses entirely.
The ball bounces twice and rolls past her.
Hera snickers. “Maybe try using your eyes this time.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Haneul snaps, tossing another ball up dramatically.
She swings again. This time she connects. Unfortunately, the ball rockets directly into Hera’s face.
Thwack.
Hera freezes for half a second before shrieking. “Oh my God—? You hit me!”
“You moved!”
“I was standing still!”
The instructor closes his eyes like he’s reconsidering his life choices.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing.
Jiwon doesn’t look up until you clear your throat and hold out the bowl. “Finally,” she says coolly. “What the hell took so long?”
“Sorry,” you murmur.
She takes a delicate bite. “…At least you made it right.”
You nod faintly, clutching your backpack strap.
Her gaze shifts downward.
“And where,” she asks slowly, lowering her sunglasses just enough to peer at you, “do you think you’re going?”
“School..?” you reply carefully. “I have a math quiz first period.”
She lets out a short, humorless laugh.
“You should be at the diner. If you expect to afford college, you’ll need those paychecks.”
“I can go after school,” you try. “I just need to—”
“What is the point of going to school,” she interrupts sharply, “if you already have a job?”
The twins have stopped arguing and are now watching.
Heat creeps up your neck. “I need grades to get into university..”
“Uh—no, you need money,” Jiwon corrects.
Silence stretches thin.
Finally, you lower your gaze. “…I’ll go to the diner first.”
“Good,” she says, satisfied.
You turn toward the house—and immediately get blasted in the face by the automatic sprinkler system.
Cold water soaks through your hoodie in seconds. You gasp, stumbling forward as the rhythmic spray continues its merciless rotation.
Behind you, Haneul bursts into laughter.
You sprint toward the sprinkler system, trying to turn it off.
Then, Jiwon intervenes. “Y/N, no! Leave those sprinklers on, our grass looks too brown.”
“The grass is greener than green,” you reason. “HOA already told us we should conserve our water!”
“God, just leave it the hell on!” Jiwon snaps.
Giving up, you rush across the yard, dodging the next spray barely in time. Water drips from your hair into your eyes.
You shove the back door open and slip inside, slamming it shut behind you.
Silence.
You lean against the wood, breathing heavily.
Your clothes cling to you. Your backpack is damp. Your morning is already ruined.
You close your eyes.
'Just one more year of this,' you thought to yourself.
Then you'd be gone.
You’d disappear far from this life your father had left you with.
You straighten up, grab your keys from the hook, and head out the front door toward the diner that was supposed to be yours.
And you decide—no matter how long it takes—one day, it will be.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The morning air still held that early chill when you pulled into the gravel lot behind the diner. The sky was a dull gray-blue, the kind that meant the sun hadn’t fully decided to wake up yet. The neon OPEN sign in the front window buzzed faintly, flickering in a way that made the place look older than it already was.
Your dad’s diner.
The place you practically grew up in.
And lately, the place you couldn’t escape.
You barely let the engine die before you were grabbing your apron from the passenger seat. The fabric was wrinkled from being crumpled into a ball, smelling faintly like fryer oil and syrup no matter how many times you washed it.
You shoved the apron over your head while stepping out of the car, the cold air brushing your cheeks as you hurried toward the back door.
The back door creaked when you pushed it open, the familiar smell of coffee, grease, and maple syrup immediately filling your nose. The diner was already awake. Plates clinked. Someone laughed loudly from one of the booths. The low hum of an old jukebox played something soft and scratchy from the corner.
“Morning.”
You looked up to see Soobin leaning against the counter, a rag slung lazily over his shoulder.
His hair was still messy, like he’d rushed out of bed just as fast as you had.
He looked at you with that half-knowing smile he always had whenever you showed up way earlier than any normal high school student should be working.
“You look like you ran here,” he added.
You sighed, tying the apron strings around your waist. “Feels like it.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying you.
“Let me guess,” he said, dragging the rag across the counter in slow circles. “Jiwon forced you to come in today?”
You didn’t even try to hide the tired sigh that escaped your chest. “Yeah.”
Soobin clicked his tongue softly. “Figures.”
You shrugged like it didn’t bother you, even though the tight feeling in your chest said otherwise.
“She said the morning shift needed help,” you muttered. “Apparently the diner will collapse if I’m not here.”
Soobin snorted quietly.
“ ‘m pretty sure the diner survived a lot of stuff before you were old enough to reach the counter.”
You huffed out a small laugh, though it barely held any real amusement.
From the dining area, a customer waved their hand impatiently.
“Coffee!” they called.
Soobin raised an eyebrow. “Duty calls.”
You nodded and slipped past him, heading toward the EMPLOYEES ONLY door behind the kitchen.
The hallway back there was narrow, with faded linoleum floors and a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Lockers lined one side of the wall, dented and scratched from years of use. You had one too, even though half the time you didn’t bother putting anything in it.
You leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing out slowly.
School starts in an hour.
Yet, you were here—again.
It was funny, really.
How you were able to manage excessive amounts of work shifts while balancing your education on top of it.
You were smart, infuriatingly smart.
And maybe that's why Jiwon refused to let you reach your academic potential.
Then, a beeping sound from your cellphone pulled you from your thoughts.
You pulled your phone out.
The small screen glowed softly in the dim morning light.
1 New Message.
But it wasn’t a normal text notification.
It was from the messaging site you used with your pen pal.
Your thumb tapped the notification.
The chat opened immediately.
At the top of the screen was the username you’d come to recognize over the past few months.
soccerlverr1115.
You didn’t know his real name.
You didn’t know where exactly he lived.
But what you did know was that he went to your school.
You also knew small things he’d mentioned in passing—like how he liked soccer, how he stayed up way too late, and how he somehow always managed to text at the exact moments you needed a distraction.
A new message appeared.
soccerlverr1115: hey are u awake or is this way too early
You leaned against the side of one of the lockers, a small smile tugging at your lips as you typed back.
stargirl_0327: im awake unfortunately :P
The typing dots popped up almost immediately.
soccerlverr1115: unfortunately ?
You glanced toward your untouched roller skates.
stargirl_0327: ya got work before school
A pause.
Then—
soccerlverr1115: damn that sounds terrible
You huffed quietly, leaning your head back against the locker.
stargirl_0327: u have no idea
A few seconds passed before another message appeared.
soccerlverr1115: do u at least get free pancakes
You stared at the screen for a second before typing.
stargirl_0327: only when no one's looking lol
soccerlverr1115: id say it's worth it then ;) im definitely gonna be late again today
You snorted quietly.
stargirl_0327: im always late
soccerlverr1115: yeah ive noticed
You blinked.
Your fingers paused over the keyboard.
stargirl_0327: noticed?
The typing dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
soccerlverr1115: i mean like u always say ur late a lot
You smirked slightly.
Sure.
stargirl_0327: right
Another message popped up.
soccerlverr1115: what class do u have first today ?
stargirl_0327: calculus
A few seconds passed.
soccerlverr1115: lol good luck surviving that
You laughed quietly under your breath.
stargirl_0327: i need more luck surviving my shift first TT
Your phone buzzed again.
soccerlverr1115: try not to fall asleep in class stargirl
You rolled your eyes fondly.
stargirl_0327: no promises
There was a pause.
Then one last message appeared.
soccerlverr1115: see u at school :)
Your fingers hovered over the keypad for a second.
You still didn’t know what he looked like.
Or where he sat at lunch.
Or what classes he actually had.
But the idea that he could be somewhere in the same building as you every day made something in your chest feel weirdly warm.
You typed back.
stargirl_0327: see you at school soccer boy
You slipped your phone back in your bag, and pulled out the pair of white roller skates sitting inside your locker.
They were part of the uniform. Jiwon's idea. It made the diner seem "fun."
You sat on the small bench and swapped your sneakers for the skates, tightening the laces quickly. The wheels clacked softly when they touched the floor.
You rolled your shoulders once.
Then stood.
When you pushed through the door back into the diner, the noise swallowed you immediately.
The diner looked exactly like it always did. Red vinyl booths. Chrome-edged tables. The long counter lined with spinning stools. The windows fogged faintly from the warmth inside.
It almost felt comforting.
Almost.
You grabbed a small notepad from the counter and skated toward the first table.
“Morning,” you said softly.
The couple sitting there smiled politely.
“Can we get two coffees and the pancake special?” the woman asked.
“Mhm, ‘f course.”
Your pen scribbled quickly across the page.
You dropped the order in the kitchen window before gliding toward another booth.
Coffee refills, wiping tables, taking orders.
The wheels of your skates rolled smoothly across the floor as you moved around the diner like you’d done a thousand times before.
Because you had.
Time blurred together the way it always did during morning rush.
Plates stacked.
Orders shouted.
The coffee machine hissed loudly.
You wiped down another table, pushing damp strands of hair away from your face.
A glance at the wall clock made your stomach twist.
School started soon.
You should already be on your way.
But instead—
“Why are you here?”
The voice made you look up.
Giselle stood near the counter with her hands on her hips.
She looked half-annoyed, half-concerned, her dark hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Unlike most people in the diner, she didn’t look half asleep.
She looked like she’d already figured out exactly what was going on.
Your heart sank slightly.
“Working?” you said weakly.
Giselle’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
You looked down at the rag in your hands, wiping the same clean spot on the table again.
“School starts soon for you,” she added.
“I know.”
“Then why,” she continued slowly, “are you still in the diner?”
You hesitated.
Because the answer wasn’t complicated.
“Jiwon said I had to come in,” you muttered.
Giselle scoffed immediately. “Of course she did. Y/N, your dad wouldn’t want you skipping school for that bimbo.”
You opened your mouth to argue but didn’t have anything strong enough to say.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Giselle crossed her arms, watching you carefully.
“You’re going to be late.”
You forced a small shrug.
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.”
Her voice softened slightly, though the seriousness stayed.
“You’ve already missed too many mornings.”
You looked away toward the kitchen window where cooks were shouting orders back and forth.
“I’ll catch up.”
“That’s not the point, Y/N.”
You didn’t respond.
The rag in your hand twisted between your fingers.
The words hung between you.
You hated how right she sounded.
Your eyes drifted back to the clock. Thirty-five minutes.
Maybe you could still make it if you left now.
But the thought of Jiwon’s reaction made your chest tighten.
“I can’t just leave,” you said quietly.
Giselle’s eyebrows raised. “Why not?”
“Because Jiwon will lose her shit.”
The words came out more honest than you intended.
For a moment, Giselle just stared at you.
Then she shook her head.
“She doesn’t get to decide whether you go to school.”
“She kinda does,” you muttered.
“No,” Her voice was firm now. “She doesn’t.”
You didn’t argue again.
Because arguing meant admitting things you didn’t want to say out loud.
Giselle stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly.
“Listen to me.”
You finally looked up.
“You are not staying here all morning because Jiwon thinks you’re free labor.”
Your grip on the rag tightened. “It’s not like that.”
“Yes it is.”
You didn’t respond. Giselle sighed again, softer this time.
She reached out and flicked your forehead lightly. “You’re seventeen,” she said. “Your biggest problem right now should be math homework! Not diner shifts.”
A small laugh escaped you despite yourself. “I hate math.”
“I know.”
She smirked. “But at least it’s better than dealing with Jiwon.”
You couldn’t even argue with that.
Giselle nodded toward the door. “Go.”
You blinked. “…What?”
“Go to school.”
“I can’t just—”
“Yes, you can.”
You glanced around the diner nervously. “What if Jiwon finds out?”
Giselle rolled her eyes. “Tch, I’ll handle her! She doesn't have anything on me.”
“You don’t know how she gets, Giselle.”
“I know exactly how she gets.” She leaned against the counter casually. “And I still don’t care.”
Your heart beat a little faster. “You’ll get in trouble.”
Giselle shrugged. “She can't afford to fire me anyway.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
She grinned.“It should be.”
You hesitated. Your mind ran through every possible outcome, Jiwon yelling, calling you useless.
But Giselle’s voice cut through the noise. “You shouldn’t skip school,” she said softly.
Her expression wasn’t joking anymore. “Least of all for her.”
The words landed heavily.
Because she wasn’t just talking about today.
She meant every morning like this.
Every time you showed up when you should’ve been somewhere else.
Your chest felt tight.
“You deserve better than this,” Giselle added quietly.
You swallowed.
The diner noise hummed around you again.
The clock ticked. Thirty minutes now.
Giselle nudged your shoulder lightly.
“Go grab your bag.”
You hesitated one more second.
Then slowly—
You nodded.
“Okay.”
Her grin returned instantly. “Good.”
You started rolling toward the back hallway again.
“And hurry!” she called after you. “School waits for no one.”
You laughed softly under your breath.
For the first time that morning, the tight knot in your chest loosened a little.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The morning had brightened a little by the time you pulled onto Sunoo’s street.
Rows of nearly identical suburban houses stretched along the block, their lawns still damp from the early sprinklers. The sky had shifted from pale gray to a soft blue, sunlight finally starting to spill over rooftops.
Your car hummed quietly as you slowed in front of the Kim family house, tires crunching lightly over the curbside gravel.
Right on cue, you spotted Mr. Kim in the driveway.
He stood beside a shiny black car, carefully wiping the hood with a microfiber cloth like it was some kind of priceless artifact. The car practically reflected the entire neighborhood in its polished surface.
You leaned slightly out of the open window.
“Morning, Mr. Kim!”
He looked up immediately, his face breaking into a warm smile when he saw you.
“Well, good morning, Y/N.”
He straightened up, tossing the cloth over his shoulder as he walked a little closer to the curb.
“Sunoo will be out in a minute,” he said. “I was just about to call him.”
You nodded.
“Take your time. We’re only a little late.”
Mr. Kim laughed under his breath.
“Just a little?”
You gave him a guilty smile.
“Okay, maybe more than a little.”
He turned toward the house and cupped his hands around his mouth.
“SUNOO!”
His voice echoed across the quiet street.
“YOUR RIDE IS HERE!”
You leaned back against the driver’s seat, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel while you waited.
A few seconds passed.
Then the front door swung open dramatically.
And there he was.
Sunoo.
He stepped outside like he had absolutely nowhere urgent to be, one hand adjusting his jacket while the other ran through his hair. His expression was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone who was about to be late for school.
You scoffed quietly to yourself. “Unbelievable.”
Sunoo walked down the driveway with a lazy sort of confidence, like the entire morning existed purely for his convenience.
You couldn’t help chuckling under your breath.
“Look at him,” you muttered.
When he reached the driveway, Sunoo flashed you a bright smile.
“Hey, Y/Nniee!”
But before you could answer, he turned dramatically toward his dad.
“Seriously, though,” he said. “Why do I still have to get picked up by her?”
He gestured toward your car with one hand before adding quickly—
“No offense.”
You gasped in mock offense. “Wow.”
Mr. Kim crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Sunoo tilted his head at him. “Do you even feel remotely bad?”
His dad didn’t even hesitate.
“I feel bad,” Mr. Kim said calmly, “for the four cars I’ve bought you that you managed to total.”
You burst into laughter.
Sunoo groaned loudly. “That was a one time thing!”
“Four,” his dad corrected.
“Okay, but—”
You leaned over and honked the horn.
The sound cut him off mid-sentence.
“Sunoo!” you called. “Hurry up and get your ass in here!”
He turned back toward you slowly, rolling his eyes like you were the most dramatic person alive.
“Relax,” he muttered.
But he waved goodbye to his dad anyway. “Bye, Dad.”
Mr. Kim gave you a small wave.
“Drive safe, Y/N.”
“Always do, sir,” you replied with a smile.
Sunoo finally walked over and opened the passenger door, dropping into the seat with an exaggerated sigh.
The door shut with a solid thud.
“Someone’s impatient this morning,” he said.
“You walk like you’ve got all the time in the world,” you shot back, pulling away from the curb.
Sunoo leaned back in the seat, glancing sideways at you.
He only needed one look.
Just one quick glance at your face.
The faint shadows under your eyes.
The slight slump in your shoulders.
The way your grip tightened around the steering wheel for a second.
Sunoo sighed softly. “Did Jiwon make you work today?”
You nodded once, letting out a tired breath. “Yeah.”
He leaned his head back against the seat. “I knew it.”
The car rolled smoothly down the quiet neighborhood street as you turned toward the main road.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke.
Sunoo stared out the window, watching the houses blur past.
His jaw tightened slightly.
“You can’t keep doing that,” he said finally.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Doing what?”
“Letting her push you around.” He firmly told you.
You gave a small shrug. “It’s not that big of a deal, Sun.”
Sunoo turned toward you immediately. “Yes, it is.”
His tone wasn’t angry—just worried.
“You’re working before school, after school, sometimes weekends too,” he continued. “That’s not normal at all.”
You kept your eyes on the road. “I’m fine.”
“You’re definitely exhausted.”
“I’ve been more tired.”
“That’s not very comforting,”
A small smile tugged at your lips. “You sound like Giselle.”
“Good,” Sunoo said. “Somebody has to.”
You slowed at a stoplight, tapping your fingers lightly against the steering wheel.
Sunoo watched you carefully. “You should do something about Jiwon.”
You glanced at him briefly. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Refuse to go in. Something.”
You shook your head.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
The light turned green.
You pressed the gas again.
“Because,” you said quietly, “she’s the only reason I can attend Columbia.”
Sunoo blinked. “What?”
You shrugged slightly.
“Jiwon told me her friend works in admissions connections. She promised she’d help me get in if I kept working at the diner.”
Sunoo stared at you like you’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
He let out an incredulous laugh. “So you’re letting her boss you around because of a maybe?”
“It’s not a maybe.”
“Y/N—”
“She already helped me with recommendations,” you insisted.
Sunoo ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “That’s still not fair to you.”
You glanced at him again, softer this time. “My life isn’t that miserable, Sunoo.”
He frowned slightly. “I didn’t say it was.”
“I know,” you said. “But you look like you think it is.”
The car turned into the road leading toward the school.
Students were already walking toward the building in small groups, backpacks slung over their shoulders.
Sunoo sighed. “I just worry about you.”
You smiled faintly. “I know.”
“And you hate when I do.”
“Not hate.”
“Strongly dislike.”
You laughed quietly. “Something like that.”
He studied your face again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah, of course."
He didn’t look entirely convinced. But he let it go—for now.
The school parking lot came into view ahead of you.
Sunoo leaned back in his seat.
“Still,” he muttered.
“What?” You glanced at him.
“If Jiwon ever pushes you too far…” He paused. “…you’re telling me.”
You smirked slightly. “What are you gonna do?”
He shrugged casually. “Commit a minor crime.”
You burst into laughter. “Sunoo!”
“I’m serious!”
“Please don’t commit crimes for me.”
“No promises.”
You shook your head, still smiling as you pulled into the parking lot.
Despite everything—
Mornings felt a little easier with him around.
𐬽 . ♡︎
You and Sunoo practically run through the school gates.
The morning bell hasn’t rung yet, but it’s close enough that the hallways are already packed with students shoving books into lockers and rushing to their first classes. Your car ride had cut it dangerously close, and the two of you had bolted across the parking lot the second you arrived.
Sunoo jogs beside you, still catching his breath.
“Why,” he pants dramatically, “do mornings like these exist?”
You snort. “You’re the one who took ten years to walk to the car.”
“That was confidence,” he argues. “I know how to walk with a purpose.”
“You walk like you’re in a fashion show.”
Sunoo scoffs loudly. “Please. If I were in a fashion show, people would actually appreciate it.”
You laugh as the two of you turn down the hallway where your lockers are. Students crowd the corridor, voices overlapping into a loud buzz of conversation.
Sunoo groans beside you. “I seriously cannot deal with biology first period today.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with biology?”
“Everything,” he says immediately. “The frogs, the diagrams, the fact that my teacher enjoys suffering.”
You chuckle, pushing past a group of freshmen. “At least you don’t have calculus first thing in the morning.”
Sunoo gasps dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re right.”
He puts a hand over his heart. “I take back my complaints.”
“You should.”
“Thoughts and prayers go out to you.”
You roll your eyes, smiling faintly as you walk.
But before you reach your lockers—
“Hey!”
A voice cuts through the hallway noise.
You already know what’s coming.
A group of boys strolls past you and Sunoo, their backpacks slung lazily over their shoulders. One of them grins when he notices you.
“Well, if it isn’t the diner girl.”
Your shoulders tense slightly.
Another boy nudges his friend.
“Yo, when are we getting that burger discount?”
“Yeah,” the first one adds. “You work there, right?”
Sunoo’s entire expression changes instantly.
His friendly morning mood disappears.
He steps slightly in front of you, glaring at them.
“Why don’t you back your fatasses up,” Sunoo snaps, “and take your business somewhere else?”
The boys blink.
One of them scoffs. “Relax, dude. It’s a joke.”
“Oh, well then it wasn’t funny. Get better jokes,” Sunoo shoots back.
They mutter something under their breath but keep walking down the hallway, clearly deciding it’s not worth the argument.
Sunoo rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out. “God, they’re so fucking annoying.”
You shrug lightly. “I’m used to it.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“They weren’t being that bad.”
Sunoo stops walking for a second and looks at you like you’ve just said something ridiculous.
“Y/N.”
You glance at him. “Yes?”
“It’s ridiculous that the only reason people talk to you is to tease you about where you work.”
You smile faintly.
“They’re not the only ones who talk to me.”
He sighs.
“You know what I mean.”
You do.
But you still shrug again. “It’s fine, really.”
Sunoo doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it go as the two of you finally reach your lockers.
You spin the dial and pull the door open with a metallic clang.
Sunoo leans against the locker beside yours while you start digging through your bag.
“Alright,” he mutters. “Mentally preparing myself for frog dissection.”
You laugh quietly as you reach for your math book.
But when you look up—
You freeze.
Across the hallway, standing by the lockers opposite yours—
Jake.
Your school's soccer captain.
Your school's golden boy.
He’s leaning against a locker while talking to Heeseung, one of his closest friends. His soccer jacket hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his hair still looks slightly messy, like he didn’t bother fixing it this morning.
Heeseung is saying something animatedly, but Jake doesn’t look very interested.
In fact—
He looks… tired.
Or bored.
Or maybe both.
Like he doesn’t really want to be standing there.
Next to him is Hyeji.
His on-and-off girlfriend.
She’s clinging to his arm like it belongs to her, laughing loudly at something her friends are saying.
Her friends, Mina and Yeseo, stand beside her, whispering and giggling.
Sunoo follows your line of sight and groans quietly. “Ugh.”
You blink, pulling your math book from your locker.
“What?”
Sunoo crosses his arms. “Hyeji.”
He glares across the hallway.
“She’s the worst.”
You glance at him. “I thought you didn’t have a class with her.”
“She’s in my biology class.”
Sunoo’s tone is full of disgust. “And her and her little minions just love terrorizing people.”
You nod absentmindedly.
But you’re barely listening.
Because your eyes keep drifting back to Jake.
Heeseung is still talking.
Jake nods occasionally, but he doesn’t look engaged.
Hyeji laughs again, tightening her grip on his arm.
You notice the way Jake glances down the hallway like he’d rather be anywhere else.
Like he’s searching for an exit.
For a split second—
His eyes almost look tired.
Then suddenly—
Yeseo notices you.
And you don't realize.
Her gaze sharpens slightly.
She leans closer to Hyeji and whispers something into her ear.
Hyeji’s head turns immediately, and her eyes land on you.
Your stomach drops.
“Oh,” Hyeji says loudly. “Look who’s staring.”
The hallway noise seems to quiet around you.
Your body stiffens.
Hyeji smirks. “Are you stalking my boyfriend or something?”
Your eyes widen slightly. “I wasn’t—”
“Mind your own business next time,” Hyeji cuts in sharply.
You suddenly become painfully aware of how many people have stopped to watch.
Students glance over.
Whispers ripple through the hallway.
Your face heats up.
And then—you notice Jake.
He’s staring at you now.
His expression isn’t annoyed. It’s… shocked.
Almost like he didn’t expect this.
And worse—he looks like he feels bad.
Your voice comes out quieter than you want. “I wasn’t staring.”
A few people nearby laugh.
Mina snickers. “Sure you weren’t.”
Hyeji tilts her head mockingly. “Don’t you have pancakes to serve or something?”
Your stomach twists.
Before you can say anything—
Sunoo steps forward.
“Hyeji,” he says coldly. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it.”
The hallway goes silent.
Hyeji stares at him like she can’t believe what she just heard.
Sunoo crosses his arms. “And the only person who should be minding her business is you.”
Hyeji’s jaw tightens.
She glares at both of you.
Then she grabs Jake’s arm and yanks it slightly. “Come on.”
“Let’s go.” She gestures to Mina and Yeseo.
The three girls walk down the hallway, dragging Jake with them.
He glances back for half a second.
Then he’s gone.
Sunoo scoffs loudly.
“Unbelievable.” He shakes his head.
“Those girls are the last people who should be picking on anyone.”
You stare down at the math book in your hands.
Trying to ignore the way your heart is still racing.
And the way Jake looked at you before he walked away.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The bell rings the second you step out of calculus.
It’s loud and jarring, cutting straight through the quiet concentration of the classroom and spilling you back into reality. The hallway outside is already crowded—students pouring out of rooms, voices overlapping, lockers slamming shut, footsteps echoing against the tile floors.
You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, exhaling slowly.
Your head still feels heavy from numbers and formulas, your brain lagging behind like it’s still stuck halfway through the last problem you didn’t understand.
“Survived?”
The voice pulls you out of it.
You look up.
Sunoo is leaning against the row of lockers across from your classroom, like he’s been there for a while. One foot is propped casually against the metal, and he’s holding something bright orange in his hand, folded in half.
He looks way too put together for someone who claimed he was going to suffer through biology an hour ago.
You walk over, raising an eyebrow.
“Barely,” you admit, letting out a tired breath. “I think I just failed at least three different concepts at once.”
Sunoo winces sympathetically. “Yeah… that sounds about right for calculus.”
He pushes himself off the lockers and straightens up, holding out the folded paper toward you. “Here.”
You take it, glancing down at it.
“What is this?”
“Just look.”
You unfold it slowly.
The paper crinkles softly between your fingers, and your eyes scan the bold, decorated lettering across the top.
HALLOWEEN HOMECOMING FORMAL THIS SATURDAY NIGHT
The design is over-the-top in that very high school way—fake spiderwebs printed in the corners, glittery font, a cartoonish black cat arched across the bottom. Someone clearly put a lot of effort into making it look festive.
You stare at it for a second. “…Oh.”
Sunoo watches your face carefully, like he’s trying to read your reaction before you even say anything.
“So,” he says, dragging the word out. “We’re going, right?”
You glance up at him, then back down at the date.
This Saturday.
Your stomach tightens slightly.
You already know what that probably means.
A late shift. Maybe closing. Jiwon hovering nearby, making sure you don’t leave early.
You fold the paper again, handing it back to him with a small shrug.
“I don’t know Sun,” you say quietly. “Jiwon might make me work that night.”
Sunoo’s expression drops immediately. “For fuck's sake,”
He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh and rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the lockers again. “Jiwon can suck it up and find someone else.”
You let out a small breath. “You know it’s not that easy—”
“Yes, it is,” he cuts in. “There are literally, what, ten other people working there?”
“Eight,” you mumble.
“Exactly,” he says quickly. “Eight other people. The diner will survive if you’re gone for one night.”
You glance down at the floor for a second. “I just… don’t really do things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Big events,” you say. “Dances. Formals. Whatever this is.”
Sunoo looks at you for a long second.
Then his expression softens.
Not dramatically—just enough that you notice.
“Y/N,” he says.
You already know where this is going.
“No.”
“Y/N,” he repeats, this time more drawn out, almost pleading.
“Sunoo—”
“This is our last year,” he cuts in.
You pause.
The hallway noise continues around you, but his words settle heavier than everything else.
“Our last year of high school,” he adds, quieter now. “And you’ve spent most of it working, or hiding.”
You don’t respond right away.
Because he’s not wrong.
Sunoo nudges your arm gently.
“I just…” he hesitates for a second, then continues, “I want to see you have fun. Like actually have fun. Not just survive another day.”
Your chest tightens a little.
You look at him.
He’s not joking this time.
Not being dramatic.
Just… honest.
He clears his throat slightly, shifting back into a lighter tone.
“We could go together,” he adds quickly. “As friends.”
You blink. “Together?”
“Yeah,” he says. “You and me. Completely normal. Totally not weird.”
You narrow your eyes at him slightly. “…Right.”
He nods. “Exactly.”
You study him for a moment.
Then a small, knowing smile starts to form.
“You just want me to go with you because you ran for homecoming king and you don’t have anyone to go with.”
Sunoo pauses.
Then, without hesitation—
“Yeah, I guess that too.”
You let out a quiet laugh. “At least you’re honest.”
“I try.”
Before you can say anything else, he suddenly grabs your arm, shaking it lightly.
“Please, Y/N,” he says, his voice slipping back into full dramatics. “I’m begging you.”
You try to pull your arm back, but he just holds on tighter.
“Sunoo—”
“Please.”
“Sunoo.”
“Pleaseeeee!!”
You laugh under your breath, shaking your head. “God, you’re so annoying.”
“And yet,” he says proudly, “I’m still your favorite person.”
You roll your eyes.
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice like he’s about to say something important.
“You might even see your online friend there.”
Your smile falters, just a little.
You glance at him. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” he shrugs. “You go to the same school. Big event. It’s not impossible.”
You shake your head. “You watch too many romance movies.”
“And you don’t watch enough.”
You hesitate.
Just for a second.
Then you sigh softly. “…I’ll try to go.”
Sunoo freezes.
Then his entire face lights up. “Wait—seriously?”
“I said I’ll try,” you repeat.
“That’s basically a yes.”
“It’s not—”
“It is to me.”
You shake your head, but there’s a small smile still lingering on your lips.
And then—your phone beeps.
The sound is small, almost lost in the noise of the hallway.
But you recognize it instantly.
And funny enough, so does Sunoo.
He raises an eyebrow slowly. “…Was that him just now?”
You try to keep your expression neutral. “Was what him?”
“Your online friend,” he says. “The one you literally never stop texting.”
You sigh, but you can’t stop the slight smile that slips through as you reach into your pocket. “Maybe.”
You pull your phone out and glance down at the screen.
soccerlverr1115: did u survive first period
Something about it—
So simple, so casual—
It still makes your chest feel a little lighter.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly.
Sunoo groans. “You’re smiling at your phone again. This is so cheesy, I can’t deal with this.”
You ignore him, your thumbs already moving across the keypad.
The bell rings again, signaling the next period.
Students start moving faster now, brushing past you as they rush to class.
Sunoo sighs, stepping back.
“Alright,” he mutters. “Time for me to go suffer.”
You glance up.
“Bye Sunoo,”
“Have fun with 'soccer lover'.”
He starts walking backward down the hallway, pointing at you.
“And don’t forget—you’re coming to the formal.”
“I said I’ll try!”
“That literally means yes!”
You shake your head as he disappears into the crowd.
Then you look back down at your phone.
Your fingers hover for a second before typing.
stargirl_0327: yep, barely survived
You hit send and start walking toward your next class, slipping your phone back into your pocket.
But the small smile stays.
And for once—
The day doesn’t feel quite as heavy.
𐬽 . ♡︎
Jake hated working at the car wash after school.
It wasn’t the kind of hatred that made him miserable or dramatic about it. He wasn’t waking up every morning dreading his life or anything. He’d just spent so many years there that the place had started to feel like an extension of himself, and not in a good way.
Everything about it followed him around constantly. The smell of soap and wet pavement stuck to his hoodies no matter how many times they were washed. His hands were always dry from chemicals and hot water. Even at school, he sometimes caught himself smelling tire shine on his sleeves during class.
And the worst part was how his dad talked about the place.
Every single time Jake complained, even jokingly, his dad would clap him on the shoulder and say the exact same thing.
“Well son, one day this place is gonna be yours.”
But honestly, the idea made him feel trapped more than anything else.
Jake didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life yet, but he knew it definitely wasn’t this. He couldn’t imagine himself spending the rest of his life standing in a parking lot holding a clipboard while customers complained about water spots on their windows.
Still, arguing with his dad about it never got him anywhere.
So instead, Jake showed up after school every day and did the job.
The car wash was packed that afternoon. Cars wrapped around the lot in a long line, engines rumbling while employees hurried between lanes with towels thrown over their shoulders. Water sprayed continuously in the background, and the pavement reflected the late afternoon sunlight so brightly that Jake had to squint every few seconds.
Some old song played faintly from the garage radio while one of the younger workers struggled to vacuum out the backseat of a minivan.
Jake had barely finished helping with an SUV when his dad’s voice suddenly echoed across the lot.
“JAKE!”
Jake looked over immediately. “Yeah?”
“Take lane three!”
Jake let out a quiet sigh and grabbed the clipboard sitting nearby before making his way across the lot.
The second he reached lane three, he recognized the car. It was old, slightly dented near the bumper, and looked like it had survived years entirely out of stubbornness.
Jake blinked once. Was that...?
The driver-side door opened, and there you were.
Jake froze for half a second.
He recognized you immediately from school earlier that day. The image of you standing awkwardly by your locker while Hyeji embarrassed you in front of everyone had been replaying in his head for hours, no matter how much he tried to focus on something else.
And now you were here, at his car wash.
Jake suddenly became very aware of himself.
You stepped out of the car, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before looking over at him. The sunlight caught the side of your face softly, and Jake hated how quickly he noticed little things about you.
The way your hair moved in the breeze.
The tired look in your eyes, and the fact that you somehow looked prettier outside of school than you did in it.
Not intimidating pretty, not polished or perfect in the way girls like Hyeji looked. You looked real. Like the kind of person people naturally felt comfortable around.
Jake realized he’d been staring when you greeted him.
“Hey.” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts immediately.
Jake straightened up so quickly it was kind of embarrassing. “Oh— uh, hi.”
Real smooth, Jake.
You gave him a polite smile, though it looked a little cautious around the edges. Jake couldn’t blame you for that. As far as you knew, he was just the guy who stood there silently like an idiot while his girlfriend berated you in front of everyone.
The guilt hit him all over again.
He cleared his throat quickly and looked down at the clipboard in his hands. “So,” he said, trying to sound normal, “what seems to be the issue?”
You leaned lightly against the side of your car. “Uh, the engine's making this weird sound,” you explained. “And my brakes squeak sometimes.”
Jake nodded. “Okay. Got it.”
He crouched near the hood and started checking the car over while trying very hard not to seem awkward.
But it was pretty difficult. Because every time he looked up, you were standing there quietly watching him, and for some reason that made him nervous.
Jake opened the hood and inspected the engine carefully.
The car did need work.
Not terrible work, though.
Just enough to show it had been pushed a little too hard for a little too long.
Jake straightened up again after a moment and flipped through the checklist attached to his clipboard.
“You also need a wax...” he said absentmindedly while writing notes down.
Silence. Then, Jake looked up.
You were staring at him with your eyebrows furrowed. “…Excuse me?”
Realizing what he'd said, Jake’s stomach dropped instantly.
His eyes widened. “Oh—no,” he said quickly, nearly dropping the clipboard. “I meant the car. The car needs a wax.”
You blinked at him for a second before sighing dramatically. “Oh.”
Jake wanted the ground to open up beneath him.
You crossed your arms loosely. “Okay fine,” you shrugged. “Whatever.”
Jake rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while trying not to die from embarrassment.
Why would he phrase it like that?
He quickly finished writing down the services your car needed before tearing the paper off the clipboard and handing it to you.
“If you take this to the front desk inside,” he explained, “they’ll handle everything from there.”
You took the paper from him carefully. “Thanks.”
Your answer was polite, but short.
Jake couldn’t tell if you disliked him or if you were just naturally guarded around people.
Before he could think too much about it, loud honking suddenly echoed through the lot.
Not angry honking, melodic honking. Like somebody was intentionally trying to play a tune with their car horn.
Jake closed his eyes immediately, he already knew.
Two filthy cars pulled into the lot at the same time, covered in enough dirt and mud to look like they’d driven through a swamp.
Jake stared blankly as both car doors flew open.
“HIIII JAKE!”
“JAKEYYYYY!”
Haneul and Hera practically sprinted toward him.
“Jake, look!” Haneul said proudly while pointing toward her disgusting car. “It’s dirty!”
“We need a car wash,” Hera added dramatically. “Pleeeeaaassseeee?”
The two girls started bouncing excitedly in front of him like children asking for candy.
Jake blinked once. “…Did you guys drive through a natural disaster?”
Haneul gasped.
"Jake," Hera said laughing, “That is soo rude.”
Then both girls noticed you standing nearby.
Watching them silently, and judging them very openly.
Haneul narrowed her eyes immediately. “Don’t you have someplace else to be, y/n?”
Hera laughed beside her. “Yeah,” she added. “Our mom is looking for you.”
You looked completely unimpressed as you stepped away from your car, still holding the paper slip Jake gave you. “Gotta get the car waxed,” you said flatly.
Meanwhile, you glanced between the girls and their cars. “Who did you two hire to make your cars that dirty?”
Jake let out a laugh before he could stop himself.
Haneul put a hand dramatically over her chest. “What are you,” she asked, “the car police?”
Hera laughed loudly before trying to add onto the joke. “Yeah, because if she is then… uh…”
She paused awkwardly. “You’re under arrest?”
Silence. Nobody laughed. Jake had been looking around in awkwardness.
Hera looked around uncertainly while Haneul slowly turned toward her. “You just ruined the joke.”
“I got nervous!”
Jake shook his head, laughing quietly to himself.
"Why does Jiwon need me?" You say, breaking the silence.
Haneul simply glared at you.
"Something about the diner," Hera responds and points out, "don't just stand there! Get going."
You roll your eyes in finality, and walk towards the car wash reception.
Then Haneul suddenly turned back toward him with exaggerated doe eyes. “So,” she said sweetly, “Jakey.”
Jake already knew he was about to regret whatever came next.
“Give us a car wash?”
She blinked at him dramatically while Hera copied her expression beside her.
Jake scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Uh… yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Sure. One moment, ladies.”
Haneul and Hera immediately squealed like he’d just agreed to buy them a mansion instead of spray soap onto their cars.
“I knew he loved us,” Hera whispered dramatically.
“Of course he does,” Haneul replied while flipping her hair. “We’re delightful. He loves me more, though.”
“You guys are exhausting,” Jake muttered.
Neither of them heard him.
They were already arguing over which car looked dirtier while walking toward the waiting area together.
Jake looked over at your disappearing figure, and shook his head quietly, still smiling a little despite himself.
𐬽 . ♡︎
By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted.
Not the normal kind of tired either.
Not the kind sleep could fix.
It was the sort of exhaustion that sat heavy in your chest and followed you around all day, making everything feel slower. The week had dragged painfully, each morning blending into the next between school, the diner, homework, and Jiwon constantly breathing down your neck.
Even walking home from school felt harder than usual.
Your backpack hung heavily from one shoulder as you stepped through the side gate leading into the backyard. The late afternoon sun was still warm, casting long shadows across the patio furniture and overgrown grass.
You were already thinking about finally lying down for a little while when—
“Y/N.”
Your body stiffened slightly.
Jiwon’s voice came from the backyard patio.
You looked over immediately.
Jiwon was stretched out lazily across one of the lounge chairs near the pool, sunglasses perched on top of her head while a magazine rested against her lap. She looked completely relaxed, like she hadn’t spent the entire week ordering everyone around the diner.
She didn’t even look up right away when she spoke again.
“Come here for a second.”
You adjusted your bag higher onto your shoulder and walked over slowly.
The closer you got, the more your stomach tightened.
Because Jiwon only used that calm voice when she wanted something.
You stopped near the edge of the patio.
“Yeah?”
Jiwon finally glanced up at you over the rim of her sunglasses.
“Can you work a night shift tomorrow?”
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
Your stomach dropped immediately.
Saturday was the formal, the Halloween homecoming formal.
The one Sunoo had spent the entire week begging you to go to.
For a second, you just stood there quietly. Because normally, this part was easy. Normally you just said yes.
It was always yes.
You’d never really rejected Jiwon before. Not seriously, not when it came to work.
But this time—you took a slow breath.
“I can’t.”
The words felt strange coming out of your mouth.
Jiwon blinked once, then slowly sat up straighter in the lounge chair.
The movement was calm, too calm.
“And why,” she asked smoothly, “can’t you work tomorrow?”
You shifted awkwardly where you stood. Your shoe nudged at a loose pebble near the patio while you avoided looking directly at her.
“I… wanted to go to the Halloween formal.”
The second the words left your mouth, Jiwon scoffed, like actually scoffed. “Seriously?”
You looked up slightly. “Jiwon—”
“Formals are stupid,” she interrupted immediately. “You don’t need to go to those things.”
You swallowed slightly. “But I’ve never been to one before.”
Jiwon rolled her eyes. “And?”
You hesitated. “Sunoo wanted me to go with him.”
For a second, Jiwon just stared at you, then she laughed.
Not loud, and not kindly either.
It was the sort of laugh that made your stomach twist.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, shaking her head slightly. “You’re actually serious.”
Your grip tightened slightly around your backpack strap.
“The diner’s already gonna be understaffed tomorrow night,” Jiwon continued. “I need you there.”
“There are other workers—”
“And no offense,” she cut in smoothly, “but nobody wants someone like you at those dances anyway.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
Jiwon leaned back against the chair again, like this conversation bored her already.
“You really think people at school aren’t gonna make fun of you?” she asked. “Please.”
Your chest tightened.
You looked down at the ground again.
Because part of you hated how quickly her words got inside your head.
You swallowed hard. “I just wanted to—”
“Y/N,” Jiwon interrupted again, sharper this time.
You went quiet immediately.
Jiwon stared at you for a long moment before speaking again. “Do you still want to go to Columbia University?”
Your stomach twisted. Slowly, you nodded. Of course you did. That dream was the only thing keeping you going half the time.
Jiwon tilted her head slightly. “Well then you need to keep working if you wanna pay that tuition,” she said flatly. “Because I’m sure as hell not paying for it.”
You opened your mouth slightly, then closed it again.
Because what were you even supposed to say to that?
Jiwon sighed dramatically, already sounding irritated with the conversation.
“Honestly, I don’t know why you’re acting difficult all of a sudden.”
You stared down at the pebbles near your shoes. “I’m not trying to be difficult.”
“Then stop arguing.”
Silence settled between you, heavy and uncomfortable. The wind moved softly through the backyard trees while somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog barked faintly.
Finally, Jiwon waved a dismissive hand toward the house. “Whatever. Just get out of my face.”
You stayed still for half a second longer.
Then—
“And you’re not going to the formal,” Jiwon added firmly. “Period.”
That was it. Final.
Your shoulders sagged slightly.
Not because you were surprised, just because you were tired.
So tired. You nodded faintly even though it hurt to do it, then turned away from the patio without another word.
Jiwon had already leaned back into her chair again by the time you walked off, like the conversation was over the second she decided it was.
You walked quietly across the backyard, your backpack feeling heavier with every step.
By the time you reached the back door, your chest felt tight in that familiar way again.
Like you couldn’t breathe properly inside this house sometimes.
You climbed the stairs slowly once you got inside, exhaustion settling deeper into your bones with every creak of the steps beneath your feet.
And when you finally reached your room—
You shut the door softly behind you and just stood there for a moment, trying very hard not to cry over a stupid high school dance.
𐬽 . ♡︎
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A REAL MAN - SJY ༄.°
Jake Sim, son of one of the most wealthiest CEOs in Australia. Who also happens to be the man your parents set you to marry at 20 years old, and now—five years later, the father of your child. You and Jake have a..rocky relationship to say the least. The real question is, who’s going to be the first to break?
sim jaeyun x fem! reader
content warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst if you squint, arranged marriage, reader and jake have a kid, forced proximity, unprotected sex, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, masturbation (m & f), nipple stimulation, tit obsessed jake (he’s also pussy drunk asf), wet dreams, squirting, teasing, stubborn/avoidant reader, suggestive jokes, jake calls reader “mama”, mentions of alcohol and controlling parents, featuring Sunghoon and Jay. Just know Jake wants it real bad and he’s kind of pathetic.
word count: 21k (I got carried away)
this builds off of my jay fic here: Sweet Desire, but it can be read alone
ㅤ • 🗑 ㅤTHE RETROSPECTIVE 。 ( 성훈 )
𝒜𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 ' 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.
𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗎 👜 : 𝒻t. 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 × 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ꣑୧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾 ' 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 爱 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍
OO1 OO2 OO3 OO4
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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your daughter doesn’t get why do you work when sunghoon told her only men have to work.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fluff, established relationship, parenthood.
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: park sunghoon x reader.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 0.5k
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i didn’t post for a while but now i’m back and i will post more seriously.
it was monday 7:09 am and the last thing you wanted to do was get out of your comfy bed and go to work for eight hours.
but it seemed like you weren’t the only one who didn’t want you to go to work because when you just slightly shifted your daughter that was sleeping on your chest whined immediately and your husband’s grip on your waist tightened.
“mama where are you going?” your little one mumbled into your chest.
“i’m going to work baby, i’ll be back before you notice.” you reassured your daughter but she only hugged you tighter.
“why would you even go to work?” she pouted while you ran your hand through her hair.
“to pay for bills junhee.” you explained to her but she didn’t look convinced at all.
“dad can pay because he’s the man you should rest.” junhee said as if it was obvious while you got stunned.
“who taught you that?”
“daddy.” she responded immediately.
“sunghoon.” you shook his shoulders while he had still strong grip around your waist.
“hmm?” he mumbled sleepily.
“did you teach her that?” you asked and he sat up slowly.
“teach her what?” he rubbed his eyes.
“she just said that i shouldn’t go to work because man is supposed to pay.”
“is she wrong though?” he asked and immediately let out a whine when you slapped his broad shoulder.
“we can’t teach her that!” you explained and junhee just stared between both of you.
“why can’t we? it’s the truth!”
“dad if it’s the truth then why is mommy going to work?” junhee gave him a questioning look.
“that’s not my fault! i told her multiple times that she can drop out we. have enough money to live the best life without mama working.” he said and junhee’s eyes sparkled with hope immediately.
“mommy can you drop out of your job and stay home forever with me?” she beamed excitedly on your lap and you let out a sigh.
“baby that’s not how it works—” you tried but she interrupted you.
“it is exactly how it works and you always come back so tired after work and complain so why would you bother and go there if you can stay at home with me.”
“i’m going to work because i have to be independent.”
“why?” she pouted.
“i’m going to work and that’s my final decision, you can stay at home with your dad because he has a day off today.” you said as you took her off your lap and stood up.
“but i want you to stay too.”
“not an option.” you said as you grabbed your clothes and went to change to the bathroom.
“don’t worry princess next time it’ll work out.” sunghoon hugged your daughter.
✸ UNKNOW RAGEBAITER? : S.ML
IN WHICH;; You text a random number looking to beef with them just for fun because your bored— but what happens when the random number you text ends up being your favorite idol?
Status:; ongoing || taglist;: open
────୨ৎ────
ᯓ★ Part 1
ᯓ★ Part 2
ᯓ★ Part 3
ᯓ★ Part 4
SMILE ⋆˚꩜。 SJY
pairing: student!jake sim x student!fem!reader
synopsis: in which a soft smile jake gave y/n across the lecture hall was the start of her crush. jake was a cute guy, impossible to ignore. y/n always talked about him to her friends, what if jake did the same?
smau au
•taglist: open ! comment if you wanna be added or removed!
featuring: enhypen (ot7), yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), giselle (aespa), anton (riize).
profiles
anton's silly fans | jaywon and friends
chapters
001 he has been promoted!
002 sunsun and friends
003 come back twin...
004 life's worth living
005 reassurance por favor
006 am i the huzz?
007 oh who is you?
008 my little sunshine
009 yes finally progress
010 character development
011 prolly not
012 live tweeing
taglist: @roavinza @needywwon @woninlove @cokewithcameron @itsglitt @lilisznq @areikii @hyyhwriter @chocoblogs @clowpjm @sievenderz @enhaxlhs @natainred @rikishu @shaiimuraaa @love4yubin @4myseven @yangw0ni3 @swo07sh @strwbysunoo @dina-10s-blog @bestboileeknow @mfcherry @ni-kimyman4real @jungwonsrealwife1 (comment if u wanna be added or removed!)
“PLAYBOY SHIT” - park sunghoon smau
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ welcome to the PLAYBOY SHIT smau series!
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
۶ৎ profiles
۶ৎ “why r you ganged up w baddies” (part 1)
۶ৎ “take a load of this guy” (part 2)
۶ৎ “IS THAT PARK SUNGHOON WITH YOU?!” (part 3)
಄ more parts cmg soon!
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Enhypen Fic Recs!!
Jake
funny, funny valentine @cigsaftersuh
nerds need love too @juwonsicle
i saw you in a dream [a] @xodontsayno
favourite girls (dad!jake) @courire
how to get your ex back 101 @0210sjy
oh, this old thing? @mcwilla
at ease @cherry-lala
good [a] @mokalody
caught in my web @fatalhoon
sunflower @lac4ygal
5 star dick, 5 star dickhead @lac4ygal
lover (dad!jake) @jjwoned
home
capiche [a] @heewnss
two peas in a pod [a] @cherry-lala
cheating with you [a] @misolhee
angel @piercedjake
off limits @strwbryki
dirty little secret @hanniehaeo
🤕 @hoonkitti
snow (dad!jake) @wivksz
ure the moon, im the sea @rinaliteracy
Sunghoon
dangerous comfort [a] @neptunsx
attention @yooniso
in sickness & in health @hoonstrology
just say goodnight n go [a] @endoll
terms and conditions @hoonkitti
my kind of woman @kittylicious-xx
our fist snow @kissued
and now im still hanging on [a] @ikeu05
the first night @wonton88
a girls amateur guide to chemistry @heetaki
the only one in the audience [a] @f4lling4me
power energy @mayohan
little miss mistake [a] @janiary
cultivate my love @hoonstrology
fixed comfort @paarksunghoon
without words @slytherinshua
how did you know you liked appa? (dad!psh) @tobiosbbyghorl
wikihow: to flirt @jaylaxies
a study on moles @riluvs
attention @heartbesideyou
king of tears [a] @enhaflixer
from the dark @enjji
paper crowns @a11100
kimchi my way to your heart @tobiosbbyghorl
practice makes perfect @nishimmortal
give up heaven [a] @yeonzzzn
spring snow @leaderwonim
georgia, georgia, i love your son [a]
powder pink @noirellee
save me @enstvrdust
adore you (dad!psh) @tokibelle
to my first [a] @dazedinadream
false advertisement @florecial
older bf @ensomniiac
kiss & tell @lac4ygal
hold me tight @hyyhwriter
how to pretend [a] @enchive
stay with me? [a] @mokalody
took my wife's name @mwaeom
Hesseung
are we friends? @solonenova
bf material @hyuckzcult
seek your warmth @writerraider
ruin the friendship [a] @jongst4r
the monster's gone, he's on the run, and your bf's here @leaderwonim
what's ur eta?
birthdays @lovelee-evan
boardroom to bedroom
talk to me
heavanly diaries
between schedules and stethoscopes @ot7archives
Ni-ki
baby girl (dad!niki) @prettybs
tsundere @wonton88
kitten and chewy cookies @f4lling4me
baby daddy @prettybs
1-800-iloveyou [a] @drkbl00d
moles @a11100
last time [a] @gh4hg
5 more minutes @nisc0
night routine @amoressb
sleepless nights @yawnzzyn
clueless @prettybs
consequences @writerraider
honey blonde @baskinginvellichor
childs play [a] @lac4ygal
fool in love [a] @strwbryki
me orr?? @emiileys
Enhypen
masterlist @thinemoonshine
being roommates with 3 guys? @boigyu
noona kinda yeppo i guess @twocupsofsuga
and no cliche book tropes @thinemoonshine
the glass doors between them @rin-yeumi
lovin' the extreme, now are you game? @02zc0re
shared secret @hoonkitti
subtitles for yn @smokebombsandspotlights
8th member, dating txt member @jongst4r

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Enhypen Fic Recs!!!
Jake
sender unknown @hoonstrology
after hours @heesbaby
argument @wonsiwon
magic word (dad!jake) @boyfhee
just friends @avtrns
chase you @bywons
bed monster (dad!jake)
brother's best friend @007chan
offline
rebirth [a] @wonsiwon
8ball is for losers @flrtwoo
higher fashion, higher love @yeuvio
slipping through my fingers (dad!jake) @jjwoned
under the same stars @liuhsng
forget me not (dad!jake) @youngheejay
only if you say yes @jakeyzzz
oops, juno? @moonheecore
hello kitty meets batman @star-sim
things we never said [a] @hoonigiris
princess treatment @jakesimfromstatefarm
ragebait
what time is it?
🤕 @babyjinsu
what friends dont do [a] @babyjinsu
tell me lies [a] @baekguwu
break the ice @jaylver
brisbane (dad!jake) @i2sunric
marshmallow (dad!jake) @jjwoned
manipulative @nephynes
obsessive [a] @yunstruck
assistant bf @manariee
eat me up [a] @dvrk-moon
too warm to cuddle..but not really @shyoko
loyal puppy [a] @junsfriend
new years eve @vanillaxbambi
get her back @solonenova
crayon portraits (dad!jake) @sundives
wiping the spoon @katseyepen
Sunghoon
my penpal - wait what?! @ihankaji
coffee cup @run2min
teeth @romancentold
crazy, stupid love @jaylver
past life [a] @junsfriend
90s couple and their argument [a] @babyjinsu
under the mistletoe @endoll
nothing weird @solonenova
word limit reached @hoonstrology
keep it down @heethera
dating psh @vivvangel
lightweight @mqytcha
interrupted @katseyepen
Heeseung
ride with caution @liuhsng
no way bro @xzinbdg
i offer you my everything @heegyukeluv
baby, baby, baby [a] @guppiechuu
with and without [a] @bywons
i'll be here when you're back @honeyedfate
something old, something new @stllmnstr
lover boy @moonheecore
the sweetest love out there [a] @orimuraa
hopeless @star-sim
crawling back to you [a] @shy9-29
party's over, pack your stuff @wonsiwon
win one win me @jaylver
love at first speed
private but not secret
dress
heavy little love (dad!hs) @hazelira
consumed @luvjakee
posting my ex @hoonstrology
hope they catch us @manariee
red bean bun @run2min
no matter what [a] @likeafeverrr
sugar! honey! love! (dad!hs) @callikari
Ni-ki
late night calls @sqrclouds
7 minutes @kissued
anything for you @amoressb
hot cocoa confessions [a] @jinz
oh niki youre so fine @aernx
emo boy @sweethoons
ugly sweaters but pretty @j4eyxn
a trophy with teeth [a] pt 2. @elikajinnie
caramel honey @boyfhee
the one for me [a] @zuziaa
flashing lights @prettybs
higher
let me in @yeuvio
wiping the spoon @katseyepen
after lights @wonirio
Enha
life with enha @en-bino
we'll never have sex [a] @itaiyaki
she's media trained @bbsantc
this is why i cant go anywhere @twocupsofsuga
barging in
repost @aegsle
you are mine @orimuraa
too close @thinemoonshine
im not cure anymore @kireistrawberryjayla
## — PAIRING sunghoon x fem!reader
## — SYNOPSIS throughout life, there will always be times where you’re faced with unexpected circumstances, whether good or bad, and it just so happened to be y/n who had to deal with it. y/n and sunghoon have dated for years before mutually breaking up, deciding to remain friends for the better—but what would prevail after finding out that sunghoon still has lingering feelings for her?
## — GENRE angst, fluff, smau
## — WARNINGS cursing, mentions of violence (joking manner), hectic at times
## — A/N this is my first au and smau at that so please bear with me
profiles 1 | profiles 2
! TAGLIST CLOSED !
vol. 1 — wretched park sunghoon
vol. 2 — she’s very pretty to me
vol. 3 — what? so you can lose?
vol. 4 — my spidey senses are tingling
vol. 5 — should i be concerned?
vol. 6 — you’re on your own
vol. 7 — he’s miserable
vol. 8 — hey big head
vol. 9 — the perfect opportunity
vol. 10 — what did she do to me
vol. 11 — break a leg, or not
vol. 12 — what do i do
vol. 13 — sunghoon l0ser era
vol. 14 — consolation ice cream
vol. 15 — not good for me
vol. 16 — ..feelings
vol. 17 — SNITCH!
vol. 18 — are you feeling threatened?
vol. 19 — codependent
vol. 20 — reread that for me
vol. 21 — was i just invisible?
vol. 22 — growing up
vol. 23 — pea brain sunghoon
vol. 24 — social reject agenda
vol. 25 — it’s a date
vol. 26 — main character
BEHIND THE SCENES 🎬
🎬 SYNOPSIS: Sunghoon was at the top of his game, staring in every major romance drama to hit the big screen. When he met you, he expected to watch you swoon over him like his previous co-stars, but you’re not so impressed when meeting in person. Modeling is looking at lot better than acting right about..now. ACTION!
🎬 GENRE: strangers 2 enemies, enemies 2 friends, f2l yk the usual, fluff, angst, crack/humor, one sided pinning, love triangle?? some established relationships, fem x fem relationship between 2 characters
🎬 WARNINGS: sexual jokes, swearing, I’ll add more if needed
🎬 STARRING: sunghoon x fem!reader, enha members, itzy members, stray kids member, txt member
🎬 UPDATES: when I can tbh,, but let’s go with semi-frequent. (don’t quote me on this)
PERMANENT TAGLIST: @luvrjn @hobistigma @gongiz @jensrose @cahiwo @kyleeanne @missmadwoman @shysakuno @tsukypoetic & @ryuflix
AU TAGLIST: open! send an ask/comment!
COMPLETED AS OF JAN 23’
A/N: chapter 7 won’t let me link chapter 8 or do any changes so it’ll be easier to come back and find it here
PROFILES: #brockenegoclub | relationships? ew
CHAPTERS:
01 - PLEASE GET LAID
02 - I think I broke it
03 - Tony the mf tigered
04 - Connect 4ing the dots
05 - “reputation”
06 - Get my elbows wet
07 - Now it’s your turn
08 - Like it’s hot? Like a potato?
09 - Cuffed up ig
10 - Like a date?
11 - OH NO-
12 - Freaky Friday again?
13 - Stick to the script
14 - Friends
15 - Now or never
16 - Tucken salad?
17 - Rooting for the underdog
18 - Uncalled for
19 - Say it back
20 - Really pretty yet really stupid
21 - THIS IS NOT YOUR PRIV?!
22 - See you..soon
23 - Guess we’re both wrong then
EPILOGUE
𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
࿏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
࿏ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐀𝐔 (𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫), 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬/𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬!𝐀𝐔, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐀𝐔; 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, (𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞) 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
࿏ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚/𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
࿏ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫...
࿏ 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐋𝐒𝐅𝐌'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐒𝐊𝐙'𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧
࿏ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃
࿏ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | 𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
࿏ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒
𝖢𝖠𝖴𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖶𝖤𝖤𝖭 。 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻
𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 ❤︎ 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 & 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗇’𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
✶ . . . 𝘄 。 ! love triangle mild jealousy light physical touch oblivious yn teasing tension fluff ─── 002 ❜ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 。 % ˃ ᗜ ˂
CLIP ONE
The practice room was sticky with sweat and the faint smell of vanilla from the diffuser. YN was sprawled on the floor, chest heaving after the final run of the new choreography. A cold water bottle suddenly appeared in her line of sight.

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Surprise Guest
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Summary: NCT Dream receives a special guest during their Fansign Event in Qingdao who they're happy to see.
A/N: I felt like writing something cute after seeing some posts on their fansigning lololol. It's quite cheesy but eh, we need some cheesy moments in between this angst series lololol
They all sighed unknowingly in sync as they went through seven more fans at the table. They were enjoying the fansign, it's been a while since they got to meet fans, but it does get tiring with all the socialising, and it was a bit tiring for them emotionally when they think about how not everyone came, that one member was missing at the fansign. She was always a constant presence for them, not once went on hiatus for any reason until now. It felt weird not having her in between them for them to protect and look out for. It kind of felt like they had nothing to do in a sense...
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