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planning on writing a fic based on "all the boys i've loved before" but with a twist that the characters of the fic will represent boys ive had a crush on in real life
genre : harry potter au, jily trope cuz i love jily, fluff
word count : 929
a/n : i love jily (james and lily) so i just had to write this. even if ur unfamiliar with harry potter, i tried to make this as understandable as possible! also it's kind of poorly written so i'm very sorry for that. also sunwoo calls the reader princess but u can imagine it as whatever u want! i just thought the nickname was fitting.
kim sunwoo was persistent. no, certain that you would go out with him someday. ever since that fateful day he first saw you on the train to hogwarts, he’d been irrevocably, and undeniably in love with you. and unfortunately for you, kim sunwoo was never quiet with his feelings.
in fact, it was quite the opposite. every day, he’d partake in various grand gestures, all with the implication of him asking you out. whether it be disrupting the great hall announcements with fireworks that smell like fresh flowers, spelling out “y/n, go out with kim sunwoo!!” in all caps or constantly passing incredibly cheesy note-poems to you in the middle of classes. with their contents ranging from “knock knock” “who’s there?” “the love of your life, kim sunwoo ;)” to a full-fledged poem describing his feelings for you in a surprisingly well-versed manner.
nevertheless, you had always made your answer clear as day. “the day pigs fly, and the day you wear a bloody head boy badge, will i ever go on a date with you.”
this had been quite the ongoing back-and-forth dynamic. in fact, it’s been like this since first year that everyone in school, and their great aunt’s have heard about kim sunwoo’s undying unrequited love for you.
it was embarrassing to admit but truth be told, you had considered agreeing to his advances a few times. and as the years passed, you did agree, he had grown on you since you first met him, stuffing his face full with chocolate frogs as he tries his best to make small talk with you in the same compartment.
but you would never actually say yes to him. he’s kim sunwoo, for goodness’ sake! notorious troublemaker kim sunwoo. leader of the marauders kim sunwoo. there’s no way you, prefect since 5th year, and a regular at the school library, would ever be compatible with him!
fortunately though, 7th year was approaching like lightning, and you had the smallest glimmer of hope that sunwoo has changed. maybe he’ll stop with the antics, the grand gestures, and constant unreciprocated pick up lines.
as soon as you know it, the first day has already come! and you could not be more surprised. you hadn’t seen even a glimpse of kim sunwoo all day! even his best friends, eric sohn, and ju haknyeon where no where to be find. seemingly strange as on all the other years, sunwoo had a tradition of scaring you on the platform before tagging along to whatever compartment you choose.
but maybe he has changed. maybe he’s moved on? well that’s good then! good for you. no more kim sunwoo to annoy you while you’re busy with your n.e.w.t.s later this year. he’ll find someone else! you kept telling yourself that over, and over again with the hopes that you’d brainwash yourself into thinking it’s true. but a betraying part of you didn’t want that. school wouldn’t be the same without kim sunwoo constantly on your tail with a mischievous grin, and surprise gift from honeydukes.
nevertheless, you tried to focus on unpacking as your roommates conversed in what they’ve been up to during summer break. but when it was your turn to talk, you were caught off guard, then your mind went blank. the only thing in it–kim sunwoo.
speak of the devil… fortunately for you, before you could stutter a lame response out, you heard a confusing sound at your window. as you inched closer, you realized someone was throwing stones at it! flinching, another one hit it before you opened the window, outraged at whoever could’ve done this.
that was until you finally saw him. sunwoo. poodle hair, quidditch broom, gryffindor uniform, and all. that was until you noticed something. something different on the chest of his uniform. but there was no way, right?
he gave you a shit-eating grin, being sure you were watching before whipping his wand out in a cocky fashion, pointing at some unknown place on the ground before you watched a pig nervously rise from the ground. somehow, sunwoo flicked his wrist as two white feathery wings sprouted from the pig’s back, and his levitation spell went off.
with only the smallest struggle, the pig began flying around the air, returning to the land with an alarmed look. then, sunwoo inches closer to your window, flying until he was face-level with you, letting you get a better look at him, and wow, has he matured.
“what were your exact words, y/n?” he tapped a finger to his chin, feigning confusion as he pretended to think. “the day pigs fly, and i get a head boy badge?” he quoted you with a questioning tone before throwing his badge in the air, swiftly catching it with a smug look.
“what do you say? may i whisk you away, princess?”
sunwoo draws a hand to you as you simply stand there, appalled, failing to notice how your little conversation with sunwoo had gained a small audience as your roommates simply watch in a mix of amazement, and confusion.
you sigh as sunwoo tilts his head, still awaiting your response.
“fair game, kim.” you simply tell him with a faint smile, placing your hand on his, feeling quite amused by sunwoo's expression. as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth right now.
sunwoo muttered a “holy shit”, smiling before letting you on his broom, your roommates cheering as you nervously held onto him tightly while he flew you across the land below.
genre : stable boy!jisung x royal!reader, romeo & juliet vibes, star crossed lovers, fluff
word count : 610
a/n : if this receives good feedback i will most likely make it a full fledged fic just bc ?? stable boy jisung so cute also i love that old school enchanted romeo & juliet kingdom vibes
lying in bed, you stare at the ceiling of your large bedroom. your eyes are wide open as you struggle to even keep your eyes closed for more than a second. with a frustrated sigh, you sit up in your bed, pulling your sheets closer to you as you stare around your room, not a thought in mind. your eyes eventually wander to your bedside table. where a ceramic pot with a single rose stood, tall and high.
the mere sight of the flower reminded you of the day prior. it reminded you of your stable boy, park jisung.
yes, park jisung, the tall but awkward kid who teaches you how to horseback ride every weekend. he grew up in the rural countryside where he, naturally, learned how to ride a horse as his main form of transportation. after moving to the kingdom, his father works as a castle butler and after jisung graduated high school, he earned a job teaching the princes and princesses how to horseback ride.
now, you’re all too familiar with the castle staff, you are next in line for the throne so getting to know the people who work for you is common courtesy. but jisung, in particular, you wanted to get to know.
there was no explanation behind it. but something about him intrigued you. there was something about him that drew you in. all the times he immediately averted eye contact when you noticed him staring. all the times slightly tensed when your hand grazed his even the smallest bit. all the times you fell off the horse, and he caught you while you two stay like that. staring into each other’s eyes.
unfortunately for you, there is a huge no-no on fraternizing with non-royals in a romantic manner. in fact, the immediate second you’re given the crown, you’re required to find someone to marry from one of the neighbouring kingdoms, marry them, have kids, and continue the bloodline, blah blah blah.
of course, this rule wasn’t always behaved. your great aunt was originally going to inherit the kingdom but she ended up running away with her villager husband as they started their own family, leaving the kingdom to your great grandmother who was the only one near the right age.
now, it’s not like that was your exact plan, you were never the big picture thinker. plus, jisung may not even be the type to wanna do that, even you might not be. but things change, and you definitely won't think the same in a couple years. and so, if it does come to that… you surely won’t be the first.
luckily though, you’re still young! most likely about three to four years until your parents deem you “ready” to lead a whole entire kingdom–as if anyone would ever be ready for that.
and so, for now…
“y/n!”
the distant sound of your name being called can be heard from your bedroom as you rush to your balcony, the curtains blowing outside through the open window. your eyes trail down to the grass ground as you spot a tall figure looking up at you, waving while awkwardly glancing around, almost nervous to get caught.
you smile as you wave back before rushing to one of the nearby tree branches, grabbing it as you clamber onto the tree, sliding downwards until you were right beside jisung. “you ready?
“yeah but the ants will probably get to the food first if we don’t hurry!” he exclaims in a hushed tone as you simply respond with a giggle, grabbing his wrist, and whisking him to the agreed upon place for your secret rendezvous picnic.
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❝ when i wanted a life changing experience, i didn't mean this. ❞
pairing | nct dream x fem!reader
genre | fluff with big clumps of angst, to all the boys i've loved before inspired au, a whole love octagon, implied enemies to lovers, college au
warnings | profanity, mentions of alcohol and smoking, mentions of bullying, sexual mentions (no smut though, just suggestive), the dreamies are assholes here, FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC. they're absolute angels irl so plz take it with a pinch of salt
notes | preview for my upcoming series is up! i hope you guys are as excited for this as much as i am :] taglist is also open incase any of you want an update, the plot is similar to the netflix show but to let you know the story progress wont go the same way the show does!
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synopsis | an incident that spiraled your life in so many ways possible. out of your entire school life, you had only written letters about people who you so much despised, being it for your eyes only. until a day, word came out that they’d been exposed. you remembered, out of hundred and nine– there was a top seven.
You were known to be a little petty ever since you walked the world, one incident and there was always that small notebook you kept laying in your pit of files, free for you to spill your feelings on with the bridled anger stomached in your body. From kindergarten all the way to college, unexpectedly. From the chicken scribbles back in your neonate days, all the way to you being an adult. Much so or less, you still remember so clearly about every rant you had written down in that already so fragile book; even the ones that made no sense, namely 'Engelish boy was very mean, I hope he bad day today. I kicked him in leg. He cry. XD'.. right.
You always forgive though, but you never forget.
Albeit you had somewhat a tradition. There would always be someone you'd end up despising, so much so you needed to write a discrete letter for that person alone, in the color red especially.
Of course, these letters were hidden with much more heed. A small secret compartment you had built yourself after.. accidentally hitting the inside of the drawer with a hammer after you were finished repairing your room. In lieu of fixing the hole with uncooked ramen, it made a great hidden cache for your letters.
There weren't much anyway, you were surprised that there was only less than ten out of hundreds of people I suppose, but there was no one else to make you detest that person even more so than these seven. Your top seven.
You still think about the letters, reminiscing while you laugh at the stupid things they had done to you. They were for your eyes only anyway, so what was there to regret on what you had wrote?
A smile plastered on your face, resting lightly on the head on your comfort chair as you shut your eyes to take a small, light nap, leaving the damned letters in your very arms.
dear jisung,
i really don’t give a fuck about your clumsiness, but in what way made you so smug? to the point where you literally do not care about any of the chaos you cause around you?
let's travel to the time i was working on my chemistry project, you literally have no idea how much time i spent completing it. just as i was about as done finishing the thesis, of course you had to spill acid on it.
i came home late from my shift at the library yesterday, realising i had left a few papers at work– which meant me redoing all of those missing pages again until at about 5 in the morning, i didn't take the after hours, which meant sungchan had probably thrown it out mistaking it as some piece of trash. entirely my fault, sure, but if you were so busy the whole week– schedule packed to the point you aren’t even able to sit on your bed for a second, you’d forget too. i’m just as clumsy as you are, surely you’d understand right? let’s not forget, i was rushing, and i had to arrive at the dorm before the gates closed or else i’d spend my time sleeping at the library and risk an earful from the security guard for alleged ‘trespassing’. that man does not catch a break with his mouth, i can tell you that.
OOH but then you just had to ‘accidentally’ knock over the chemical tube and spill the acid everywhere on it.
every piece of paper stuck on that book burned to ashes.
thanks a lot, jisung.
mrs. lim knows that i've been missing out on work and i can tell she’s been disappointed with my performance in class. i feel extremely bad for failing chemistry, and i'm sure you know she’s working her hardest being a teacher at 44 all the while taking care of her four children.
i spent hours crying in my room because of my wasted effort. mind you, it seemed that you had done it on purpose, especially with that stupid smirk on your face. you didn't even apologise, and just sat there doing nothing. remind me not to sit with you ever again in any of the classes we take together. don’t know if that clumsiness is some scheme to get you away easily from the troubles you cause, but you need that attitude checked. ASAP.
sincerely, jung y/n.
dear donghyuck,
honestly, i'm pretty confused on how to start on this vent letter.
let’s start off with, please shut the fuck up. god, i don’t care about your spontaneous personality but you need to stop shouting and rambling for once, and those drinking habits? i think it’s time for it to go. when you told me that you had come to college to have fun as an adult, i did not mean for you to go partying literally every 4 times in a week and come home crying, punching and pouring your utmost feelings to the wall.
i hoped for you to at least be someone tolerable but, apparently not. remember the time you hosted a party in our dorm without asking me first? i’m not the boss, but please be considerate to ask permission from your dear roommate. you're not the only one living here, and let me just say, you don’t pay the rent here either.
cleaning up stupid confetti and puke stains, food crumbs and disgusting used condoms on MY bed. i cleaned all of the stupid mess you made, while you were busy slumping on the couch, intoxicated with alcohol as i spend the rest of the night praying that you would hopefully be kind enough as to ask me permission the next time you hold a party.
unfortunately so, you continued doing it again even after your so-called apology. this time, the fire alarm even rang and you know who got the scolding? i did. i even risked getting kicked out of the dorm by the landlord because even if i was lucky enough to be charged a reasonable price of monthly rent, complaints would be a risk.
you keep me awake all night, concerned every time– as if i were to shut an eye, i’d be hearing an ambulance alarm pass by. you should be glad i still kept you in, if i was still 16 year old me, your ass would be out and about i’m afraid. just because I barely complain does not mean i don’t despise you, just know i’ve always dreamed about kicking you to the curb.
the parties are not the only thing, you’ve always asked me to do stuff for you too. nothing is wrong with being dependant but you use me to your advantage every chance you get, and i fucking hate it.
you annoy the shit out of me, just please. shut up. you don't know how happy i am when i go on holiday just because you aren’t here to make my life a living hellhole.
sincerely, jung y/n.
dear mark,
guess who's writing this in the nurse's office right now. that’s right, i am!
why?
well, let’s just say; mark lee was showing off to his four other friends about his new rugby tactic that he was going to do and it was all good until the ball didn’t hit the net– it hit my face.
now, i’m holding an ice pack on the left side of my purple face while my other free hand is writing this angry letter to you.
gosh, mark. you didn’t even say sorry. instead, you laughed it off with your friends. funny right? harshly hitting a girl in the face with a rugby ball as she hurls in pain, what’s next? are you going to laugh too if my head gets cut off from my body the next time around? you literally had no sense of shame or pity of the fact that you psychically hurt me to the point where my sight has been slightly blurry.
not to mention, you even shouted “don’t forget to throw it back!’ instead of helping me, which meant you were completely aware of the accident you just caused. luckily, i don’t really know jack shit about you, but congratulations for being the asshole of the year. never knew that i'd end up with a bruised face after my first encounter with you.
this letter won’t be as long because i'm currently crying my eyes out because of how painful my face feels right now. good to know you’re a horrible person. the nurse told me to stay away from you and our friends, and you know what? i gladly will without a doubt.
fuck you. sincerely, jung y/n.
dear jeno,
a living nightmare you are.
hearing your name come out from my mother’s mouth was the worst thing for me to hear everyday. jeno this, jeno that. you were always that kid my mom compared me to, from good grades, good performance, good looks, fucking everything.
it would’ve been fine if you weren’t stuck up but right! not everyone is perfect am i right? forget how my mom treats me like the biggest failure in life, you need to stop making fun of me for it. It hurts me a lot.
whenever i do something wrong, you’d take up the chance to pick on me and bring my mood down to a tea. especially when i struggled with finals in 11th grade, fucking all i could hear was you saying “i’d be disappointed if i had a child like you too.” or let’s not forget, “you wish you were me huh?”
well guess what? the last thing i ever want to be is you.
you don’t know the many times i’ve cried because of how upset i was. crying every night because i’ll never be the daughter my mom wants me to be, and your stupid words keep me up all night too. well i’m sorry i’m not as smart as you are, i’m sorry im not good at everything, i’m sorry for not being you.
you’d always bring me down, always.
look, i know that i might seem like i don't care about your cocky sentences, hell i really don't! but really, i’m not that much of a tough guy once you leave the scene. yes, i cried in the toilet cubicles. what about it? are you going to laugh at me about that too? that i can’t stand up for myself because all i can do is cry about it like a baby?
you just see me as some measly object to pick on, because if there’s anyone to make you feel better about yourself, it’s me. you’re an insecure little prick, and i know it. i’m so glad we wont be in the same classes anymore, because if anything, i want you to stay the fuck away from me.
jung y/n.
dear jaemin,
you know, you really piss me off. i don't care if you're the class president, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes– actually, all the time.
i want you to know the reason why i forgot to clean my desk; i was arranging the maths textbooks in room 5 which YOU forgot to arrange and when i came back, i got a detention slip.
I’ll let you know it’s not even the first pink slip i’ve gotten, countless times i’ve had it smacked on my table as you send me off for every mistake i’ve made, small, big– most of which weren’t even needed for detention. I could tell you hated my guts, which i have yet to know the reason for.
i don't know if it was because i stole your beloved position last year or it’s because you’re generally so uptight about every single thing. just know i hate you too.
you don’t even let me explain? whatever, you don't bother listening anyways. thanks to you and your power abuse, i have a huge amount of detention slots in my school record. now it decreases my chance of getting into the university i dream of getting into, because who would want a student with an abhorrent school record? you writing down the reasons for my detention slips are another thing, because i’m sure you write the biggest lies on that piece of paper.
i’m so tired of it, i really am. because of you, my performance in school crumbled. just know if i ever end up on the streets, you’re one of the many reasons why.
sincerely, jung y/n.
dear chenle,
i don’t know what to say.
a bully turned friend huh?
i feel guilty for writing this letter about you but i really cannot forget the time you turned the tables for me. from stealing my books, shaming me, taking advantage of me, it hurts just thinking about it actually. you say it was jeno that had forced you to do it, but you both were just the same. picking on me from back to back.
i couldn’t even breathe when you were around, you brought shivers down my spine just at 7 years old. sure you were a child back then, but the teasing still lingers on today. we reconciled, you apologised but do you really have to pin the blame on somebody else when you were the reason for everything?
do you know how scared i was of you? i couldn’t even come to school at that point.
i’m a little disappointed that you, out of every person, was the first to do this. my very own friend. I don’t know if you still feel guilty about it, or if you even feel sorry at all– but just know that i’ll never forget what you’ve done to me.
i’m keeping it short, now that i wrote this letter i’m afraid i’ll be thinking about it again. i've given you a second chance, and I hope you take it well.
just hoping you changed for the better.
sincerely, jung y/n.
..renjun.
everyone has an ex they despise with their entire soul, heart and being.
and you’re one of them.
god, if there was anyone i hated more than anything, it was you. you toyed with my feelings so harshly.
all i wanted was for you to love me and support me like a boyfriend should, i poured out my heart and feelings to you and I appreciated your effort for comforting me no matter how pretentious you were, i was happy you were there to listen to me. just as i thought a bright light entered my dark world, you were apparently just some stupid fucking meteor shower coming to ruin my life.
some people might say that “where there's love, there's no place for hatred.” and bullshit like- “ getting someone is not the only definition of love, letting go the one you love can too be the definition of love,” to be honest, these quotes are just idiotically funny. for me, my emotions are always at two extremes. there's love and there's hatred, either one can be my friend or nothing. It's like the extreme end of a long thread and there's no intermediate breaking point in it to adjust any other emotion.
yes, i hate you because i loved you so much. yes, i do hate you because i cared so much. yes, i do hate you because once you were my life. yes, i do hate you because you meant everything to me.
you cut my heart into pieces and threw it in the gutter for reasons unknown. you didn't have a second thought, you never even tried to get things clear between us. you knew that i loved you, no matter what, you knew i'll never hurt you, so out of that surety, you cheated on me. you said goodbye so easily as you broke it off, i wonder every day if you regret doing what you did. was i just some rebound to you?
i really thought you knew better, i don't know if you fell out of love, or if i wasn’t enough for you, better yet, you probably got tired of me.
read the preview! excited for your haechan fic. <33
omgg thank u so much!! honestly progress is super slow rn because im so busy and i constantly get writers block whenever i sit down and try to write but my winter break is coming soon so itll hopefully be done soon!!
hiya anon thank u for the question :]] !! ill do both idols and songs because idk i just like to get into detail LOL i dont have a lot of close moots so </33
@beombon - be there for you, nct dream / mark
AAHH i love btfy so much, it fits you so well DUDE it has that homey kind of feel, I know we've only talked for a while but I already feel so comfortable with you :( -- that's why i gave you mark!! fun to be with, friendly and just overall just muah, deserves all the love LIKE smth about you just makes u so likeable
@sooshibot - girl with the tattoo, miguel / soobin
u as ur ult..U BOTH JUST FIT SO WELL. gwtt makes me cry LIKE IDK GIRL STOP MAKING ME CRY EVERYTIME my safe space and literally my most fav person in the world I dont know what id do without u :( Sure soobin may be taller than u but u have got such high spirit ilysm
@jensrose - funny thing, thundercat / jisung
U JUST GIVE ME SO MUCH PARK JISUNG VIBES, ur adorable and funny oh my gosh so sweet too. i think im tied between sungie and xiaojun but wow, ur a fun person to be with, literally pulled out my caps lock at u within a few seconds of interaction
@tsupuffs - chocolate, day6 / younghoon
HAII RUKSS ur such a good person, definitely a top tier wingman!! idk to be honest, every time we talk I just wanna say I feel so happy UR THAT RAY OF SUNSHINE IN MY LIFE And ur so funny I cant with u sometimes, thank u for having my back KEKEK also why the hell are u so tall..
genre: high school au, fluff, humor, coming of age movie-esque
word count: 1,427 words
warnings: jaemin smokes, occasional swearing, one small mention of dying (jokingly), mentions of underage drinking, reader wears a dress but has no specified gender
playlist: can i call you tonight? - dayglow • tongue tied - grouplove • strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan • blushing! - betweenfriends • love ur name - michelle
author's note: i wrote this in like 20 minutes while incredibly tired so its definitely not one of my best works but i still like it so i hope u enjoy it as well! i heavily picture this as one of the ending scenes to like a coming of age movie like ladybird or something like that btw the song i imagine to be playing at the prom is fancy or the feels by twice but honestly any cheery pop song would fit very well!
It was finally the night you were dreaming of since you were a kid.
The one night in your high school career that you assumed would make everything worth it--besides the graduating part, of course. The one night you’d finally be able to have fun in your smelly school gymnasiums.
That’s what you told yourself. So why did you feel so… lonely? The multicolored lights blared in various directions. The faint yet loud music erupted from the large school gym, you catch glances of a couple students exiting the venue with either their date or a flask of alcohol in hand.
Your nail scratches against the rough stone wall you had sat upon, your hands resting beside your figure. Your dress sways as you kick your feet back and forth, the back of your heel hitting the wall, occasionally. Yikes, that’ll definitely leave a scar. You barely bother to look down at your feet as you think that. With a loud sigh, your eyes never leave the gymnasium in front of you.
The dark night’s chirping manages to overpower the sound of the music as you suddenly hear a clicking sound right beside your ear. It doesn’t take much for you to realize exactly what it is, a cigarette lighter.
You let out an unintentional scoff once you notice an undeniable figure present, by your side. “Smoking again?” you rhetorically question, the harsh scent of the smoke enters into your lungs and eyes, the feeling making you cringe in disgust.
Na Jaemin lets out an unmistakable low laugh at your comment. “No, this is a lollipop.” he sarcastically replies, his eyes on you, causing you to finally tear your eyes off the loud ruckus being created at the gym.
“You’re so lame.” you teasingly roll your eyes as Jaemin takes the cigarette out of his mouth, momentarily, releasing the sweet smoke out into the cold air.
“Only for you.” he winks as you fight the urge to laugh at his cheap yet somehow heart-fluttering one liner. Jaemin holds the cigarette between his two long fingers, he stares blankly in front of him, temporarily before turning back to you. Before he can say anything to you, he notices a hot feeling on the lapel of his suit. He hurriedly looks down, his hand immediately whipping away from himself as he quickly stands up in a hurry.
A string of curses slip out of his lips as his hand patters against his suit jacket. Your head turns towards Jaemin as you simply look up at him, slightly laughing at his misfortune, causing him to look down at you with a teasing pout.
“Don’t laugh! I could’ve died.” he dramatically exclaims, stomping his foot like a child before sitting back down in his place right next to you. You continue your laughing fit, only getting louder as you fail to give him an actual response to his moping. Jaemin grinds the tip of the cigarette against the cold stone pavement beside him, throwing the unlit piece in front of him as it fell down and onto the floor below.
Jaemin looks down at his suit, a stray spot of pure ash black painted across the navy blue. He swipes a finger over the dot with a groan. “Shit, these are rented! Now I’m gonna have to fully pay for a stupid ugly suit I’ll never wear again.” he pessimistically muttered, sneering at his misfortunes.
“This is why you don’t smoke.” you nonchalantly state with a shrug as Jaemin looks at you, almost offended by how unaffected you were by his current situation. “Your broke best friend has to pay like 400,000 won for an ugly suit and you’re worried about my health? What a friend.” Jaemin immaturely scoffs, very clearly joking as indicated by how ridiculous his statement would be if he were serious along with him failing to hide the wide smile that graced his perfect face, causing you to simply laugh in reaction.
“Well, my apologies,” you play along in a ridiculously formal tone. “But it’s not even that ugly. I mean, even if it was, you’d pull it off.” your throw away compliment causes Jaemin to head into a small frenzy, a knowing yet cocky smirk creeping onto him. “So you’re saying… I look hot in this suit?”
Your eyes narrow on him though your smile remains, you roll your eyes, shoving him, slightly but his expression stays unfazed. “I did not say that.” you bluntly reply.
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes, you definitely did.”
“No, I most definitely did not.”
“Don’t fight it, babe. I look hot and you know it.” Jaemin quirks an eyebrow upwards, you don’t say anything, as if non-verbally admitting he was right but you’re pride was much too great to make that too clear as you add in an eye roll to make what you really thought, less obvious.
After a couple seconds of silence, Jaemin breaks it by gesturing to you, up and down. “Hey, you look hot too. The dress really flatters you though the color is a bit…” he trails off but you know exactly what he’s talking about. You groan at the mention of the tacky bright version of periwinkle your dress was painted. “Don’t even mention it. I wanted to wear this chic short black and white dress that was too die for! But my mom insisted on me wearing this since she wore it to her prom in like 1989 or something even though it has the exact same quality as a Party City halloween costume.” Jaemin lets out a small laugh at your exaggerated description as you feel your lips turn upwards into a smile, a small feeling of happiness filling your heart up that you got Jaemin to laugh.
“Well, you look hot! ...And I bet your mom did too?” Jaemin added the last part to seem polite as you had brought up your mom owning the dress though it definitely did not sound or come off as he originally intended.
Though, you’re simply amused by how he managed to word it. “Woah dude, are you coming onto my mom right now…”
“No need to, she’s already signing our certificate of marriage. I’ll be your new step dad soon.” he jokingly plays along, a lazy smile on his face as he tilts his head at you while you simply stare up ahead. “God, you’re so annoying.” your tone would say you were serious but the lopsided grin on your face said otherwise.
It goes silent after that. A comfortable silence. Just you and Jaemin, sat outside your school gym, not a single worry or thought passing through your minds. Suddenly, you feel a literal weight on your shoulder as you turn to your left, the corners of your lips turning upwards as Jaemin lets out a small yawn, his head leaning against you.
“I’m so tired, I’m about to pass out. Right now.” he overstates, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to keep awake. “Well, homecoming ends at 11 and it’s 9:39 right now so… tough luck.” you feign pity, patting his head before your fingers end up brushing through the strands of his hair, mindlessly.
Suddenly, Jaemin’s head turns to look up at you. “But we’re not in the gym so no one would care if we just ditched right now.”
He mischievously raises an eyebrow at you, attempting to ignore how close your faces had gotten as you purse your lips, as if thinking about taking him up on his offer. “That’s true…” you admit, trailing off.
“Fuck it, let’s do it. It’s boring as shit up here.” you shrug as Jaemin’s face scrunches in excitement, pumping a fist into the air before standing up as you do the same. “Where are we going?” you question, turning to him as you lean against his figure. Jaemin doesn’t say a word, simply shrugging.
“We’ll go where the night takes us!” he exclaims, wrapping a hand around your shoulder with a crooked yet charming grin gracing his face. “That’s so cheesy!” you complain, shoving him, jokingly as Jaemin pouts, a hand rubbing the spot on his arm where you had pushed him.
The sound of the ongoing party only fades away as you two walk off into the night, tired legs taking you wherever, you feel the most content you’ve felt in a while with Jaemin by your side. With Jaemin by your side, you felt like the summer of 1989, exactly like the one your mother would describe.
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genre: high school au, fluff, humor, coming of age movie-esque
word count: 1,427 words
warnings: jaemin smokes, occasional swearing, one small mention of dying (jokingly), mentions of underage drinking, reader wears a dress but has no specified gender
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author's note: i wrote this in like 20 minutes while incredibly tired so its definitely not one of my best works but i still like it so i hope u enjoy it as well! i heavily picture this as one of the ending scenes to like a coming of age movie like ladybird or something like that btw the song i imagine to be playing at the prom is fancy or the feels by twice but honestly any cheery pop song would fit very well!
It was finally the night you were dreaming of since you were a kid.
The one night in your high school career that you assumed would make everything worth it--besides the graduating part, of course. The one night you’d finally be able to have fun in your smelly school gymnasiums.
That’s what you told yourself. So why did you feel so… lonely? The multicolored lights blared in various directions. The faint yet loud music erupted from the large school gym, you catch glances of a couple students exiting the venue with either their date or a flask of alcohol in hand.
Your nail scratches against the rough stone wall you had sat upon, your hands resting beside your figure. Your dress sways as you kick your feet back and forth, the back of your heel hitting the wall, occasionally. Yikes, that’ll definitely leave a scar. You barely bother to look down at your feet as you think that. With a loud sigh, your eyes never leave the gymnasium in front of you.
The dark night’s chirping manages to overpower the sound of the music as you suddenly hear a clicking sound right beside your ear. It doesn’t take much for you to realize exactly what it is, a cigarette lighter.
You let out an unintentional scoff once you notice an undeniable figure present, by your side. “Smoking again?” you rhetorically question, the harsh scent of the smoke enters into your lungs and eyes, the feeling making you cringe in disgust.
Na Jaemin lets out an unmistakable low laugh at your comment. “No, this is a lollipop.” he sarcastically replies, his eyes on you, causing you to finally tear your eyes off the loud ruckus being created at the gym.
“You’re so lame.” you teasingly roll your eyes as Jaemin takes the cigarette out of his mouth, momentarily, releasing the sweet smoke out into the cold air.
“Only for you.” he winks as you fight the urge to laugh at his cheap yet somehow heart-fluttering one liner. Jaemin holds the cigarette between his two long fingers, he stares blankly in front of him, temporarily before turning back to you. Before he can say anything to you, he notices a hot feeling on the lapel of his suit. He hurriedly looks down, his hand immediately whipping away from himself as he quickly stands up in a hurry.
A string of curses slip out of his lips as his hand patters against his suit jacket. Your head turns towards Jaemin as you simply look up at him, slightly laughing at his misfortune, causing him to look down at you with a teasing pout.
“Don’t laugh! I could’ve died.” he dramatically exclaims, stomping his foot like a child before sitting back down in his place right next to you. You continue your laughing fit, only getting louder as you fail to give him an actual response to his moping. Jaemin grinds the tip of the cigarette against the cold stone pavement beside him, throwing the unlit piece in front of him as it fell down and onto the floor below.
Jaemin looks down at his suit, a stray spot of pure ash black painted across the navy blue. He swipes a finger over the dot with a groan. “Shit, these are rented! Now I’m gonna have to fully pay for a stupid ugly suit I’ll never wear again.” he pessimistically muttered, sneering at his misfortunes.
“This is why you don’t smoke.” you nonchalantly state with a shrug as Jaemin looks at you, almost offended by how unaffected you were by his current situation. “Your broke best friend has to pay like 400,000 won for an ugly suit and you’re worried about my health? What a friend.” Jaemin immaturely scoffs, very clearly joking as indicated by how ridiculous his statement would be if he were serious along with him failing to hide the wide smile that graced his perfect face, causing you to simply laugh in reaction.
“Well, my apologies,” you play along in a ridiculously formal tone. “But it’s not even that ugly. I mean, even if it was, you’d pull it off.” your throw away compliment causes Jaemin to head into a small frenzy, a knowing yet cocky smirk creeping onto him. “So you’re saying… I look hot in this suit?”
Your eyes narrow on him though your smile remains, you roll your eyes, shoving him, slightly but his expression stays unfazed. “I did not say that.” you bluntly reply.
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes, you definitely did.”
“No, I most definitely did not.”
“Don’t fight it, babe. I look hot and you know it.” Jaemin quirks an eyebrow upwards, you don’t say anything, as if non-verbally admitting he was right but your pride was much too great to make that too clear as you add in an eye roll to make what you really thought, less obvious.
After a couple seconds of silence, Jaemin breaks it by gesturing to you, up and down. “Hey, you look hot too. The dress really flatters you though the color is a bit…” he trails off but you know exactly what he’s talking about. You groan at the mention of the tacky bright version of periwinkle your dress was painted. “Don’t even mention it. I wanted to wear this chic short black and white dress that was too die for! But my mom insisted on me wearing this since she wore it to her prom in like 1989 or something even though it has the exact same quality as a Party City halloween costume.” Jaemin lets out a small laugh at your exaggerated description as you feel your lips turn upwards into a smile, a small feeling of happiness filling your heart up that you got Jaemin to laugh.
“Well, you look hot! ...And I bet your mom did too?” Jaemin added the last part to seem polite as you had brought up your mom owning the dress though it definitely did not sound or come off as he originally intended.
Though, you’re simply amused by how he managed to word it. “Woah dude, are you coming onto my mom right now…”
“No need to, she’s already signing our certificate of marriage. I’ll be your new step dad soon.” he jokingly plays along, a lazy smile on his face as he tilts his head at you while you simply stare up ahead. “God, you’re so annoying.” your tone would say you were serious but the lopsided grin on your face said otherwise.
It goes silent after that. A comfortable silence. Just you and Jaemin, sat outside your school gym, not a single worry or thought passing through your minds. Suddenly, you feel a literal weight on your shoulder as you turn to your left, the corners of your lips turning upwards as Jaemin lets out a small yawn, his head leaning against you.
“I’m so tired, I’m about to pass out. Right now.” he overstates, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to keep awake. “Well, homecoming ends at 11 and it’s 9:39 right now so… tough luck.” you feign pity, patting his head before your fingers end up brushing through the strands of his hair, mindlessly.
Suddenly, Jaemin’s head turns to look up at you. “But we’re not in the gym so no one would care if we just ditched right now.”
He mischievously raises an eyebrow at you, attempting to ignore how close your faces had gotten as you purse your lips, as if thinking about taking him up on his offer. “That’s true…” you admit, trailing off.
“Fuck it, let’s do it. It’s boring as shit up here.” you shrug as Jaemin’s face scrunches in excitement, pumping a fist into the air before standing up as you do the same. “Where are we going?” you question, turning to him as you lean against his figure. Jaemin doesn’t say a word, simply shrugging.
“We’ll go where the night takes us!” he exclaims, wrapping a hand around your shoulder with a crooked yet charming grin gracing his face. “That’s so cheesy!” you complain, shoving him, jokingly as Jaemin pouts, a hand rubbing the spot on his arm where you had pushed him.
The sound of the ongoing party only fades away as you two walk off into the night, tired legs taking you wherever, you feel the most content you’ve felt in a while with Jaemin by your side. With Jaemin by your side, you felt like the summer of 1989, exactly like the one your mother would describe.
“favorite color? wait! let me guess.. ultramarine blue!”
jaemin seemed to be slurring his words, drunk out of his mind as he attempted to guess what your favorite color is like an idiot. you’d never imagine him to be so hyperactive when intoxicated, sighing at the three empty soju bottles laid on the carpet. “you seem like a sky blue person actually...no maroonish brown.”
his little guessing game brought a smile to your lips, shaking your head as your favorite color wasn’t any sort of blue, red or brown. “it’s hot pink, good try though.” - obviously it was a joke. -
his eyes widened as his hums and inaudible drunk man noises came to a halt. “hot pink..? i can’t believe i’m dating you.” he groans, hiding his face in his arms as he looks at you with a gentle stare in his eyes.
“you should be glad i love you, and that you’re absolutely..adorable.” a small chuckle escapes his lips as your heart melts. even when he was stupidly drunk, he’d always manage to melt your heart and make you fall like some smitten idiot.
“stop staring at me like that, come give me a kiss.” he smiles.
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It was a phrase you heard nonstop. The main perpetrator almost always being Kim Sunwoo. Ever since the two of you were just little kids, at an age where the only worries weighing on your backs being cooties and whether or not their favorite cartoon character would defeat the villain of the show (which was pretty useless, seeing as the episodes always followed a formula that lead to the protagonist winning everything though, kids are quite oblivious).
Every time you hurt yourself, it was always the one solution he came up with, no matter what.
You scraped your knee? Sunwoo would kiss it better. You got a paper cut? Sunwoo’s there to kiss it better. You broke your ankle playing dodgeball and now had to walk around in crutches and a cast around your leg? You know Sunwoo’s gonna kiss it better even when he knows it won’t help at all.
And despite the both of you now being grown adults, Sunwoo was always one for traditions.
“Ow- This coffee’s too hot, I think I burnt my lips.” you mope, a finger coming up to touch your lips as you look down at them.
You turn to Sunwoo who was mindlessly scrolling through his phone before he immediately stood up, alarmed by your sudden complaint as he walked over to you, from the next chair.
“Hey, Sunwoo? Can you kiss it better for me?” you boldly remark, pointing to your lips as you begin to pout exaggeratedly, a smile growing on Sunwoo’s face. He places a finger on your chin, bringing you closer to him before planting his soft lips against your’s for a mere second. Yet that one small kiss made you feel like you were bathing in total and absolute bliss.
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