ᯓ౨ৎ.ᐟ ⊹ 🐰 ever since you were little, you’ve loved anything cute- your favorite color is pink, your hair is constantly decorated with ribbons, and you dot your i’s with a heart. however you overhear your james (who you may or may not have a big fat crush on) describe his ideal type as the exact opposite as you, and you feel a sudden urge to reinvent yourself.

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# 🐰 : i miss heeseung ☹️ i wanna make a heeseung smau but idk what about lol i just miss him sm

ᯓ౨ৎ.ᐟ ⊹ 🐰 ever since you were little, you’ve loved anything cute- your favorite color is pink, your hair is constantly decorated with ribbons, and you dot your i’s with a heart. however you overhear your james (who you may or may not have a big fat crush on) describe his ideal type as the exact opposite as you, and you feel a sudden urge to reinvent yourself.

❕written portion ahead❕

james had asked you to meet at the cafe… but he was nowhere to be found.

despite having known him for a long time, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was joking about meeting up. you pulled out your phone to read over your conversation and make sure, when you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes.

“guess who~”

you nudged his hand away with a soft laugh. “okay, okay, very funny,” you said, trying (and failing) to look annoyed.

your eyes flicked to the counter. “did you order yet, or were you waiting for me?”

“yup, i ordered for both of us.” he spoke without any hesitation.

your gaze turned to the table next to you, and you noticed two drinks already on it- with a pastry next to one. an iced vanilla matcha latte with oat milk and a cheese danish- your usual order.

as the two of you sat down in the booth, you pulled your phone out. “let me pay you back. you have zelle, right?”

“no need, it’s on me.” james responded, with a slight grin on his face.

“bu-”

“and no buts!” he interrupted. “i will literally zelle it back if you try to send me money.”

you frowned. you often disliked when other people paid for you, it was engrained in your head not to take any favors from others.

james, on the other hand, was just scrolling through his phone with an indifferent expression on his face. like he didn’t have your cafe order memorized. like he didn’t just pay for you.

it seemed… as if the act of caring for you were natural.

you shook the idea out of your head. this wasn’t the first time james had treated you to matcha, nor was it the first time he did something caring towards you.

but for some reason, some reason, in that moment, it felt different. heat crept up your neck, settling in your cheeks. your fingers ghosted over your cup, unsure of where to rest.

“are you okay? why aren’t you eating?” james’ voice snapped you out of your trance. your eyes focused on the cheese danish that sat in front of you, untouched. “and you haven’t started drinking your matcha yet either…”

an unsure smile made its way to your lips. “oh no, I’m okay!” you chirped, waving your hand a little. “just a teensy bit tired, that’s all.” you reply, taking a bite out of your danish, cheeks puffing slightly as you chewed. “it’s been a little busy these days because i’ve been picking up more shifts at the cafe i work at, going to meetings for my medical club, and biochem has not been easy. plus keon asked me to tutor him in english which we’ve been doing about twice a week now and then i just joined the photography club and-” you looked over at james and noticed him with his head resting on his chin and staring at you. “ah- sorry! i’m rambling again… you probably don’t care about this stuff.”

immediately, james shook his head. “no, i do care! i just enjoy listening to you.”

your smile froze for a second before it grew impossibly softer.

“…you do?” you asked, blinking at him like he’d just said something unbelievable. a small, breathy laugh escaped your throat. “that’s… really sweet. most people just call me annoying.”

james chuckled a little. “you could never be annoying, don’t worry. plus, keonho would probably slime me out if i thought about you in that way.”

you tilted your head at him. “why are you scared of him?” you asked, amused. “keon is like… the least intimidating person ever.”

james huffed. “you don’t know him like i do.”

“i don’t know him?” you giggled. “he’s my brother. i basically raised him- i think i know how he is.”

shaking his head, you could see james try to fight a smile. “yeah, but that’s different. he acts cuter towards you because of that. and- i don’t know. i feel like there’s a line i shouldn’t cross.”

your smile faltered just slightly. “a line?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “you’re his older sister.”

a thought suddenly popped into your head.

“james,” you said softly.

“yeah?”

before speaking again, you hesitated for a bit. your eyes dropped to your drink- the ice had melted. “are you only caring towards me because of keonho?”

“what? no- sorry, that’s not what i meant.” james looked down at his hands, unsure of what to say. “we’re friends, aren’t we n/n? why wouldn’t i care about you?”

friends.

you nodded.

“right, friends.” as those words left your mouth, a heavy pit formed within your stomach.

james didn’t seem to notice the way your expression flickered for just a second, the way your smile straightened at the edges before you fixed it.

“and you’re like my cute younger sister. you know?”

ouch. double kill.

not only had he sister-zoned you, but he called you cute. cute? the exactly opposite of his ideal type? there was no way he would ever see you as more than anything as some “cute” girl he grew up with.

james liked girls who were mysterious and nonchalant. girls who didn’t say too much, who made him lean in. not girls who would ramble about anything and everything on their minds.

you laughed- it was soft yet automatic. “oh yeah, totally.”

looking down at your drink, you stirred it even though it didn’t need stirring. “that makes sense.”

and it did.

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# 🐰 : oh my days i’m back this chapter took me forever and it still turned out bad ☹️ also there’s a double meaning in something james said if ygs can tell what it is :3

ᯓ౨ৎ.ᐟ ⊹ 🐰 ever since you were little, you’ve loved anything cute- your favorite color is pink, your hair is constantly decorated with ribbons, and you dot your i’s with a heart. however you overhear your james (who you may or may not have a big fat crush on) describe his ideal type as the exact opposite as you, and you feel a sudden urge to reinvent yourself.

❕written portion ahead❕

james had asked you to meet at the cafe… but he was nowhere to be found.

despite having known him for a long time, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was joking about meeting up. you pulled out your phone to read over your conversation and make sure, when you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes.

“guess who~”

you nudged his hand away with a soft laugh. “okay, okay, very funny,” you said, trying (and failing) to look annoyed.

your eyes flicked to the counter. “did you order yet, or were you waiting for me?”

“yup, i ordered for both of us.” he spoke without any hesitation.

your gaze turned to the table next to you, and you noticed two drinks already on it- with a pastry next to one. an iced vanilla matcha latte with oat milk and a cheese danish- your usual order.

as the two of you sat down in the booth, you pulled your phone out. “let me pay you back. you have zelle, right?”

“no need, it’s on me.” james responded, with a slight grin on his face.

“bu-”

“and no buts!” he interrupted. “i will literally zelle it back if you try to send me money.”

you frowned. you often disliked when other people paid for you, it was engrained in your head not to take any favors from others.

james, on the other hand, was just scrolling through his phone with an indifferent expression on his face. like he didn’t have your cafe order memorized. like he didn’t just pay for you.

it seemed… as if the act of caring for you were natural.

you shook the idea out of your head. this wasn’t the first time james had treated you to matcha, nor was it the first time he did something caring towards you.

but for some reason, some reason, in that moment, it felt different. heat crept up your neck, settling in your cheeks. your fingers ghosted over your cup, unsure of where to rest.

“are you okay? why aren’t you eating?” james’ voice snapped you out of your trance. your eyes focused on the cheese danish that sat in front of you, untouched. “and you haven’t started drinking your matcha yet either…”

an unsure smile made its way to your lips. “oh no, I’m okay!” you chirped, waving your hand a little. “just a teensy bit tired, that’s all.” you reply, taking a bite out of your danish, cheeks puffing slightly as you chewed. “it’s been a little busy these days because i’ve been picking up more shifts at the cafe i work at, going to meetings for my medical club, and biochem has not been easy. plus keon asked me to tutor him in english which we’ve been doing about twice a week now and then i just joined the photography club and-” you looked over at james and noticed him with his head resting on his chin and staring at you. “ah- sorry! i’m rambling again… you probably don’t care about this stuff.”

immediately, james shook his head. “no, i do care! i just enjoy listening to you.”

your smile froze for a second before it grew impossibly softer.

“…you do?” you asked, blinking at him like he’d just said something unbelievable. a small, breathy laugh escaped your throat. “that’s… really sweet. most people just call me annoying.”

james chuckled a little. “you could never be annoying, don’t worry. plus, keonho would probably slime me out if i thought about you in that way.”

you tilted your head at him. “why are you scared of him?” you asked, amused. “keon is like… the least intimidating person ever.”

james huffed. “you don’t know him like i do.”

“i don’t know him?” you giggled. “he’s my brother. i basically raised him- i think i know how he is.”

shaking his head, you could see james try to fight a smile. “yeah, but that’s different. he acts cuter towards you because of that. and- i don’t know. i feel like there’s a line i shouldn’t cross.”

your smile faltered just slightly. “a line?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “you’re his older sister.”

a thought suddenly popped into your head.

“james,” you said softly.

“yeah?”

before speaking again, you hesitated for a bit. your eyes dropped to your drink- the ice had melted. “are you only caring towards me because of keonho?”

“what? no- sorry, that’s not what i meant.” james looked down at his hands, unsure of what to say. “we’re friends, aren’t we n/n? why wouldn’t i care about you?”

friends.

you nodded.

“right, friends.” as those words left your mouth, a heavy pit formed within your stomach.

james didn’t seem to notice the way your expression flickered for just a second, the way your smile straightened at the edges before you fixed it.

“and you’re like my cute younger sister. you know?”

ouch. double kill.

not only had he sister-zoned you, but he called you cute. cute? the exactly opposite of his ideal type? there was no way he would ever see you as more than anything as some “cute” girl he grew up with.

james liked girls who were mysterious and nonchalant. girls who didn’t say too much, who made him lean in. not girls who would ramble about anything and everything on their minds.

you laughed- it was soft yet automatic. “oh yeah, totally.”

looking down at your drink, you stirred it even though it didn’t need stirring. “that makes sense.”

and it did.

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# 🐰 : oh my days i’m back this chapter took me forever and it still turned out bad ☹️ also there’s a double meaning in something james said if ygs can tell what it is :3

ᯓ౨ৎ.ᐟ ⊹ 🐰 ever since you were little, you’ve loved anything cute- your favorite color is pink, your hair is constantly decorated with ribbons, and you dot your i’s with a heart. however you overhear your james (who you may or may not have a big fat crush on) describe his ideal type as the exact opposite as you, and you feel a sudden urge to reinvent yourself.

❕written portion ahead❕

james had asked you to meet at the cafe… but he was nowhere to be found.

despite having known him for a long time, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was joking about meeting up. you pulled out your phone to read over your conversation and make sure, when you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes.

“guess who~”

you nudged his hand away with a soft laugh. “okay, okay, very funny,” you said, trying (and failing) to look annoyed.

your eyes flicked to the counter. “did you order yet, or were you waiting for me?”

“yup, i ordered for both of us.” he spoke without any hesitation.

your gaze turned to the table next to you, and you noticed two drinks already on it- with a pastry next to one. an iced vanilla matcha latte with oat milk and a cheese danish- your usual order.

as the two of you sat down in the booth, you pulled your phone out. “let me pay you back. you have zelle, right?”

“no need, it’s on me.” james responded, with a slight grin on his face.

“bu-”

“and no buts!” he interrupted. “i will literally zelle it back if you try to send me money.”

you frowned. you often disliked when other people paid for you, it was engrained in your head not to take any favors from others.

james, on the other hand, was just scrolling through his phone with an indifferent expression on his face. like he didn’t have your cafe order memorized. like he didn’t just pay for you.

it seemed… as if the act of caring for you were natural.

you shook the idea out of your head. this wasn’t the first time james had treated you to matcha, nor was it the first time he did something caring towards you.

but for some reason, some reason, in that moment, it felt different. heat crept up your neck, settling in your cheeks. your fingers ghosted over your cup, unsure of where to rest.

“are you okay? why aren’t you eating?” james’ voice snapped you out of your trance. your eyes focused on the cheese danish that sat in front of you, untouched. “and you haven’t started drinking your matcha yet either…”

an unsure smile made its way to your lips. “oh no, I’m okay!” you chirped, waving your hand a little. “just a teensy bit tired, that’s all.” you reply, taking a bite out of your danish, cheeks puffing slightly as you chewed. “it’s been a little busy these days because i’ve been picking up more shifts at the cafe i work at, going to meetings for my medical club, and biochem has not been easy. plus keon asked me to tutor him in english which we’ve been doing about twice a week now and then i just joined the photography club and-” you looked over at james and noticed him with his head resting on his chin and staring at you. “ah- sorry! i’m rambling again… you probably don’t care about this stuff.”

immediately, james shook his head. “no, i do care! i just enjoy listening to you.”

your smile froze for a second before it grew impossibly softer.

“…you do?” you asked, blinking at him like he’d just said something unbelievable. a small, breathy laugh escaped your throat. “that’s… really sweet. most people just call me annoying.”

james chuckled a little. “you could never be annoying, don’t worry. plus, keonho would probably slime me out if i thought about you in that way.”

you tilted your head at him. “why are you scared of him?” you asked, amused. “keon is like… the least intimidating person ever.”

james huffed. “you don’t know him like i do.”

“i don’t know him?” you giggled. “he’s my brother. i basically raised him- i think i know how he is.”

shaking his head, you could see james try to fight a smile. “yeah, but that’s different. he acts cuter towards you because of that. and- i don’t know. i feel like there’s a line i shouldn’t cross.”

your smile faltered just slightly. “a line?”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “you’re his older sister.”

a thought suddenly popped into your head.

“james,” you said softly.

“yeah?”

before speaking again, you hesitated for a bit. your eyes dropped to your drink- the ice had melted. “are you only caring towards me because of keonho?”

“what? no- sorry, that’s not what i meant.” james looked down at his hands, unsure of what to say. “we’re friends, aren’t we n/n? why wouldn’t i care about you?”

friends.

you nodded.

“right, friends.” as those words left your mouth, a heavy pit formed within your stomach.

james didn’t seem to notice the way your expression flickered for just a second, the way your smile straightened at the edges before you fixed it.

“and you’re like my cute younger sister. you know?”

ouch. double kill.

not only had he sister-zoned you, but he called you cute. cute? the exactly opposite of his ideal type? there was no way he would ever see you as more than anything as some “cute” girl he grew up with.

james liked girls who were mysterious and nonchalant. girls who didn’t say too much, who made him lean in. not girls who would ramble about anything and everything on their minds.

you laughed- it was soft yet automatic. “oh yeah, totally.”

looking down at your drink, you stirred it even though it didn’t need stirring. “that makes sense.”

and it did.

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# 🐰 : oh my days i’m back this chapter took me forever and it still turned out bad ☹️ also there’s a double meaning in something james said if ygs can tell what it is :3