It’s only as I step inside the library — and am welcomed by a pair of dark brown eyes — that I realise how cold it was outside. My face and fingers are gently burning from the sudden contrast in temperatures and my stomach feels a bit weird (I hope it’s not a cold).
The best seat — in the back, closest to the heater — is already taken by a gigantic boy with pretty lips. I sit next to him (or, I should say, next to his legs) on the left side of the back row.
I can hear sparks crackling in my hair as I take off my big woolen scarf.
I wonder if wearing a hijab in winter feels cosy.
The girl in front of me finally takes her black jacket off and I can see lapel pins attached to it, catching the ceiling’s neon lights. The only one I can properly examine from this angle is a pink dripping heart with a black outline. In it, a mint green dripping text with a white outline reads DUMP HIM.
pairing: Jimin x oc genre: smut, oral, fingering, public sex word count: 2.6k a/n:What happens when you find yourself falling in love with someone nearly 5 years younger than you? How can it even be dealt with when your lives revolve around your image and career? It can’t be, because it just happens whether the people around you want it to or not. Love isn’t something that can be controlled.
The next morning we all got up and agreed to walk to the dance studio, it was too nice out not to. Jimin and I had both decided before leaving the bedroom that it was best to keep our distance from each other. Neither of us were sure we could trust ourselves, especially considering he had woken me up with his head between my legs, making me cum in minutes, then again when we fucked right after. Then we had a quickie right after the conversation in hopes it’d help. It did not. In fact, it made it worse as soon as we were outside and knew we couldn’t have any contact.
I had to pull myself away from Taehyung’s grip on my hand as the maknae line all joined up to walk together. I kept them a good distance in front of me as they laughed and picked on each other. I found it hard not to just grab Jimin by the shirt and drag him back, letting his arms envelope me as we walked. Pushing the urge aside, I let myself fall further behind, leaving the group all in front of me. I couldn’t concentrate with him directly in my line of vision, definitely not when his eyes would wander back to hold my gaze. That smirk pulling at the corner of his plush lips before turning back around to continue his conversation. So, back I went, avoiding all contact.
So this turned out a lot longer than I thought…2,804 words of Lando/Bodhi accidentally, it’s pretty wacky and self indulgent but I tried.
“Please don’t tell me you’re serious, everyone is going!” Jyn complains when Bodhi admits he isn’t planning to attend Han’s party.
“That’s part of the problem, besides, I have work,” he says and she shoots him an unimpressed look.
“We both know that’s a lame excuse, you’ve been working on the project for weeks already and it’s not due until December, come on Bodhi, it’s only Halloween once a year,” she says with a hopeful look.
“If I work on it now it’ll be less work over Thanksgiving break….” he trails off knowing it sounds ridiculous even to his own ears. He wonders if he actually has been working himself too hard if he feels so up in arms at the possibility of going out. He looks at the flyer again with a sigh and laughs at how ridiculous it is all over again. A neon orange print out with heavy black blood dripping text that read Han-o-ween Bash, Bring Your Own Booooze with a badly drawn ghost scribbled under it. It’s pretty awful, entirely Han, and yet Bodhi finds himself giving in much to Jyn’s delight.
// You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You rubbed your eyes tiredly. Even though you had no idea how algebra worked, you were also pretty sure what you had done wasn’t it. You compared your sheet to the problem on the board. Where had you gone wrong? You were interrupted in your thoughts by something hitting the back of your head. Turning around to glare at whoever had attacked you that way, you saw that your friend, Wonwoo, was pointing down. You lowered your gaze and saw a crumbled piece of paper behind your chair. Wonwoo gestured for you to pick it up. Making sure the teacher wasn’t looking, you bent down and grabbed the piece of paper. Five words were scribbled on it. ~Meet me on the roof. W.~ When the class finished, you didn’t even have time to gather your books that your friend was already bolting out the door. Sighing, you followed him to the building’s roof. What had gotten into him today? He could’ve texted you, as usual, instead of going through the trouble of little written notes and meeting in places you weren’t supposed to be in. When you finally opened the heavy door to the roof, Wonwoo was standing a few feet away, his back turned to you. You tightened your cardigan around you; the wind was cold. “Okay, Wonwoo, I’m here. What do you want?” “I want you to be with me.” You were so surprised by the sudden confession that you yelped and jumped back. Your friend turned to find you eyes wide open, mouth hanging and arms wrapped around you. “I know this is sudden, Y/N, but I’ve liked you for a long time and I want us to be together. Please, will you accept me as your boyfriend?” As he hastily bent down, leaning his upper body towards you, you unfroze from your position. You’d always thought of Wonwoo as a friend, and a good one. You two had always been close, and so the thought of a relationship never really crossed your mind. Now, though, it was different, you remembered all the times you’d hold hands just because you felt like it, or when he helped you with schoolwork. You thought about soft smiles in the library, late nights spent studying maths. Suddenly, the answer seemed too easy. You took a deep breath. “I would love to be with you, Wonwoo.”
// request: Hello! Can I ask for a Wonwoo+classmate(highschool) aesthetic please? Thank you! Oh and can I be named Wonwoow? Thanks again!! (BTW love your tumblr)
I jolt awake in the dead of night, coated with sweat. The
room that was so pleasant and cool when I drifted off is now sweltering. All
around me is a curtain of darkness. It is not just the blackness that sets me
on edge. A sinister presence lurks somewhere in the shadows. All I can do is
tremble helplessly as my eyes adjust to the setting.
The walls have been defaced with dripping red text declaring Mario to be a communist sociopath who hates his brother. I shudder, suddenly feeling cold. Who could be responsible for such baseless words? The answer comes to me as I hear a creak from somewhere in my room.
My closet door has been opened. I can just make out the form
of a creature crouching down under my clothes rack. The monster feels my gaze
upon it and slowly turns to stare back at me. Its eyes are unworldly; white and
glowing. In its hand is a bloodied strip of paper with a Steam code for
Undertale printed onto it. A scream of terror escapes me as I realize who it is that has graced my bedroom on this night.
The creature beams a horrible smile of broken yellow teeth.