Me After Scripting That The Worst Possible Things Ever Happen To Me:

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*Ring, ring, ring!*

Awakened by unfamiliar ringing and a beaming light, she groaned and covered her eyes. She was confused, she had curtains that blocked out the sun, so there’s no reason why she’s being blinded by it. Also, her alarm didn’t sound anywhere close to that and she made sure to turn it off the day before, so something like this wouldn’t happen.

As she gained her senses back and started turning towards the source of the noise, she felt an arm underneath her head instead of a pillow. She soon saw that owner was a shirtless Wooyoung, who laid right beside her. He was on his back, his other hand on his stomach. He had his eyes closed, she thought he was asleep until his arm reached out to turn off the alarm. Once he completed his task, he let out a deep sigh and turned his body to wrap completely around her.

He finally opened his eyes, sighing once they made eye contact. “Did the alarm wake you? Sorry.” His voice was soft and slightly raspy, a difference of how loud he usually spoke.

“It’s okay.” She responded, a small smile brought to her face as she remembered the events of the night. They splashed around in the pool for a while with the rest of the group, until everyone eventually went home and she fell asleep between him and San on the couch after tidying up the place. She didn’t mind how she was in Wooyoung’s bed, but what she wanted to know was who was it that changed her clothes. She only had an oversized hoodie, not even a bra, and oversized pants. She had panties with that though, luckily. The last thing she remembered wearing was her previous clothes over her damp bathing suit.

She had plans on going back home to shower properly, before succumbing to the exhaustion. Which meant, someone changed her into proper clothes. It was just a mystery of who, and whether she really minded or not.

She was closest with San, who she’d always been the most honest with. He was like family, an older brother to her. She wasn’t even as trusting of Danielle as she was with San. They’d talked about, and even did some things that best friends would not. However, it never broke their bond, only strengthened it. She met him in freshman year, where he got through to her and broke down her walls, even being popular. She’d always hated the popular kids, including the girls. Especially when they only talked to her, quiet and ‘weird’ as a joke, which was what she thought San was doing. So, she ignored him as much as possible, hoping to not make the same mistake she’d made before. She didn’t mean to let her guard down so much.

Wooyoung, she had a fat crush on him. She couldn’t escape it, no matter how desperately she tried to. No matter how much she pushed it away, he always found a way to get her flustered. Even with his non-flattering tendency to mess around with random girls. Even with the warnings from Danielle before she started liking him too. Even after she tried to stop liking him for her best friend, even though she liked him before Danielle did. Being a hopeless romantic, she couldn’t help but fall for his constant flirty antics. She couldn’t determine whether he was also doing that to her as a joke, or whether she was only flattered because of loneliness. So, she wanted to let Danielle have him so she wouldn’t become a victim of his behavior, or her own feelings. Danielle knew how to handle it.

Those two were the only ones who she trusted to change her clothes like that. They have both seen her either shirtless or with no pants, but never completely naked. They hung out at her house often. She had a bit of trust in Seonghwa even without having a strong relationship, him being the oldest, therefore the most mature. The rest, she wouldn’t feel comfortable with changing her clothes.

Almost as if he could read her mind, Wooyoung mumbled, “San changed your clothes, by the way. Didn’t want you to sleep in your bathing suit.”

She was about to respond, but a vibration on her phone distracted her. She turned to grab it. It was San, asking if he could come over in a few minutes. As she typed to give her an hour so she could shower, she received three messages from Danielle. She ignored them. It would be hard talking to her after what she did.

“So.. what are we?” Wooyoung asked, making her mind go blank. She was so worried about how her two best friends would react, she had completely forgot he was there glued to her back.

“Uh.. I.. I don’t know.. I wasn’t even supposed to be doing that..” She mumbled, thoughts of San and Danielle piling up in her mind. She could tell they were upset, rightfully so. She felt like she betrayed them. She felt horrible about it. They’d been there for her at her worst, but she did that to them. “I.. I didn’t..” She was spiraling so much, not even realizing that tears were falling until he wiped them. He swiped his thumb under her eye before tucking her head underneath his chin. He held her silently as she shook, holding back his words.

He didn’t want to tell her she was overthinking, even if she definitely was. She didn’t want to tell her that Danielle possibly didn’t truly like him, if Zuri needed to talk and do all the work for her. He just comforted her, whispering small ‘it’s okay’s and pressing small kiss to her forehead. To his surprise, she had fallen back asleep. Also to his surprise, he was actually careful with his words and actions around her. Previously, he never cared, whether it was a girl or boy, he said whatever came to mind and took it back if he really needed to. He was blunt, telling whoever it was the truth and to deal with it. With her, he wasn’t even telling her that she wasn’t fully guilty. He would’ve tried to get in her pants to ‘take her mind off of everything’ by now. Yet he was rubbing her back in circles and wiping her tears. It was all so different, so wrong when he was with her.

He watched her calm and peaceful state for a moment before he’d fallen asleep himself. Her soft breathing and warm body was enough to lull him to sleep just as his comforting touch did for her.

He woke up for the second time a few hours later, admiring her face. He liked the curves of her face, how plump her lips looked, and how long her lashes were. Even without makeup, she was so pretty. Even when she was now peering up at him, awake.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence and deep gazes, she finally sat up. “I should go..” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching before letting her feet meet the floor.

“Stay for a while, baby..” He locked his arms around her waist, tugging her back and onto his lap before she could even take two steps. His voice was whiny. It seemed that the second nap refreshed them both, especially for it being nine in the morning. The sluggishness usually never wore off until noon.

“No, I have stuff to do..” She said, her voice becoming a bit whiny herself, “I need to check on Boo, do my hair, see San and Dani..” She rambled while trying to wring herself out of his grasp. She always got so shy whenever he did these types of things, but it only encouraged him further. He held her for a bit longer, liking to feel her squirm before letting go. He didn’t fail to catch how she stayed there for a moment after.

She stood, just for the shorts to nearly fall off of her hips, making her look like she was sagging. She heard a chuckle behind her, Wooyoung trying to hold them up. “Don’t laugh at me..” He didn’t have to tell her to give up before she let them fall, stepping out of them casually. She didn’t mind only having panties on, the hoodie was big enough to cover her. He passed her the other clothes from off of the chair, folded neatly. When she took them, he pressed a sudden teasing kiss to her lips, making her flinch away. He kept pecking her lips, enjoying the squeaks she was letting out while trying to get away. He let her escape out the front door, following right behind.

She grabbed her keys, unlocking her front door as quickly as possible to avoid being seen by anyone. He stood behind her, supposedly protecting her, even though he had his whole front pressed against her backside. His hands were on her hips, apparently trying to hold the hoodie down even though she could tell what his true intentions were.

Once she finally got the door open, she quickly bent down and grabbed her black cat, Boo, and shoved her in his face. Boo naturally pawed at his face, scratching him lightly. He hissed at her playfully when she let the cat go. She always thought Wooyoung was secretly a cat, one resembling Boo, maybe even a long lost sibling. He followed her to her room, the two lounging there for a moment before she decided to take a quick shower. Knowing she had to go out, she decided her hair could wait until the next day.

She returned to her room after showering to find Wooyoung still there, petting her cat absentmindedly while scrolling through his phone. He left once she got her clothes on, meeting her outside the door with hugs and kisses. He was literally next door, but he still deemed it necessary, as if she was about to go to war. It was like a good luck with talking to the two who she felt she betrayed.

She quickly searched for the contact whose location she knew by heart, Choi San’s. She felt bad for making him wait so long, it was already 10am and she only asked him to give her until 8am. Pressing on the button to video call, she waited for him to answer. He answered by the second ring. He was lying in his bed, a white tank top covering his chest. “Hello?”

“Hi, Sannie..” She mumbled, propping up her phone so he could see her. She knew he was big on eye contact, or at least being able to see her face. “.. What’s up?” She tried not to sound awkward or nervous, knowing exactly what he was about to bring up.

“How are you? Tired?” He wanted to check up on her first, to make sure he wouldn’t bring it up while she was in a bad mood. She had a sensitive heart, something San already knew and Wooyoung witnessed himself a few hours prior.

She took a moment to answer, a spoonful of yogurt being placed in her mouth. “Not really, I slept for a little longer.. That’s why I didn’t call earlier..”

“Hm. So I’m gonna workout soon, so I’ll just talk to you now.” San paused, suddenly sounding like he was waiting to bring up the topic. “With Wooyoung last night.. what was that? You.. definitely weren’t asking about Danielle.”

“It was.. I just..” She mumbled, subconsciously removing herself from the camera. She stepped off to the side a bit, leaning over so he couldn’t see her face. She always struggled with confrontation and things like this, so he was patient with her. He knew she wasn’t the type of person to blatantly steal her friends’ crush like that, so he knew she was hiding something from him. “I-I didn’t mean it, San.. I’ve just.. liked him for so long..”

“Show yourself, Zuri.” San murmured as she paused. She complied, stepping into the camera. He could see the sad look on her face.

“A-And Wooyoung told that he likes me too, so I just let him.. I-I liked him before Dani, but I wanted her to have him, I really did, San.. I-“ She rambled, San interrupting before she could start spiraling, repeating herself more than she was now.

“I’m not mad that you like him, but why didn’t you tell us? Especially when Danielle told us that she did. You know we would’ve laughed it off, right?” He said, almost sounding hurt. She knew that he was big on loyalty, she felt like such a bad person. He was upset with their relationship, but it wasn’t her decision that pissed him off.

“I.. didn’t mean it like that.. I thought you would’ve made fun of me..”

“Why? Why would we have made fun of you? Tell me, Zuri.” He pressed, wanting to know what she would say. He knew what she was about to say, he always had to talk her out of things like this.

She bit her lip, feeling that familiar stinging feeling in her eyes and chest once again. “He’s just out of my league.. He’s so popular and talkative, and your best friend, but I just-“

He interrupted her once again, “Zuri, you do realize I’m the same as him, right? You do know that you’re my best friend? Zuri? We are your best friends?” He sounded annoyed, he was now sitting up in his bed. He hated when she acted like this, like she wasn’t worthy of talking to them. She nodded, looking down at her discarded yogurt sitting on the counter. “So what makes you think you aren’t allowed to crush on him? The only thing different from me is that I don’t go around fuc-“ He caught himself before his voice could get too loud, knowing that she was still thinking he was upset with her. He just wished she had more self-worth, and Wooyoung listened for once.

Although she did warm up to the group, he knew she still felt deep inside that they were just ‘trying out the quiet girl.’ He knew she felt like she was crossing the limits liking his best friend, but he actually found it entertaining and cute. Wooyoung had always been trying, so San liked how she was finally loosening up.

They both seemed to take a deep breath, before San broke the brief silence that built between them. “I’ll call you back later. I don’t want to say anything mean.” She hummed, nodding. “Love you?” He murmured, making sure she knew he wasn’t angry with her.

“Love you too.” She said, watching him wave at her before ending the call.

After a bit of playing with her yogurt and eating it, she grabbed a few supplies and headed to her room. She wanted to at least take her braids out before seeing Danielle.

After a long time of an annoying cat, arms and back aching, and hair in every direction she finally began to get dressed. She threw her hair in a slick-back bun, putting on a simple outfit so she could meet Danielle out at the mall. They always met up there to walk around, eat, and pick up random things they would not actually buy. It was something they always did, whether if it was a while after seeing each other or on a random day.

Just as she put her shoes on and grabbed her keys, she got a text from Wooyoung.

woo(do not respond) ; did yu talk to san?

zurii💕 ; yup

zurii💕 ; he’s kinda mad tho

woo(do not respond) ; dw i’m sure he’ll b fine later

woo(do not respond) ; if not i’ll talk to him

zurii💕 ; thank u

woo(do not respond) ; anything for u ml

She left the house, leaving and walking to the mall. It wasn’t far from her house, so she was fine with the transportation type.

Once she made it there, she saw Danielle standing at the entrance. She was staring down at her phone. unaware of her presence yet. She didn’t look up until Zuri stood in front of her. “Zuri!” Danielle dragged the yell out, hugging her tightly, rocking back and forth and all. Even though she felt incredibly guilty and nervous, she was still able to return the greeting.

“How was it?” Danielle had left for a week, over the whole break. There was now just a day before they had to go back to school. Walking into the mall, the duo got lost in conversation about Dani’s trip. Zuri didn’t feel tense at all, until she mentioned the incident that occurred the night before once they sat with their food.

“So, at the party, I heard you kissed Wooyoung?” She said suddenly, taking a sip from her drink.

“Oh-“ Zuri nearly choked on her food.

“What was that about?”

Zuri took a deep breath before answering, staring down at the table they sat at. “I’m sorry.. I.. I didn’t mean it like that, I just-“ She thought it would’ve been easier to get it out, as she did it with San when the sun was still up. However, Danielle kept interrupting, sounding infuriated.

“How the hell did you mean it, then?”

“I’ve liked him since we were freshman, Dani. And he-“

“But I like him too, I told you that.” Danielle wasn’t giving her a chance to speak. It was something Zuri had always hated. She hated it before meeting her, and she hated it even more now that it was Danielle doing it. Danielle was too sensitive, she got angry with the smallest things, and her anger escalated way too quickly.

“I know. I wanted to let you have him, but-“

“So why the fuck?-“

“Danielle, please. Let me speak.” She stopped her, irritated with the interruptions. Her voice was shaky as she continued. “He was the one who kissed me, Dani. He wants me too, so I can’t just.. You know how hard it is for me to find someone…” She trailed off, a habit she had. Her voice and stature got smaller, until she was speaking like a mouse and hunched over the table.

Danielle went silent for a moment, her expression softening just for a minute. “Well, why didn’t you tell me when you first started liking him? Aren’t we best friends?”

“I didn’t think he would go good with me.. And he’s San’s best friend..”

“Did you really hurt San too?” Danielle said, sounding distraught.

“N-No, he’s fine..” She mumbled, feeling like a villain. Danielle saw it as if Zuri’s whole plan was to hurt the two, her best friends who she wouldn’t trade for anything.

A long silence enveloped the table.

“Is he at least treating you well? I couldn’t believe if you hurt us just for a bad boyfriend. I told you about him, didn’t I? Didn’t we walk in on him with some random girl? You want to be some side bitch?” Danielle rambled on, her voice going from hurt to angry again. She took small pauses, yet Zuri stayed silent.

“No.. He’s not even like that..” Danielle was barely able to hear the last words she said with how quietly she mumbled it. Zuri knew her own words were wrong.

“Fine. Damn.” Danielle huffed, going back to eating her food. Zuri barely touched hers, taking small, occasional bites while staring out into the abyss.

“Let’s go.” Danielle said sternly after she finished, not even waiting for Zuri. She simply grabbed both plates and drinks, even with Zuri’s food tray and milkshake cup still almost full. Zuri had no choice but to follow. They split up at the exit, not even bidding each other goodbye.

As she walked, she was so caught up in her guilt that she didn’t even hear the footsteps behind her. The sun was no longer giving her safety, the only available light coming from the weak streetlights and few bright rooms in the tall apartment buildings she walked by. It was pitch black, she could hardly see ahead of her at the corners in which the lights struggled to reach. She was zoned out, everything tuned out until she nearly bumped into a hard surface. “Excuse me, pretty girl, are you taken?”

“Um.. yea, I..” She trailed off, still in the battle of her emotions. Her mind was brought back to the present moment, noting the alleyway next to her and the other man coming to her side, running his hands through her bun, as if he were fluffing it out. She took a step back with his words.

“You’re beautiful, you have a lot of hair.” The second guy said, but before she could even react there was another pair of hands massaging her shoulders and a new voice.

“Let me take you to a restaurant, baby. Why you look sad?” He said, she could hear the smirk in his voice. She realized the situation she was in— she was surrounded by three men, in the dark, next to an alleyway.

“N-No, I’m okay.. I don’t want to..” She mumbled, squeezing her way through two of them. They only followed, their voices getting more insistent.

“Give me your purse, bitch-“ One of them tried snatching her bag, but she began to flail and yell, feeling overwhelmed and crowded. She had too many hands belonging to unknown men on her at once.

A new, thankfully familiar voice was heard behind her, making the four look towards him. She saw Yunho, who said a name which she assumed belonged to one of the guys harassing her. After a brief stare down and a drifting hand towards Yunho’s belt, she was released.

The men shoved her towards him, making her crash into his chest. He put a hand on the nape of her neck, running his hand down to her back and then back up as he waited for them to leave. Once he was sure, he took a step back and she looked up at him. She had to crane her neck, only as tall as his chest. “You alright?” He asked, his hand finding her chin to inspect her face for any bruises.

During his small inspection, she murmured, “No.. thank you for saving me.” She spoke quietly, the tightness in her heart still present from the day’s events.

“Let’s go.” He put a hand on her back, leading her away the alleyway and towards a motorcycle. He didn’t waste any time helping her on and revving it up. He didn’t want to stick around in that area for too long. She had questions running through her mind. She didn’t remember him ever mentioning a motorcycle. “Take this, you’ll get cold while we’re riding.” He said, giving her his hoodie before starting to drive. She noticed that he took some small packets from his pocket and transferred them to his cargo pants, but she didn’t question it.

“Yunho..?” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hummed, prompting her to continue. “Since when did you have a motorcycle?”

“I got it.. maybe last year?” He said, his voice soft as the wind blew against them. She was happy she had the hoodie, she could feel the breeze against her legs and face. Zuri had tried conversing to get her mind off of everything, but to no avail as she felt tears stinging her eyes. She buried her face in his back, controlling her breathing the best she could.

He could feel the tears dampening small patches on his shirt, but he kept his mouth shut. He already knew the reason why she was crying, but he wasn’t directly involved in the matter so he didn’t say anything to her. He did know she needed comfort, though. Once they reached a red light, he asked in a quiet, soft voice, “Want to go to San’s?” Feeling the girl shake her head and hearing her struggle to get her words out, he already knew which turn to make.

“N-No..” She said in a feeble, hoarse voice. She didn’t want to disturb him after what she did. She usually did show up on random nights, as he did to her, but she felt too full of guilt and pain.

Once they made it to her apartment building, he took a moment before stepping off to make sure she could compose herself. He knew that she wouldn’t want him to see her crying in the way she was. He held his hand for her, helping her step off of the bike. He walked her all the way to her door, staying next to her like a bodyguard. He didn’t miss her small glances at Wooyoung’s door as she played with her keys. He didn’t say a word to her until she unlocked her door. He pulled her head into his chest, hugging her gently. “Don’t be outside at night, you need to stay safe.” His voice wasn’t scolding, but firm. She nodded, holding the very needed embrace for a while. Yunho stayed until she pulled away, staying outside of her door for a moment before knocking on Wooyoung’s door. Zuri was tempted to talk to Wooyoung herself, but she decided to wait until morning.

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TAGS ; hongjoong is a squirrel, angst - comfort, mentions of losing home, hurricane/storm, might be a bit messy at the beginning but it comes together trustt

Kenya was fresh in her new home, just an hour away from her parents when a hurricane decided to emerge and begin its path towards her city. She didn’t have a single speck of salvageable food in her house. It had barely been a full week since she moved in, she was still unpacking and the job she applied for hadn’t responded yet. The neighbors were friendly and loved her, so she had some small snacks and a cake from the little welcome party they held. She lived off of that during the small unpacking break she gave herself. For meals, she had been getting takeout for the past few days. To make matters worse, the television hadn’t arrived yet, so she never got the three day notice. If it weren’t for one of her neighbors alerting her, she would’ve been outside just as it passed by. If this hurricane was as bad as the last, she was doomed because of how underprepared she was. She would either lose her home, becoming broke and lonely or go back to where she was born. There was no way she would be going back to the controlling home she just escaped from.

Hongjoong had known the hurricane was on its way a few days before the rest of the humans did, even from his spot in the tree in front of Kenya’s new home. The problem, was that he had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to be dragged far, far away by the wind again, but he wasn’t about to try and get into a shelter far, far away from the tree. Not when he was so close to finding his parents. He usually stayed with the nice, old couple who resided in the house in front of his tree. However, the day that young adults, who he could guess were relatives, started coming over to clear out the home, he knew what would happen. They got inside a car and never returned, but not before bidding him adieu with rubs and snacks. Those were the only nice humans he met. The rest of them either stared at him unsettlingly, called him ‘sandy cheeks’, tried to catch him, or tried to chase him away. So, he didn’t like to approach humans that much.

He was going to keep his peace and avoid her as well, until one particular day. She had received a crate of strawberries from a neighbor who ‘didn’t have enough space in her fridge’, and she took them inside. That neighbor was the one who notified her about the incoming danger. The lady had offered her a safer place to stay, but the girl refused. He thought that it would be his last time seeing her from so close for the day, but she came back out with one in her hand. She had noticed the red squirrel looking from the top of the tree and wanted to try and feed him. If it was possible, maybe even bring him into her house. She didn’t want him to be swept away by the ferocious winds or struck by the flashing lightning. Even though as a child she was scolded for being friendly with animals, she wanted to at least try. She was told that sometimes, the animals could be hybrids and that those things are creeps. She didn’t believe any of their words, it only spurred her on to try and find one rather than adopting. Now, with those words, she wanted to allow him in even more in the case that he was human.

That day, she walked outside with a strawberry in her hand. She saw the squirrel about to climb up the tree, staring at her cautiously as she approached. To get it to put its guard down, she crouched down to give herself a smaller stature. She took baby steps, slow and tiny until his tail was twitching and she crouched right in front of him. Holding out the strawberry to him, murmuring, “Here,” she watched as the critter hastily took the strawberry and scurried back to the tree. That was Hongjoong’s first time having something sweet in a while. He watched as she smiled softly, ensuring that the cute squirrel ate the strawberry before heading back inside. She would use that as her tactic. She was always warned to never feed animals, or else they’ll be attached to her. However, now she wanted that outcome.

The interaction both worked in her favor, and it made him feel more comfortable with the plan he was about to attempt.

An hour after he watched her leave the house, the girl returned with her car door open, bringing in bags of groceries. He knew that she was preparing for the hurricane that would occur iim nearly six hours. She had a few cases of bottled waters left in her car, which she was struggling to carry and bring inside. Her body was already sore from all the unpacking and traveling back and forth, which made it no easier. As he saw her heaving, trudging back out to grab the second case, he emerged from behind the tree trunk and stood in front of her. She paused seeing the squirrel staring up at her, tail twitching.

After she blinked, a young man with dull, red hair and wide eyes was peering at her. He was about an inch taller than her, and she couldn’t miss the tiny ears on his head or the huge, puffy tail behind him. He opened his mouth, closed it again in hesitation, opened it again and spoke. “D-Do you n-need help?”

Seeing the way she stared at him, mumbling, “Uh..”, he was about to retrace his tracks and die of embarrassment, but she finally responded. Shaking off the shock she felt, she gave a nod and a hum. Some people owned hybrids, but she had never talked to one personally. She hadn’t really seen one, other than the police dogs that visited her school years ago. The squirrel-man instantly went to work, grabbing the case of waters and heading inside to find where she placed the other. He was internally scolding himself for doing it so awkwardly.

Once her car was empty, before he could execute his plan she did it for him. “Do you have a home? Do you need to stay with me during the hurricane..?” She decided to take the chance and ask while she could.

“Yes..” He mumbled, happy she offered first so he wouldn’t have to ask. He knew that squirrel hybrids were uncommon, so he didn’t want to seem weird. As she led him into her house, he spoke timidly. “T-Thank you for the strawberry earlier…”

She smiled, taking one out the container she was moving out of the fridge. She gave it to him. “You’re welcome. Make sure you wash it off.” He went straight to the sink to run it under the water. After a few brief seconds, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth, leaves and all. She chuckled at the sight. “You can have one any time you want.” He stood there fiddling with his fingers as she filled the fridge and cabinets with necessities. When she stood and began walking, he trailed behind her as well.

She went to the windows to close the shutters, and he spoke as he looked at the tree he spent most of his day burrowed inside of. “Thank you so much for letting me stay.. I’ll sleep out here, and I’ll be good, I swear..” He knew that some, if not, all humans doubted hybrids like him. They only trusted cats and dogs, yet barely even those species.

“Make yourself comfortable... Did I get your name?” She questioned, appreciating how he wasn’t going to try anything. She didn’t think he would be so ill-spirited even after the little snacks she gave him anyways.

“Hongjoong… Yours?” He watched as she went into a nearby bag, fishing out a laptop.

“Kenya. Is there anything you want to do..? Sorry, but I don’t have a TV yet.” She trailed off. She would’ve offered him her laptop to watch something, but she couldn’t trust a stranger with access to such sensitive information. Even if she watched it with him, she had plans on taking a shower so she really had no idea what to offer him during his stay. She was freshly an adult in her own house, so she was new to having guests over.

“Not really, I was planning on napping during the hurricane..” He said, hoping his body would go along with that plan. He could sleep for over half a day if he was tired enough, so he deliberately stayed up during the last few nights. If he went to sleep now and entered that deep sleep, it would be nearly impossible for the thunder to stir him awake. He felt rude for invading her house just to completely ignore her, but she didn’t seem to mind. They were technically neighbors, so he had many chances to speak to her anyways.

“Oh, okay. I had the same idea.” She said, continuing with, “Let me know if you need anything..” She trailed off as her feet took her towards the stairs. She took a quick trip to grab him a cover and pillow, before she notified him of the location of the bathroom and finally got comfortable in her bed. Before she fell asleep, she did hear him getting up and meddling in the kitchen. Her ears told her he was going to get strawberries, possibly to help him fall asleep.

The house finally settled down, the hurricane quietly beginning its course. During the night, she was awakened by the sound and feeling of light shuffling and quiet sniffles and hiccups. Alongside that, the fierce winds, aggressive thunder, and pattering rain of a hurricane. She felt a new body underneath her covers, trembling violently. She took a moment to recover from her sleepy state, the sound of thunder and rain about to lull her back to sleep. It was all comforting to her, but it seemed the opposite for the squirrel behind her. She turned towards him, his head lifting as he muttered small apologies. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll.. I’ll go back.. I-I just..”

She stopped him before he could leave, lightly placing a hand on his shivering shoulder. She didn’t want him to leave just yet. She knew that some people had anxiety with storms like this, and she wasn’t upset with that. He could see the worry etched in her face clearly, yet she could barely see her own hand in the darkness of the room. “Is everything okay?” Her voice came out, gentle and slightly raspy with sleep.

“Y-Yes.. I-I just.. don’t like the storm.. I don’t want to be alone..” He stuttered, his voice high with small sobs in between his words. He mumbled the last words. She cupped his cheek with one hand, wiping his tears softly. With the other, she lightly combed his hair out of his face. She hoped it was comforting him. She wasn’t used to being around hybrids.

“It’s okay.. I won’t leave you alone.. Nothing will happen..” She whispered, cradling his head in her arms. He buried his face in her chest. She had could guess what happened to make him so panicked in a situation like this, due to her observations. She was tempted to ask and confirm, but she kept her mouth shut. He would be the one to decide whether or not to tell her.

He sobbed for a bit longer, before the noises were reduced to sniffles and slow breathing. She had fallen back asleep herself, yet he didn’t even notice because he was content with just her presence. He had been alone for so long, he forgot how it felt to be cared for. The two slept in the bed peacefully until the morning, when the hurricane had passed by their area. It was still raining a bit, but it had moved into the next city.

She woke up before he did, untangling herself from his limbs and going straight to the restroom. He had started clinging to her body as he slept, instead of just a light hug. After she finished her business in the bathroom, she decided it wouldn’t harm to take a quick shower. As she grabbed her clothes, she saw that he didn’t stir after she unintentionally closed the drawers roughly. She didn’t think he would be awake for a while. She never saw him outside his tree at this hour, so she concluded that he slept for long hours of the day.

After cleaning herself, she visited the room again to find him laid on his back, eyes open. He turned when she entered, staring at her for a moment before waving.

“Morning.” She murmured in response. “I’m going to cook breakfast. Is french toast okay?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. A minute and a trip to the bathroom later, the squirrel had joined the girl in the kitchen. He watched as she cooked, flipping the bread on the pan onto the other side.

“Sorry about last night..” He started, feeling the need to apologize. Even though she was completely inviting, allowing him to stay without a problem, he still felt like he was invading her quiet life.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I know that animals can hate storms, and just loud noises in general.” She reassured him, placing the bread on a plate. She never had a pet herself, but she recalled friends telling her how terrified their dogs are whenever it’s a holiday that involves fireworks. She placed another slice of bread on the pan, letting it cook as she talked to him.

“Thank you.. It’s just.. I lost my family during the last hurricane a few months ago… ” He started, staring blankly at the french toast as she decorated it with whipped cream and strawberries. He was used to explaining this to other animals, hoping they’d seen them somewhere. “Our tree fell down, and the winds and flood took me..” He took a breath, “I haven’t seen them since.”

“Do you want me to help you find them..?” She asked hesitantly. She didn’t know if he would take that in the wrong way, she hoped not.

He watched as she flipped the bread around, “Would you really?” He didn’t think that a human would really have the time or patience to be searching for three little squirrels.

“Yes. I need the company, anyway. Also, you seem to know the area better so a tour guide wouldn’t be too bad.” She joked, winking as she handed him the french toast.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And for the food too, thank you.” He stuttered, taking the food happily. He was so excited to indulge in this plate. He never tasted whipped cream before. He could only stare at the desserts through the windows of the cafes he passed by. “I think.. I’ll go back to the tree when I finish.. Just let me know when you have time to go.”

“I will, and don’t worry. You’re free to come over anytime if you need anything.” She said while adding her own toppings onto her french toast. She smiled at first out of politeness, but it became genuine when she realized how easily she made a new friend, especially for a hybrid. It told her that she would be fine in this new neighborhood.

While eating, she learned that Hongjoong had been living, searching, and exploring in the area for about a year, so he knew the place pretty well. That meant that while searching for his family, he could also be giving her a tour of the city. With this knowledge, the two made the decision to start off sooner, the next day.

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Kenya was fresh in her new home, just an hour away from her parents when a hurricane decided to emerge and begin its path towards her city. She didn’t have a single speck of salvageable food in her house. It had barely been a full week since she moved in, she was still unpacking and the job she applied for hadn’t responded yet. The neighbors were friendly and loved her, so she had some small snacks and a cake from the little welcome party they held. She lived off of that during the small unpacking break she gave herself. For meals, she had been getting takeout for the past few days. To make matters worse, the television hadn’t arrived yet, so she never got the three day notice. If it weren’t for one of her neighbors alerting her, she would’ve been outside just as it passed by. If this hurricane was as bad as the last, she was doomed because of how underprepared she was. She would either lose her home, becoming broke and lonely or go back to where she was born. There was no way she would be going back to the controlling home she just escaped from.

Hongjoong had known the hurricane was on its way a few days before the rest of the humans did, even from his spot in the tree in front of Kenya’s new home. The problem, was that he had nowhere to go. He didn’t want to be dragged far, far away by the wind again, but he wasn’t about to try and get into a shelter far, far away from the tree. Not when he was so close to finding his parents. He usually stayed with the nice, old couple who resided in the house in front of his tree. However, the day that young adults, who he could guess were relatives, started coming over to clear out the home, he knew what would happen. They got inside a car and never returned, but not before bidding him adieu with rubs and snacks. Those were the only nice humans he met. The rest of them either stared at him unsettlingly, called him ‘sandy cheeks’, tried to catch him, or tried to chase him away. So, he didn’t like to approach humans that much.

He was going to keep his peace and avoid her as well, until one particular day. She had received a crate of strawberries from a neighbor who ‘didn’t have enough space in her fridge’, and she took them inside. That neighbor was the one who notified her about the incoming danger. The lady had offered her a safer place to stay, but the girl refused. He thought that it would be his last time seeing her from so close for the day, but she came back out with one in her hand. She had noticed the red squirrel looking from the top of the tree and wanted to try and feed him. If it was possible, maybe even bring him into her house. She didn’t want him to be swept away by the ferocious winds or struck by the flashing lightning. Even though as a child she was scolded for being friendly with animals, she wanted to at least try. She was told that sometimes, the animals could be hybrids and that those things are creeps. She didn’t believe any of their words, it only spurred her on to try and find one rather than adopting. Now, with those words, she wanted to allow him in even more in the case that he was human.

That day, she walked outside with a strawberry in her hand. She saw the squirrel about to climb up the tree, staring at her cautiously as she approached. To get it to put its guard down, she crouched down to give herself a smaller stature. She took baby steps, slow and tiny until his tail was twitching and she crouched right in front of him. Holding out the strawberry to him, murmuring, “Here,” she watched as the critter hastily took the strawberry and scurried back to the tree. That was Hongjoong’s first time having something sweet in a while. He watched as she smiled softly, ensuring that the cute squirrel ate the strawberry before heading back inside. She would use that as her tactic. She was always warned to never feed animals, or else they’ll be attached to her. However, now she wanted that outcome.

The interaction both worked in her favor, and it made him feel more comfortable with the plan he was about to attempt.

An hour after he watched her leave the house, the girl returned with her car door open, bringing in bags of groceries. He knew that she was preparing for the hurricane that would occur iim nearly six hours. She had a few cases of bottled waters left in her car, which she was struggling to carry and bring inside. Her body was already sore from all the unpacking and traveling back and forth, which made it no easier. As he saw her heaving, trudging back out to grab the second case, he emerged from behind the tree trunk and stood in front of her. She paused seeing the squirrel staring up at her, tail twitching.

After she blinked, a young man with dull, red hair and wide eyes was peering at her. He was about an inch taller than her, and she couldn’t miss the tiny ears on his head or the huge, puffy tail behind him. He opened his mouth, closed it again in hesitation, opened it again and spoke. “D-Do you n-need help?”

Seeing the way she stared at him, mumbling, “Uh..”, he was about to retrace his tracks and die of embarrassment, but she finally responded. Shaking off the shock she felt, she gave a nod and a hum. Some people owned hybrids, but she had never talked to one personally. She hadn’t really seen one, other than the police dogs that visited her school years ago. The squirrel-man instantly went to work, grabbing the case of waters and heading inside to find where she placed the other. He was internally scolding himself for doing it so awkwardly.

Once her car was empty, before he could execute his plan she did it for him. “Do you have a home? Do you need to stay with me during the hurricane..?” She decided to take the chance and ask while she could.

“Yes..” He mumbled, happy she offered first so he wouldn’t have to ask. He knew that squirrel hybrids were uncommon, so he didn’t want to seem weird. As she led him into her house, he spoke timidly. “T-Thank you for the strawberry earlier…”

She smiled, taking one out the container she was moving out of the fridge. She gave it to him. “You’re welcome. Make sure you wash it off.” He went straight to the sink to run it under the water. After a few brief seconds, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth, leaves and all. She chuckled at the sight. “You can have one any time you want.” He stood there fiddling with his fingers as she filled the fridge and cabinets with necessities. When she stood and began walking, he trailed behind her as well.

She went to the windows to close the shutters, and he spoke as he looked at the tree he spent most of his day burrowed inside of. “Thank you so much for letting me stay.. I’ll sleep out here, and I’ll be good, I swear..” He knew that some, if not, all humans doubted hybrids like him. They only trusted cats and dogs, yet barely even those species.

“Make yourself comfortable... Did I get your name?” She questioned, appreciating how he wasn’t going to try anything. She didn’t think he would be so ill-spirited even after the little snacks she gave him anyways.

“Hongjoong… Yours?” He watched as she went into a nearby bag, fishing out a laptop.

“Kenya. Is there anything you want to do..? Sorry, but I don’t have a TV yet.” She trailed off. She would’ve offered him her laptop to watch something, but she couldn’t trust a stranger with access to such sensitive information. Even if she watched it with him, she had plans on taking a shower so she really had no idea what to offer him during his stay. She was freshly an adult in her own house, so she was new to having guests over.

“Not really, I was planning on napping during the hurricane..” He said, hoping his body would go along with that plan. He could sleep for over half a day if he was tired enough, so he deliberately stayed up during the last few nights. If he went to sleep now and entered that deep sleep, it would be nearly impossible for the thunder to stir him awake. He felt rude for invading her house just to completely ignore her, but she didn’t seem to mind. They were technically neighbors, so he had many chances to speak to her anyways.

“Oh, okay. I had the same idea.” She said, continuing with, “Let me know if you need anything..” She trailed off as her feet took her towards the stairs. She took a quick trip to grab him a cover and pillow, before she notified him of the location of the bathroom and finally got comfortable in her bed. Before she fell asleep, she did hear him getting up and meddling in the kitchen. Her ears told her he was going to get strawberries, possibly to help him fall asleep.

The house finally settled down, the hurricane quietly beginning its course. During the night, she was awakened by the sound and feeling of light shuffling and quiet sniffles and hiccups. Alongside that, the fierce winds, aggressive thunder, and pattering rain of a hurricane. She felt a new body underneath her covers, trembling violently. She took a moment to recover from her sleepy state, the sound of thunder and rain about to lull her back to sleep. It was all comforting to her, but it seemed the opposite for the squirrel behind her. She turned towards him, his head lifting as he muttered small apologies. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll.. I’ll go back.. I-I just..”

She stopped him before he could leave, lightly placing a hand on his shivering shoulder. She didn’t want him to leave just yet. She knew that some people had anxiety with storms like this, and she wasn’t upset with that. He could see the worry etched in her face clearly, yet she could barely see her own hand in the darkness of the room. “Is everything okay?” Her voice came out, gentle and slightly raspy with sleep.

“Y-Yes.. I-I just.. don’t like the storm.. I don’t want to be alone..” He stuttered, his voice high with small sobs in between his words. He mumbled the last words. She cupped his cheek with one hand, wiping his tears softly. With the other, she lightly combed his hair out of his face. She hoped it was comforting him. She wasn’t used to being around hybrids.

“It’s okay.. I won’t leave you alone.. Nothing will happen..” She whispered, cradling his head in her arms. He buried his face in her chest. She had could guess what happened to make him so panicked in a situation like this, due to her observations. She was tempted to ask and confirm, but she kept her mouth shut. He would be the one to decide whether or not to tell her.

He sobbed for a bit longer, before the noises were reduced to sniffles and slow breathing. She had fallen back asleep herself, yet he didn’t even notice because he was content with just her presence. He had been alone for so long, he forgot how it felt to be cared for. The two slept in the bed peacefully until the morning, when the hurricane had passed by their area. It was still raining a bit, but it had moved into the next city.

She woke up before he did, untangling herself from his limbs and going straight to the restroom. He had started clinging to her body as he slept, instead of just a light hug. After she finished her business in the bathroom, she decided it wouldn’t harm to take a quick shower. As she grabbed her clothes, she saw that he didn’t stir after she unintentionally closed the drawers roughly. She didn’t think he would be awake for a while. She never saw him outside his tree at this hour, so she concluded that he slept for long hours of the day.

After cleaning herself, she visited the room again to find him laid on his back, eyes open. He turned when she entered, staring at her for a moment before waving.

“Morning.” She murmured in response. “I’m going to cook breakfast. Is french toast okay?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. A minute and a trip to the bathroom later, the squirrel had joined the girl in the kitchen. He watched as she cooked, flipping the bread on the pan onto the other side.

“Sorry about last night..” He started, feeling the need to apologize. Even though she was completely inviting, allowing him to stay without a problem, he still felt like he was invading her quiet life.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I know that animals can hate storms, and just loud noises in general.” She reassured him, placing the bread on a plate. She never had a pet herself, but she recalled friends telling her how terrified their dogs are whenever it’s a holiday that involves fireworks. She placed another slice of bread on the pan, letting it cook as she talked to him.

“Thank you.. It’s just.. I lost my family during the last hurricane a few months ago… ” He started, staring blankly at the french toast as she decorated it with whipped cream and strawberries. He was used to explaining this to other animals, hoping they’d seen them somewhere. “Our tree fell down, and the winds and flood took me..” He took a breath, “I haven’t seen them since.”

“Do you want me to help you find them..?” She asked hesitantly. She didn’t know if he would take that in the wrong way, she hoped not.

He watched as she flipped the bread around, “Would you really?” He didn’t think that a human would really have the time or patience to be searching for three little squirrels.

“Yes. I need the company, anyway. Also, you seem to know the area better so a tour guide wouldn’t be too bad.” She joked, winking as she handed him the french toast.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And for the food too, thank you.” He stuttered, taking the food happily. He was so excited to indulge in this plate. He never tasted whipped cream before. He could only stare at the desserts through the windows of the cafes he passed by. “I think.. I’ll go back to the tree when I finish.. Just let me know when you have time to go.”

“I will, and don’t worry. You’re free to come over anytime if you need anything.” She said while adding her own toppings onto her french toast. She smiled at first out of politeness, but it became genuine when she realized how easily she made a new friend, especially for a hybrid. It told her that she would be fine in this new neighborhood.

While eating, she learned that Hongjoong had been living, searching, and exploring in the area for about a year, so he knew the place pretty well. That meant that while searching for his family, he could also be giving her a tour of the city. With this knowledge, the two made the decision to start off sooner, the next day.

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“We’re late for the party, come on..”

San grumbled, his wide shoulders barely fitting through Zuri’s front door. He followed behind her, clad in his varsity jacket. She had one of her own, sitting on the chair and being picked up by San. She was one of the seniors in the sports medicine team, so she was given one as well. That was the reason for this party, but she didn’t seem to be rushing. Not only was it Wooyoung’s birthday, but also the end of the football season, and the seniors wanted to celebrate all of their wins. Both events were being combined to the same day. Why wasn’t she late too? That was because this party was for the football players. Although sports medicine did play an important role in the player’s wellbeing, they were often overlooked. Also, it was at Wooyoung’s house. She was friends with him and San, but not exactly in their friend group. She had her own little circle.

“Shut up, it’s literally next door.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. “And it’s just you who’s late.” She added, making her way back into the bathroom. She wasn’t the one late to this party, she wasn’t even meant to be going. He just forced brought her along, thinking she needed some fun in her quiet life.

“I know, but-“ San tried to say, but she interrupted him. He wasn’t hurt by her sharp tone. He knew that she was just focused on her complicated makeup. He also wasn’t sensitive. He could handle a lot, rarely showing any vulnerability. They were all like that. She was happy she could say and do anything and he wouldn’t be butthurt.

“Just go, I don’t need you to walk in with me.” She was getting so frustrated with her makeup, she was spouting things she would regret. Her nerves were wrecked when it had anything to do with socializing and attention being on her. Even if it were just for a few seconds of people wondering who the newcomer was.

He snickered, knowing she didn’t mean that. She rarely went to any parties, and she struggled in crowds sometimes. Even as a senior who was dragged attended parties with San and her other best friend, Danielle, since her freshman year, she could never get used to it. Her two best friends were always there for her, even though she always had to be the one dragging them off of some random hookup they found in the vast selection of high school party people.

The minute she finally got her eyeliner right, she dipped her thumb in her face paint palette she owned, tracing an orange and black streak on each of her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose. She did the same for San. She rinsed off her hands, looking to grab her her sweater so they could go. She saw it held out in San’s grip, who was trying to help her put it on. It fit snug on her body, matching with the tiny black shorts she wore over her bikini. “What a gentleman.” She said sarcastically in response to the kind gesture. She grabbed her purse, finally heading to the front door, where she could hear the music booming through the walls. However, before she went all the way she needed to snap a few pictures of her outfit for Danielle. She had a body mirror near the door.

He slid past her, opening the door for her. She rolled her eyes again, biting her lip as the corner of her mouth twitched. He knocked on the door right next to hers, only needing to take a few steps before reaching it. Just as he knocked, her phone pinged with a few new messages. She looked down at it, seeing that Danielle responded.

danii ‼️ ; damn cutieee 😻😻

danii ‼️ ; don’t steal my man neoww

z ; girl he was never yo

She stopped typing and deleted it, realizing what she was about to say. She needed to control herself. Just because they both liked the same person and Dani didn’t even know, didn’t mean she could say that. She would never let a boy, especially not like him ruin such a good friendship.

z ; lmfao thank youu 💕

z ; i wont girll ill just talk to him like u asked

Her phone was suddenly snatched from her hands, making her look up. She gave a stank face, fully expecting to see San but she was met with Wooyoung. Her expression changed into surprise, and then back to a stank face as she looked at the hand holding her phone up high out of reach. “Bro,” She muttered, seeing that dumb smirk he always had as she reached up to grab it. Unsurprisingly, she failed, her tippy toes not helping at all.

He finally spoke after a few weak shoves and calls of his name. “Come on shorty, not even gonna say hi?”

“Hi, Wooyoung. Can I get my phone now?” She grumbled, trying her best not to seem too secretive about what she had on there. He would become curious and nosy. He didn’t need to see the texts about him between her and Danielle.

When she tried reaching again, she was pulled into a hug, her arm around his neck so she could keep her balance. During this short, but tight hug Wooyoung finally gave her the phone. He also said in her ear, “Thanks for coming, pretty girl.” She pulled away right after, trying her best to hide her flushed face. She masked it with annoyance, walking to San who watched with an amused look. He could see right through her.

“Yeah, happy birthday.” She grumbled, careful not to make eye contact. Acting annoyed was one thing she did to escape situations like this. She walked right into the house, San following behind her and lightly guiding her by the waist. As the door closed, Wooyoung yelled out which instantly brought more life to the party. The noise and dancing increased, San careful to keep her grounded and focused on getting through the crowd. He led her to the kitchen, where the drinks and snacks resided. He greeted many people, but made sure to keep moving so she could find her little secure spot in the house before she got overwhelmed.

In the kitchen, they found Hongjoong, who was tending to the drinks and snacks and basically acting as security with Seonghwa. They were starting to tidy up, wanting to keep it as clean as possible before they left to the pool. The two resolved any fights, and investigated any suspicious activities. You would think that no drugs would be found in a high school full of teenagers, but KQ was a small public school which meant that nearly anyone could get in, and punishments were small. It was too often that someone from another bigger school infiltrated and caused unnecessary trouble. Sometimes, that trouble would be an innocent girl taken advantage of or sudden fights outside of school. They could only afford to manage one sport, football. KQ was so small that they were often targeted by private schools, such as JYP and HYBE. Whether it was small beef such as competition in sports, or that turned into one-sided personal beef, they were preyed on. Although it was usually just students, sometimes it went to the lengths of attempted sabotaging between staff.

While Zuri was gazing out the window, watching most the party transfer into the backyard, she suddenly felt something cold and wet on her face. She flinched, dragged out of her daze. San was pressing a cup of fruit punch poured by Hongjoong to her cheek. She glared at him, grabbing it and taking a sip.

“Wanna go outside now?” San asked, getting a nod in return. “Mhm, lemme go say hi..” He murmured, dragging her over to another one of his friends. His friend, Mingi, was surrounded by a group of girls. Zuri wasn’t looking directly at him, finding it extremely awkward. She wasn’t the type to swaddle around one guy at a party, not in the way these girls were at least. Not only that, but they were somehow glaring at her and giving San heart eyes at the same time.

Mingi was thinking that Zuri was one of the girls at first, but when he finally recognized the braids, he was surprised. “San, is that Zuri?” He questioned, confirming that the introvert was there without her bestest friend, Danielle. She was fine with San, but she felt the best with Dani, only because San often went off to hang out with his friends.

“Yup, say hi, Zuri!” San teased her, grabbing her by her shoulders. He turned her to face Mingi, grabbing her arm and waving it like she was a baby incapable of making a simple gesture. She just stared at Mingi blankly, something he was used to, before she escaped San’s grasp. She turned her back to him, starting to walk away. San didn’t miss how she didn’t actually go until she felt his presence behind her.

After taking a quick trip into Wooyoung’s locked room to drop off their belongings, they headed straight for the pool. While San jumped in, she sat on the concrete with just her legs inside. It was too cold for her to get in so quickly. Her eyes immediately found Wooyoung’s, who smirked and looked away to continue his conversation with a random girl. He was fully in the pool, with just his arms on the concrete so he could speak. She noticed a tattoo on the nape of his neck. She only saw glimpses of it when helping him during games, but now she could see it clearly before he started turning towards her again, starting to head towards them. She quickly glanced away, acting like she was listening to San’s words. San knew she wasn’t.

When he made it over, he did that same pose, propped up next to her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, but she didn’t look until San noticed him. She acted like she had no idea he was there. They talked for a few minutes, including her in the conversation occasionally. San eventually left. both because he didn’t want her to feel like she’s being babysat and so she could ask about Danielle.

Wooyoung held eye contact with her quietly, that stupid smirk on his face. There was so much romantic tension between the two, everyone could feel it. “You’re so shy.” He finally commented, snickering. Those were words she heard often, but she knew it was true.

“I know. Everyone says that..” She mumbled, looking away. She fidgeted with the strings on the side of her bikini bottoms, suddenly feeling nervous. He mimicked her actions, playing with the one on the other side.

“What made you want to come? Your other friend isn’t here.” He asked, wondering if he would be corrected that she is here. He hoped not. She noticed that he seemed to not even know Danielle’s name, not a good sign.

She internally panicked, the words ‘So I can talk to you.’ nearly escaping her mouth. She couldn’t say that, even if she didn’t necessarily want to talk to him only because of Danielle. “San made me.” She settled with, earning a satisfied hum.

She struggled to find the words to focus on Danielle, carefully fidgeting with the strings. He wasn’t as cautious, tugging on it a bit too much. As she felt it loosening, she quickly grabbed it in a shock, getting a loud chuckle from Wooyoung. It didn’t attract any attention, drowned out by the noise of the party. He was tempted to keep pulling it, but he didn’t want to embarrass her like that and let her fix it. However, she still wasn’t safe from his teasing.

“Why won’t you get in?” Wooyoung asked, in that whiny voice he used when he was trying to annoy someone.

“Because, it’s too cold.” She said, her breath hitching as he suddenly crossed his arms, resting them on her knees.

“Come on, no it’s not..” He responded, suddenly wrapping his arms around her legs. He tugged her inside the pool, ignoring her yells. He pulled her completely in, even pulling her underneath and dumping their heads inside for a few seconds. San noticed the commotion and glanced at them with a smirk, knowing it was Wooyoung’s usual antics.

“You..” She breathed once above the water, his hands tucking her now messy and soaked braids behind her ears. She didn’t mind it being wet, she had plans on doing it the day after anyways.

Wooyoung was nearly laughing his ass off, melting away the attitude she tried to give. She couldn’t help but laugh with him as well. She cussed at him playfully, pushing him away. He kept his balance using her waist. “You’re so pretty..” He mumbled softly like it was nothing. She couldn’t hide her flushed face this time, his hands stopping hers from hiding her face.

He watched her laugh for a moment, before leaning in and placing a sudden kiss on her lips. Both of them went silent, her in shock, and him studying her reaction. He found no visible regret or disappointment, her face gaining a barely detectable tint of red.

He was nervous too, he didn’t know what got into him but he found himself hesitant leaning in again. He never felt that way when kissing a girl at a party.

He caught her lips with his, not moving until he felt her. No one knew other than Dani, but this was her first kiss. She had no idea what to do, and how to do it. However, referencing the few couples she walked in on at this party, she cupped his cheeks and lightly pressed her lips against his.

He took it slowly, noticing that she seemed new to this. He pulled her closer, tilting his head. It took him a lot of restraint not to get carried away. It usually took him a few seconds of talking to a girl before her back was on his bed, with him above her. He usually would have gotten to one by now, but he was here stealing the girl he swore to himself not to mess with’s first kiss.

Just as she got used to it, she thought about how excited she was to Danielle that she kissed Wooyoung. She kissed Wooyoung, Danielle’s crush.

She put her hands on his bare chest, lightly pushing him away. He noticed this and actually listened to it, pulling away. Not that he was didn’t like pulling away, but he was used to girls just feeling him up. He was more attentive to her, knowing what her intention was.

“What’s wrong?” He asked breathlessly. He saw how she rested her forehead on his chest, letting out a deep sigh. He cupped her head, knowing something was wrong.

“I.. I shouldn’t..” She mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Why?” He questioned, expecting it to be something about distractions during sports medicine. He usually wouldn’t pry if it was something more personal.

“Da-.. Someone else likes you.”

“Zuri, you do realize that-“ He started, finding that stupid. He could understand she hated being selfish, but too many people want him for her to care about that.

“No, it’s.. my friend..” She interrupted, correcting herself. He could finally understand where she was coming from.

“Oh. Well.. Do you like me though?” He asked, trying to find the words to say. He never experienced a situation where someone didn’t want him, but it felt necessary to make her want him for some reason. It was all so different, and wrong when it came to Zuri.

“Yes, obviously..” She mumbled, biting her lip. She could already guess what he was about to say.

“Just kiss me then. I’m only interested in you now, so even if you don’t want to it’s not like I’ll want to be with her.” He explained, his hands going back to their previous place on her waist.

“But.. I can’t do that to Danielle, she’s my best friend..” She mumbled mostly to herself, but he heard it. She didn’t even realize she said her name, which was what she wanted to avoid.

“Hey, you shouldn’t have to give up anything for her. She would be the dumb one if she let a guy like me ruin your friendship.” He said, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up so she would meet his eyes. He continued when she only stared at him, processing his words. “She’s dated tons of people, hasn’t she? She’ll be fine.”

He smiled seeing her face softening, the creases in her eyebrows and her frown fading away. She couldn’t help but give in, seeing how sincere he was about this. He looked serious for once, and he actually had a point. Danielle was always telling her that she would help her find a boyfriend, so she shouldn’t give it up the chance she did have for one. After years of yearning and feeling hurt and unloveable, she finally had the chance to feel loved.

She suddenly got a burst of confidence, connecting her lips back to his with a small kiss. He happily returned it, hugging her to his chest afterwards. “Thank you.” She mumbled.

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“Trust me Hongjoong. Go to Bukhansan. You’ll find her there.”

Hongjoong sat in the corner of a restaurant with his fellow idol friend, clad with hoodies and hats to avoid being seen.

He was having a dilemma about producing music for his group, ATEEZ. He usually had ideas trickling out of his brain in the dead of night, but for the past month the cogs haven't been moving as they should. His group had just gained traction after performing at one of the most successful music festivals, Coachella. He needed to release new music to keep the popularity, but he just couldn’t think of anything. Even after all the advice given by the one sitting in front of him, shoving fries in his mouth, nothing would work. He tried changing his environment, finding a new reward and motivation, but it was like his creativity was locked.

So, instead of letting him lose hope, Bangchan put the french fries down and decided to let him in on a secret. He had a trick, it was something that could never fail. It would help out a child prodigy, an elder who lost their spark, literally anyone. He would have to do a lot of work, but it was worth it.

One day, Bangchan took a trip to a national park, trying to catch a break from the exhausting life of an idol. He was trying out his own advice, a change of environment.

He passed by a gorgeous figure with angelic black wings on her back, who held an electric guitar. She seemed to be tuning the instrument, which had an intricate design of angel wings. He could infer this was an angel, and he decided to approach her as softly as possible. He had overheard a myth that some angels are nice, and one is even like a genie. He didn’t think anything of it, refusing to believe that an angel with black wings would be dumb enough to travel to Earth, where she’ll certainly be taken to a museum.

However, now that he had his own proof, it seemed that this myth was true. The angel sensed him approaching, she didn’t seem surprised at all, like humans near her was a normal thing. She figured he came for the same reason as the rest, and asked about what he wanted for his wish. She weighed his quest for how many chords she would need to play in order to call his wish to emerge from the depths of the earth.

Bangchan figured there would be no harm in it and did his quest, which wasn’t a lot — he just needed to help out a forest of fairies who’s home was being conquered by his own kind, humans.

After he helped them out and made some new friends, she took him to an apple tree. After eating a golden apple and listening to her enchanted guitar, he woke up in his studio with the next months’ schedule full of photo shoots for the concept of the comeback. He didn’t remember finalizing the songs he tried to produce, as he wasn’t finished, but he wasn’t upset with the result.

“Hm.. really?” Hongjoong asked, mouth full of the burger he was eating.

“Yeah, man. Just try it out, trust me.” Chan nodded, picking up his burger. It was almost cold because of how much he was speaking.

“Well.. I guess I could try. Even if I don’t find her, it’ll be that change of environment you’ve been telling me to find.” He murmured, taking sip from his drink. He watched Chan’s jaw pause its’ chewing, a puzzled expression on his face.

“There’s.. a pineapple.. in my burger.” Chan said dramatically, his Australian accent showing. Hongjoong laughed, watching his small breakdown while he took the buns off to remove the imposters.

“I didn’t even know they sold those here.”

On the way back to his dorm, Hongjoong passed by a few stores to buy some necessities he would need to go hiking. He let his members and his CEO know he would be out for a while, so that his schedule for the day could be cleared.

He walked along the trail of the mountain, looking down below at Seoul. He could see his company building if he looked hard enough. He felt the desire to go back, he had been hiking and searching for three hours already. He pondered, looking around at the view. As his head turned, he noticed a small structure in the distance.

He saw a small cave with a hole at the top, letting all the sun in and onto this small structure. It gave him a view what was inside, which looked like a girl with large, black wings on her back sitting under something white. Hongjoong knew who that was, and he immediately went over closer.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a white, circular gazebo, and she was sitting on the foundation under it, leaning against one of the poles. He couldn’t see her face, but he could see what looked like an electric guitar in her lap. Despite everything being white in the middle of a national park, everything was nice and clean. Vines resided on some parts of the gazebo, but it was all relatively clean with no dirt smudges or anything. He was amazed by that. Hongjoong had a member who felt the importance of cleanliness, he would be impressed too.

He finally made it on the ground and he stood, afraid to go closer. He didn’t want to startle the angel. He would prefer if she sensed him, and turned to him herself. The structure she sat on was surrounded by shallow water, with small black stones which led to it. He took two steps forward, stepping on those stones hesitantly.

As he got closer, he could see how pretty she really was. Chan wasn’t lying. Her soft, black curly hair which rested on her shoulders and back reminded him of the waves of the ocean. Her skin looked smooth and looked like caramel. The wings rooting from her back, going through her backless, long-sleeved, white top, were a beautiful raven black. He couldn’t see her front, but he could see the white ribbons wrapped around her legs and the short skirt she wore.

Her essence was pure and alluring, he felt himself being drawn towards her. He had never met a mystical creature like her, so it was a life-changing experience seeing her for the first time.

He cautiously made his way closer, as soon as his foot pressed down on the foundation of the gazebo, he heard her soft breathing hitch and he saw her lashes fluttering. He paused, not wanting to scare her too badly. She let out a deep breath, turning to face him and see who it was in her home.

She saw him, a young man, looking almost lovestruck with his lips parted and eyes wide and sparkling. She knew that look.

“What is it..?” She asked quietly, her voice soft and a bit raspy from her slumber. She knew he was here for a wish. That was the only reason she was ever visited.

He seemed to be struggling to breathe before he finally spoke. “U-Uhm.. I-I.. I’m Kim Hongjoong, I was wondering if.. um..”

“You want a wish. What is your desire? I’ll decide your quest based off of it.” She answered for him, standing. She had already had a plan in mind, regardless of what his request was. She finally turned to face him, crossing her arms. He started to kneel on one knee, feeling like he was talking to some divine goddess— but she stopped him with a simple word. She did require all the respect from him, but she wasn’t that type of divine being. She didn’t need anyone to kneel before her.

“I.. Uhm.. My group.. I need..” He stuttered, a feeling in his chest telling him he was embarrassing himself. But he wasn’t, it was the average reaction from a human. Actually, it was weird if they didn’t become a stuttering mess or have a breakdown seeing her. It was so common that she even constructed her own spell to calm the anxious nerves.

“Breathe.” She stopped him, playing a chord on her guitar. She tapped his chest, a small poke. He suddenly felt relieved, like all the weight on his shoulders had momentarily dissipated. He let out a deep breath and finally spoke, calmly.

“I.. I’m struggling with producing for my group. I have the basis for the songs, but I just can’t find a way to put it all together..” He grimaced at the thought of his dilemma.

“I see. So you’re another one of them, then.” She said, mostly to herself. She had all types of people coming to her about music, whether it was soloists, small artists, group members, or even western artists.

“So.. That means Chan really did come to you?” Hongjoong asked himself, curious if the angel would remember all of her companions who assisted her in numerous things in return of a wish.

“Who, the Australian with a larger nose?” She asked, receiving a nod from Hongjoong. “You know him? How did the album go?”

“It went great actually..” Hongjoong smiled, trailing off. “So what is it that you need me to do? I would like for my newest to be successful too.”

“Hmm.. It’s a surprise. But we will be traveling very far, out of the country.” She said, to his surprise. He knew he would have to do a lot to get that wish, but he was expecting it to be more local.

“How far, exactly?” He questioned, needed to know how much to bring.

“The-.. Actually, you humans call it Niagara Falls.” She hesitated, about to say what her and the other angels call it, but she realized he would be confused. He bit his lip. He knew how far that was, and he had always wanted to go there. Even so, he still had schedules that he couldn’t miss, and he would miss all of his group members for that short time he would leave.

“What exactly will I be doing..?” He asked, trying to negotiate with himself and decide on what he would do.

“Can’t tell you, until you agree. But once you do, you can’t escape.” She said, her voice sounding almost menacing at the end of her sentence. She held her hand out for him to grab, giving him a choice to make. Once he shook her hand, he was chained to her until she was satisfied with his work.

“I think..” He started, taking a deep breath and putting his hand out towards hers. He hesitated, thinking about it.

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