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only thing that stands between me and going to bed is the entire internet that fits in the palm of my hand

"you sound smart" that's because i've spent years doing academic writing to the point that it's my default cadence plus or minus the use of profanity as a tone indicator

"you sound stupid" that's because i'm dumb as fuck

"i can't sleep."

you look away from your book to find a disheveled jihoon standing at the doorway. his eyes seem blood-shot red; his pajamas are crumpled; his hair points out in every direction, defying even the laws of physics and he holds a pillow in his hands.

you never imagined a day you'd see your roommate like this.

even with the initial shock, you keep the book aside and smile and beckon him over. he wordlessly wobbles over and climbs onto your bed. you pat your lap. he hesitates for a moment before gently laying his head on your lap. you immediately start to play with his hair.

"is there anything bothering you?" you ask him. you know he's a busy man — with his classes and music production, he barely even gets time to eat or sleep or stays home. opportunities like these should be seized, you know?

he still doesn't say anything, resorting to shaking his head into a 'no'. you continue to comb through his hair, removing any tangles you find.

"tell me about your day..." he starts out of nowhere. you hum as you remember all the events of the day.

"it was pretty much like usual, I guess. all the classes and stuff- oh! did you know? seungkwan spilled his americano today," you say in between giggles — the incident was way too comical.

"how?"

"it was soonyoung who spilled it. he was imitating seungkwan to a few of their juniors when kwan showed up behind him with his coffee. one elbow lift and baam, everything went flying. you know what's funny, kwan was wearing a white shirt," you start laughing again, tears threatening to escape. soonyoung's and seungkwan's shenanigans have always been your group's free entertainment. everyday was a new episode.

"don't go asking about this to kwan tho, he'll just end me..."

and that's when you notice a cute jihoon curled up into a ball, quiet snores escaping from him. a little string of drool at the corner of his lips. the sight is so endearing, you try to hold yourself back from capturing it.

but you end up taking it anyway. anything for a little blackmail material.

“There is a form of ancient Latin called Latinum Mortuorum, which can only be spoken in the past tense. You couldn’t say ‘I am alive’; only 'I was alive.’ It was spoken by children, often orphans. For them, the present, the future- these realms of time didn’t exist. Instead they spent their lives looking backward. In essence, living in the past.”

— Yvonne Woon, Dead Beautiful

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“Somehow, my soul knew your soul before we ever had the chance to meet.”

-Amanda Lovelace

jaemin carrying the weight of the dreamies on his shoulders

[6:37PM]

This was dangerous, and you knew it.

But that didn’t stop you from hiding between the shelves of the public library, swiftly moving between them as your eyes searched for the bandit not so far away. You did receive a few judgemental stares from other people in the library, but that didn’t matter much to you. You just didn’t want to get caught.

Praying that you won’t be noticed, you decided to make a run for it, making your quick steps quiet as you dashed towards the children’s area. You doubt he’d be able to find you here considering he’d probably be too focused on finding other people like you hiding in the main area.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, eyes frantically looking around for the person you were avoiding. Instead, all you saw was children playing with the toys the library provided while their parents searched through the tiny shelves for children’s books.

With a relieved sigh, you decided to relax, sitting down with your back against the wall. You closed your eyes to rest your mind for a bit, taking in deep breaths to reduce some of your anxiety.

Then, at the sound of sudden footsteps coming your way, your eyes shot open, hoping that those footsteps didn’t belong to the person you were hiding from.

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your position to find your boyfriend instead, watching him laugh at the sight of you hiding in the children’s section.

“Jaemin!” you whisper screamed, immediately reaching up to grab his arm, pulling him down with you. “Don’t be too loud,” you scolded.

“Woah there, tiger. We won’t get caught here.”

“You’re hiding here too?”

He nodded, keeping close to you as he peeked over the shelf in front of you both, trying to see if Renjun was near. “I’m sure we’re safe. I think he’s too focused on finding Jisung.”

You giggled at his remark, finally feeling at ease with someone by your side; that someone being the person you love oh so much. He looked at you with the brightest smile and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. “I got you now, don’t worry,” he reassured, holding you close against his chest.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” You whispered, leaning your head on top of his shoulder.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

His words made your heart drop, confused as to the sudden change in mood. “What?”

It didn’t take long for him to detach himself from you, cupping your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours.

You weren’t opposed to the affection, but his words earlier left you confused, pushing him away not so long afterwards.

“Jaemin, what the fuck did you mean by y-”

“You’re it.”

Your words stop short, watching the corners of his lips turn up into a shit eating grin.

“Wait, isn’t Renjun the tagge-”

“Gotta go, Y/N!”

“...”

this son of a bitch.