Teach Or Be Taught

candy jar -- ldh.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: enemies to lovers?? yeah?? with some fluff?

warnings: swearing. so if you’re not into that,,,sad times :(

word count: 5.8k

a/n: in case u didn’t know this is based off the netflix film candy jar!! i got real inspired by it!!

also this is my first fic on this blog so like. please be nice sksk

“Look at him. Look at that smug look on his smug face,” you grumble under your breath, eyes shooting daggers at the boy currently sitting across from you. Ever since kindergarten, you and Lee Donghyuck (or Haechan, as he preferred to be called) have had a vendetta, of sorts.

It all started when he upstaged your speech on butterflies (which was very well written, if you said so yourself) back in kindergarten by singing a song about bees, bees, of all things! He even smiled at you as he did it. Since then, it seemed as though he’d made it his life’s mission to beat you at absolutely everything. You’d had a passion for debate as soon as you’d entered high school, and, lo and behold, your lifetime enemy had a passion for debate too. Now juniors, the both of you admittedly put a little less time into arguing with each other,and more into your studies, but after the previous captain of debate club had graduated last year, a kind upperclassman named Mark, the two of you were the top (and only willing) candidates to take his place. Your constant arguments about who should take over had resulted in the two of you currently being forced to spend some time in the counselor’s office.

“I don’t think you understand, Miss Johnson. I’m clearly more level headed and responsible than him, so I deserve the title of captain, obviously-”

“Obviously? Obviously a four time state qualifier like me deserves the title, and, when you consider the numerous contributions my parents have made to the debate club-”

“Here we go again, Donghyuck, always using your precious rich kid privilege to get what you want. Can’t you ever work for something you want like the rest of us?”

“If by ‘the rest of us’ you mean the likes of peasants, like you, then the answer is most definitely a solid no-”

“Oh my God, you’re so annoying!” You say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“See? This is why I can’t work with her. How do you expect us to co-captain when she’s like this?”

Eyes narrowed, glaring at him, you snarl. “When I’m like what, Donghyuck?”

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[11.28 a.m.] “Y/N, I wanna arm wrestle with you!” Your classmate Jaemin says, pouting cutely.

“No,” you say firmly. You’re fully aware that beneath his lanky, unassuming exterior, Jaemin’s absolutely ripped and he’s more than capable of crushing you within an instant. 

“Please,” Jaemin begs, widening his doe eyes; a lethal blow to your frail heart indeed. “Just once! I’m really weak.” 

Bullshit. You roll your eyes and set your elbow on the table, holding out your hand to him in reluctant compliance. Jaemin breaks out into a wide grin and wraps his hand around yours. 

“Okay, start,” he says, and you channel every ounce of your strength, pushing Jaemin’s hand down hard towards the table. To your surprise, he barely makes any effort to resist, and his knuckles almost graze the table when he suddenly snaps out of it. With a flex of his muscle, he pushes your hand away from the table, and the tussle begins. 

You realize that you’re both caught in a deadlock, fists held in midair. This is puzzling. You know that Jaemin could easily defeat you if he wanted to, and when you raise your eyes from your hands to his face, you realize that he’s staring straight at you, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“Na Jaemin, what are you doing? You’re not being serious at all. I don’t wanna play anymore,” you exclaim with an annoyed huff, tearing your hand away from his. 

“Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry! I just…” he trails off as you get up from your seat, just as your friend Jeno beckons you over. 

“I just wanted to hold your hand,” Jaemin mumbles to himself quietly, heart heavy with the weight of hidden feelings and an unspoken confession.

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Maternity kits, medical threads and scissors, water testing kits, anesthetics, mobile desalination units, etc do you see the pattern? Israel is not only starving the people of Gaza but it also wants to ensure the spread of disease through contaminated water and surgical tools, as well as ensuring injured Palestinians suffer through horrendous pain.

It's beyond sickening.

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Requested: Mark x reader

Drabble: “I have, sort of, feelings for you.”

Genre: bestie crushin on a bestie😋💕

Another dreaded “holiday” had arrived where you, once again, get questioned or feel weird about not having a boyfriend. Super annoying and a little sad but you weren’t going to let it get to you. It was a nice sunny day which automatically gave you a positive vibe to start your day. The smile began to spread on your face as you moved about your home, watering you flowers and plants and making your tea/coffee. Soon a knock on door caught your attention, making you move to open the door. There you found a letter with a dried flower attached to it. Well this was unexpected and...weird? You carefully picked up the item, examining it before deeming it safe. There a familiar handwriting met your eyes again making you smile bright.

‘Hello my beautiful flower. I hope this isn’t too weird but to make this day special for you, a secret admirer is waiting. Please meet me in the field as soon as you get this.’

“You crazy, sweet boy.” You whispered to yourself before quickly freshening up and meeting your ‘admirer’. There the scene took your breath away. The golden sun shared its rays and warmed your skin, a gentle breeze blew through the air and between the flowers...and a handsome boy who you were all too familiar with stood in the middle of the field; flowers in hand and his nervous walk.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mark quickly jerked his head towards the sound of your voice making his heart beat speed up even more. You looked like a princess in the flowers as you walked towards him, his goofy smile smile started to spread upon his face. Gosh you were so beautiful, what was he going to do with himself if you actually accept his feelings he was about to spill soon.

“I could say the same for you...I uh, gathered? Is that the word? Anyways I made you another bouquet for you so I hope you like em.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his cute antics. You thanked him by leaving a peck on his cheek, still staying close to him as you could feel the warmth and love radiate off of him.

“So you’re my admirer huh?”

“Uh yeah...I uh- I have, sort of, feelings for you. If you couldn’t tell.” You both laughed now as in a weird way your feelings for each other were being uncovered. Soon you felt his hand slide into your hand, gently tugging you closer to him.

“I hope you’re not disappointed...”

“Mark Lee you could never disappoint me. And i was hoping this day would come soon.” Mark’s heart melted from your response and he finally pulled you into his arms to hold you in the middle of the field. He felt you snuggle your face into his neck, no way was it weird or uncomfortable because the love that radiated between you two was always there. He was sunshine on a rainy day, the hint of water for your flower, just pure love. It was a blooming Valentine’s Day with your admirer.

a/n: requested by a moonie! Thank you for sending this in and I hope you like it! It was a warm sunny day today so I got great inspo☺️

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oh, so oblivious!

In which you and Yangyang are ever so oblivious about your feelings towards each other, but worry not, the Liu family comes to your rescue!

♦ Characters: best friend’s little brother!Yangyang x reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, uni au

♦ Words: 3.9k

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the loveliest best friend one could ask for, the one who’s in denial about the younger biases until she can’t take it aka @lily-blue​! Hope you have the best birthday ever! Stay healthy, happy and wishing you lots of joy, luck, happiness, many more biases and kdramas that we can watch together! Love you to the Moon and back! 💖

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: if we were in a drama | pjs

summary | as always, you and your friend, jisung, plan a sleepover to begin a new drama together. and, as always, you have to pause halfway through the second episode so you can go through your new-drama-ritual.

genre | park jisung x reader, friends-but-not-friends in the romantic way, fluff

wc | 1.1k

a/n: rn i’m really into the whole you’re more than friends but not dating trope…also does anyone else do this when they watch dramas

GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, you were sure Jisung would kill you right now. He would rip your phone out of your hands, throw it against the wall, and push you off his seventh-story balcony.

“Googling it spoils it for me too, you know!” he exclaimed, reaching for your phone as best he could. You jerked your hand back, rolling over onto your stomach and half-dangling off the bed. With a sigh, he gave up on his conquest, but that didn’t cease his complaining. “I mean, come on, who googles the first-kiss episode every single time they watch a drama?”

“Me, I do,” you said, frantically typing ‘when do they kiss’ into the search bar, followed by the name of the drama. Instantly, several YouTube videos and articles popped up, each with ‘kiss scene’ in the title. “Aha! Episode—”

“Shut up!” Jisung exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a tug, you were sitting up on the bed again, pressed up against his chest. You mumbled a string of incoherencies, wrenching yourself from his grasp and turning to face him.

“I don’t see your issue. I mean, it’s not like the kiss episode spoils the plot or anything, so why lose your mind? It’s setting a precedent, a goal to achieve before we stop watching and go to bed,” you argued, frowning. He gave you an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes. You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Plus, the timing of the kiss scene is important. I mean, nobody wants to see one two episodes in, but nobody wants to wait for ten episodes. Right?”

“Right, okay, but wouldn’t you rather be surprised?”

“No, because I’ll be disappointed when the perfect-kiss-threshold passes and no kissing has happened yet. I need to know if this’ll be worth my time.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the perfect-kiss-threshold?”

“End of episode six to episode eight, obviously. Any earlier and things are no fun, and any later and things are boring,” you replied, talking as if this was some sort of scholarly information and that everybody should know your opinions on the pacing of dramas.

Jisung stared at you for a moment, a small smile forming on his face. His cheeks began to tinge a red color, and his ears were bright red, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for his goal.

“So, if we were in a drama, when would our kiss scene be?”

Ignoring the implications of the question, mostly for the sake of avoiding melting into a puddle of lovey-dovey-ness, you took it more seriously and genuinely contemplated it.

“Well, assuming you’d ever measure up to be the main male lead,” you mused, tapping your chin a couple of times. “I think we’d pass the threshold. God, we probably wouldn’t kiss until, like, eleven or twelve. We’d have a terribly boring drama.”

Jisung seemed appalled at your answer, maybe even a bit offended. “Seriously? What gives you that impression?”

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “I mean, look at our relationship now.”

“What about it?”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve done just about every couple thing other than kiss. We go grocery shopping together, we hold hands whenever we walk anywhere together, we watch dramas and cuddle up together for hours at a time. We’d be the drama couple that goes fast but doesn’t want to admit it. The type to act like a married couple before we even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend.”

God, you wished you could keep your mouth shut. The moment you finished your tangent, you could feel your cheeks burning up, and you could see Jisung blushing even worse than before. He reached up and scratched his neck as if he was unsure how to respond to your slightly-too-real analysis of your relationship.

He shuffled around on the bed, returning to his position under the covers with his back against pillows propped up by the headboard. You stared at him for a second, loathing the silence between you before you did the same, feeling a sudden awkwardness with being near him.

“I mean, did you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend? Because, like, I’m not opposed, but…”

“I dunno, it’s kinda fun just being us, labelless and happy. Right? A couple of friends, pretending like they do normal friend things on a daily basis.”

Jisung slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling up against his side and feeling comfortable in his warmth. “I mean, a kiss carries a lot of meaning. A lot of commitment.”

“No, you’re right. We’d have to be, like, really sure if we were gonna go that far,” Jisung agreed, flinching slightly when you wrapped your hands around his waist. There was something nice about not being in a relationship but still being romantically involved with one another. Especially since you were tied up in the same friend group and would be teased to high heaven if things became official.

It made you happy, being with him and living in the moment. Never rushing, never going too fast, just being wrapped up in your togetherness.

“I think we’d make a bad drama,” you finally said, focusing on the soft-yet-nervous pattern of Jisung’s breathing. “It’d be too indecisive and slow.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” he agreed, picking up the remote that he’d put down on his bedside table. “So, what episode do they kiss?”

“Seven. Right in the middle of the threshold,” you said, a deep sense of satisfaction pooling in your stomach. You could’ve giggled out of happiness for your current situation if you were brave enough. “I think we could make it by three in the morning if we played our cards right. It’s, what, 10? Yeah, three in the morning.”

“Is that factoring in differing episode lengths?”

“No, just rough estimates.”

“Well, let’s promise that we’ll go to sleep at three,” he suggested, leaning his head atop your own. “And we’ll forget about this ever happening. Deal?”

“Absolute deal.”

Jisung pressed play on the episode, but you weren’t lost on him turning his head ever-so-slightly, planting a small kiss on your forehead to signify just a little bit of commitment. To plant a little hope that, one day, you’ll reach your episode twelve and take the full leap. But, for now, you’d watch your drama and be happy as “friends.”

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