✧ University au
✧ Ex partners au
✧ The type of person who wants to make up, but doesn't get the chance
✧ I'm sorry...I know I should've apologized earlier but-
But you didn't...did you?
✧ 1st book of the F5 series
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Antinitonny
Hey
What
That response was so dry just now :(
Ok what maybe the matter your royal highness?
Better ❤️ I'm bored Wanna hangout?
I mean sure im free rn
Ok so where do you wanna go?
That's the thing I don't wanna go out :(
Should I come over to urs then?
Sure that works Jihyes not home so I am pretty lonely
Ok then gimme 30 mins I'll be there
Seen just now
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Fifteen minutes later, my door bell rang.
I didnt even need to look through the peephole to see who he was. Anton was standing at my doorstep, wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, holding two packets in both hands.
"Good morning," he said like he hadn't just showed up with a grin that could instantly hamper my ability to think.
I stared at the packets in his hands. "You didn’t."
"Chicken and tteokbokki." I raised both bags in his hands, "thought you'd be hungry. Plus, I didn't wanna come empty handed anyway."
I stepped aside to let him in. "You got here pretty quickly."
"I may or may not have jogged the last block," he admitted, slipping his shoes off. "Motivation was high."
"Was the motivation me or the food getting cold?"
He grinned. "Both."
We headed upstairs after i grabbed plates, the packets rustling softly with every step. I unlocked my room and pushed the door open, instantly aware of how quiet the house felt without Jihye around.
"Welcome to my humble residence," I said, gesturing dramatically.
He looked around, genuinely curious, like he was taking everything in. "It feels very you."
"That is either a compliment or an insult."
He walked around for a bit before dropping the food on my table and settling on the corner of my bed. "I'll leave that to you to figure out."
"Oh fuck you." "I love you too."
My eyes stopped at him. He was sitting there like he belonged in my room, hoodie sleeves pushed up just enough to show his wrists, hair slightly messy from the jog over. The gloomy daylight slipped in through the window and softened everything about him, catching on his lashes, outlining his face in this quiet, gentle way that made my chest ache a little. He looked relaxed. Comfortable. Pretty in a way that wasn’t loud or obvious, but the kind that sneaks up on you when you’re not ready. The kind that makes you forget what you were about to say.
