At nineteen, Hanbin decides he hates water. He hates the feeling of hopelessness that claws at his lungs when surrounded by oxygen they can't use. The irony of it is maddening. He's never liked irony, either. And when it turns up in the form of the pretty, new face in his friend group after his year away, well, he might hate that, too. Cross-posted on ao3: ☀archiveofourown.org/works/63031264☀

you can't call dibs, that's not how life works! social media+college! au

❝ gyu7ins this boy giving me feels and shit it pisses me off 05wook whipped. ❞ - 8 mess & 1 new kid added to their gc. !!rickycentric‼️ 50% chatfic | 50% story