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Sent to the Wrong Person - jungkook
“uhh…thanks but these are not the pics im waiting for” — Mingyu (your fwb) “oh fuck” — Jungkook (your university teacher)
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Tom Kaulitz
The new boy Tom Kaulitz had perfected the art of going unnoticed. He sat in the back of the classroom with his glasses slipping down his nose, a book open on his desk long before the teacher arrived, and answered questions in a voice so quiet people had to lean in to hear him. Girls liked him anyway. They whispered about how smart he was, volunteered to be his lab partner, and found increasingly ridiculous reasons to ask for help with homework, but Tom only offered shy smiles before retreating back into the safety of his own thoughts. Then, on an ordinary Tuesday morning, she walked into class. He looked up for all of two seconds before forgetting how to breathe. There was something almost ethereal about her—like moonlight caught in human form—and suddenly the boy who could solve impossible equations without blinking couldn’t remember how to sit normally in his chair. Still, he adjusted his glasses, lowered his eyes back to the page he’d stopped reading entirely, and tried his hardest to act as though the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen hadn’t just walked into his life.
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Tom Kaulitz
Tom Kaulitz never folded for anybody—not for fear, not for pain, not for anything that even remotely resembled feeling. He kept his life controlled, distant, built around exits and silence, until one night a meeting ended early and he took a side street home just to avoid the city noise. That was where he saw her: a girl sitting on the hood of a car with a flat tire, looking more annoyed than worried, kicking it lightly like it had personally betrayed her. When she noticed him, she didn’t hesitate or tense up—she just tilted her head and said, “You look like you know how to fix this,” like he was a certainty instead of a stranger. He should’ve kept walking, but he didn’t. He fixed the tire, listened to her talk more than he answered, and left before she could turn it into anything more than a moment. It should’ve ended there, but it didn’t; because after that night, every time he passed that street, his eyes drifted to the exact spot where she’d been like something in him was quietly, stubbornly waiting—and the worst part was how quickly that waiting stopped feeling accidental.
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Wrong window | Steve Harrington
When Steve Harrington climbs through the wrong window, he’s caught completely off guard by you, frozen by how stunning you look in the moonlight. One late night in Hawkins turns into charged glances, flustered smiles, and the unmistakable feeling that this accident just changed everything.
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Tom Kaulitz
Tom Kaulitz transferred in on a scholarship halfway through the season, and I only knew that because my dad mentioned it once over dinner like it was the most important thing in the world; I didn’t go to practices, didn’t sit in the stands, didn’t get involved with the team at all—that was his world, not mine—so I had no reason to care about some new player everyone else suddenly couldn’t stop talking about, but a few days later I ended up walking past the field on my way home and caught a glimpse of someone I didn’t recognize, moving like he’d been there all along, easy and confident, and even though I looked away before he could notice me, something about him stuck in my head longer than it should have.
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Tom Kaulitz
Working in an old people’s home wasn’t where I imagined I’d end up in my twenties, but somewhere between the early morning tea rounds and the endless stories from another lifetime, it started to feel like home. Out of everyone there, I spent most of my time with Tom Kaulitz’s grandmother. She was sharp-witted, stubborn, and somehow always managed to know everyone’s business before the staff did. Over the months, she’d made it her personal mission to convince me that I was exactly the kind of girl her grandson needed, bringing him up in almost every conversation and ignoring my embarrassed protests with a wave of her hand and a knowing smile.
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You and Geum Seong-je are not dating. Not even remotely. At least, that’s what you both insist whenever somebody points out the painfully obvious fact that Seong-je behaves like you’re his girlfriend. Because he does. Shamelessly. Blatantly. With absolutely zero embarrassment about it.
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