(𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾😭)

𝖻𝗍𝗐! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋!

ORANGE JUICE
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this fic does use fem terms.

𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 :) 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

𝗉𝗈𝖼!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

but anyone can read, im not gonna stop you.
it just mentions reader being bullied with racism
but you can always imagine it be for another reason...

⋆ ࣪. SOMEWHERE FIVE YEARS AGO IN DAEGU sat two teenagers on a swing-set with peelings and slices of fruits in their sticky palms. The two teenagers were skipping their Senior classes in a small park in the southern area of Daegu without a care in the world.

Intak was meekly keeping his hands as a bowl as you dump yet another peel into his palm, finishing up your second orange of the morning. He scrunches his nose and raises his head to see you shoving a second slice into your mouth "I'm going to throw these somewhere, it's starting to stink"

"Shh, keep your hands still" you grumble and pull another orange from your pocket. He rolls his eyes and diverts his focus into a stray cat that passes through a crosswalk— it almost looks like the humans that it trots along with due to its perfect timing of the red light.

The chains of your swings suddenly creak alive as you turn yourself to Intak, using your feet to pin yourself in the position. "Tak" he hums and turns to you, one of his soft cheeks is rounded with the half smile that he gave you. You squint at him and offer the fruit, pressing it into his already filled palms. "Oh now you care about me starving"

You make high-pitched sounds to mock his complaining "I'm tired of eating them"

He warily eyed your scowling expression before dropping the peelings on the mulch by his feet. It's amusing to see him eagerly roll the orange in his palms— but a smile doesn't reach your face. A familiar souring memory is still fresh and apparent in your mind. There's a harsh sigh from your nose as you pick your feet up and let the swing jerk back into its normal place.

Something terrible happened to you last Thursday morning. Everyone told you to just forget about it and to let it go but it was hard when you knew that everyone was thinking the same thing. The vision replays in your head like a broken record as you once again— see yourself crying in the middle of the hallway with everyone just staring as if you were an animal.

A boy by the name of Song Chanwoo was so obviously racist towards you any time he was able to catch you. It was a constant cycle of skipping Chemistry just to avoid yet another occurrence of embarrassment by him and his crew. For a long time, Intak didn't notice how different you were acting until you stopped asking him to skip class with you.

He figured you just wanted to be alone for a while but then it got out of hand— so he says. He didn't like seeing you sit alone at lunch after pushing him away for whatever unknown reason.

The sound of Chanwoo calling you all of those foul words never failed to make you angry. Every day it was something new, rather it is a new insult or a new lie to spread around the school— doesn't matter. Everyone has a breaking point and yours just so happened to snap when you were walking to school with your high school sweetheart, Intak. He probably will never forget the sight of you suddenly breaking out into a frustrated cry in the middle of the sidewalk.

"They always fuck with me —and I just hate being here because of it" Intak bristles and grabs your shoulders, gently trying to sush you. It doesn't do anything but anger you further.

"No! I can't be quiet. I don't wanna go to school and I would rather fucking die than to deal with this shit for another year" you ramble and swear as he sympathetically wiped your tears.

"Who? Who are you talking about babe?" he tries to hide the anger in his voice as you try calming yourself before hyperventilation began. He does his best to help you calm down until you finally catch your breath, covering your face at the embarrassment of other teenagers passing by the go to school.

"Fucking Chanwoo. He's in my chemistry class, Intak" he says "alright" and pulled you into his arm, wiping your cheeks. "Don't cry, please..." he frowns as his emotions began to get the best of him.

And at the end of the school day, 8 hours later— there he was, slamming his fist into Chanwoo's nose in the middle of the schoolyard. Bystanders are either watching with their jaws on the floor or screaming for them to stop. After receiving word from a friend, you hurried and did your best to shove through the crowd.

"Intak! Stop it! Stop hitting him!" you finally push through the crowd to see Chanwoo kicking your boyfriend off of him, nose and mouth totally covered in blood as Intak scowls at him. He doesn't look like himself as the two share a heated stare-down, probably in their own world of anger and rage.

Your eyes go from Chanwoo's face— to Intak's bloody fist that remained balled next to his sides. The red hue smeared on his khakis, progressively making him look even scarier than he already did. "Leave her alone, and I won't break your nose again. Leave her alone... and I won't fucking murder you" he seethes and grabs his bag, stomping toward you.

He takes your hand in his clean one, already pulling you out of the crowd "Tak—" he shakes his head "it's fine y/n. im alright" you're unsure but nod anyway. Everyone knows that Hwang Intak was a sweetheart but they were now probably scarred for life after seeing him turn into a mad man out of nowhere.

The fight ultimately ended in Intak being suspended for a month but he didn't seem to care as much as you did, and the enjoyment of his time off was evident in his face and clothes. He never wears pajamas outside but today, he was acting brand new. Maybe he was happy that your parents had allowed him to spend a night with you for once.

The boy that you were thinking of suddenly took you away from your chaotic mind process, gently pinching your cheek in concern.
"You here?"

You pucker your lips and shrug, now grabbing the chains of the swing as you kick mulch with the tip of your feet "I still feel bad about you being suspended"

"Y/N" he huffs but you wave him off, already knowing what he's going to say. He keeps telling you that it's okay and that it was his choice to do it despite knowing the consequences of publicly beating someone's ass. "Yea I know, but I still wish I would've done something about it"

"Uh-huh. Still would've kicked his ass"
"Intak."
"I'm serious. I would've found out one way or another anyway. He shouldn't have been messing with you" you blankly watch him pick at the orange as he goes on a small rant— "you're insane"

"and you love it" he gives you a dorky smile before turning back to the orange and giving it another tryhard attempt at finding a hole. One of the cutest things about your boyfriend was the way he couldn't do simple things while exceeding in the more complicated ones. He couldn't jump rope, he couldn't peel an orange, and he definitely couldn't wink whenever he tried flirting with you.

"Need help?" you tease, reaching out a hand that he jerks away from. He peaks at you from under his jacket's hood, his eyes show a bit of mischief as he keeps himself turned away "I got it"

You smirk and give him a hum, watching him chuckle and turn back to the orange. He makes a couple of pained noises as you just stared with your lips tucked in. "I'll peel your orange baby"

"You're so cocky about it"
"I don't exactly struggle in the range of fruit peeling"

He rolls his eyes and turns to you, surveying you for a moment. You tilt your head and do a little finger wave with your outstretched palm, coaxing him to put the orange in your hand. But instead of doing so, he nods his head to the right.

"What?"
"Come here"
"For?" there's a bit of amusement behind the way you squint at him and jerk your head back. In the distance, there are the sounds of kids playing on the park's toys along with the sounds of cars screeching against the street pavement.

He smirks at you and shrugs "You gotta give me a kiss first" Intak does a flirty eyebrow wave when you hop off of the swing. He thinks that you're going to oblige but you don't, chuckling when you speak "You think I won't take it from you?"

His eyes dart to the orange before slowly landing back on your soft face "You wouldn't do that" he hides the fruit against his side, hiding it from your view. OBVIOUSLY, you would take the orange away from him but, maybe not this time. Intak was far too adorable and lovable to reject.

It's done cheekily but Intak smiles and offers you a cheek that you wholly accept. You grab his chin a press a loving kiss on his cheek but you don't kill his fun too early. A goofy laugh erupted from your boyfriend as you press more kisses on nearly every inch of his face. You're suppressing your laughs at the dramatics of his volume as curious children run past, eyes blown wide and alive.

"Muah!" you free him of your kisses just to palm his cheeks after.

"See. just a simple kiss can get you started" his cheeks are rosy and warm underneath your palm. How could a boy like this bloody the face of someone that he didn't even know? There's no telling but something tells you that his feelings for you made him a different person sometimes. Intak is and will always be your first love.

              "You're so weird, Intak"

He pulls you into a chaste and sweet kiss before letting you go and simultaneously putting the orange in your hoodie pocket.

"but I know you'll miss me anyway, won't you?"
he sadly smiles at you. Missing him will be an understatement. You didn't know how long you'll be gone but you knew that things would be different no matter what. You didn't want to have to go back to America for a couple of years but it was necessary. You didn't have any relatives here except for your parents so you couldn't stay.

"Of course, I'll miss you. More than anything"

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BLAH BLAH BLAH IDK
IM THINKING BUT IDK YET!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
im not happy with this so imma write another one😭 brb