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SPIKE! shot

前田陸 smau

volleyball player!riku x psych major fem!reader

whereas—! riku, a student-athlete, is partnered with y/n for a research project. at first, it was frustrating for the both of them, practically no time to meet up for their project. riku choosing his volleyball practices over their scheduled meet ups, standing y/n up over and over again. then, SPIKE! an accident hit finally gets him to work on the research, and he probably doesn’t regret it. what is love!!!! srsly!!!

genre: college au, smau, written au, slowburn, acquaintances to lovers

contains&warnings: cursing, romance, fluff, angst, alcohol intake, sex jokes, innuendos, more weird jokes, hella cracked (ig), sfw, pining and pining and pining....

fts!! : jisung of nct dream, yusion of nct wish, sungchan of riize, ningning of aespa (and more!)

date ¡! 07.15.25 - 08.20.25

status :: completed

mememememe: idk if this is a smau or just au HELP ME. i just made this bc i have so much time to kill, n for self indulgence, i love riku. i go i go i shoot the shot and roll i go i go i shoot the shot and roll. the title is inspired by dunk shot (my goated song)

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profiles:

NON-nugus 😛 // onriyu GODS (and goddess)

00. in the beninging (half written)

01. am i cooked 🔥

02. dudududududu babababababa

03. ouhhhh the mlm r fighting...

04. she really bites does she

05. SPIKE!!! (half written)

06. they know i exist….

07. tell me im a man

08. A WIN IS A WIN 🙌

09. yeah i noticed

10. do u drink micellar water

11. ??? (half written)

12. fren!!!

13. KKYUU!!

14. oh boy. (written)

15. uhoh hubby crashing out

16. really?

17. am i in L word?

18. dumb and dumber (half written)

19. birds and the bees

20. jinxed

21. #TheNeoWay

22. rewind (written)

23. what is normal

24. questions and questions

25. bs is bs-ing

26. defended

27. friendship

28. UNITED GANG ✊

29. the zoo (written)

30. mission possible

31. setting elsehwhere

32. hit me with a volleyball again

bonus

one date is all it takes

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[neotoru-main]

jealous little cat . tokuno yushi

a oneshot where yushi gets jealous of how close you are with riku

w.c 1.3k

tags tokuno yushi x reader , fluff , jealousy , established relationship

note hellooo short fluffy one thats been sitting in my drafts to end the year :3 also thankyou all for 200 followers, i appreciate all of the support soo much !! im slowly getting around to the anon reqs in my inbox, so i hope to post those soon ! <3

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You were mindlessly flicking through TV channels, still tired from waking up, curled up into the corner of the couch under a weighted blanket. The dorm was silent apart from the buzz of the TV. Daeyoung and Riku were still asleep, and your boyfriend, Yushi, had gone out before you woke up to get the two of you coffee and breakfast.

Before you could settle on a show to watch, you heard the click of a bedroom door and the faint shuffle of footsteps, followed by the hum of the bathroom lights turning on. You wondered which member had just woken up.

You weren’t left wondering for too long, as, a few minutes later, you saw a sleepy, bed-headed Riku walk through the living room door. He wore a fluffy, black nightgown and cat slippers. Smiling, you patted the space next to you, inviting him to sit with you.

Bar Yushi, you were the closest to Riku out of the Wish members. He was your friend long before he even became a trainee, and was the person who introduced you to his members. He’d also been your biggest cheerleader when it came to confessing to Yushi, practically on his knees, celebrating when you finally did.

Riku flopped onto the sofa next to you, sighing dramatically before resting his head on your shoulder. 

“How do you two wake up so early? I’m dying here,” he yawned, stealing the remote and switching to Netflix.

“No one told you to wake up,” you teased, flicking his forehead gently, and he clutched it like you’d mortally wounded him. “Why didn’t you sleep in?”

“I’m so hungry,” he groaned, throwing his head back. 

As if in sympathy, your own stomach grumbled loudly. When was Yushi going to get back? Then an idea struck. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and dialled your boyfriend’s number. 

Ring, ring—

It barely rang once before being put through. 

“Hey, baby. Everything okay?” Yushi’s voice was warm, easy. 

“Yeah, all good! I was just wondering if you could pick up some breakfast for Daeyoung, too?” 

Riku’s head snapped to face you at that, mouthing ‘What about me?!’ with an incredulous look plastered on his face. You laughed, nodding at him, “And Ri, too, if you will?”

“Of course, I’ll be on my way back in 10.” 

You couldn’t help but grin at the generosity of your boyfriend. You knew he’d been hoping for a quiet morning with you, but he never complained about sharing you with the members. He loved that they loved you too—almost as much as he did. 

Riku threw his arms up in victory. “Thank you, God!”

“Hey,” you laughed, shoving his arm. “It’s me you should be thanking!”

***

Twenty minutes later, Riku had fallen asleep next to you, snoring lightly. You giggled at how easy it was for him to doze off, but knew he deserved sleep after long days with full schedules. Looking down at your stomach, you wondered how far away Yushi was. 

As if he had heard your silent prayers, you could hear the sound of keys jingling in the front door. You would have got up to help your boyfriend unpack, but you didn’t want to disturb your sleeping best friend next to you. 

Yushi entered quietly, arms spilling over with takeout bags and coffee trays. He set everything down on the kitchen counter, his jaw a little tighter than usual. 

“Ushi,” you whispered, “thank you for bringing these, you’re the best.”

But he didn’t respond. Maybe you were just too quiet; he probably didn’t hear you. Yet, he had a small scowl on his face that turned the tide of your emotions. You suddenly felt as if Riku was far too close to you, and you pushed yourself up to go and greet your boyfriend. Riku stirred in his sleep, but ultimately didn’t wake up. 

You slid your arms around Yushi’s waist, resting your head against his back. He was still slightly cold from the walk outside, his t-shirt cool against your forehead. He stiffened underneath your touch, unmoving and rigid. Silently, he grabbed a plate and placed all of the food onto it—a blueberry muffin, some croissants, small pieces of bread—and your stomach growled in anguish once more. 

“Baby…” You moved next to him and tried to read his face. “What’s wrong?” 

You knew something was up because his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his lips pressed into a thin line. Yet, he didn’t let up. 

“It’s unlike you to let a frown ruin that pretty face of yours, Yushi,” you brushed his cheek with your fingers. "Tell me what’s up.”

“My pretty face or Riku’s pretty face?” He mumbled under his breath. You could just about make out what he was saying. 

You blinked, then stifled a laugh. “Wait, what?” 

But he didn’t move, nor say anything, just continued to arrange the breakfast. You grabbed his broad shoulders and turned him to face you. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, Yushi? Or will you just say nothing and leave me to guess what I’ve done wrong?” You pleaded with him. 

He sighed, his breath slightly shaky and uneven. “If you would rather spend time with Riku, just tell me that…” he whispered, voice even quieter than before. 

“What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Why was he suddenly acting like this? He never had an issue with you and Riku being friends before. You looked over at your boyfriend, whose ears were blushing bright red. He was biting down on his bottom lip and focusing intently on his hands, fidgeting nervously.

He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks dusting pink. “You two looked really… comfortable. He was all over you.” His voice was shaky, uneven. 

Your irritation instantly dissolved into affection. “Oh, Ushi…” You stepped closer to him and ran one hand down his arm until your fingers found his, the other cupping his face and guiding him to look at you. His eyes were glossy, refusing to make contact with yours. “Are you jealous?” 

His ears flushed bright red. “I’m not jealous,” he muttered, which was exactly what someone jealous would say.

You couldn’t help it—you giggled quietly, tugging him closer. “You’re adorable.”

He pouted harder. “I’m serious. Sometimes it feels like you and Riku have this whole world that I can’t really be part of.”

To you, his words sounded impossibly insane. And you decided to relay your thoughts to him. 

You cupped his cheeks gently, thumbs brushing the faint tear he tried to hide. “Baby, listen to me. Riku’s my friend. You’re my home. You’re the one I wake up thinking about, and the one I fall asleep missing. I love you.”

Yushi’s breath caught, eyes flicking up to yours. “Really?” he whispered, voice trembling just a little.

“Really,” you smiled, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. His surprise melted quickly into a grin as he kissed you back; it was warm and soft and Yushi. 

When you finally broke apart, he pressed your forehead against his. “I love you, too. Sorry for being irrational.”

You pinched his cheek, which was tinged pink. “Don’t apologise,” you brought his hand to your face and kissed the soft pads of his fingertips. “Just remember that you’re the only one I’ll ever love like this.”

He chuckled, brushing his nose against yours. “You always know exactly what to say.”

“I try,” you said, pecking his cheek.

Then, Riku began to stir, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, Yushi, you’re back!” He got up, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m starving. I’ll go and wake Daeyoung and we can all eat together!”

Yushi nodded quickly, his earlier shyness returning as Riku shuffled away. You turned back to him, grinning.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you whispered, bumping his shoulder playfully.

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

You laughed and kissed the top of his head. “Thank you for breakfast, my jealous little cat.”

He laughed into your neck, his voice muffled but sweet. “You’re never gonna let this go, are you?”

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[4songbird]

i will ALWAYS eat up a jealous yushi fic 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[lowkeonho]

⪩⪨ JUST ONE CHANCE !

⌕ ahn keonho

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 keonho pining for his best friend’s older sister and embarrassing himself in the process. he’s a little crazy, but very cute!

ᝰ.ᐟ keonho x femreader

ᝰ.ᐟ smau, humor, fluff

ᝰ.ᐟ ft. loser!keonho , bestfriend!seonghyeon , nonidol!cortis

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 yawnmi writes:

first post! i hope you guys enjoy! likes and reblogs are always appreciated 💕

[kazukazukiiii]

m.jh, TAKE 19.99 actor x actor drabble

𑣲 where he messes up takes on purpose to keep kissing you

"sigh...take 17!"

his eyes found yours. he raised his hand, slow, uncertain, to your cheek, brushing away a stray hair with a feather-light touch that burned your skin before resting it on your cheek, ghostly yet firm. his eyes scanned yours once more before inching closer, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. by why would you? you wanted this as much as he did.

you tilted your head slightly, half lidded eyes watching him before fluttering shut. he paused just a hairs breadth away, just for a second, before pressing his lips against yours. the kiss was soft, slow, sweet. he raised his other hand to rest on your back—or at least that was what he was supposed to do. instead, he raised it into the camera's view and made a peace sign, wiggling his fingers around, yet not pulling away from you.

the director groaned again. it must've been the hundredth time he called cut! that day. jaehyun's lips lingered a second longer before pulling away, biting back a cheeky grin. you held back a smile too—a small, shy smile.

the director ran a hand over his face before scolding the boy, "i swear to god— one more time and i'm cancelling the show," half-jokingly, but the hint of irritation in his voice suggested he could be serious too. jaehyun nodded, but no one, not even himself, was convinced this would be the last time.

the past 17 takes had been spoiled by jaehyun doing random gestures, whispering jokes to make you laugh, or even breaking the kiss all together, just so he can keep kissing you with the excuse of 'just another take'. the crew even started betting on what he'd do next.

"take #18, action!"

—his lips pressed against yours. it was soft, slow, sweet. he raised his hand to rest on your waist, thumb caressing patterns on your skin. suddenly, a squeal followed by laughter echoed off the studio walls. "h- hey, stop it! stop tickling me!" you laughed, holding onto his shoulders. the director considered an early retirement—this job certainly wasn't good for his blood pressure. "jaehyun..." he sighed before signaling a retake.

you looked up at him, his hand still resting on your sides, yours still resting on his shoulders. he smiled at you, charming and cheeky, and your cheeks grew pink. his smile grew wider at the thought of kissing you again (and taunting the director). and you secretly hoped this wasn't the last time, because you wanted to keep kissing him as much as he wanted to keep kissing you.

"ready— take #19, action! and don't even think about it!"

no theme bc this is too short and i'm too lazy (this is prob too long for a drabble tho, idk 😭😭)

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[4songbird]

rae found GIGGLING....

this is so mj it might just be something that actually happened

[astrae4]

WHEN A MAN REALIZES THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A PLUSHIE | Kim Woonhak

pairings — boynextdoor’s Woonhak x reader ( ft. Myung Jaehyun )

genre — slice of life, comedy, romance, established relationship (WC. 1.1k)

warnings — none! but woonhak’s very very jealous here hehe

note — posting 3x this week and then a lotttt next week… wish me luck..

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WOONHAK HAS BEEF.

Serious, deep, heartfelt beef—with a six-dollar plushie from the claw machine.

“Hyung,” he groans, throwing himself onto Jaehyun’s bed like a man who’s just seen war. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jaehyun looks up from his phone, not even pretending to care. “What did you do now?”

“It’s not me! It’s them!”

“Them,” Jaehyun repeats flatly, “as in… the plushies?”

“Yes!” Woonhak sits up dramatically, pointing like he’s accusing a villain in a courtroom. “She has too many. Way too many. I can’t even see her when she sleeps because there’s a wall of them!”

Jaehyun blinks. “…You’re jealous of the plushies.”

Woonhak glares. “I’m not jealous. I just think it’s weird! Why does she need, like—fifteen bears when she has me?”

Jaehyun sets his phone down, giving him that look that screams I’m too tired for this conversation but okay. “Woonhak.”

“What?”

“You do realize you’re saying you’re jealous of inanimate objects that she literally bought because she misses you, right?”

“That’s—what?” Woonhak frowns. “No, that doesn’t even—”

Jaehyun just raises an eyebrow. “Think about it. When you’re gone for schedules, who’s there to hug her? Who’s there to sleep next to her when she’s lonely? Those plushies are literally the next best thing.”

Woonhak opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. “…Oh.”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun says, already going back to scrolling on his phone. “You’re basically mad at the emotional support version of yourself.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe get her another one instead of complaining about it.”

“…Oh.”

“Stop saying oh before I throw a pillow at you.”

That night, Woonhak sits on his bed, chin in hand, staring at the ceiling.

So… you got those plushies because you missed him? And here he was, sulking about them like a toddler denied candy. Great job, genius.

He pictures your room—soft lighting, too many blankets, an entire army of plushies taking over the bed. You always teased him, saying they “keep me company” when he’s away. And every time, he’d just roll his eyes and call them clingy.

But maybe you were just lonely. Maybe hugging those bears was the only way you could stop missing him so much.

“Okay,” he mutters to himself, determination glinting in his eyes. “Fine. I’ll make it up to [reader].”

The next day, you wake up groggy and shuffled toward the bed, rubbing your eyes. And that’s when you see it.

Front and center among the plushies sits a new one—a big, soft bear with the most ridiculous little hoodie that looks exactly like something Woonhak would wear. It’s even got messy little brown hair ( clearly hand-sewn! ), and someone’s drawn tiny dimples on its face with a marker.

You blink.

Then blink again.

Then burst out laughing.

“What is this?” you say between giggles, picking it up. A small note falls out of its pocket.

“If you’re gonna hug something, it better at least look like me. — Woonhak 🐻”

You’re still laughing when the phone rings.

“Good morning,” Woonhak says, voice smug and full of barely contained pride.

“What’s this, huh?” You hold up the bear to the camera. “It looks suspiciously like you.”

“Yeah,” he says, leaning closer to the screen, pretending to inspect it. “Handsome, huh?”

“You made this?”

He grins. “Kind of. Jaehyun helped me order the bear, and then I drew on the face. Don’t worry, it’s one of a kind.”

You snort. “You drew your own dimples on it?”

“Hey, that’s my brand!” he protests, pretending to pout. “Besides, now you don’t have to miss me when I’m not there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you finally admitted you were jealous of my plushies.”

Woonhak immediately stiffens. “I—No! I wasn’t jealous! I just—uh—didn’t like that they were taking up too much space on the bed.”

“Sure,” You teased, hugging the bear to your chest. “Whatever you say, Mr. Jealous.”

He groans. “Stop calling me that.”

“Mr. Jealous!”

“I’m hanging up.”

“You love me too much to hang up.”

He rolls his eyes, but his lips curve into that soft, lopsided smile you know too well. “Yeah, yeah. Keep hugging the bear.”

“Oh, I will,” you say sweetly, cuddling it tighter. “He doesn’t argue back.”

“Hey!” Woonhak protests. “Don’t replace me with that thing!”

You grin. “Maybe I will. He’s quieter.”

“Okay, that’s it—I’m buying a life-sized version next time.”

“Then I’ll have two of you.”

“No, because then you’ll never call the real me again.”

“Depends on how soft it is.”

“[Reader]!”

You laugh so hard he gives up, burying his face in his hands, groaning dramatically. “This is what I get for trying to be romantic.”

“No,” You say softly, voice gentler now. “This is what you get for being sweet.”

He peeks through his fingers, eyes crinkling. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

“You better,” he says, puffing his cheeks in mock offense. “I stayed up till 2 a.m. making sure that stupid bear looked like me.”

“It’s perfect,” You reassure him. “But you know what’s even better?”

“What?”

“The real one.”

He goes quiet, just staring at you for a moment. Then, a smile breaks across his face—soft, a little shy, the kind that always makes their chest feel warm.

“Then I’ll hurry home,” he says quietly.

Later that night, you’re curled up in bed, your phone still warm from the last call. Woonhak’s voice still lingers in your head, and his little bear version is tucked securely in your arms.

You press a kiss to its forehead before turning off the light.

“Goodnight, Woonhak,” you whisper.

Meanwhile, across the city, Woonhak lies in his dorm, grinning at his screen like an idiot after reading their last message. Jaehyun throws a pillow at him.

“What are you smiling about now?”

“Nothing,” Woonhak says, still smiling.

Jaehyun squints. “You gave her the bear, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“And they liked it?”

“They loved it,” Woonhak says proudly.

“Good. Now stop looking at your phone like you’re in a drama.”

Woonhak just hums, rolling over and hugging his pillow like it’s them. “You’re just jealous you’re not her plushie.”

Jaehyun groans. “I’m regretting ever helping you.”

“No, you’re not.”

The next morning, Woonhak wakes up to a picture you sent—a selfie of yourself snuggled up with the bear, captioned: “My favorite boy 🐻💛”

He laughs, heart thudding a little too fast. Yeah, maybe he lost the plushie war. But if it means you’re smiling like that, he doesn’t really mind.

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[ihankaji]

HEY BABY, CAN I SHOW YOU LOVE? ─── M.JAEHYUN ‘𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

( ✶ ) ────── myung jaehyun is troublesome—everyone knows that, including you. but, out of everyone, you always found yourself drawn to the wrong things.

⚠️ ノ jaehyun x f ! reader ╱ ⌕ comfort / slightly suggestive ( ? ) / slight angst if you squint ∿ ˊᯅˋ ments. injuries/cuts/blood, reader is treating his wounds, MJAE IS HONESTLY A TEASING FLIRT, tension is present, use of petnames WORD COUNT 1.2K+ ( 💬 ) because i am going insane for this man Thanks !

“Jaehyun,” you pressed, trying to stay patient as the wet cloth got shifted away from his lips once more. “I’m going to need you to stay still if you want to get properly treated.”

“It’s not my fault that it stings,” Jaehyun rebuttals. He adjusts his seating on the edge of the chair, crossing his arms to try to bear with the pain. His nose scrunched up, a slight hiss leaving his mouth as he tried to suppress it. “Be easy on me, won’t you?”

“I would—if this wasn’t your millionth time getting hurt from sparring with someone random,” you huffed, pressing the cloth softly against his cut—your actions contrary to the sharp tone you used. “Seriously, why is he hitting you so hard?”

“I guess he also has someone he wants to impress in the crowd,” Jaehyun's lips curved in a smile, only for it to falter once more when he felt the coldness come in contact with his wound. “Besides, him going full out makes the matches more fun, anyway.”

“What’s not fun is you leaving the ring with blood, cuts, and bruises!” you exclaimed in frustration, tossing the small white towel aside as you searched in your mini emergency kit for some ointment. “I seriously don’t get the point of getting yourself into useless fights.”

“It’s never useless if the fight is about you, sweetheart,” Jaehyun smiled—though this time it was not one of those usual teasing grins. It seemed affectionate, more genuine. “He shouldn’t have said that about us.”

You hated how easily that stupid pet name slipped past his lips—sweetheart—how it left you breathless, like it meant more than you wanted it to. It made it sound like there really was an us, even though you knew there wasn’t.

“It definitely is a useless fight,” you retorted, trying to smother the sudden stir in your chest. “What ‘us’ are you even talking about? It’s not like we have something, anyway.”

Jaehyun’s expression dropped into a sulk, his voice tinged with mock hurt. “You really wound me when you say things like that, Y/N.” His eyes softened, puppy-like, deliberately hitting at the walls you built so carefully. Then, insisting just enough to press the question, he added, “You really don’t think there’s at least… something between us?”

“Not something that we could put a label on,” you said, a little harsher than you expected, leaving enough room for a brief moment of silence before you continued. “Definitely not.”

“We can change that, you know. If you let me.”

Jaehyun had his eyes on you, his eyes holding a glimmer that you couldn’t see. A glimmer hoping for something more—that maybe you’d try, just once, to see him without the weight of what others whispered about his reputation. He caught it all: the way your hands slowed in your pouch, how your shoulders stiffened before you forced yourself to move again.

He always noticed everything about you. He couldn’t not do that. Not when he was the one who dialed your number over and over, knowing you’d show up.

Not when every bruise and cut simply became another excuse to see you again.

“We are not nothing if you always come to see me,” he continued, making sure you wouldn’t try to move past what he was saying as if you heard nothing. “Always fixing me up so nicely, so carefully like I’m worth all of your time and effort.”

“Someone has to make sure you don’t end up losing some teeth,” you smoothly dodged the question, running away like you’ve always done. But even as you tried to slip past it, your expression betrayed you—the slight arch of your brows, the way your lips perked up. You looked like someone waiting for something.

“I think one of them is really loose, actually,” Jaehyun says, watching your features turn into a more stern look. He picked up on the way your brows now subtly furrowed, a habit of yours whenever he says something that’s bizarre to you.

It was hard for him to not notice everything about you.

“Don’t joke about that,” you replied, letting him leave a breathy chuckle, the slight airy sound making it seem like Jaehyun truly thought it would be a lighthearted scenario. He would always make light of things–even when he probably shouldn’t.

You finally held up the tube of ointment, turning back to him. “You could get seriously injured one day.”

“Well,” he started slowly, his voice dipping just enough to make you lock eyes with him again. “if you’re so worried…” Jaehyun dragged out his words, his eyes glinted with a look that was teasing but also questionably sincere. He inched closer, legs slightly spread out more with you standing between them. His gaze tipped upward, like he was offering you more than he was saying out loud.

You briefly scowled, taking a step back, but Jaehyun only leaned forward with a smug expression. An expression you just wished you could've wiped off his face in an instant.

Your body tensed.

“I know another way you can treat me.”

Too close. He was getting way too close.

You were still surprised with the sudden close proximity, yet you raised your eyebrow in response—still managing to appear indifferent. Jaehyun’s lips curled up playfully as he pressed a finger to the soft curve of his bottom lip, like he was inviting something bold.

Something that felt far more worse than getting constantly hit in the face.

At least to you.

“What?” you asked flatly, studying his face for signs of another joke—but there was something… different. You tried searching for the usual flint of mischief you had grown used to. Except this time, everything about his expression had changed, replaced by something more intent. He looked at you like he already knew your answer. But, with the way he leaned in while looking up to you standing—the way he titled his face up toward you—it was impossible to believe that he was bluffing.

“Kiss me.”

Your body reacted before your mind could register it properly, hand pushing lightly at his shoulder until he sank back into the chair. He only laughed, light and unbothered, the sound cutting through your composure as his eyes crinkled with that infuriating ease. When his gaze flickered back to your flushed face, his smile deepened, as if your reaction was all the confirmation he needed.

You hated not knowing if he meant it.

You hated even more how badly you wanted to believe he did.

But you couldn’t, just for your own sake.

“Stop fooling around,” you muttered, focusing on squeezing the ointment cream on your finger, even though your hand trembled slightly with the effort of pretending. You kept your eyes down, praying he wouldn’t pinpoint how your heartbeat was racing.

You despised the sickening way he got under your skin, easily slipping through without even trying. But despite everything, you never ran—not when you should, not when everyone told you to. You kept coming back, again and again, wanting more–wishing for something you had no business expecting.

“Can I try again after?” he asked, still trying to get your words into your head. “You looked like you were considering it.”

You didn’t hesitate. Your finger, coated with ointment, pressed swiped against his bottom lip in one swift motion–firmly, but not harshly. “Don’t push your luck, Jaehyun.”

This time, he didn’t flinch. There was no wince, no theatrical groan. Just what you could’ve sworn was another smirk on his face.

A smirk that could only mean more trouble. And yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Because against all of your reasons and everyone else's, you wanted to see it again.

You wanted to see him again.

‘💬’ ─── Can u believe that part of this was supposed to be for a 0t6 work..? Yeah me neither….

› BONEDO PERM TL ( OPEN ) ──── @riumori @j4d @itsactuallylina @htaesan @himewonu @pumpkg @mimimimiaa @deeour @s0shroe @mari3s @woonhakntaesansgf @yunextdoor @wensurr @ivxae @wnouzi

[pupillary]

six half-bloods shall answer the call !

or, alternatively: boynextdoor (ot6) as demigods x gn!reader

—headcanons˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ tags/warnings: demigod/percy jackson au, fluff but leaning more towards friendship, mentions of fighting/war games/battles, mentions of stealing (riwoo's part) but its harmless/prank-related, swearing, lowercase intended — wc. 3.7k ₊˚⊹♡ a/n: im not sure if this is alrdy niche but my tiktok fyp was full of pjo/hoo content w my bnd content and i just HAD to write the guys in capture the flag so HERE IT IS!!! might as well go down the bnd as [insert dystopian ya novel i read in hs here] spiral ♡

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SUNGHO (성호)

my boy is either a son of aphrodite (bc have you SEEN him!?), son of athena, or a son of hephaestus, but after picturing him tinkering away in a workshop in a fitted white shirt and black gloves and a toolbelt around his waist, with soot smeared on his cheek... yup, son of hephaestus definitely !

with hephaestus being the god of craftsmanship and invention, sungho is obviously a master craftsman — he can forge weapons, make repairs, build ships (argo 2 + leo parallel anyone??) he's also resistant to fire and heat and can handle melted metal with his bare hands

i headcanon that bc he works with machines all day you can faintly smell smoke or metal on him no matter how much he showers

keeps a random piece of metal or cog or trinket in his pocket that he fidgets with

since he's also, like, uh built well, uh, body-wise, he's definitely the tank of the group in terms of fighting, and his weapon of choice would either be a big ahh warhammer or war-axe that he swings around with ease

spends most of his time in the forge tinkering with weapons and armor and would make the most unnecessary-but-kind-of-necessary inventions like a self-stirring campfire pot

tests out his inventions with riwoo which would usually end up in explosions and riwoo just shouting "AGAIN!"

stays up late into the night tinkering so jaehyun ends up hauling him to bed so he doesn't collapse

he can never say no to you when you randomly appear in his workshop with a crazy request — "do you think you can make me a sword that can shoot out flames" "...you're lucky i like you"

riwoo actually drags you with him every time riwoo wants something made because sungho can't say no to you

makes little trinkets for you: a stylish metal bracelet (which doubles as a tiny throwing knife), a gold necklace he made out of drachma (which doubles as a poison needle), an silver-trimmed anklet — "wait is this just a plain anklet?" "do you want me to turn it into a spike or-" "nope! i'm good!"

insists on being the only child of hephaestus to make/repair your armor bc not only does it reassure him you won't get hurt during sparring (because he spends days perfecting your armor specifically, delaying leehan's armor repairs for another week), it also turns him into a cocky little shit every time you win a war game because his armor protected you

little do you know he had engraved his initials on the inside of your breastplate (close to your heart awwe)

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RIWOO (리우)

hands down a son of hermes bc not only is he quick-witted and adaptable, i can't not associate riwoo with mischief and pranking. but since he's an introvert, he isn't part of the hermes cabin welcoming committee every time a new demigod arrives at camp

has super speed and agility which he uses to his advantage every time he does pranks. he's also terrifyingly good at stealth and lock-picking. he's also good at pick-pocketing lol even when he doesn't mean to, he'd unconsciously take something from your pocket (but would return it right away — unless he intends to prank you)

you: "hey, where'd my knife go?!"

him: "i can't believe you'd lose a knife."

you, staring at him blanky: "give it back before i kick your ass"

him: "i have no idea what you're talking about—" (pats down his pocket, pulls out your throwing knife) "oh, how'd that get there, ha ha, ha."

his attack style is literally just hit-and-run, making use of dual short swords or daggers he picked from sungho's workshop

(at some point, he also wanted weapons that would double as something else so he dragged you with him to sungho to turn his short swords into a spear. then he realized it would be too bothersome to pick up the spear after throwing it, so he settled with just the swords)

in group battles, he's the scout, running ahead to gather info. he works really well with sungho, acting as a bait for the enemies only to lead them to sungho's traps

his reputation as the chaos child at camp precedes him. he has "borrowed" everyone's dagger or drachma at some point

loves racing with fellow campers across the climbing wall (and would win every time with a cheeky grin). when he'd finally beat everyone, he'd race the pegasi much to leehan's displeasure

ofc as a prankster who takes pride in his craft, the number 1 (and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5) victim of his pranks are his friends: he'd switch jaehyun's regular arrows into sticky ones, switch out woonhak's grape soda with lime, and would sneak up on taesan just to see if he'd react

(although the last time he tried sneaking up on taesan, he was almost choked by a skeleton hand that rose from the ground)

you're relatively safe from his pranks (and by relatively, i mean you'd still occasionally lose a dagger or two)

when he's bored, he'd make use of your amazing fighting skills and dodge thrown daggers and arrows "for fun." at some point, jaehyun joins you two and "just fun" turns into "survival mode"

makes use of his super speed to steal your camp necklace just to see you chase him across the climbing wall and when you finally catch him, he grins and promises to return your necklace only if you go on a date with him

you roll your eyes and agree to the date, have your necklace returned and find his initials engraved on it beside yours

he takes you to the hermes cabin's roof — his favorite place in the entire camp bc it acts as a private lookout spot — and would share his stolen snacks and woonhak's grape soda

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JAEHYUN (재현)

this ball of sunshine is a son of apollo for sure. not only does apollo as the god of music, poetry, and light fit him perfectly, jaehyun also shines brightly as a leader. he also radiates the warmth that feels very "sun god" energy

is referred to the as the "golden boy" at camp bc, aside from being an actual son of the sun god, you swear you could see a halo around him. taesan would wear sunglasses around him because the guy literally glows

naturally great at music and healing, both figuratively and literally. he's the head healer at the camp's recovery center; he'd be humming a tune while feeding you ambrosia and both your external wounds and negative feelings would disappear

he can also summon light, even in total darkness and use it to blind enemies or guide allies

it's a no-brainer that his weapon of choice is a bow and golden arrows that also glow in sunlight. he can shoot with deadly precision

sungho tried making him a lyre that doubles as a bow but during one campfire, while feeling the song, jaehyun accidentally turns his lyre into the bow, almost raining arrows on everybody

at some point, he was banned from the archery range because he hits the bullseye every single time

during battles or war games, aside from being the designated healer, he's also the tactician. his long-range precision helps in shooting down enemies while also keeping an eye on the battlefield, giving commands and encouragement

the irritating picture of a morning person. he'd always wake up at sunrise no matter what. he's that one person who greets you way too cheerfully in the morning while everyone's just groggy

this makes his dynamic with taesan funny since its golden retriever x black cat, wherein jaehyun's all "rise and shine!" and taesan just deadpans with "i prefer the dark" but jaehyun greets him a good morning anyway!

has this natural habit of checking on everyone's injuries, big or small. you get a scratch and he's already offering to heal it

of course, you're the number one priority when he's on center duty. even if other campers arrive before you, when he sees you walk in with a cut on your arm, he'd bound to you right away, ambrosia and nectar in hand and a worried look on his face — "i'm okay jaehyun, it's just a scratch. you should see other patients" he's already dragging you to an empty cot "i don't see other patients"

(the other camper with a sprained ankle: "am i a joke to you")

bc he's banned at the archery range during training, you'd find him practicing alone at sunrise instead. one time, he offers to "teach you" and ends up brushing your hands while he corrects your stance (ok now picture the sunlight just painting jaehyun's face as he leans close and you make eye contact and he gets flustered shgjdhj hallelujah !)

writes little poems for you but pretends they're "just lyrics." he'd sing love songs during campfires, thinking he's being lowkey about his crush on you (he isn't)

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TAESAN (태산)

he's either a son of hades or a son of ares but i ultimately see him a son of hades because he has a very introspective vibe that screams "child of hades" but like not in a brooding way. more like he's thoughtful and has a quiet intensity (plus the image of him summoning an army of the undead while looking nonchalant about it is so attractive for no reason!!!)

aside from summoning skeletons, he can also summon shadows and shadow travel in short distances and limited geokinesis, causing the ground to shake when he summons his skeleton warriors

has a hellhound for a pet (mrs. o'leary for the pjo fans!) that can shadow travel with him. imagine a puppy cerberus that follows taesan around and would chew on his skeleton warriors' femurs

weapon of choice is a stygian iron sword which absorbs energy from his enemies

he's kind of like a specialist during battles and would work alongside riwoo. so while riwoo's darting across fields to gather intel, taesan would act as an emergency exit, pulling riwoo into the shadows with him to shadow travel them back to safety.

he's also an intimidator, choosing to lurk in the shadows instead of in the frontlines. but when he steps in, it's utter devastation. he's also the best at fighting mobs since he can summon a mob of his own

since he likes keeping to himself, you'd usually find him sitting under a tree, sketching in a notebook or meditating with shadows curling faintly around him

aside from his pet hellhound, other animals also seem to gravitate near him especially crows and stray black dogs. they'd follow him around camp but he doesn't talk about it

he's also not super into camp activities but when jaehyun convinces him to join capture the flag, he becomes terrifyingly excited (and his team always wins when he participates so jaehyun actively drags him. of course, taesan only ever participates in camp activities when you're on the same team)

has an affinity to flower fields, but only when you're there (so would that mean he has an affinity towards you? hmm). he claims its because the flower fields are usually quiet and it helps him think

despite trying to maintain a peaceful space, he would be unwittingly dragged into chaos by riwoo and woonhak.

woonhak loves making fun of taesan's ominous and intimidating aura, with taesan emerging from the shadows being all "leave or else" and woonhak going "ooo spooky"

similarly, riwoo would challenge little cerberus to race (after beating leehan's pegasi). when taesan sees his pet losing, he'd summon a skeleton hand to trip riwoo (he'd deny his involvement afterwards)

on the other hand, his dynamic with leehan is unexpectedly peaceful since still waters + dark depths

(of course that was until leehan wanted to test out if taesan can shadow travel from land to the darkest depths of the camp lake. he can, until leehan had to force him back because taesan somehow attracted deep-sea carnivorous fishes)

now you're definitely his favorite person (which you wear with a badge of honor after he said you were "less annoying" than everyone else). he'd let you sit with him in silence while he's sketching under the tree, all while his shadows curl around you protectively while you nap

puppy cerberus adores you!! taesan isn't sure if he's jealous of you because his pet clearly loves you more, or if he's jealous of his pet because you give him kisses....

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LEEHAN (이한)

so i was halfway through making him a son of aphrodite then i realized DUH he's a son of poseidon why did i ever think otherwise (though i still headcanon leehan as that one aphrodite kid who looks perfect even after a battle). anyway !

as a son of poseidon (and percy jackson's brother lol), naturally his powers involve hydrokinesis. he can also breathe underwater and communicate with sea creatures (now imagine irl leehan being able to talk to his fish friends im SOFT) as well as horses and pegasi

he also has earthshaker powers when he gets mad, which isn't often but when he does, he can crack the ground in two

since he's essentially percy, leehan's weapon is a celestial bronze trident, which he uses both in close combat and when channeling waves

because he can both be on offense (by knocking enemies with blasts of water) and on defense (summoning currents and using them as protective walls), he's considered both a frontline fighter and a defender

with his natural affinity to water, you'd always find him at the lake swimming laps. his fish friends would follow him around in the water like little bodyguards

has a pet pegasus with a bad attitude towards everyone except leehan (and you). when riwoo raced against his pegasi and won, leehan "accidentally" sent a current to capsize riwoo's boat during a camp lake activity

during breakfast, his hair is always damp from swimming. during one particularly uneventful morning, riwoo tried running circles around him in an attempt to dry off his hair

gets caught up in riwoo's mischief all the time!! riwoo tries to rope him into bets and games but then leehan wins without much effort and it frustrates riwoo like crazy

"bet you can't skip that stone five times" then leehan ends up skipping the stone seven times. riwoo: "ok show-off"

leehan finds the most random things underwater. when he discovered a sunken ship a loooong way from the camp shore, he scavenged for metal parts to bring back to sungho, to which the son of hephaestus happily accepted (and ended up working into the night. leehan then received and earful from jaehyun, both from leaving camp grounds — or waters? — and for fueling sungho's late night projects)

as thanks (and out of guilt) sungho upgrades his trident into one that can double as a sword and can switch into a ballpen (riptide!!)

loves taking you underwater with him and introduces you to his sea creature friends despite being unable to talk to them like he can. you'd get surprised though when leehan suddenly reddens while talking with the fishes, not knowing that they were teasing him

"is this your mate? are you going to make eggs?" "ok first of all—"

can i also just say remember that one scene in moa where annabeth tosses her dagger to signal percy, who's underwater, for enemies?? OK SO NOW IMAGINE YOU AND LEEHAN?

"surrender your weapons!" you, tossing your dagger at sea: "oops!" your enemies look at you in bewilderment bc wtf? then leehan just pops out of the water riding a cyclone, holding the dagger to give to you and says with a complete poker-face "you dropped this" then straight up ANNIHILATES your enemies with a column of water to their faces

(this entire headcanon is just leehan = percy = greenest flag in all of fiction history)

(rides off into the sunset on pegasi)

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WOONHAK (운학)

i also see him as a son of hermes with riwoo but after much deliberation i figured he also fits as a son of dionysus since dionysus is also the god of festivity and joy (and chaos) which matches woonhak's energy. anywho !

woonhak is the moodmaker of the entire camp since he radiates that aura of festivity. and since dionysus is also related to "madness" or "craziness," woonhak is immune to such effects. instead, he's the one controlling the madness, making people loosen up or act sillier

he also manipulates vines bc duh his godly parent is the god of wine. HOWEVER, unlike dionysus, woonhak is obsessed with grape soda — chugs it, hoards it, converts it into air so he can inhale it if he could (to which he begged sungho to make an evaporator, again contributing to the latter's late night projects and again receiving an earful from jaehyun)

his weapon of choice during battles is a thyrsus staff, a pinecone-tipped staff that's historically used for rituals and ceremonies but of course, sungho tweaked it into something that can serve as an extension of woonhak's vines

similar to taesan, woonhak is a crowd controller, utilizing his vines to trip enemies, make plants burst from the ground, and to induce confusion so his enemies fight each other, which turns the tide of the battle

like riwoo, he's chaos personified both on and off the battlefield

he's everyone's hypeman, always cheering the loudest during battles or campfires

like riwoo (again), he loves using his plant powers for the dumbest shit like making vines to trip riwoo mid-race, making vine circles around taesan when he's sketching by the tree, tossing people into the lake by the leg ultimately harassing leehan who's peacefully meditating underwater

his dynamic with riwoo is everything honestly. you'd think the dumb shit riwoo does are his ideas? oh no, woonhak is the one suggesting them ("what if we raced leehan's pegasi through the forest?") and of course with his moodmaking powers and riwoo's natural affinity to mischief, they're the ultimate chaos duo, much to jaehyun's distress

constantly sneaks grape soda and chips into the cabin even if it isn't allowed

when he isn't part of the war games, you'd find him cheering in the stands for the winning team (usually the team where you and his friends were) but on the rare moments your team is on the brink of losing, woonhak easily switches up to hype for the other team lmao

his laugher (or any strong emotion really) can trigger random bursts of plant growth nearby. this happens more frequently with you around (you're essentially contributing to reforestation solely by existing around woonhak, good job!)

you're also the only one who can calm him down, or at least bring his energy levels to a peaceful hum

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OT6 (보이넥스트도어)

THE WOODS WERE alive with shouts, footsteps, and the occasional burst of magic colliding with magic. Capture the Flag at Camp Half-Blood was never just a game. It was a battle dressed up as fun.

You crouched behind a tree, gripping your celestial bronze sword. You eyed the enemies' flag as it fluttered with the breeze. A gang of campers guarded it, looking way too eager to tackle anyone who came too close.

"Alright, listen up," Jaehyun whispered, appearing at your side in a shimmer of golden sunlight. "I'll draw their eyes."

From above, Riwoo dropped down, landing in a crouch. The smirk on his face made you wonder if he already had multiple tricks at the ready. "I'll zip through and mess with their footing."

"Woonhak and I can make chaos," Taesan said from behind. One of the shadows by his ankles curled around you in a protective way. At his side, Woonhak grinned widely, twirling his staff already covered in vines.

"Chaos is my specialty!"

Leehan stepped forward, brushing dirt from his shirt. The ground trembled faintly as a small stream surged nearby. "I'll cover you when you move. Just signal me."

And lastly, Sungho tightened the straps of your armor. With a knowing look, he slipped something into your pocket. "When you're within range, click it. Just like we practiced."

"Focus on the flag. We'll hold the line." Jaehyun nudged your shoulder with his, beaming confidently.

"Got it."

The plan unfolded in seconds.

Jaehyun jumped into the open, sunlight exploding around him in a blind flare. The guards cried out, shielding their eyes. Without hesitation, Riwoo then darted out faster than the eyes could follow, dagger flicking as he tripped one camper and slapped the other one the back just to cause confusion.

From the shadows, Taesan surged forward with an open palm. Skeleton hands burst from the earth, grabbing ankles and pining enemies down. Woonhak followed, yelling out "It's party time!" as his vines whipped around weapons and yanked them to the ground. "Oopsie-daisy!"

Sungho joined the fray, forcing the enemy line back with his warhammer. His hands glowed, conducting heat across his weapon, inflicting minor burns here as another form of distraction.

Then Leehan's voice cut through the chaos. "Now!"

The stream beside him surged up, curling into a wave that swept across the battlefield.

You ran.

Leaping across the field, you made it to the bottom of the hill where the flag was perched. Sungho's words rang in your ears. Just like you practiced.

You took out the pen and clicked it. Within seconds, the pen elongated into a long whip, its weight familiar in your hands. With a single flick, the whip surged forward, wrapping around the flag pole, and you pulled.

The flag flew in the air and into your hands. "I got it!"

Cheers erupted instantly. Without warning, you felt yourself being lifted up in the air by a set of vines and twirled around. Woonhak and Riwoo cheered from below. Jaehyun whooped, loosing an arrow into the air that burst into golden sparks. Taesan and Leehan shared satisfied grins, and Sungho clapped your back when you were eventually lowered to the ground.

The conch horn blew across camp, declaring your team the winners, but honestly... With them having your back and cheering you on, you'd already won.

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There's something addicting about fooling andears in plain sight. You're always active on your boyfriend's Weverse page under a generic username: Purple_Jihos. To the unsuspecting eye, you're just a lucky fan who keeps getting noticed by their ult bias. You've even become somewhat of a famous fan amongst andears, at least on Weverse. Everyone jokes about how you attract Jiho's replies like a magnet. You've even been brought up in lives before.

In reality, each Weverse comment is sent while you're sitting right next to him. You watch his reaction each time he's scanning the feed for comments sent under your user. It's like a game. How many hints can you drop without seeming suspicious, and how many comments can your boyfriend find in the sea of andears with similar usernames to you?

It's a risky business. You both know what the possible consequences could be if fans found out and didn't like the fact that Jiho isn't single—no matter how dumb the argument was. You are never too obvious. You always stay within a safe territory. Your comments require the knowledge of the many inside jokes and references you and Jiho have built up over the years. You haven't just been his girlfriend for the past three years; you were his best friend long before that as well. You know him inside out, better than anyone else, and you love to play into it.

You're feeling bolder today for some reason—maybe its because Jiho forgot to give you a kiss this morning and you feel personally wronged by it. Obviously, you could just ask him for one outright, or even steal a few from him at any moment, but you decide it's more fun to write a comment instead.

Purple_Jihos: Jiho! Good morning >< I think you might have forgotten something?

You watch Jiho's eyebrow raise when he finds the comment. You're cuddling on the couch before he has to leave for work. It's been a slow morning, one that you know will end too soon for your liking. Your legs are swung over his lap, comfortably reclined as he rubs his hand up and down them.

↳ 지호: Oh? I had breakfast tho? 😄

↳ Purple_Jihos: You forgot to receive my love for you 😤

There are already andears replying to your post, laughing at the cute interaction, but you see Jiho tilt his head, considering your response a bit deeper. You wouldn't say that out of nowhere—he must have actually forgotten something somehow.

He glances at you. You're already staring right back at him, waiting for him to realize his wrongdoings of the morning, however unserious they are. It takes a few seconds for it to click. Something had felt off this morning, like he hadn't done something important. Of course, it involved your lips.

"Morning kiss? Is that it?" Jiho asks. He's studying your expression carefully as if he has to uncover the secrets of what he's still missing, even though he already figured it out. Cotton candy pink hair frames his cheeks and eyes. He's irresistible. "It's not too late for it yet. It's only 11:40—that's still morning!"

His logic is adorable. So is the slight pout on his lips, like he's silently pleading for you to forgive him for his forgetfulness. You kiss the pout right off his lips, and he hums in content.

"I think I deserve double since you were so late," you mumble against his lips, hands tangled in his hair. He's quick to oblige you as you both lose track of time.

You're interrupted by his phone ringing. It's Kamden.

"Dude, where are you?"

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It's been a few days since Youngjae has woken up feeling this rested. It's been busy lately, and sometimes it feels like he can barely catch a break. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet, but there's already something making him smile. He can feel you curled up against him. You're so warm.

He's woken up this way many times, with you impossibly close to him, sleeping so soundly that it breaks his heart to wake you up, or worse, leave you. But most days that's exactly what he has to do. Schedules start early—earlier than anyone should really be up, and he's had to leave you on too many occasions to count. Sometimes you whine and try to get him to stay, to let the hug last just another five minutes. Most days he lets you, some days he can't afford to.

But today he can stay in bed with you for as long as he wants. He hasn't had a true day off in a couple weeks, so today is something to be savoured. Youngjae finally opens his eyes, blinking at the still-dark room. Room darkening curtains are probably the best thing he's ever invested in. He just lies there for a few moments, his breaths matching up with yours. It's peaceful like this, and Youngjae is in no rush to wake you. It's still pretty early. He's tempted to fall back asleep, but he also really wants to wait until you wake up.

You're cute when you're still half asleep. It always takes you a few minutes to wake up fully, and while you're still in the process of it, you cling onto Youngjae like he'll escape if you don't. Which, on half the days, is true. But today, he's not going anywhere. So instead, he clings to you first.

His weight on you is comfortable—not overbearing, but just the right amount. You turn in his arms at first, snuggling closer, still half-asleep. He smells so nice. The lingering scent of soap and cologne on his clothes. You often steal his shirts or hoodies to sleep in, so the scent isn't just on him, but surrounds you. You decide that this is by far your favourite way to wake up.

You know it's his day off. You've been anticipating it since last week. And the knowledge of it only makes you snuggle closer to him, unrushed and easy. You have all the time in the world, and the thought makes you nearly giddy.

The next moments don't need words. You're completely in tune with each other, cuddled under the covers. It's peaceful, but even on his day off, it can't last forever. It only takes a nudge from you for you both to sit up.

Youngjae has the most adorable bedhead. His brown hair is getting quite long now, and you don't resist the urge to tame the flyaway strands. Youngjae leans into your touch like a cat. When you've settled most of the out-of-place hair, your hands fall down to cup his cheeks.

"Good morning," you say, thumbs running over his skin.

"Good morning," your boyfriend echoes, smiling.

Everything is in sync. You brush your teeth together, occasionally bumping shoulders and giggling. You pick each other's outfits almost like routine, and of course, Youngjae always gives you the comfiest things to wear. You put him in one of your favourite hoodies of his. It's perfectly oversized and soft. He looks unmistakably yours in it.

Breakfast is equally as slow—moving around the kitchen together, stealing kisses and prolonging back hugs until your food is in danger of burning. You eat on the couch together; you more on Youngjae's lap than the cushion. He takes the chance to kiss nearly every inch of skin he has access to. It tickles slightly, especially on your neck, but its sweet and you savour it all the same. Because today, Youngjae is yours with no distractions.

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[miusoju]

JUST FOR THE BIT ─── kim woonhak

woonhak breaks his arm doing something dumb. you sign his cast—and suddenly, he doesn’t mind being injured so much.

cw: woonhak x fem!reader, fluff, woonhak being a dumbass, classmates to ???, highschool au, slight crack, not proofread ( sorry not sorry ) 731 wordcount

◜ ᴗ ◝ 　  this fic short as hell... i didnt know how to finish it sorryu guys TT

woonhak swore that he was fine. totally fine. it was just a little fall. it was totally worth the flip he tried to land off the bleachers ( it wasn’t worth it ). here he was now, sitting in class with a dumb bright cast on his arm and an obnoxious pout on his face. you walked in a bit late, as usual, sliding behind him before pointing at his casted arm. “so you actually broke your arm,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dumbass, oh my god!” you grinned. “it’s not broken, just fractured… ‘kay?” woonhak muttered, trying his hardest to sound cool, but his ears were already turning red. you sat next to him and grazed your hand over his cast, bland and boring you thought. “crazy how nobody has signed your cast yet,” you spoke, rummaging through your bag to find a sharpie. “it’s fine, not like i want—” he paused, eyes widened as he realized what was going on. “wait are you going too—” “yup,” you smiled, trying to think of something to write. woonhak tried his best to hide the smile that was creeping up his face. as woonhak looked away in embarrassment, you quickly wrote “woonhak, get better soon, or else.” with a cute heart on it. woonhak turned back and you gave him a cheeky smile, closing the marker and pushing it into your bag once again. he stared at the message as if it was carved into his soul. “damn, i’m never washing this cast..” “you’re not supposed to wash the cast in the first place…” you slapped your head in second hand embarrassment. “oh yeah..” he stifled a laugh. but for the rest of the day, woonhak kept staring down at the spot where you wrote your message—like it hurt a little less now lunch rolled around and woonhak was still babying his arm like it had been amputated. he had a tray on the non-broken arm, trying his best to balance it without looking like a complete idiot. you spotted him from across the cafeteria, walked over to him, and grabbed his tray before it could fall. “seriously.” you chuckled, “you’re walking so slow, gosh.” “i’m injured, okay?!” woonhak replied dramatically, already sliding into the seat next to you. you rolled your eyes, clearly done with his bull. “you fractured your arm and you're acting like you are a war veteran.” you said while setting the tray down. “still traumatic..” he mumbled, pouting while he looked away. you laughed, half because of how serious he looked and the other because his fork missed the chicken he was trying to stab. “do you also need help feeding yourself now?” “wouldn’t complain if you did…” he mumbled under his breath, his lips curling into a smile. you tried your hardest to ignore the flip your heart just did at that remark. “just say you want sympathy,” you whispered.  he shrugged, trying to act chill, but he was anything but that. woonhak stared at his cast—your handwriting filling his thoughts as he ghosted his fingertips across the writing. you moved your chair closer to him, watching as he stared at the cast. “you must really like what i wrote,” you sang, catching him in the act. woonhak blinked, caught in the act, “no—yes, maybe..” his voice suddenly got quieter—softer than you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth before. “it’s cute, the heart at least, not the part where you basically threaten me.” ‘well i meant what i said, do that again, and i’ll break your other arm.” you said coldly, making woonhak shiver. the both of you cracked up at the thought of that— woonhak with  casts on both of his arms. as the laughter died down, you noticed woonhak went back to looking at his cast, a cute smile plastered on his face. it was like it wasn’t as heavy whenever woonhak read your words in his head. “it was kinda worth it,” he mumbled, you looked up at him, setting your gaze on him as you watched him. “falling. getting this stupid cast. ‘cause now it has your name on it, and i like that.” you blinked. hard—trying to process what he said as if your heartbeat didn’t just quicken. woonhak didn’t say much after that, just looked up at you, with that dumb lopsided smile of his before eating his chicken once again.

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[blue-jisungs]

'nonchalant' uni bf yuma

[ author's scribbles ! ] i want him.

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no one could believe when the news of you and yuma surfaced. yuma? the cold, nonchalant guy? dating you, the bubbliest person in the whole world? yeah, no way.

yet…

“i’m telling you” you laughed, accidentally nudging one of the traces with food. you were starving after a long lecture but forgot to bring your wallet today. your friends offered to pay but you refused; you never really liked the food at the campus cafeteria anyway. “yuma is really sweet. he just pretends to be a bad boy”

“sometimes i get shivers when i look at him. he’s scary” one of your friends giggled, tucking her hair. 

“he’s not!” you whined. your sweet yuma? scary? 

“whatever. i’ll believe once i see it.” another classmate of yours chimed in. “you do make a cute couple, though”

“mhm. speak of the devil” someone said.

you turned around and saw him. upon closer examination, you hummed to yourself. maybe they were right…

yuma was wearing an all black outfit, ripped jeans. some jewellery on his neck and fingers. black bag hanging off his shoulders, headphones on his head, and dark, thick glasses sitting atop of his nose. and his resting face did not seem approaching at all. 

his eyes were searching through the crowded cafeteria, students blended into masses. but he was looking for just one specific person.

you.

you waved happily and his dark eyes met yours. his features changed slightly, barely noticeableably - but not for you. you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched gently, eyes softened, the hold on his bag loosened. 

“hi baby” you hummed when he approached you, leaning to place a tender kiss atop of your head. your friends exchanged surprised looks. 

“hi. i brought you snacks” he hummed, voice low. 

as he handed you the goods - your favorite bar and drink - he glared at your company. someone shivered. 

he always brought you snacks. you didn’t even have to tell him what is your favorite one, exactly - he was just observant like that. and he always had the same excuse–

“i just picked this up on my way ‘cause i wanted something for myself. no big deal” as he said, shrugging, a huge smile broke on your face. right, totally. 

“thank you, baby. you have a lecture now, right?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“yes. i’ll pick you up after your last class.” yuma nodded and ruffled your hair before walking away nonchalantly. 

there was a moment of silence before someone spoke up.

“nope, still scary!”

but the snacks in your hands told you otherwise.

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[4songbird]

well yes... #meandyumairl!!!

[4songbird]

getting back into the smau rush because I'm on school holiday rn and i must post as much as possible cus i have a billion competitions next year… oh gawd… this is the price i pay for being in two divisions and picking multiple sports 💔

[4songbird]

i have so many taesan fic drafts in my docs....... i was supposed to go back to japan for summer..... waiting a whole week for my poll results....... goodness gracious 😭 but ykw it's okay cus my sion pcs are otw

[blissfullsvn]

bungee

summary. there are two things to know about han taesan. one, han taesan is hard to understand, and two, han taesan does not like you. it turns out that neither of these are particularly true.

pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, college/university!au word count. 1.3k warning. brief mention of drinks being spiked (not from MCs) a/n. in love with the concept of taesan looking so cool but being the most idiotic specimen on earth but even i think he’s questionable here 🧍‍♀️ nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did! reblogs are welcomed with open arms :D masterlist

taesan has always been a bit of an enigma.

he dresses like your typical emo skater boy, but is obsessed with chococat. he hates being called a cat, but has all kinds of cat-related accessories for his outfits. he looks like he would never be seen within a five-meter radius of any dessert, but always has five packs of pudding in his bag. 

but above all, what truly confuses you is how he treats you.

for starters, taesan doesn’t like you.

at the very least, he’s uncomfortable around you.

that’s a well-established fact. has been, ever since you started hanging out with jaehyun and naturally integrated with the rest of his group. taesan has always kept his distance with you, even after you’ve grown close enough with everyone else for them to show up at your door unannounced. whenever it comes to you, he’s always chosen to be at the sidelines, walk a few steps behind, pipe up with minimal responses.

but it’s not like you have anything against him for that. you know it’s impossible for everyone to get along, even if it’s within the same friend group—especially when you joined later than everyone else—and it’s not like taesan has ever said or done anything offensive to you; he just . . . tolerates you. 

as easily as your friends welcomed you with open arms, you simply accepted that that’s just how it’ll be between the two of you; floating in parallel orbits without ever reaching each other. and you’re okay with that.

. . . despite your tiny, little crush on him.

you don’t know when it started, but from some moment onwards, you frequently found your eyes drifting towards taesan. on monday, when the lecture is particularly boring; on wednesday, when the lecturer enters ten minutes late; on thursday, when his smile is especially blinding and there are strands of white fur on his black tee.

so, maybe your crush isn’t actually minuscule, and the chances of it being reciprocated are less than zero, but you can live with it. that’s just how taesan is with you.

but that’s also why it’s confusing when taesan does things that are so . . . uncharacteristic.

like when you’re having lunch at the cafeteria, and he casually picks up the banchan on his own tray to replenish yours. or when you let out a whisper that you’re cold, and he’s the first to remove his jacket to drape it over you. or when you once dug through your bag and pockets to find a hair tie before settling with a pen, and from then on you always see him with a hair tie on his wrist.

it’s even more confusing when you stare at him afterwards, equal parts flustered and fluttery, and all he does is look back at you in question, as if asking you “what's up?”, like what he did was nothing out of the ordinary; like it’s something he has no problem doing for you; like it’s something as normal as breathing.

and then, when you’re left to wonder what exactly it means, losing sleep and sanity, taesan would show up the next day, acting as usual—distant, aloof, withdrawn.

as much of a whiplash it is, you can’t say it’s particularly surprising. taesan, in all his enigmatic glory, has always been difficult to understand, to comprehend, to grasp.

but right now, you might be a step closer to figuring him out.

“don’t.” taesan’s hand is around your wrist, grip firm but gentle. he’s huffing a little, hair disheveled. it’s clear he had been running towards you, but you haven’t a single clue why. 

“what . . . are you doing?” you look at your wrist, the way his hand engulfs it entirely, and then to his eyes. his pupils are so deep and dark that you’re drawn in immediately, and it’s then that you realise: you and taesan have never looked at each other face-to-face, this close before.

instead of looking away, which is what you expected and what he would have done, he does something completely uncharacteristic, once again.

for the first time, taesan takes a step inside your orbit.

your breath hitches at the proximity, and you almost want to ask if jaehyun is around the corner, filming this as a poor idea of a prank. but it’s taesan who’s in front of you, and he would never agree to anything like that. especially not when he’s looking at you like . . . that.

it’s so intense that you have to look away, find a spot on the gravel to ground yourself. but that doesn’t last long, because you’re immediately pulled back to him when he speaks, just like a force to a satellite.

“don’t have dinner with him,” he says—commands.

under normal circumstances, you might have butterflies. be thrilled, even. because this implies that he had been thinking about you; that what you do does affect him.

but right now, what you feel is something closer to indignation. you’re all dolled up, ready to meet someone new and have some fun, and hopefully rid yourself of your chronic illness of pining. but then the reason for all this comes and demands like you owe him?

before you can chew him out, taesan speaks again, and all the words on the tip of your tongue immediately melt away.

“he’s a terrible person.” he clenches his jaw. “has a reputation for . . . tampering with people’s drinks.” his grip on you tightens. “and i overheard him offering to take someone else out tomorrow.

“so . . .” he softens, his fingers slackened against your skin, “don’t go out with him.”

“i. . . .” you open your mouth but shut it immediately. this was the last thing you expected him to say when he came up to you, so you’re not entirely sure how to reply. you decide to say the most appropriate thing first: “thank you for telling me.

“but . . .” you continue before he adds anything, “why?”

“why?” taesan repeats, reeling back in surprise. “what do you mean?”

“why . . . did you come all the way here?” you tilt your head in question. “your class just ended, didn’t it? that means you ran all the way from campus to my dorm to tell me this. which i’m super grateful for, of course!” you add quickly. “but i’m just . . . confused.” internally, you wonder when you’re ever not confused by him. “a phone call would have sufficed.”

taesan blinks, as if he hadn’t thought about that.

“oh.” he lets out. “that . . . wasn’t on my mind.” he scratches his nape. “i just wanted to see you.”

you freeze, your brain short-circuiting. it takes a while to recover, but even then, taesan is still looking at you like he hadn’t just spewed out your new sleep-deprivation material, like it’s truly something as normal as breathing for him.

“taesan.” you call out, and the way his thumb brushes your skin in response sends a jolt down your spine. “do you . . .” you pause, rethinking your wording, before deciding on a far safer option. “are we good?”

“huh?” he tilts his head, wondering if you’re making a joke. when he sees that you’re not, he answers definitively. “of course.”

you let out a shaky breath, unconsciously leaning towards him. so . . . you’re good. taesan doesn’t dislike you. that’s good enough—no, way better news than anything.

“okay.” you nod, and a strike of confidence hits you. emboldened by the newfound knowledge, you inch closer. “i’m all dressed up, but i just found out my date is an asshole. what should i do, taesan?”

“huh?” taesan looks flustered, and you revel in that information now that the smokescreen blocking your vision has disappeared. “you . . . can still go out?” his tone is hesitant and clumsy, but nothing short of endearing.

“right.” you nod. “so go out with me, taesan.”

taesan splutters. “w–what?”

“be my date instead, taesan.”

and for the first time, you know what his answer is going to be.

a/n. don’t you just love it when ppl discover communication

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[4songbird]

literally so cute... i love

[astrae4]

TRY NOT TO SPILL YOUR SECRET RELATIONSHIP ON A BUS FULL OF NOSY STUDENTS: HARD MODE | Kim Woonhak

pairings — boynextdoor’s student!woonhak x student!reader (non idol au)

genre — romance, secret relationship, tooth rotting fluff

warnings — none! (wc. 1.2k)

note — had a lot of fun writing this hehe…woonhak’s so cute..

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THE BRIGHT CHATTERS of loud students hits your eardrum before you even step foot into the bus. It’s expected, of course. Even your homeroom teacher isn’t able to get the class fully quiet unless he shouts at all of you.

Today’s conversations seem to be louder thanks to the school trip you’re about to experience in a few hours. Excited gossip flowing all around you as classmates try to find a seat and catch up on all the tea they missed while focusing on midterms.

You move to the back of the bus where your friend group’s seated. A snowman keychain on your sparkly pink backpack jingles as you try shoving your way to the end of the bus.

You’re dressed up more than usual like everyone else. After all, it’s the one day in school where you and the rest of the class can wear free clothes ( although there were lots of rules as well…like no shorts and crops ) and not your boring ol’ uniform.

You find your outfit sort of matching your glittery bag—fitting for your personality. You’re wearing a pink shirt with light blue overalls, your hair in low pigtails and your favorite pair of pink sneakers on.

You giggle slightly to yourself at the thought of Woonhak’s reaction.

You and Woonhak had just called the night before, initially on voice chat to play co-op video games which then led to just vid-calling on what to wear during the school trip.

You were asking him what overalls you should use ( you had two: one in light blue and one in dark blue ) when Woonhak dropped a bomb on you. The conversation kind off went like this…

“I like the light one, but doesn’t the darker blue contrast better with my pink shirt?” You had asked seriously.

Woonhak blinked, then squinted his eyes as if that’d help him see better even though he’s still on the other side of the screen, in his green pjs, and eating a bag of chips. “I don’t see the difference. You’d look too pretty anyways for me to pay attention to the contrast of your outfit.”

You remember almost dropping your pair of overalls, face getting hot at the sudden flirting.

Of course, like teenagers do, you responded dumbly. “Oh.”

It was quiet for a moment as Woonhak processed what he said—always the type to speak without thinking first.

“WAIT I MEAN—“

You had ended the night with a newly acquired boyfriend after cutting Woonhak off of his rambling with a ‘why don’t we just date then?’.

Woonhak’s your first boyfriend too. ( giggles )

For the plot, you and Woonhak decided to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of your friends. There was even a wager.

The first person to spill the tea to your friends has to buy the other premium ice cream.

You should have known that it wasn’t going to be as easy as your ego had thought it was.

Your first mistake was sitting next to your new boyfriend.

Your second mistake was forgetting that the back of the bus is premium gossip territory. It’s where rumors are born, spread, and mutated into something unrecognizable by the time the bus even leaves the school gates.

Woonhak greets you with a lopsided grin as you plop into the seat beside him. His hair’s slightly damp—probably rushed through his morning routine—but his hoodie looks ironed, which means he probably changed outfits three times before leaving the house. You know this because you’ve been dating for 13 hours and can already tell.

“Hi,” he says, like he didn’t already talk to you for two hours last night and react to your Story this morning.

“Hi,” you say back, lips twitching.

It’s awkward. The good kind. The butterflies-in-your-stomach kind. The kind that makes your cheeks warm and your fingers fidget with your keychain.

Across the aisle, one of your friends raises a brow. “You two are matching.”

You both freeze.

You are matching. Pink top, denim on both ends. You try not to glance at Woonhak’s pink hoodie and jeans. Bad idea. Now you’re hyper-aware that he smells like citrus body spray and your knees are touching and you are so screwed.

He plays it cool. “Really? Guess we’re both just fashionable.”

Lies. You both panic-picked outfits over video call while lying on your stomachs like you were in a teen romcom.

Your third mistake was laughing a little too hard at his joke.

Like, really hard. Like you just watched a viral meme edit with distorted screaming and subtitles in Comic Sans ( The amount of Woonhak x Comic Sans stories I’ve read are diabolical. Let me add on to it.. ). You even slapped his arm for dramatic effect.

And that’s when the heads really started turning.

“Okayyy,” someone two seats in front of you says, dragging the word out like they’re already suspicious. “What’s so funny?”

You immediately sit up straighter, hands clutching your backpack like it’s a life raft. “Nothing. Just—Woonhak said something dumb.”

“Nothing new,” Woonhak says smoothly, trying to save it, but you can hear the slight waver in his voice.

Someone from the other side of the bus pipes in. “Why are you two matching though?”

You blink. “Matching? We’re not matching.”

“You’re literally both wearing pink and denim,” a voice says from the row behind. “That’s couple-coded behavior.”

“Not everything is couple-coded!” you say quickly, way too defensive for someone supposedly not hiding a relationship.

“Oh my god,” one of your friends whispers, eyes widening dramatically. “Are you guys…dating?”

“NO—” you say.

“YES—” Woonhak says.

Silence.

Actual silence. Like, someone-even-paused-their-music silence.

You turn to him so slowly it could be played in a horror film with violin screeches in the background. Woonhak’s eyes are wide. He knows what he just did. He’s already mouthing sorry sorry sorry, like that’s gonna save him.

You force out a laugh. “He’s joking. He thinks he’s funny. He’s not.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Woonhak nods quickly. “It’s like… a bit. We’re doing a bit. For content.”

“For what content?” someone asks.

You blink. “…Our documentary. On, uh, teen relationships. That we’re not in.”

There’s a beat of silence before your best friend leans over the back of the seat and squints at the two of you.

“You’re lying.”

You try to look offended. “I am not!”

“Then why is your face red?” they ask.

You panic-laugh again. You sound like a broken squeaky toy. “Because it’s hot!”

“It’s literally air-conditioned.”

“Maybe I’m allergic to lies,” Woonhak mumbles under his breath.

You jab him in the ribs. He coughs.

This is fine. Everything’s fine. The bus hasn’t even left the parking lot and you’re already on the verge of fumbling the whole relationship.

You lean against the window dramatically. You whisper, “I swear to god if I lose this bet—”

“You’ll still be my girlfriend,” he whispers back, annoyingly smug.

You groan.

This is gonna be the longest field trip of your life.

Hard mode? Try impossible.

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[slytherinshua]

ıllı　NCT WISH AS F2 DRIVERS　( 엔시티 위시 )

genre headcanons , non-romantic (no y/n) , f2 driver!nct wish   cw slight profanity in some?? , i don't actually watch f2 so there may be some SLIGHT innacuracies, if so i am very sorry </3 , not proofread   wc 1508   request no   note i had the time of my LIFE writing this oml this was so fun and cute and i'm screaming wishies in f2!!!!!!!! ughhh they're adorable. @hhaechansmoless ik we talked abt this idea before i'm so glad i could write it skdjks   net @kstrucknet @neocity-net

OH SION ﾐ 오시온

was probably the f3 champion or at least runner up

gets signed to a popular team like prema, and is probably destined for ferrari 

it’s seriously only a matter of time before he’s their next golden boy, certain to win some of those italian grand prixs

like he would look so good in the red gear, and everyone is always talking about him for his skills on track 

he doesn’t do too hot in the f2 championship, but he’d have his own ollie bearman moment and be a reserve driver for one of the f1 teams during the year

he does well under pressure, so he basically secures his seat during that drive

everyone is talking about him and only him for weeks, and he’s getting offers from almost every team who is looking to sign a rookie the next year

the other f2 drivers who did better than him in that championship are jealous they couldn’t have their moment like he did 

but ultimately he does deserve the seat, even though he didn’t have the best season

he’s a young, talented driver, and he’d definitely quickly become a fan favourite

both from the promo videos at prema, but i could also see him posting race behind vlogs and stuff like that very early on (from f3 days)

fans get to know his personality and love him for his shy cute self off track, but focused precise driving on track

MAEDA RIKU ﾐ 前田 陸

riku is the type of f2 driver that’s been there for a season or two, still waiting for his call for an f1 seat

everyone in the paddock knows him and loves him 

the newer f2 drivers are a bit intimidated by him, because he has won many races before and is more experienced

but he’s so nice to everyone there, truly an alex albon type of guy

jokes around with the younger drivers and doesn’t hold back to give advice if they ask for it

he’s also the first person to check up on someone after a race if they had a crash or anything

he has some cute radio messages, and is super close with his race engineer

would definitely have a kimi antonelli esque race engineer therapy video 

and if he were ever to film behind the scenes stuff for the team or just personal, he would always feature his trainer, race engineers, and mechanics 

he’s truly just the sunshine on the paddock, you could never hate him

even his top rivals in a season can’t seem to hate him

he can make some risky moves on track to fight for the championship, but he’s never one to drive unfairly 

he’s also a beast during qualifying, which secures him a position in the top 3 for the starting grid nearly every weekend

his experience comes in handy for sure, but he’s practically been this good since debut

once he finally gets a call back from one of the f1 teams, i see him driving for mclaren or aston martin

TOKUNO YUSHI ﾐ 得能勇志

he’s not signed to the best team in f2, and definitely has a tractor of a car and constant car struggles

BUT BOY CAN HE DRIVE THAT TRACTOR

he’s a beast at overtaking, and from his first race in f2, he gets people talking because of his skills on track 

even if he has a bad qualifying, he will get in that lawn mower and move up the field like max verstappen in brazil 2024

he has tough competition within the grid, so he’s not winning every week by any stretch of the imagination

but he does ensure he gets the best result possible every week, and he’s constantly scoring more points

his strength is his consistency, and it pays off with his ranking in the championships

his eyes are always on an f1 seat, of course

that has been his end goal from the day he started karting 

i see him starting out in one of the lower teams, like VCARB, or possibly he would get a seat at williams

it’s rough to adjust to f1 at first, going from winning often in f2 to racing against much more experienced drivers

but he will consistently score some points in his rookie season in f1

he’s not the most talked about rookie or driver, but his fanbase would grow significantly through the later seasons

he just needs some time to show off his true talent

by his second or third season in f1, he will have moved up to a team like red bull or mercedes

KIM DAEYOUNG ﾐ 김대영

is he the best f2 driver ever? no

but he never gives up, which is admirable 

he’ll have super tough weekends, but still get through it all with a smile on his face

he may never get promoted to f1, but he will for sure stay as a reserve driver for multiple teams 

he’s constantly fighting for his chance to have his moment and impress anyone he can 

but he’s also cursed with some type of bad luck 

he’d start out a season as the championship favourite, ending each race in a decent position, maybe even winning some races

but his season would only get worse as it went on, and it’s not because of his driving skills

DNFs, crashes, car problems, anything you could think of would find its way to mess up Daeyoung’s season 

as if the racing gods are against him 

still, he’d have one of those loyal as fuck fanbases

even when he has a bad weekend, his fans are relentlessly rooting for him 

a franco colapinto situation, if you will

sometimes he performs better than anyone else on the grid

sometimes he crashes on the first few laps

the inconsistency is probably why he still hasn’t gotten a seat in f1

but he’s constantly working to improve his racing in any way he can despite his bad luck

anyone on the grid will tell you he’s a hard worker, luck just seems to be against him most days

his lows are low and frequent, but his highs are very high

HIROSE RYO ﾐ 廣瀬遼

this little guy in his very first season of f2 attracts allllll the drama

he probably stole a seat from a fan favourite the season before

so half of the f2 fanbase is already against him 

he does not care, though

his driving on track is a bit insane

he’s competitive like nobodies business, and frankly quite ruthless too

he ignores his strategists calls and divebombs for risky overtakes that somehow work 80% of the time

the other 20% when it doesn’t, he looks like a stupid rookie of course

but unlike Daeyoung, Ryo has luck on his side

f2 commentators are quick to notice his ruthless driving style and pure hunger to win 

and the cutthroat driving on track contrasting with his cute face standing on podiums is honestly baffling 

even though he makes his own decisions sometimes to the frustration of his team, they still adore him 

he’s a little feisty, but somehow wins over everyone older than him like a charm 

they can’t help but fall for this ballsy 16-17 year old who is determined to make it to f1

his risky driving pays off in the championship, and he would probably end up winning it 

even if he ranks up the most penalties of any driver on the grid lol

he really is super talented for his age and everyone can see that!

if he gets signed to f1, he would end up on a team like red bull or alpine

FUJINAGA SAKUYA ﾐ 藤永咲哉

this boy is still in his karting days, wdym f2

skdjks kidding sakuya has made it to the f2 paddock, and he’s immediately winning everyone over with how adorable he is

whenever the camera zooms on him in his car getting ready for quali or a race and all you can see is his big boba eyes staring out of the helmet, it might just be the cutest thing in existence 

on track he is a pretty fast driver, but definitely isn’t competing for the championship 

there are so many more experienced drivers on the grid, he does his best but his top result during the season is probably a p5

he definitely has some wins under his belt, especially during his karting and f4 days

isn’t a prodigy by any means, but he definitely has some talent to speak of

he has good reaction skills and reflexes, so while other drivers are crashing on track, he’s able to avoid most collisions and save his race

honestly he’s just there™

doesn’t have much drama during the seasons, doesn’t impress with his driving skills that much 

he would probably have to do another season or two in f2 before he’d even be on a list to consider for f1, but he’s constantly showing improvement and growth so there definitely is hope for him!!

he’s honestly just there to have fun, though 

even if he doesn’t make it to f1, he wouldn’t care too much

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[4songbird]

oh HELL yes... wishies and racing is my typa stuff ☝️

[nekobbin]

forever grieving the fact that we don’t use twitter everyday in real life like in those idol smaus,, like imagine just posting whatever thought you have in mind or updating and interacting only with your close friends💔💔💔💔💔

also the way we kinda got close to it with the app “threads” but it didn’t last even two weeks💔

[4songbird]

not even joking i think abt this every month