Ji!

Wait…I’m kinda goated

[ajoochip]

→ Welcome to ajoochip!!(previously 1m0nm0n1) my names AJ and/or Ji! I’m a 09 liner and I write for a number of groups/kdramas and soon anime’s!!!

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DISCLAIMER

I do not write smut simply because I’m not experienced on that topic so please do not request smut!! But other than that I’ll write anything.

[ajoochip]

I was thinking, and I realized that I can write on my own time and that makes me feel better and also motivated to write because I’ve been getting some ideas 👀👀👀 

[ajoochip]

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Came back cuz I saw this…wtf

[ajoochip]

Someone please give me the motivation to write

[theficdiary]

Weak Hero Headcanons

By: @oyasumiaikko

pinkette - weak hero boys with fem! reader who has dyed her hair pink

let the world burn - how the weak hero boys would protect you, and the lengths they would go to for your safety and happiness.

manicure - weak hero boys x fem! reader who gets her nails done

skincare - weak hero boys with fem! reader who decides to do their skincare

love language - how the weak hero boys make you feel loved / what makes them feel loved.

By: @myraniellejkelly

WHC Boys reacting to you wearing their outfit

WHC Boys and reader reacting their child’s first word

WHC Boys with a petite and busty s/o part 1

Giving your hand to WHC boys and see what their reaction

WHC boys reacting to you reaching their phone pt2

By: @whcfreak

WHC BOYS x MUTE/DEAF READER!! -

DRUNK ACCIDENT - WHC BOYS SMAU - you two are post break-up (that ended on bad terms). One day, they get drunk and finally tells you about how they are feeling without you, something they wouldn’t ever do while sober.

WHC BOYS ON VALENTINES DAY !! - Valentine-themed headcanons + a photo that would suit their Valentine’s vibe

WHC BOYS ON YOUR PERIOD - them taking care of you on your period.

By: @suhoholic

how each WHC boy would react to a spider - how i think each boy would act if you asked them to grab a spider for you.

how each whc boy takes care of you .. - how each of the boys show that they care about you, in their own way.

accidental pregnancy with the weak hero class boys - how the boys react and deal with their significant other falling pregnant accidentally.

when the whc boys wake up to an empty bed after your first time together ... - how the boys react when they wake up to find you missing the morning after you both get intimate for the first time together. ( text messages / smau )

telling the whc boys you found their best friend on a dating app ! - how each boy reacts when you prank them by telling them you randomly came across their best friend on a dating app. (smau)

leaving hickeys on the whc boys - how each boy reacts when you leave behind hickey's on them in a visible place.

when the wch boys have a crush on you - how each boy deals with having a crush on you, and how long it takes for them to confess.

how the whc boys react to you having a big chest - how each boy acts around a partner who has a bigger than average chest size.

how the boys react to you having a K-pop idol with you in your pfp - how each boy reacts to you having another guy with you in your ig pfp (except it's just a kpop idol they don't know).

how the whc boys react when their significant other calls them bro ! - your boyfriend is not amused when you decide to refer to him as 'bro'.

When the WHC boys mistake a burn mark for a hickey ! - when your boyfriend notices a mark on your neck, he tries to comprehend what he's looking at, surely it can't be what he thinks it is.

asking the WHC boys to buy you Plan B! - how each of the boy's react when they're asked to buy the morning after pill for their partner.

how they react when you fall asleep when you're with them ! - falling asleep around your boyfriend isn't something you do often, but when you do they appreciate the moment in their own ways.

texts the weak hero boys (1 & 2) would send you - random conversations you’ve had with them on messages

shaping love into cookies  - when you and your boyfriend decided to bake cookies, it's a mess but it's a cute one

𝓼leepover in my house - when you and boyfriend make sleepover for a Thursday, it surely another one of your chaos

minecraft with your boyfriend - when you're playing mc by yourself, your boyfriend decides to hop in with you for a little gameplay with you, growing your bond more

By: @1eejunyoung

whc characters as your lovers — they saw you with other guy

whc characters as your lovers and u calling them “bro”

By: @realforvampz

WEAK HERO BOYS...making out/leaving..hickeys

WEAK HERO BOYS…being touch starved

WEAK HERO BOYS..as your boyfriend!

WEAK HERO BOYS... coming over!!!

WEAK HERO BOYS... having to undress for you! to heal them of their wounds!

By: @xoxolaw

their partner taking care of them and being a motherly figure. - their partner taking care of them and being a motherly figure.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡'𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 - in which Jun-Tae’s older sister swoops in to save him from Choi Hyo-Man’s gang with her magnetic charm and sharp wit, leaving her friends in awe and the bullies in retreat

by: @gotaksboyfie

"think fast, i'm a random girl!"

when you're on your period hc's

By: @speedywizardland

being caught in 'awkward' positions with the whc boys

whc boys scenario where they're on a date with reader and see someone hitting/flirting with them

By: @weakheronicki

Blood Ties - Each chapter depicts the reaction of the older brothers from Weak Hero Class when their sister is harassed or attacked by bullies. Includes street fight scenes, intense dialogue, and the brothers’ protection according to their personalities

Nails on Skin

By: @aliceskzfan

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 - how first dates would go with the whc guys

RANDOM KISS!! - How they'd react if you randomly kissed them out of nowhere.

GETTING CAUGHT!! - their reaction when someone walks in on you kissing

By: @dumplingg000

whc boys gave you hickeys and you confront them about it - in which the WHC boys gave you hickeys and you confront them about it (as ur bf!).

whc boys see you with another guy and misunderstand the situation pt2 - in which the whc boys see you with another guy and misunderstand the situation (as ur bf!)

“Wanna have ramyeon back at my place?” - You ask them the infamous question, and how they react. By: @redkallie

it’s too cliche, i won’t say i’m in love… ♥︎ - ever wondered what kind of trope you and the weak hero cast might be in? By: @scirelistener

characters when you cry while patching them up By: @vargrblood

Weak hero class - text messages by: @rose24207

Weak Hero Class Boys With A Shy Girlfriend - Headcanons about the Weak Hero Class boys dealing with (and secretly loving) their really shy, soft-spoken girlfriend By: @pixiexdusts-world

el gato! - How the WHC boys would act around cats By: @10baku

"Guilt, love, and tears" - How the Weak Hero Class boys react to you getting hurt. By: @kaylasyx

kisses with the boys of whc² By: @sknyuz

sleepyhead reader - in which a sleepy, carefree reader often dozes off. How would your friend/boyfriend react to it? By: @carixie

WHC BOYS x INSECURE fem!READER - reader is insecure (mostly physical appearance focused), and her boyfriend’s reaction. By: @janetsboys

weak hero characters as a crazy ex By: @ajoochip

“i think im falling for you” - the exact moment they realize they’re falling in love with you. By: @pushinpieta

whc boys being caught making out with you. By: @yversz

reactions to reader sending a picture of them wearing one of their clothes? By: @slaybinnie

By: @aliceskzfan

NAKED SHOCK!! - how the WHC boys would act if they accidentally walked in on reader changing (18+)

SPECIAL GIFT!! - You dress up in lingerie as a special gift for your boyfriend (18+)

SQUIRTING!! - when you squirt for the first time with them (18+)

WITH INEXPERIENCED GF!! - whc boys with a girlfriend who's a virgin/inexperienced in sex (it's just smut) (18+)

GIVING OR RECEIVING? — WHC BOYS x fem!READER - Do they prefer eating you out or getting a blowjob? By: @janetsboys (18+)

a little tease - reader who decides to wear a sexy lingerie to surprise them. By: @oyasumiaikko (18+)

[ajoochip]

I was added oml🥹🥹

[ajoochip]

Hiii babiii I saw you added &team to your masterlist and I was wondering if you could make a short fic on what kind of boyfriend would Jo be???

Thank you and have a good day/night🩷🩷

JOOOOOO I love that man he would genuinely be the best bf ever. I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!

Sweet baby

► pairing | Bf!Jo x Fem!reader

► Synopsis | Jo just being the best boyfriend

► word count | 1.8k

► warnings | none all sweetness

Being with Asakura Jo felt like something out of a dream you didn’t even realize you had.

→ He wasn’t loud about his love, didn’t need grand gestures or big declarations to prove how much he cared. It showed in the little things—the way he paid attention, the way he handled you like something precious. Jo was gentle in a way that felt rare, like he was constantly aware of you, of your feelings, of how easily the world could overwhelm you.

Sometimes it almost made you laugh, how careful he was. Like you were made of glass and he was terrified of being the one to crack you. His hands would linger for just a second before touching you, as if silently asking for permission. When he hugged you, it was always warm and secure, never too tight, never too loose—just enough to make you feel safe.

And the way he looked at you… it was almost embarrassing sometimes. Like nothing else existed when you were talking. Like every word you said mattered.

Especially on days like this.

You were curled up on the couch, knees tucked close to your chest, your laptop abandoned beside you. Papers, notes, and half-finished assignments were scattered across the table like they were mocking you. Everything felt like too much—too many deadlines, too much pressure, not enough time.

Jo had noticed immediately.

He always did.

Now he was crouched in front of you, close enough that you could feel his presence grounding you. Your hands were in his, his thumbs gently brushing over your knuckles in slow, soothing motions.

“And my stupid ass professor keeps giving me stuff before I can even finish my other work,” you choked out, your voice breaking as the frustration finally spilled over. “It’s like I can’t catch up no matter how hard I try.”

The tears came before you could stop them, hot and overwhelming.

Jo didn’t interrupt. He didn’t rush you or try to fix it right away.

He just listened.

Really listened.

His gaze stayed on you the entire time, soft and steady, like he was holding you together just by being there. When your words started to stumble into quiet sobs, he finally moved—lifting one hand from yours to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks.

His touch was feather-light, careful, like even your tears were something fragile.

“Hey…” he murmured softly, his voice calm and grounding. “It’s okay. You don’t have to handle all of it at once.”

You sniffled, trying to steady your breathing, but it still came out shaky.

“Would you like some help with the work?” he asked, tilting his head just slightly, his tone so gentle it made your chest ache in a completely different way.

You looked at him—really looked at him—and there it was again. That expression. Like helping you wasn’t a burden. Like being there for you was exactly where he wanted to be.

You nodded, small and quiet.

“Okay,” Jo said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He didn’t let go of your hands right away. Instead, he gave them a small squeeze, reassuring, grounding you before he finally stood up. He grabbed your laptop and papers, setting them neatly on the table instead of the chaotic mess they had been before.

“Let’s take it one thing at a time,” he added, glancing back at you. “We’ll figure it out together.”

And somehow, with him there—voice calm, presence steady, hands still brushing against yours every now and then—it didn’t feel impossible anymore.

Being with Asakura Jo didn’t make your problems disappear.

But he made them feel lighter.

Manageable.

→ Dating Jo meant learning to love the in-between moments. The rushed calls. The quiet check-ins. The way his voice had to replace his presence more often than either of you liked.

He was busy—constantly moving, constantly working, always surrounded by schedules and people and expectations. There were days you barely got a text, days where time zones and exhaustion made everything feel just slightly out of reach. But even then… Jo never let you feel forgotten.

Because the second he had even a sliver of time, he chose you.

It didn’t matter if it was five minutes between rehearsals or a quick break before heading somewhere else—he was already reaching for his phone, already dialing your number like it was instinct.

Like you were.

Those calls weren’t long, and they weren’t anything grand. But they meant everything.

He’d ask the simplest things—if you ate, if you slept, if you went outside at all. Sometimes it felt almost silly, the way he checked in, but you knew why he did it. Jo worried. Not in a suffocating way, but in a quiet, constant way that showed just how much space you took up in his heart.

He never wanted you to feel like you came second to his career.

Not even for a second.

It was already 2 p.m.

You knew that because you’d checked the time at least five times now, each glance making you feel a little worse than before. You’d woken up at 9 a.m., eyes opening to the dull light of your room… and then never left your bed.

Your blankets were still wrapped around you, your body heavy, like even the idea of getting up was too much.

Your phone was the only thing keeping you distracted, thumb lazily scrolling through apps you weren’t even paying attention to. Hours passed like that—quiet, slow, unproductive.

You sighed, staring at the screen without really seeing it.

And then it lit up.

Incoming call: Jo🩷🩷

You blinked, surprised.

He was away right now—busy with concerts, rehearsals, interviews. You knew his schedule was packed today, so a call like this… you hadn’t been expecting it at all.

Still, your heart lifted instantly.

You answered without hesitation, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hi, baby,” you said softly, your voice still a little groggy.

On the other end, his voice came through warm and familiar, like comfort wrapped in sound.

“Hi, y/n,” Jo replied, and you could practically hear the small smile in his voice. “How’s your day going?”

You hesitated.

There was no real way to dress it up.

“Well… I guess,” you muttered, glancing around your room. “What about you?”

“I just got done with rehearsal,” he said. “I’m back at the hotel now. The team wanted to go look around for a bit, but… I had some time, so I wanted to call you.”

Your chest tightened a little at that.

Out of everything he could’ve been doing—resting, going out, enjoying the city—he chose this.

He chose you.

“That’s sweet of you, Jo,” you said, a small smile finally forming.

There was a brief pause, the kind that wasn’t awkward—just him thinking.

“Did you eat today?” he asked gently.

Of course that was his first question.

You let out a quiet breath, almost embarrassed. “No… I haven’t gotten out of bed.”

Silence.

Not the bad kind—but the kind where you knew he was processing, worrying just a little.

“Y/n…” he said softly, his tone shifting just enough to show concern. “You should really go eat something.”

His voice wasn’t scolding. It never was. Just gentle, steady… caring.

“I’ll send you some money if you need, okay?” he added, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, pushing yourself up so you were sitting instead of lying down.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I have food here.”

“Okay,” he replied, sounding a little more at ease. “Just… make sure you eat, alright? Even something small.”

There it was again—that quiet care. Not forcing, not pushing too hard. Just enough to nudge you in the right direction.

“I will,” you said, softer this time.

You could hear movement on his end—voices faint in the background, a door opening somewhere.

“I think I have to go soon,” he said reluctantly. “They’re calling me.”

Of course they were.

You swallowed the small disappointment that settled in your chest. You were used to it by now, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. “Have fun. I love you.”

There was no hesitation.

“I love you too,” Jo replied immediately.

And just like that, the call ended.

The room felt quiet again.

But it wasn’t the same kind of empty as before.

You stared at your phone for a moment longer before setting it down, letting out a small breath. Then, slowly—like it didn’t feel quite as impossible anymore—you pushed the blankets off your legs and stood up.

Because even if he wasn’t there in person…

Jo still found a way to take care of you.

Even from miles away.

→ In the end, being with Jo wasn’t about big, flashy moments or a perfect, storybook kind of love—it was something quieter, steadier, and somehow even more meaningful.

He was the kind of boyfriend who showed up in every way that mattered. Not always physically—because his life didn’t allow that—but emotionally, consistently, and without fail. He was always there when you needed him, even if “there” meant a phone call at a random hour or a quick text squeezed into a busy schedule. He never made you question where you stood with him, never made you feel like you were asking for too much.

Jo loved in a way that felt safe.

He paid attention to the little things—the way your voice changed when you were tired, the texts you sent when you weren’t feeling your best, the small habits that most people would overlook. And he remembered. He always remembered. Whether it was reminding you to eat, asking how something important went, or just checking in for no reason at all, he made it clear that you were always on his mind.

Even from far away, he found ways to close the distance.

It wasn’t always easy. There were moments you missed him so much it ached, times when you wished he could just be there beside you instead of behind a screen. But somehow, Jo made it feel manageable. He never let the distance turn into doubt. Never let his absence feel like neglect.

Because no matter how busy he was, no matter how far he went, he always came back to you in the ways he could.

And that was what made him so special.

Jo didn’t just say he loved you—he showed it. In his patience, in his softness, in the way he made space for you in a life that was already so full. He made you feel seen, cared for, and important… not just when it was convenient, but all the time.

Being loved by him wasn’t overwhelming or complicated.

It was warm. Reassuring.

Constant.

And no matter what kind of day you were having, no matter how far apart you were, Jo always found a way to make sure you felt it.

[ajoochip]

I love how I basically just started this acc and i already wanna quit RAHHHGGGG

I’m so damn lazy and I feel like I’m letting you guys down bc of how little I post :((

Idk maybe I’m just being dramatic 🥲

[ajoochip]

Request are open btw if you wanna send some while I’m away

[ajoochip]

► Pairing | ot6 x reader

► Synopsis | pet names they’d call you.

► warnings | short read, not pr 😛

► authors note | bruh this is not mature content this is sweet as sugar 🫩

Keeho

- Baby / Babe

Keeho keeps it simple, but consistent. He’s the type to stick with “baby” or “babe” because it feels natural to him, not forced or overly cheesy. The more he says it, the more it just becomes you — to the point where hearing your actual name from him feels rare. He uses it casually in conversations, in teasing, in soft moments… it just fits everywhere. And even though it’s simple, the way he says it always has a little extra warmth behind it.

Taeyang

- My love / Love

Taeyang is also simple, but more reserved about it. “My love” or “love” is something he uses when it feels right, not all the time. He prefers saying it in quieter, more private moments — when it’s just the two of you and things feel calm. It’s not that he dislikes pet names, he just values the meaning behind them, so when he says it, it actually feels special and intentional.

Jiung

- Angel / Sweet pea

Jiung is 100% the type to use soft, slightly corny pet names — but he means every single one of them. Calling you “angel” comes naturally because that’s genuinely how he sees you: someone who brings him comfort, happiness, and peace. And “sweet pea”? It’s cute, a little cheesy, but that’s exactly why he likes it. He doesn’t care if it sounds old-fashioned — if it makes you smile, he’s using it.

Intak

- Princess / Baby / Babe

Intak switches between pet names depending on his mood. “Baby” and “babe” are his go-to, and he says them confidently, even in public without thinking twice. But “princess” is more reserved — something he uses in softer or more playful moments. It’s less about the word itself and more about how he says it. Over time, he uses pet names so much that your real name almost starts to feel secondary.

Soul

-Random / made-up names

Shota does not take pet names seriously at all. One day you’re “cupcake,” the next you’re “pumpkin,” then suddenly something completely random he just made up on the spot. Half the time, he’s saying it just to get a reaction out of you. But at the same time, it becomes his thing — giving you names no one else would think of. And somehow, even the dumbest ones end up feeling special because they’re his.

Jongseob

- Babe

Jongseob isn’t the type to confidently use pet names right away. At first, he avoids them because he’s unsure and a little shy about it. But one day, “babe” just slips out naturally — and after that, it sticks. He still doesn’t overuse it, but when he does say it, it feels genuine. It’s simple, a little awkward at times, but very him. He likes it because it feels safe and not too overwhelming.

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[ajoochip]

Probably won’t be putting anything out this week I’m rlly busy

[ajoochip]

why is tumblr tweaking 🫩 it keeps saying ‘no post found’ to all my fics WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING

[ajoochip]

► pairing | ot6 x reader

► synopsis | first date with p1h!!!

► warnings | none!

Keeho

Keeho is not doing a casual first date. He’s going all in.

From the second he asks you out, you already get the feeling it’s going to be something a little extra—and he absolutely delivers. He picks a really nice, upscale restaurant, the kind with dim lighting, soft music, and tables that make everything feel just a little more romantic without being over-the-top.

And yes, he’s 100% pulling up looking put together like he just walked out of a magazine. Not in a try-hard way—it’s just him. Effortlessly classy.

The moment you arrive, he’s already in host mode. Opening doors, guiding you in with a hand on your back, making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. He’s got reservations (of course he does), so there’s no waiting around—he planned this.

When you sit down, he’s watching you more than the menu, lowkey. Like, he cares about the food, but he cares more about how you’re reacting to everything. If you seem a little nervous, he’ll immediately lighten the mood—cracking a joke, teasing you just a bit, making sure it doesn’t feel stiff or intimidating.

“Relax,” he’d say with a small smile. “It’s just dinner… a really good one, but still.”

And don’t even worry about ordering—he’s got you.

Not in a controlling way, but in a “I want you to try the best things here” way. He might suggest dishes, share food with you, or hype up everything you pick like it’s the best decision ever.

And yes… he’s absolutely spoiling you.

Dessert? Already planned. Drinks? Covered. And at some point, he’s sliding a small bouquet of flowers across the table like it’s no big deal—even though it is.

“Just thought you should have these,” he’d shrug, like he didn’t put thought into it.

But what really makes the date feel like him isn’t just the fancy setting—it’s how he balances it out.

He keeps things fun. There’s laughter, playful teasing, moments where he leans in a little closer just to say something quietly to you. He makes eye contact a lot, like he’s genuinely interested in everything you’re saying, and he knows exactly how to make you feel special without making it overwhelming.

Being on a first date with Keeho means feeling spoiled, a little flustered, and very taken care of—all while still laughing.

Taeyang

A home date with Taeyang is the definition of “simple but done right.”

At first, you might think it’s lowkey—just staying in, nothing too crazy—but the second you step inside, you realize he put so much thought into it. The place is clean (like, suspiciously clean), the lighting is soft, maybe there are a few candles or fairy lights around, and there’s music playing quietly in the background. It’s warm, comfortable… and a little romantic in that effortless way.

He greets you with that soft smile of his, a little shy but clearly excited. Not overly flashy, just genuine.

“Come in,” he’d say, stepping aside, already a little proud of what he set up.

And then you find out he’s cooking for you.

Not just throwing something together either—he actually planned the meal. He’s moving around the kitchen, focused but relaxed, occasionally glancing over at you like he wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. He might even let you hang around him while he cooks, handing you little things to taste or asking, “Is this okay?” even though it already tastes amazing.

It feels domestic in the sweetest way.

There’s small talk, laughter, maybe a little teasing if you try to help and mess something up. He’s patient though—never rushing you, never making it feel awkward. It’s just easy.

When you finally sit down to eat, he’s watching your reaction more than anything else. The second you like it, you can see how happy that makes him.

After dinner, things slow down even more.

He’ll bring out his guitar—kind of casually, like it’s not a big deal—but you can tell he’s a little nervous about it. Not because he isn’t good, but because it means something. He’ll sit across from you or next to you, playing softly, maybe even singing a little under his breath.

And it’s not a whole performance—it feels personal. Like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you.

By the end of it, the two of you end up on the couch, a movie playing that neither of you are fully paying attention to. You’re tucked into his side, his arm around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm or shoulder.

It’s quiet, comfortable, and warm.

He’s not trying to impress you with anything extravagant—he’s just creating a space where you feel relaxed, cared for, and close to him.

Jiung

A first date with Jiung is basically two dates in one—and somehow he makes it feel completely effortless.

He’s picking you up himself, of course. Clean outfit, calm energy, that soft smile that instantly makes you feel at ease. He greets you like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s been looking forward to this.

“Ready?” he’d ask, already opening the door for you.

First stop: your favorite stores.

And the scary part? He’s observant. Like, dangerously observant.

You don’t even have to say you like something. You’ll just glance at a shirt for half a second, maybe touch the fabric, and suddenly he’s holding it up like, “This would look really good on you.” Before you can even protest, it’s already being added to the pile.

You try to argue? Doesn’t work.

“It’s fine,” he’d say casually. “I wanted to get it for you.”

And the way he says it—so calm, so sure—makes it really hard to push back. He’s not being flashy about it, either. It’s just quiet generosity, like he genuinely enjoys spoiling you a little.

He’ll walk around with you, carrying your bags without complaint, occasionally picking out things himself and insisting you try them on. And when you do? He’s leaning against a wall or sitting nearby, watching with that same soft, focused look.

The second you step out?

Yeah… he’s folding.

There’s this subtle change in his expression—like he’s impressed but trying not to make it a big deal. He’ll nod, maybe smile a little wider, and say something low like, “Yeah… that one’s yours.”

It’s smooth. It’s dangerous. It works every time.

By the time you leave, you think the date is wrapping up. You’ve shopped, you’ve talked, you’ve laughed—it already feels full.

But Jiung? He’s not done.

He casually mentions one more stop, and suddenly you’re standing outside a karaoke place.

You look at him, confused.

He just smiles.

“Come on,” he says, already pulling you inside.

And this is where his playful side really comes out.

At first, it’s all fun and games—laughing, picking random songs, hyping each other up. He’ll let you go first, clapping and smiling like your personal fan, maybe even teasing you a little just to make you laugh.

But then… he grabs the mic.

And oh.

It’s OVER.

Like, suddenly he’s putting his whole heart into it—not in a try-hard way, but enough to make you pause and just stare at him for a second.

He’ll glance at you mid-song with this little smirk, like, “Yeah, I did that.”

After that, it turns into a playful competition. He’s picking songs just to show off a little, hyping himself up, joking about how he’s clearly winning—even if you’re doing just as well.

“Be honest,” he’d say, handing you the mic. “I’m better, right?”

It’s light, fun, and a little chaotic in the best way.

By the end of the night, your throat hurts from singing, you’re carrying way more bags than you expected, and you’re laughing over something dumb he said over an hour ago.

Intak

An arcade date with Intak is pure chaos—in the best way possible.

He’s not trying to be overly fancy or impress you with something super serious. His whole goal? Make sure you’re having the most fun you’ve had in a while. So the second you walk into the arcade, lights flashing and music playing, he’s already grinning like a kid.

“Okay, we’re doing everything,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you further inside.

And he means it.

He’s dragging you from game to game—racing, basketball, rhythm games—anything that looks even remotely fun. And the entire time, he’s hyping you up like crazy.

“You got this! Easy win!”

— even if you’re very clearly losing 😭

But he doesn’t care about winning against you. If anything, he’s trying to win for you.

The claw machines? Oh, he’s locked in.

The second you even glance at a stuffed animal, he’s already cracking his knuckles like this is a serious mission. He’ll spend way too much time (and probably money) trying to get it, adjusting the claw angle like he’s a professional.

“Wait, wait—I got it this time.”

…he does not..

But does he give up? Absolutely not.

When he finally wins something, though? He’s so proud of himself it’s actually cute. He hands it to you like it’s the greatest achievement of the night.

“For you,” he says, smiling like he just conquered the world.

And then there’s the tickets.

He is determined to rack up as many as possible. He’s picking games he knows he’s good at, trying to beat high scores like his life depends on it.

You’ll catch him getting competitive for a second—focused, serious—before immediately turning back to you like, “Did you see that??” all excited again.

By the time you’re done, you’ve got a ridiculous amount of tickets.

And he’s not letting you walk away with something small.

“No, we’re getting you something good,” he insists, scanning the prize wall like it’s a strategic decision.

He’ll combine tickets, negotiate, and make sure you leave with the biggest or cutest thing possible—even if it takes forever to decide.

But what really makes it special isn’t just the games—it’s him.

He’s laughing the whole time, teasing you, celebrating your wins like they’re his own, and never letting the energy drop. And in between all the chaos, there are small moments—like him casually reaching for your hand, or leaning in to say something close to your ear over the noise—that make it feel a little more than just “fun.”

A first date with Intak is loud, playful, and full of energy—but also weirdly sweet underneath it all. You leave with a stuffed animal and a smile that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.

Shota

An internet café date with Shota is lowkey, cozy, and way more fun than you expect.

He’s not taking you somewhere loud or packed—no, he already scoped out a quieter spot where it’s a little more private. The kind of place where you can actually hear each other talk, where it feels like it’s just the two of you in your own little bubble.

He picks you up, all relaxed and easygoing, and the whole vibe is immediately comfortable. No pressure, no overthinking—just “let’s go have fun.”

When you get there, he’s already setting everything up like he’s done this a million times. Logging in, adjusting the chairs, handing you the headset like, “Here, I’ll show you.”

And he does.

He’s surprisingly patient, sitting close enough to guide you without making it awkward. His hand might brush yours while he’s showing you controls, or he’ll lean over your shoulder, pointing at the screen while explaining things in that calm, steady tone.

“Okay, try this… yeah, like that.”

At first, he goes very easy on you.

Like, suspiciously easy.

You’re landing hits, winning rounds, starting to feel a little proud of yourself—and he’s just smiling, watching you like he’s enjoying this way more than actually playing.

“You’re getting good,” he says, and you believe him.

…until you get a little too confident.

The second you start talking a bit of trash or celebrating a win a little too hard, he just pauses, looks at you, and smiles.

“Oh really?”

That’s when it’s over for you.

Suddenly, he’s locked. His whole demeanor shifts—not in a mean way, but in that quiet, focused way that’s honestly kind of intimidating. And now? He’s actually trying.

And yeah… you’re losing.

Badly.

But he’s laughing, not making fun of you, just enjoying the moment. He’ll still give you tips, still keep it fun, but there’s this playful competitiveness now that makes everything more exciting.

“You said you were good, though,” he teases, rubbing your knuckles.

By the time you’re done, you’re both laughing, maybe a little tired, and it doesn’t even feel like hours have passed.

And just when you think the date is wrapping up?

He’s like, “Come on, I want to take you somewhere.”

No big explanation—just that.

He brings you to his favorite place to eat. Not something overly fancy, but somewhere he genuinely loves. And that makes it feel more special, honestly. It’s like he’s letting you into his world a little.

He already knows what’s good, so he’s recommending things, maybe even ordering for you, watching your reaction the second you try it.

“This is good, right?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

And again—it’s simple, but it works.

Jongseob

A night out in Seoul with Jongseob feels like stepping into one of those soft, glowing memories you don’t forget.

He’s a little nervous when he picks you up—you can tell. Not in a bad way, just in that “I really want this to go well” kind of way. But he hides it pretty well behind a small smile and that calm, thoughtful energy he always has.

“I planned a few places,” he’d say, almost casually… like he didn’t spend way too long thinking about it.

And he really did plan it.

He’s taking you to spots around Seoul that feel a little more personal—places you might not find on your own. Small shops tucked into side streets, cozy cafés with warm lighting, food spots that he insists you have to try. It’s not rushed either. He lets you take your time, wander, look at things, enjoy everything without feeling like you’re on a schedule.

When you stop to shop, he’s hovering nearby, watching you pick things out, occasionally pointing at something like, “That suits you,” in that quiet, sincere way of his. If you hesitate on something, he notices—but instead of pushing, he just gently encourages you.

Food is a big part of the night too.

He’s excited about it in a subtle way—recommending dishes, watching your reaction the second you try something, smiling when you like it. It’s cute how much he cares about whether you’re enjoying yourself.

“Good?” he asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

As the night goes on, the city starts to change.

The streets get a little quieter, the lights get softer, and everything feels a bit more intimate. That’s when he suggests going for a walk.

And this part? It’s his favorite.

There’s no big plan anymore—just the two of you walking side by side, talking about random things, occasionally bumping shoulders. It’s calm, comfortable… almost a little dreamy.

At some point, you’ll catch him looking at you.

Not in a quick glance way—but really looking.

And when the lighting hits you just right—streetlights, neon signs, whatever it is—he completely freezes for a second. Like his brain just short-circuited.

You notice, of course.

“What?” you ask, a little suspicious.

And suddenly he’s flustered.

“No—nothing,” he says way too fast, looking away for a second before glancing back at you with a shy smile.

“You just… look really nice right now.”

It’s simple, but the way he says it—slightly awkward, completely genuine—makes it stick.

From that point on, he’s a little softer. Walking a bit closer, maybe brushing his hand against yours before finally just holding it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

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Hii love your work!!

I would like to request an Ohyul fic, highschool au, lowkey inspired by "When i fly towards you";Ohyul x reader and they're in a situationship , and one day reader caught Ohyul flirting with another girl and starts ignoring him (kinda like how su zai zai ignore Lu rang) to a point where even their friends starting to get worry and try to get them to talk to each other again. But readers bff (possibly Yoonchae cause she's the goat) came up with an idea to make Ohyul jealous (maybe with James bc this man is fine asfff) and they did end up making him jealous and Ohyul realized his mistake and tried to make up with reader but at first she acted like she didn't care but ended up giving in after he begged her to become his girlfriend (kiss and make up type shii). And now everyone is happy yay..

I hope this made sense, I just came up with it as I was reading James fic..I hope this isn't too much

And again love your works, you're so cool genuinely 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiii anon!! I love this idea but I don’t think I’ll be able to execute this they way you want😭😭 1. I don’t know anything about ‘when I fly towards you or Katseye (Thats the group I think Yoonchae is in correct me if I’m wrong)

I still might do it because you explained it pretty well so IF I do I’ll link it HERE

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► pairing | ot6 x reader

► synopsis | first date with p1h!!!

► warnings | none!

Keeho

Keeho is not doing a casual first date. He’s going all in.

From the second he asks you out, you already get the feeling it’s going to be something a little extra—and he absolutely delivers. He picks a really nice, upscale restaurant, the kind with dim lighting, soft music, and tables that make everything feel just a little more romantic without being over-the-top.

And yes, he’s 100% pulling up looking put together like he just walked out of a magazine. Not in a try-hard way—it’s just him. Effortlessly classy.

The moment you arrive, he’s already in host mode. Opening doors, guiding you in with a hand on your back, making sure you’re comfortable the entire time. He’s got reservations (of course he does), so there’s no waiting around—he planned this.

When you sit down, he’s watching you more than the menu, lowkey. Like, he cares about the food, but he cares more about how you’re reacting to everything. If you seem a little nervous, he’ll immediately lighten the mood—cracking a joke, teasing you just a bit, making sure it doesn’t feel stiff or intimidating.

“Relax,” he’d say with a small smile. “It’s just dinner… a really good one, but still.”

And don’t even worry about ordering—he’s got you.

Not in a controlling way, but in a “I want you to try the best things here” way. He might suggest dishes, share food with you, or hype up everything you pick like it’s the best decision ever.

And yes… he’s absolutely spoiling you.

Dessert? Already planned. Drinks? Covered. And at some point, he’s sliding a small bouquet of flowers across the table like it’s no big deal—even though it is.

“Just thought you should have these,” he’d shrug, like he didn’t put thought into it.

But what really makes the date feel like him isn’t just the fancy setting—it’s how he balances it out.

He keeps things fun. There’s laughter, playful teasing, moments where he leans in a little closer just to say something quietly to you. He makes eye contact a lot, like he’s genuinely interested in everything you’re saying, and he knows exactly how to make you feel special without making it overwhelming.

Being on a first date with Keeho means feeling spoiled, a little flustered, and very taken care of—all while still laughing.

Taeyang

A home date with Taeyang is the definition of “simple but done right.”

At first, you might think it’s lowkey—just staying in, nothing too crazy—but the second you step inside, you realize he put so much thought into it. The place is clean (like, suspiciously clean), the lighting is soft, maybe there are a few candles or fairy lights around, and there’s music playing quietly in the background. It’s warm, comfortable… and a little romantic in that effortless way.

He greets you with that soft smile of his, a little shy but clearly excited. Not overly flashy, just genuine.

“Come in,” he’d say, stepping aside, already a little proud of what he set up.

And then you find out he’s cooking for you.

Not just throwing something together either—he actually planned the meal. He’s moving around the kitchen, focused but relaxed, occasionally glancing over at you like he wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. He might even let you hang around him while he cooks, handing you little things to taste or asking, “Is this okay?” even though it already tastes amazing.

It feels domestic in the sweetest way.

There’s small talk, laughter, maybe a little teasing if you try to help and mess something up. He’s patient though—never rushing you, never making it feel awkward. It’s just easy.

When you finally sit down to eat, he’s watching your reaction more than anything else. The second you like it, you can see how happy that makes him.

After dinner, things slow down even more.

He’ll bring out his guitar—kind of casually, like it’s not a big deal—but you can tell he’s a little nervous about it. Not because he isn’t good, but because it means something. He’ll sit across from you or next to you, playing softly, maybe even singing a little under his breath.

And it’s not a whole performance—it feels personal. Like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you.

By the end of it, the two of you end up on the couch, a movie playing that neither of you are fully paying attention to. You’re tucked into his side, his arm around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm or shoulder.

It’s quiet, comfortable, and warm.

He’s not trying to impress you with anything extravagant—he’s just creating a space where you feel relaxed, cared for, and close to him.

Jiung

A first date with Jiung is basically two dates in one—and somehow he makes it feel completely effortless.

He’s picking you up himself, of course. Clean outfit, calm energy, that soft smile that instantly makes you feel at ease. He greets you like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s been looking forward to this.

“Ready?” he’d ask, already opening the door for you.

First stop: your favorite stores.

And the scary part? He’s observant. Like, dangerously observant.

You don’t even have to say you like something. You’ll just glance at a shirt for half a second, maybe touch the fabric, and suddenly he’s holding it up like, “This would look really good on you.” Before you can even protest, it’s already being added to the pile.

You try to argue? Doesn’t work.

“It’s fine,” he’d say casually. “I wanted to get it for you.”

And the way he says it—so calm, so sure—makes it really hard to push back. He’s not being flashy about it, either. It’s just quiet generosity, like he genuinely enjoys spoiling you a little.

He’ll walk around with you, carrying your bags without complaint, occasionally picking out things himself and insisting you try them on. And when you do? He’s leaning against a wall or sitting nearby, watching with that same soft, focused look.

The second you step out?

Yeah… he’s folding.

There’s this subtle change in his expression—like he’s impressed but trying not to make it a big deal. He’ll nod, maybe smile a little wider, and say something low like, “Yeah… that one’s yours.”

It’s smooth. It’s dangerous. It works every time.

By the time you leave, you think the date is wrapping up. You’ve shopped, you’ve talked, you’ve laughed—it already feels full.

But Jiung? He’s not done.

He casually mentions one more stop, and suddenly you’re standing outside a karaoke place.

You look at him, confused.

He just smiles.

“Come on,” he says, already pulling you inside.

And this is where his playful side really comes out.

At first, it’s all fun and games—laughing, picking random songs, hyping each other up. He’ll let you go first, clapping and smiling like your personal fan, maybe even teasing you a little just to make you laugh.

But then… he grabs the mic.

And oh.

It’s OVER.

Like, suddenly he’s putting his whole heart into it—not in a try-hard way, but enough to make you pause and just stare at him for a second.

He’ll glance at you mid-song with this little smirk, like, “Yeah, I did that.”

After that, it turns into a playful competition. He’s picking songs just to show off a little, hyping himself up, joking about how he’s clearly winning—even if you’re doing just as well.

“Be honest,” he’d say, handing you the mic. “I’m better, right?”

It’s light, fun, and a little chaotic in the best way.

By the end of the night, your throat hurts from singing, you’re carrying way more bags than you expected, and you’re laughing over something dumb he said over an hour ago.

Intak

An arcade date with Intak is pure chaos—in the best way possible.

He’s not trying to be overly fancy or impress you with something super serious. His whole goal? Make sure you’re having the most fun you’ve had in a while. So the second you walk into the arcade, lights flashing and music playing, he’s already grinning like a kid.

“Okay, we’re doing everything,” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you further inside.

And he means it.

He’s dragging you from game to game—racing, basketball, rhythm games—anything that looks even remotely fun. And the entire time, he’s hyping you up like crazy.

“You got this! Easy win!”

— even if you’re very clearly losing 😭

But he doesn’t care about winning against you. If anything, he’s trying to win for you.

The claw machines? Oh, he’s locked in.

The second you even glance at a stuffed animal, he’s already cracking his knuckles like this is a serious mission. He’ll spend way too much time (and probably money) trying to get it, adjusting the claw angle like he’s a professional.

“Wait, wait—I got it this time.”

…he does not..

But does he give up? Absolutely not.

When he finally wins something, though? He’s so proud of himself it’s actually cute. He hands it to you like it’s the greatest achievement of the night.

“For you,” he says, smiling like he just conquered the world.

And then there’s the tickets.

He is determined to rack up as many as possible. He’s picking games he knows he’s good at, trying to beat high scores like his life depends on it.

You’ll catch him getting competitive for a second—focused, serious—before immediately turning back to you like, “Did you see that??” all excited again.

By the time you’re done, you’ve got a ridiculous amount of tickets.

And he’s not letting you walk away with something small.

“No, we’re getting you something good,” he insists, scanning the prize wall like it’s a strategic decision.

He’ll combine tickets, negotiate, and make sure you leave with the biggest or cutest thing possible—even if it takes forever to decide.

But what really makes it special isn’t just the games—it’s him.

He’s laughing the whole time, teasing you, celebrating your wins like they’re his own, and never letting the energy drop. And in between all the chaos, there are small moments—like him casually reaching for your hand, or leaning in to say something close to your ear over the noise—that make it feel a little more than just “fun.”

A first date with Intak is loud, playful, and full of energy—but also weirdly sweet underneath it all. You leave with a stuffed animal and a smile that doesn’t go away for the rest of the night.

Shota

An internet café date with Shota is lowkey, cozy, and way more fun than you expect.

He’s not taking you somewhere loud or packed—no, he already scoped out a quieter spot where it’s a little more private. The kind of place where you can actually hear each other talk, where it feels like it’s just the two of you in your own little bubble.

He picks you up, all relaxed and easygoing, and the whole vibe is immediately comfortable. No pressure, no overthinking—just “let’s go have fun.”

When you get there, he’s already setting everything up like he’s done this a million times. Logging in, adjusting the chairs, handing you the headset like, “Here, I’ll show you.”

And he does.

He’s surprisingly patient, sitting close enough to guide you without making it awkward. His hand might brush yours while he’s showing you controls, or he’ll lean over your shoulder, pointing at the screen while explaining things in that calm, steady tone.

“Okay, try this… yeah, like that.”

At first, he goes very easy on you.

Like, suspiciously easy.

You’re landing hits, winning rounds, starting to feel a little proud of yourself—and he’s just smiling, watching you like he’s enjoying this way more than actually playing.

“You’re getting good,” he says, and you believe him.

…until you get a little too confident.

The second you start talking a bit of trash or celebrating a win a little too hard, he just pauses, looks at you, and smiles.

“Oh really?”

That’s when it’s over for you.

Suddenly, he’s locked. His whole demeanor shifts—not in a mean way, but in that quiet, focused way that’s honestly kind of intimidating. And now? He’s actually trying.

And yeah… you’re losing.

Badly.

But he’s laughing, not making fun of you, just enjoying the moment. He’ll still give you tips, still keep it fun, but there’s this playful competitiveness now that makes everything more exciting.

“You said you were good, though,” he teases, rubbing your knuckles.

By the time you’re done, you’re both laughing, maybe a little tired, and it doesn’t even feel like hours have passed.

And just when you think the date is wrapping up?

He’s like, “Come on, I want to take you somewhere.”

No big explanation—just that.

He brings you to his favorite place to eat. Not something overly fancy, but somewhere he genuinely loves. And that makes it feel more special, honestly. It’s like he’s letting you into his world a little.

He already knows what’s good, so he’s recommending things, maybe even ordering for you, watching your reaction the second you try it.

“This is good, right?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

And again—it’s simple, but it works.

Jongseob

A night out in Seoul with Jongseob feels like stepping into one of those soft, glowing memories you don’t forget.

He’s a little nervous when he picks you up—you can tell. Not in a bad way, just in that “I really want this to go well” kind of way. But he hides it pretty well behind a small smile and that calm, thoughtful energy he always has.

“I planned a few places,” he’d say, almost casually… like he didn’t spend way too long thinking about it.

And he really did plan it.

He’s taking you to spots around Seoul that feel a little more personal—places you might not find on your own. Small shops tucked into side streets, cozy cafés with warm lighting, food spots that he insists you have to try. It’s not rushed either. He lets you take your time, wander, look at things, enjoy everything without feeling like you’re on a schedule.

When you stop to shop, he’s hovering nearby, watching you pick things out, occasionally pointing at something like, “That suits you,” in that quiet, sincere way of his. If you hesitate on something, he notices—but instead of pushing, he just gently encourages you.

Food is a big part of the night too.

He’s excited about it in a subtle way—recommending dishes, watching your reaction the second you try something, smiling when you like it. It’s cute how much he cares about whether you’re enjoying yourself.

“Good?” he asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

As the night goes on, the city starts to change.

The streets get a little quieter, the lights get softer, and everything feels a bit more intimate. That’s when he suggests going for a walk.

And this part? It’s his favorite.

There’s no big plan anymore—just the two of you walking side by side, talking about random things, occasionally bumping shoulders. It’s calm, comfortable… almost a little dreamy.

At some point, you’ll catch him looking at you.

Not in a quick glance way—but really looking.

And when the lighting hits you just right—streetlights, neon signs, whatever it is—he completely freezes for a second. Like his brain just short-circuited.

You notice, of course.

“What?” you ask, a little suspicious.

And suddenly he’s flustered.

“No—nothing,” he says way too fast, looking away for a second before glancing back at you with a shy smile.

“You just… look really nice right now.”

It’s simple, but the way he says it—slightly awkward, completely genuine—makes it stick.

From that point on, he’s a little softer. Walking a bit closer, maybe brushing his hand against yours before finally just holding it like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

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I’m not sure if tumblrs a good place to be promoting a discord server but uhm if anyone is interested in joining a p1harmony server lmk!!!

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Perfect defect

Part three — NEXT (coming soon) - previous

► pairing | Martin x Model!reader

► synopsis | A week after the shoot, you’ve moved on and are enjoying your time in Seoul—until things start catching up to you. While you try to ignore it and focus on yourself, your thoughts become more conflicted, leaving you unsure about what to do next.

► word count | 2.6k

► warnings | this chapter is short, reader has a big ego, cussing, made up characters, reader isn’t from Korea but doesn’t specify where she’s actually from, readers kinda mean.

Once you disappeared down the hallway, Martin stayed there for a moment longer than he probably should have.

Just… standing there.

Staring at the spot where you had been.

There was this weird feeling in his chest—light, almost giddy—and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face no matter how hard he tried.

Eventually, reality caught up to him.

He blinked, shook his head slightly like he was snapping himself out of it, then turned and hurried off in the opposite direction, looking for his manager.

It didn’t take long to find him.

They exchanged a few words—mostly about the shoot, schedules, the usual—and soon enough, Martin was on his way back to the dorm.

The entire ride, he couldn’t stop thinking.

About you.

The way you talked. The way you carried yourself. The way you looked at him—calm, unbothered, like nothing really phased you.

And then—

Your number.

His phone felt heavier in his pocket because of it.

By the time he got back to the dorm, his mood hadn’t changed at all.

If anything, it got worse.

The second he stepped inside, the familiar noise of voices and movement filled the space.

“How’d the shoot go?” James called out from the living room the moment he saw him.

“Awesome,” Martin answered immediately, not even trying to hide the grin spreading across his face.

That was his first mistake.

James’ eyes narrowed almost instantly as he sat up a little straighter. “Why are you so smiley?” he asked, suspicion already laced in his tone.

Martin tried—tried—to play it cool as he walked over and dropped himself onto the couch with a sigh.

It didn’t work.

“You know the girl I did the shoot with?” he started, casually… or at least, he thought it sounded casual.

“Yeahhh?” James dragged it out, already knowing something was coming.

Martin glanced at him for half a second—

Then smiled even wider.

“I got her number.”

Silence.

“What?!” James practically sat up straight. “You could get in trouble!”

“I know,” Martin said quickly, though he didn’t look even a little bit concerned. If anything, he looked… proud. “But she’s so cute.”

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a small breath like just thinking about you was enough to fluster him again.

James stared at him for a second, completely unimpressed.

“And that’s all?” he asked. “You don’t know anything about her.”

Martin shrugged, leaning back into the couch. “Well, I got her number. I can get to know her now.”

James shook his head, letting out a long sigh like he already knew this was going to be a problem.

Before he could say anything else—

“Ooo, Martin has a crush.”

The voice came from behind.

Martin froze.

Slowly, he turned his head to see Keonho leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a teasing grin on his face. Juhoon and Seonghyeon stood nearby, both looking way too entertained for his liking.

“Shit,” Martin muttered under his breath, immediately sitting up straighter.

“Say that again,” Keonho pushed, stepping further into the room. “You got whose number?”

Juhoon let out a quiet laugh, already piecing things together. “The model, right?”

Seonghyeon didn’t say anything—but the look on his face said enough.

Martin rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a lot less confident than he did five minutes ago.

“It’s not like that,” he tried, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Mm,” Keonho hummed, clearly not buying it. “Sure it’s not.”

James crossed his arms again, shaking his head as he looked between them. “He’s gonna get himself in trouble.”

“I’m not gonna get in trouble,” Martin shot back, a little defensive now.

But the teasing didn’t stop.

If anything, it got worse.

And as they kept going, Martin could feel his ears heating up, his composure slipping more and more with every comment thrown his way.

Still—

Even through all of that—

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

And that stupid smile?

Yeah.

It wasn’t going anywhere.

A week had passed before you even really thought about it again.

The shoot.

Martin.

All of it.

Your days in Seoul had been… nice. Slower than usual, in a good way. You actually had time to breathe for once—walking around the city, trying different foods, sleeping in when you could, and doing small things that made the trip feel less like work and more like something you could enjoy.

For a while, it felt like that whole shoot had just blended into everything else you’d done.

Another job.

Another day.

Nothing more.

Your manager had mentioned at some point that the shoot had officially been released. Photos were out, campaigns going live, all the usual things that followed.

And from what you’d seen?

Everything looked good.

Of course it did.

It always did.

You didn’t think much of it after that. No deep dive into comments, no overanalyzing. You’d gotten used to seeing yourself everywhere—it didn’t hit the same way it used to.

So you moved on.

Kept enjoying your time.

Kept doing your own thing.

Everything was normal.

Everything was fine.

At least… you thought it was.

Until—

Your phone buzzed.

You stared at your phone for a little longer than you meant to.

The screen had already dimmed once before lighting back up again when you tapped it, your thumb hovering like you might say something else.

You didn’t.

A small sigh slipped past your lips as you locked the screen and set the phone down beside you.

You felt… a little bad.

Not terrible—but enough to notice it.

Because it wasn’t like he did anything wrong.

If anything, he’d been… nice. Awkward, sure, but genuine. And that wasn’t something you came across often.

But still—

You couldn’t risk it.

Not right now.

Your career came first. It always had.

And his did too, whether he was thinking about it or not.

One wrong move, one rumor taken too far, and things could spiral fast. You’d seen it happen before—scandals, assumptions, people connecting dots that didn’t even exist.

And you weren’t about to put yourself in that position.

Especially not over someone you barely knew.

You leaned back slightly, running a hand through your hair as you exhaled.

You still had a few weeks left in Seoul.

Time you finally got to enjoy.

And the last thing you wanted was to spend it stressing over something—or someone—that could complicate everything.

“…Yeah,” you murmured to yourself, like you were confirming your own decision.

You reached for your phone again, not to check it this time—but to set it aside completely, pushing it just out of reach.

“Maybe the hot tub will help,” you said quietly, a small smile forming as you stood up.

Something relaxing.

Something simple.

Something that didn’t involve overthinking.

Meanwhile, across the city…

Martin was not having the same kind of night.

He was sprawled out on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his phone resting on his chest like it weighed ten times more than it actually did.

His expression was… defeated.

Not dramatic.

Not over-the-top.

Just… quietly disappointed.

After a while, he let out a long breath and sat up, running both hands over his face before dragging himself out of bed.

He didn’t even know what he was doing—just needed to move.

He ended up in the kitchen.

Juhoon was already there, standing at the counter, focused on making something to eat. The sound of utensils and low humming filled the space—until he noticed the shift in energy.

He didn’t even have to look up.

“What’s wrong?” Juhoon asked casually.

“Nothing,” Martin replied quickly, already opening the fridge like that somehow proved his point.

Juhoon didn’t respond.

Didn’t need to.

A few seconds later, James walked in, leaning against the counter with his usual relaxed energy.

“Hey,” he started, glancing between them. “Did you see people are already shipping you and Y/n?”

There was a pause.

Then—

Martin groaned. Loud.

The kind of groan that answered the question before anything else could.

“Oh…” James’ expression shifted slightly. “What happened?”

Martin closed the fridge a little harder than necessary and leaned back against it, arms dropping to his sides.

“She doesn’t like it,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “People shipping us.”

“Damn,” Juhoon said simply.

“She said it’s horrible, actually!” Martin threw his hands up in frustration, the words coming out sharper this time.

“Damn,” James echoed, slower.

Martin just stared at both of them.

Blank.

Unamused.

“…You guys are so helpful,” he deadpanned.

James straightened a bit, clearing his throat. “Hey—don’t give up yet. There’s still a chance.”

Martin shook his head immediately. “I don’t know, man… maybe it was a bad idea in the first place.”

For once, he actually sounded unsure.

Not just embarrassed or flustered—unsure.

Juhoon finally turned, walking over and giving his shoulder a light pat. “It’s alright,” he said simply, before grabbing his food and heading out of the kitchen.

Martin watched him go, then sighed, running a hand through his hair again.

Everything felt… off.

Messy.

More complicated than it needed to be.

“I’m going for a walk,” he muttered after a second.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his shoes, slipping them on quickly before heading out the door.

It shut behind him with a quiet click.

James stayed where he was, staring at the door for a moment longer than necessary.

Then he let out a small sigh, shaking his head to himself.

“…Yeah,” he muttered. “He’s got it bad.”

You sank deeper into the hot tub, letting your back rest against the warm tiles as the heat wrapped around you. The water bubbled softly, the only real sound in the otherwise empty room, and for once—everything felt quiet.

Peaceful.

Your head tilted back slightly, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling as your mind wandered. Not really thinking about anything in particular—just letting your thoughts come and go, loose and unfocused.

It was nice.

Exactly what you needed.

No schedules. No cameras. No people asking things from you.

Just… this.

You let out a slow breath, shoulders relaxing as you sank a little deeper into the water.

And then—

bzzzt.

A faint vibration broke through the silence.

You didn’t react.

Too comfortable.

Too relaxed.

Your phone could wait.

Another buzz followed a few seconds later.

Still, you didn’t move.

If anything, your brows twitched slightly in mild annoyance, but you kept your eyes on the ceiling, pretending you didn’t hear it.

Then—

bzzzt.

Again.

This time, you frowned.

Your eyebrows pulled together as you let out a quiet sigh, your peaceful moment slowly slipping away.

“…Seriously?” you muttered under your breath.

You tried to ignore it again.

You really did.

But then it buzzed again.

And that was it.

A loud groan echoed through the empty pool room as you shifted, pushing yourself up slightly and moving across the hot tub, the water sloshing softly around you.

You leaned over the edge carefully, stretching your arm out just enough to reach your phone without fully getting out.

Your fingers wrapped around it, bringing it closer as water dripped down your arm.

You glanced at the screen—

And paused.

Your expression shifted instantly.

“Oh.”

It was your best friend.

You groaned again, softer this time, as you lowered your phone back down onto the edge of the tub.

The screen dimmed.

The room went quiet again.

But your mind didn’t.

You slid back slowly, letting the warm water rise around you until only your nose and up stayed above the surface. The heat should’ve been calming—should’ve helped clear your head—but instead, your thoughts only got louder.

Bri’s words replayed.

Over and over.

And annoyingly… they weren’t wrong.

You shifted slightly, eyes staring blankly ahead as you let out a slow breath through your nose.

It wouldn’t be the worst idea.

He was famous.

Successful.

Probably had more connections than you could count.

And—

You hesitated.

Your lips pressed together slightly.

He was… very good-looking.

You hated that part.

Hated that your brain even went there.

Because the moment you let that thought exist, everything else followed—and not in a good way.

Your expression tightened as the negative thoughts started creeping in, louder, heavier.

The risks.

The attention.

The assumptions people would make.

The way things could spiral out of control before you even had a chance to explain anything.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, like that would somehow quiet it all.

It didn’t.

With a frustrated exhale, you pushed yourself up, water cascading down your skin as you stood and stepped out of the hot tub.

“I’ll figure this out tomorrow,” you muttered, your tone sharper than you intended.

Angry.

But not at anything specific.

That was the problem.

You didn’t know who—or what—you were upset with.

Yourself?

For even thinking about it this much?

For hesitating?

Or—

Martin?

For asking in the first place?

You grabbed a towel, drying off quickly as your thoughts continued to spiral.

“…Why couldn’t he just not ask for my damn number,” you grumbled under your breath, more tired than anything.

It would’ve been easier.

Cleaner.

No second-guessing. No overthinking. No this.

By the time you made it back to your room, your mood hadn’t really lifted.

If anything, it felt heavier.

You headed straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower without hesitation. The water heated quickly, steam filling the space as you stepped in, letting it run over you.

For a moment, you just stood there.

Hoping it would wash it all away.

The thoughts.

The tension.

The weird mix of feelings you didn’t want to deal with.

But it didn’t.

It never really did.

Eventually, you stepped out, drying off and changing into something comfortable before heading back to the bed.

You climbed under the covers, pulling them up around you as you reached for your phone—not to check anything this time, but to play some music.

Something soft.

Something distracting.

The sound filled the room quietly, blending into the background as you stared up at the ceiling again.

Your body relaxed faster than your mind did.

But slowly… it started to catch up.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as your eyes began to feel heavier.

“I’ll figure this out tomorrow…” you mumbled to yourself again, your voice quieter this time.

Less frustrated.

More tired.

And eventually—

Sleep took over.

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Found out that everyone in my friend group secretly hate each other…sighhhh

It was good while it lasted 🥲