13. 한동민 posted: difference isn’t bad, end of story
genres. angst, romance, slice of life warnings. covering realistic issues, grey characters, and small manipulation wc. 919
THE DOOR CHIMED WHEN Taesan entered, his breath cold from the air outside contrasting the warmth emitted from the paper bag in his hands.
The lights were on, a signal that his new roommate was still awake. Said roommate who now has the habit of turning off the lights before bed for the both of them. A convenient turn of events because Taesan swears—dragging his feet out of the comfort of his own blankets to turn off the lights were the bane of his existence.
“[reader]!” He called, stepping out of his shoes and puffer, “I’m back.”
The door next to the empty vase creaks open, and Taesan takes note of the fact that taking his alien to see some flowers wouldn’t be such a bad idea to do for the upcoming weekend.
”You’re back,” you echo, stepping out in your pj set and notes, hair tied up and eye patches on—a new habit you’ve adopted after being influenced by your new friends.
You step near him, taking the bag from his hands and setting it on the table before taking the food out.
“When does your class start tomorrow?” Dongmin asks as he takes a fork out of the cabinet and offers it to you.
“Ten-thirty, I think,” You chime as you accept the fork and open the container lid.
He sits across from you, the container between you both filling the apartment with the smell of pesto and garlic.
You twirl the noodles carefully around your fork now—better than before. Less clumsy. Less uncertain.
He notices things like that all the time lately.
The way you no longer repeat every word immediately after hearing it. The way you pause before speaking now, as if checking the shape of sentences before letting them leave your mouth.
Human. More human every day. It should’ve comforted him. Instead, lately, it’s made something uneasy settle beneath his ribs.
“You posted today,” he says casually, peeling apart the paper bag.
You nod. “Warm.”
There was a pause.
“Myungjae said people were asking questions again.”
You slurp your noodles quietly. “Yes.”
Taesan exhales softly through his nose. “You can’t just tell people everything.”
You blink at him.
“I know,” you say. “Lie.”
The word sounds strangely proud coming from you. Practiced. His chest twists unexpectedly.
“Not exactly,” he mutters.
You tilt your head and he leans back in his chair. “There’s a difference between lying and…” He searches for the wording carefully. “Making things harder for yourself.”
Your brows furrow.
“People already think you’re weird online,” he continues, trying to sound light. “If you keep saying stuff about being different, they’ll get more curious.”
“Curious is bad?”
“No, but—” He stops himself too late.
Because yes. Sometimes curiosity was bad.
You look down at your food, turning the fork slowly between your fingers.
“But I am different,” you say quietly.
Something in his stomach drops. The words weren’t defensive. Just factual; simple—brutally honest.
And somehow that makes it worse.
He rubs a hand over his face. “I know.”
“Different is allowed.”
The sentence lands immediately and he freezes. Your voice is calm as you repeat it, like you’re reminding him of something important.
“Dongmin said different is allowed.”
Oh, he subconsciously echoed. The memory comes back so clearly it almost embarrasses him—the horror game, your small voice asking if different reactions were okay, and him answering without hesitation.
Yeah. Different is allowed, and now here he was trying to make you smaller because he was scared.
Taesan’s appetite disappears instantly.
You’re still watching him, waiting for him to explain the contradiction. Instead, guilt crawls hot beneath his skin.
“No, you’re right,” he says quickly.
You blink once.
“I’m sorry.”
You tilt your head slightly, not understanding. Of course you don’t. You don’t understand the kinds of things humans apologize for without explanation.
Taesan looks down at the table for a moment before speaking again, quieter this time.
“I said that because I got nervous,” he admits. “Not because you did something wrong.”
Silence, yet he forces himself to continue.
“When people notice things they don’t understand, they ask questions. And I…” He swallows. “I think I got scared they’d look at you badly. Or treat you badly. So I tried to make you act smaller.”
You stare at him carefully, processing his words.
“That was wrong,” he says firmly this time. “You don’t have to hide being different just because it makes me less worried.”
Your fingers loosen slightly around the fork.
“Oh,” you murmur.
The sound is soft. Thoughtful, not hurt—which somehow makes him feel worse.
Because he knows if someone had spoken to you carefully enough, you would’ve listened. You would’ve reshaped yourself around what he asked without realizing what you were giving up.
The realization makes his chest ache.
You take the last bite quietly. Taesan watches you for a second before abruptly standing.
“I’ll wash these,” he says, gathering the empty containers too quickly.
You look up at him immediately.
“And you should brush your teeth,” he adds, keeping his voice casual. “You have class early tomorrow.”
You hesitate, then nod.
“Okay.”
He turns toward the sink before you can look at him too closely. Water runs loudly against plastic containers. Behind him, he hears your footsteps pause near the hallway.
Then—
“Dongmin?”
He closes his eyes briefly.
“Yeah?”
Another pause.
“…Different still allowed?”
The question nearly destroys him. He grips the edge of the sink harder before answering.
“Always,” he says quietly.
And this time, he means it.
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a/n: honeymoon phase cracking or smth like that! (sorry tho)
13. 한동민 posted: difference isn’t bad, end of story
genres. angst, romance, slice of life warnings. covering realistic issues, grey characters, and small manipulation wc. 919
THE DOOR CHIMED WHEN Taesan entered, his breath cold from the air outside contrasting the warmth emitted from the paper bag in his hands.
The lights were on, a signal that his new roommate was still awake. Said roommate who now has the habit of turning off the lights before bed for the both of them. A convenient turn of events because Taesan swears—dragging his feet out of the comfort of his own blankets to turn off the lights were the bane of his existence.
“[reader]!” He called, stepping out of his shoes and puffer, “I’m back.”
The door next to the empty vase creaks open, and Taesan takes note of the fact that taking his alien to see some flowers wouldn’t be such a bad idea to do for the upcoming weekend.
”You’re back,” you echo, stepping out in your pj set and notes, hair tied up and eye patches on—a new habit you’ve adopted after being influenced by your new friends.
You step near him, taking the bag from his hands and setting it on the table before taking the food out.
“When does your class start tomorrow?” Dongmin asks as he takes a fork out of the cabinet and offers it to you.
“Ten-thirty, I think,” You chime as you accept the fork and open the container lid.
He sits across from you, the container between you both filling the apartment with the smell of pesto and garlic.
You twirl the noodles carefully around your fork now—better than before. Less clumsy. Less uncertain.
He notices things like that all the time lately.
The way you no longer repeat every word immediately after hearing it. The way you pause before speaking now, as if checking the shape of sentences before letting them leave your mouth.
Human. More human every day. It should’ve comforted him. Instead, lately, it’s made something uneasy settle beneath his ribs.
“You posted today,” he says casually, peeling apart the paper bag.
You nod. “Warm.”
There was a pause.
“Myungjae said people were asking questions again.”
You slurp your noodles quietly. “Yes.”
Taesan exhales softly through his nose. “You can’t just tell people everything.”
You blink at him.
“I know,” you say. “Lie.”
The word sounds strangely proud coming from you. Practiced. His chest twists unexpectedly.
“Not exactly,” he mutters.
You tilt your head and he leans back in his chair. “There’s a difference between lying and…” He searches for the wording carefully. “Making things harder for yourself.”
Your brows furrow.
“People already think you’re weird online,” he continues, trying to sound light. “If you keep saying stuff about being different, they’ll get more curious.”
“Curious is bad?”
“No, but—” He stops himself too late.
Because yes. Sometimes curiosity was bad.
You look down at your food, turning the fork slowly between your fingers.
“But I am different,” you say quietly.
Something in his stomach drops. The words weren’t defensive. Just factual; simple—brutally honest.
And somehow that makes it worse.
He rubs a hand over his face. “I know.”
“Different is allowed.”
The sentence lands immediately and he freezes. Your voice is calm as you repeat it, like you’re reminding him of something important.
“Dongmin said different is allowed.”
Oh, he subconsciously echoed. The memory comes back so clearly it almost embarrasses him—the horror game, your small voice asking if different reactions were okay, and him answering without hesitation.
Yeah. Different is allowed, and now here he was trying to make you smaller because he was scared.
Taesan’s appetite disappears instantly.
You’re still watching him, waiting for him to explain the contradiction. Instead, guilt crawls hot beneath his skin.
“No, you’re right,” he says quickly.
You blink once.
“I’m sorry.”
You tilt your head slightly, not understanding. Of course you don’t. You don’t understand the kinds of things humans apologize for without explanation.
Taesan looks down at the table for a moment before speaking again, quieter this time.
“I said that because I got nervous,” he admits. “Not because you did something wrong.”
Silence, yet he forces himself to continue.
“When people notice things they don’t understand, they ask questions. And I…” He swallows. “I think I got scared they’d look at you badly. Or treat you badly. So I tried to make you act smaller.”
You stare at him carefully, processing his words.
“That was wrong,” he says firmly this time. “You don’t have to hide being different just because it makes me less worried.”
Your fingers loosen slightly around the fork.
“Oh,” you murmur.
The sound is soft. Thoughtful, not hurt—which somehow makes him feel worse.
Because he knows if someone had spoken to you carefully enough, you would’ve listened. You would’ve reshaped yourself around what he asked without realizing what you were giving up.
The realization makes his chest ache.
You take the last bite quietly. Taesan watches you for a second before abruptly standing.
“I’ll wash these,” he says, gathering the empty containers too quickly.
You look up at him immediately.
“And you should brush your teeth,” he adds, keeping his voice casual. “You have class early tomorrow.”
You hesitate, then nod.
“Okay.”
He turns toward the sink before you can look at him too closely. Water runs loudly against plastic containers. Behind him, he hears your footsteps pause near the hallway.
Then—
“Dongmin?”
He closes his eyes briefly.
“Yeah?”
Another pause.
“…Different still allowed?”
The question nearly destroys him. He grips the edge of the sink harder before answering.
“Always,” he says quietly.
And this time, he means it.
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a/n: honeymoon phase cracking or smth like that! (sorry tho)
13. 한동민 posted: difference isn’t bad, end of story
genres. angst, romance, slice of life warnings. covering realistic issues, grey characters, and small manipulation wc. 919
THE DOOR CHIMED WHEN Taesan entered, his breath cold from the air outside contrasting the warmth emitted from the paper bag in his hands.
The lights were on, a signal that his new roommate was still awake. Said roommate who now has the habit of turning off the lights before bed for the both of them. A convenient turn of events because Taesan swears—dragging his feet out of the comfort of his own blankets to turn off the lights were the bane of his existence.
“[reader]!” He called, stepping out of his shoes and puffer, “I’m back.”
The door next to the empty vase creaks open, and Taesan takes note of the fact that taking his alien to see some flowers wouldn’t be such a bad idea to do for the upcoming weekend.
”You’re back,” you echo, stepping out in your pj set and notes, hair tied up and eye patches on—a new habit you’ve adopted after being influenced by your new friends.
You step near him, taking the bag from his hands and setting it on the table before taking the food out.
“When does your class start tomorrow?” Dongmin asks as he takes a fork out of the cabinet and offers it to you.
“Ten-thirty, I think,” You chime as you accept the fork and open the container lid.
He sits across from you, the container between you both filling the apartment with the smell of pesto and garlic.
You twirl the noodles carefully around your fork now—better than before. Less clumsy. Less uncertain.
He notices things like that all the time lately.
The way you no longer repeat every word immediately after hearing it. The way you pause before speaking now, as if checking the shape of sentences before letting them leave your mouth.
Human. More human every day. It should’ve comforted him. Instead, lately, it’s made something uneasy settle beneath his ribs.
“You posted today,” he says casually, peeling apart the paper bag.
You nod. “Warm.”
There was a pause.
“Myungjae said people were asking questions again.”
You slurp your noodles quietly. “Yes.”
Taesan exhales softly through his nose. “You can’t just tell people everything.”
You blink at him.
“I know,” you say. “Lie.”
The word sounds strangely proud coming from you. Practiced. His chest twists unexpectedly.
“Not exactly,” he mutters.
You tilt your head and he leans back in his chair. “There’s a difference between lying and…” He searches for the wording carefully. “Making things harder for yourself.”
Your brows furrow.
“People already think you’re weird online,” he continues, trying to sound light. “If you keep saying stuff about being different, they’ll get more curious.”
“Curious is bad?”
“No, but—” He stops himself too late.
Because yes. Sometimes curiosity was bad.
You look down at your food, turning the fork slowly between your fingers.
“But I am different,” you say quietly.
Something in his stomach drops. The words weren’t defensive. Just factual; simple—brutally honest.
And somehow that makes it worse.
He rubs a hand over his face. “I know.”
“Different is allowed.”
The sentence lands immediately and he freezes. Your voice is calm as you repeat it, like you’re reminding him of something important.
“Dongmin said different is allowed.”
Oh, he subconsciously echoed. The memory comes back so clearly it almost embarrasses him—the horror game, your small voice asking if different reactions were okay, and him answering without hesitation.
Yeah. Different is allowed, and now here he was trying to make you smaller because he was scared.
Taesan’s appetite disappears instantly.
You’re still watching him, waiting for him to explain the contradiction. Instead, guilt crawls hot beneath his skin.
“No, you’re right,” he says quickly.
You blink once.
“I’m sorry.”
You tilt your head slightly, not understanding. Of course you don’t. You don’t understand the kinds of things humans apologize for without explanation.
Taesan looks down at the table for a moment before speaking again, quieter this time.
“I said that because I got nervous,” he admits. “Not because you did something wrong.”
Silence, yet he forces himself to continue.
“When people notice things they don’t understand, they ask questions. And I…” He swallows. “I think I got scared they’d look at you badly. Or treat you badly. So I tried to make you act smaller.”
You stare at him carefully, processing his words.
“That was wrong,” he says firmly this time. “You don’t have to hide being different just because it makes me less worried.”
Your fingers loosen slightly around the fork.
“Oh,” you murmur.
The sound is soft. Thoughtful, not hurt—which somehow makes him feel worse.
Because he knows if someone had spoken to you carefully enough, you would’ve listened. You would’ve reshaped yourself around what he asked without realizing what you were giving up.
The realization makes his chest ache.
You take the last bite quietly. Taesan watches you for a second before abruptly standing.
“I’ll wash these,” he says, gathering the empty containers too quickly.
You look up at him immediately.
“And you should brush your teeth,” he adds, keeping his voice casual. “You have class early tomorrow.”
You hesitate, then nod.
“Okay.”
He turns toward the sink before you can look at him too closely. Water runs loudly against plastic containers. Behind him, he hears your footsteps pause near the hallway.
Then—
“Dongmin?”
He closes his eyes briefly.
“Yeah?”
Another pause.
“…Different still allowed?”
The question nearly destroys him. He grips the edge of the sink harder before answering.
“Always,” he says quietly.
And this time, he means it.
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a/n: honeymoon phase cracking or smth like that! (sorry tho)
&TEAM WHEN IT’S TIME FOR TALKS & AFFECTION, OR IN OTHER WORDS, KISS & SPILL
pairings — all of &team x reader
genre. romance, angst, established relationships, & slice of life warnings. lotsa kisses involved…oh and some angsty themes! wc. around 50-100 words per member!
note — my one &team post before i stop posting for them until april…. also did u know this draft’s been here since june 2025?? like crazy…
more works: navigation | &team!masterlist
BYUN EUIJOO | with a partner he feels safe with
EJ is gentle with his feelings, like they might break if handled wrong. When it’s time to kiss & spill, he hesitates first—soft kisses, checking in, fingers laced with yours. Then he opens up slowly, carefully, like he’s handing you something fragile. His confessions aren’t dramatic, just honest. The kind that make your chest ache a little. He finishes by kissing you again, softer this time, like a thank you.
KOGA YUDAI | with a partner he trusts too much
K is not a messy talker. He’s careful, composed, always the last one to reveal anything—except when it’s you. When it’s time to kiss & spill, it’s quiet. Private. He presses his forehead to yours, sighs, and suddenly you’re hearing things no one else ever has. Things he swore he’d keep to himself. He kisses you like punctuation between thoughts, slow and grounding, like he needs to anchor himself before admitting anything. By the end, you know everything. He’s calmer, and you’re holding state secrets.
MURATA FUMA | with a partner who reads between the lines
Fuma pretends he’s fine. Always fine. Always joking. When it’s time to kiss & spill, he starts with humor—teasing, light kisses, deflection—until you pull him in by the collar and tell him to be serious for once. He exhales against your mouth, kisses you back harder than expected, and then the truth slips out. Frustrations. Doubts. Things he’s been carrying alone. He doesn’t even realize he’s confessed until you’re rubbing his back and he’s gone quiet.
WANG YIXIANG | with a partner who challenges him
Nicholas loves drama. He acts like spilling tea is a sport. So when it’s time to kiss & spill, he starts bold—grinning, leaning in, kissing you like he already knows you’re listening. But somewhere between the second kiss and your hands in his hair, he cracks. Admits things he meant to keep playful. His voice drops. The jokes disappear. He recovers fast—but you catch it. And he knows you did.
NAKAKITA YUMA | with a partner who keeps up
Yuma talks fast. Thinks fast. Feels fast. When it’s time to kiss & spill, it’s chaotic. He kisses you mid-sentence, pulls back to say something important, then kisses you again because he forgot the rest. You get half-confessions, half-laughs, half-embarrassed groans. Somehow, by the end, you understand him perfectly anyway. He looks at you like, wow, you actually kept up.
ASAKURA JO | with a partner he didn’t mean to fall for
Jo does not plan to spill. It just… happens. When it’s time to kiss & spill, it starts accidental—too close, too quiet, one kiss that lingers too long. He freezes after, eyes wide, then blurts out the truth like ripping off a bandage. He’s embarrassed. Flustered. Completely honest. You don’t even have time to react before he’s hiding his face and asking you not to laugh.
SHIGETA HARUA | with a partner who coaxes it out of him
Harua keeps things close to his chest. Smiles instead of explaining. When it’s time to kiss & spill, it’s subtle. A shy kiss. A pause. Then another. You have to ask gently, patiently, and when he finally talks, it’s quiet but sincere. His confessions come out in pieces, stitched together by soft kisses and long silences. He relaxes visibly once it’s all out, like he’s been holding his breath.
TAKAYAMA RIKI | with a partner who lets him ramble
Taki has so much to say. Always. When it’s time to kiss & spill, he’s already talking—about his day, his thoughts, random things—until you kiss him and he short-circuits. After that? It’s a flood. Feelings tumble out, unfiltered, dramatic, heartfelt. He gestures a lot. Gets emotional. Kisses you again just to reset himself. It’s messy, but it’s genuine.
HIROTA RIKI | with a partner who grounds him
Maki feels deeply but doesn’t always know what to do with it. When it’s time to kiss & spill, he goes quiet first. Thoughtful. The kiss is slow, steady, like he’s bracing himself. Then he admits things he’s been overthinking—about expectations, pressure, growing up. He relaxes as he talks, leaning into you more and more. By the end, he’s smiling softly, like he finally feels understood.
confession time during my hiatus i was so down bad for nicholas (&team) and taerae (zb1) i genuinely wrote an r rated fic abt them (this acc is SFW btw…) 😊
ya had to get that out my chest… stress relief or smth..
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ HAN DONGMIN is a niche influencer who runs a small, unimportant blog under the alias, Taesan. One night, something important literally drops from space right to his garage. You arrive fully formed in Taesan’s garage room with no past, no context, and no understanding of people. The internet calls it fiction, he calls it living with you ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
OR IN WHICH 한동민 documents the ordinary act of learning how to exist together, and with the helpful push of the internet, he finds that domesticity isn’t the only new thing he learns about himself…
⟢ PAIRING • influencer!taesan x alien!reader ( ft. all members of boynextdoor, rei and leeseo from ive, eric from the boyz, anton and wonbin from riize, and yeojun from close your eyes )
GENRE. SMAU, romance, slice of life, comedy, angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn, & fantasy WARNINGS. The internet being pushy, reader is super oblivious, some scenes are suggestive, and angst is going to be present. TAGLIST IS CLOSED -> ONGOING | 1k FOLLOWS SPECIAL!!!
MORE WORKS: navigation | bnd!masterlist
❚❚ NOW OPENING: 한동민’S BLOG ‣
⋆｡°✩ HOW IT ALL STARTED… (prologue)
message from 한동민: oh yeahhh btw guys i forgot to send my linkedin type shhh. Mb gang, here it is: https://dongmin-is-so-sexy/profiles.com
01. um.. what do I do now.? Is there an instruction manual?
02. guys…the alien doesn’t know what a name is..
03. is it normal for her to just be saying my name? (wc. 1.1k)
04. pack it up. I gotta get the alien new clothes…
05. cooking might not just be her forte.
06. apparently i’m a big bad influence!
07. so uh….she’d rather mimic than play mimic? (wc. 1k)
08. wait…she doesn’t need sleep..?!
09. why is it that i’m either talking cap or delusional
hey gill! so sorry to hear that you’ll be leaving :( we just met recently through the december collab (thank you for hosting that!!) but even so, i hope you enjoy what’s to come in the next chapter of your life. im sure you have amazing things in store for you, so good luck and take care!! 💗
Thank you so much!! I’m so grateful for you to reach out and I wish you the best as well 💗💗
awe gill I'm gonna miss you 🥹 I'll miss seeing your writing in my feed; I love your writing style!! I haven't been particularly active here, but I'm sorry to see you go. I wish you all the best with this new chapter in your life and I hope you'll find the right people to help and support you irl! good luck <3
Omg i’m so sorry I didn’t see this sooner 😭 but i’ll miss you all so so much as well!! Thank you so much for all the support you’ve given me and the compliments you give me truly motivated me to become better! Wishing you the absolute best in your life as well 💗💗💗
