my tumblr has been acting up, so i cant seem to reply to any of my asks, but just know ive read it all and im so incredibly thankful to those who checked up on me & left me kind messages (shoutout my nerd anon 🥹)
i know i still have plenty of ongoing works untouched, but ive been thinking about closing this blog for awhile now, and i think im finally brave enough to actually do it now 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
i mmmight do up one more (short) smau before i officially archive, but for now, i just want to say thank you to everyone who has liked ayukas! ive learnt & experienced sooo much love here, and even though letting go feels bittersweet, those are always the feelings that end up carrying me forward
ps id still love to keep in touch, especially with my moots, so plz let me know if ud like to exchange socials or something :-p
annie’s note: dedicated to my precious @ayukas on her special day >< thank you for being my first closest mutual on this app.. the haechan to my mark, the sohee to my anton. i love you so so so so so much !! i’m so glad we crossed paths and that we have grown so much closer with one another.. i hope you have the best day beautiful and pls enjoy what ive mustered up for you (i’ve came out of hiatus for this one). also let’s just pretend his album came out on your birthday OKAY? OKAY. i had a vision.
FULLSUN 🧸 : hey.. don’t fall asleep just yet, it’s nearly midnight. we have something important to do.
hey.
yn??
you groan as you flip your phone upright onto its back once again, seeing haechan blowing it up with notifications. his album was coming out and he wanted to come over to celebrate that and your birthday. maybe it was a coincidence that he did this? who knows anymore. he’s a weird one but you still love him.
once you text back and agree that he can come over, a couple minutes later and there’s a knock on the door. “come in! i’m cooking so i can’t get the handle.” and here he is, walking in with the comfiest sweatpants and a baggy top on, his sliders and hair messed up. “did you even- whatever, i’m happy to finally see you. you’ve been so busy recently.” you pout.
he walks over, biting back a grin on his face. “i know~ but it’s all paid off, right? i can finally rest with you for a couple weeks. i’m on hiatus.” he murmured, looking at what you were making for the both of you.
“ohhh, your dish? malatang? it looks yummy sunshine~” haechan grinned as he wrapped his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “once we’ve ate, i’ll show you your present.”
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it was finally midnight - which meant that your present was here that haechan kept reminding you about and.. of course, his album release. you know he’s worked super hard and you couldn’t be more proud of him. you cherished his moments, his career, himself.
haechan saw you getting into your own little world and smiled, tapping your cheek gently, “come on beautiful, you ready?” with a nod, he began playing the album. every song so wonderful, so different, his style. and when it got to a song called “roll with me” he decided to tell you what it meant to him.
“that is your present, the song ‘roll with me’ which i wanted to surprise you with.. so you can listen to it and love it just as much as i do, and did while creating and writing lyrics that reminded me of you. my sweet sunshine..” he explained softly, with his lovely honey tone of voice and his soft brown eyes staring from your eyes down to your lips every second.
you couldn’t help but bite back a smile, your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes crinkling. “haech..” you whisper, arms wrapping quickly around his shoulders as you brought him in for a tight hug, moving your head to the side and kissing his nape with a small peck. “you’re too cute.”
breaking my silence to rb this ohhh my anniebear i love u and this sooo so much :'( this is THE best birthday gift anyone could ever ask for… how do u always manage to write so well im always so amazed and proud to have such a talented person like u as my friend (Wife) 🥹🥹🥹 DOMESTIC HYUCK WHO ELSE CHEERED…….. this was sooo so so fricking cute EATING MALATANG WITH HAECHAN… LISTENING TO HIS VERY FIRST very personal very Haechan ALBUM TOGETHER… HIM TELLING ME ROLL WITH ME WAS WRITTEN FOR me… yes… i Will be supporting this relationship. call me parasocial or whatever. this is my boyfriend.
everything was just written so 😭😭😭 So Haechan 😭😭 his outfit him just strolling in his small touches here and there MY HAECHAN 💔💔💔💔 i love u my anna chenlezip is so special to me. thank u for this masterpiece 🥹🩶
how can i get my best friend of 10 years who only has eyes for squishies to like me back?
i (23M) have a best friend (22F) who i've known since we were kids. she's been through everything with me—all my awkward phases, bad haircuts, failed hobbies—and somehow she still hasn't dropped me, which i think says a lot about how sweet of a person she is.
the thing is, i really like her. like... way more than a friend. i'd even use the L word, but my roommate (who's had three exes and thinks he's a love doctor slash god) told me to save that for when we get married, so i'm taking his advice (for now). the problem is, i don't even know if she knows i feel this way. maybe she does, and she's ignoring it on purpose. maybe she secretly hates me.
another problem is that she's SUPER into squishies... she's obsessed with collecting, trading, and spending hours filming unboxing videos of them (please please please don't look her up on youtube). sometimes i feel like her squishies get more affection than i ever could. not that i blame them though—they're soft, smell like candy, and they make her so happy... i just wish she'd look at me the same way.
i'm always there for her whenever i can—helping her film her hauls, carrying her mail, even sitting through her rants about which squishy brand is more slow rising or whatever. and i don't mind. being around her is honestly enough most days. but part of me wants her to notice me as more than just the friend who listens. i want to be the BOYFRIEND who listens.
i really don't want to ruin our friendship, but i also don't know how much longer i can keep pretending i'm fine with just being her friend. i'm also tired of pretending i like squishies when really... i think i'm more of a slime kinda guy...
so... how do i even start? how can i figure out if she likes me back? is there a way to confess without destroying everything we already have?
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u/brownienim・6 hr. ago
slime over squishy? are u insane? no wonder she doesn't like you back
u/bamjjithegoat・6 hr. ago
?
u/greyrainnn・6 hr. ago
don't overthink it op! you've been supporting her passion all this time, which says a lot about how sweet YOU are as a person. she might already feel the same but is just waiting for you to make a real move.
u/crzy58・5 hr. ago
imo, a decade of friendship is a lot to risk. think about what you'd be okay with losing... then go from there. but considering how it seems like her squishies are the most important thing in her life rn, i wouldn't act on it lol
u/eggtarts・5 hr. ago
pls confess so i can live vicariously thru you
u/bamjjithegoat・5 hr. ago
?
u/journeymercies・3 hr. ago
confessing is always a risk, but if you've been in her life this long, there's probably more unspoken feelings there than you think!
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between squishy sales, trades, and endless unboxing hauls, you never seem to notice the one person who's always been by your side. desperate enough to ask the internet (read: reddit) to play wingman, jisung ends up stumbling into an unexpectedly sweet attempt at confessing to you. falling for your best friend? not exactly slow rising—but definitely worth the squeeze. / park jisung smau
pairing best friend!park jisung x fem!reader genre humour, fluff, college au, best friends to lovers au warnings profanities, suggestive/sex jokes, violent jokes, yearner jisung (!!!), squishy obssesed reader notes hallooo ive been disappearing so much lately im soz... buuut i have hopes for this smau & determination will be the key to my success.......... this is also my third reddit work so far!!! i have the most fun writing them & i thought this idea would go perfecly with a reddit format soo um....... my jisungfs... this ones for you.....
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OKG AYUKASSSS i bagged tds4 standing tix YEYYSYSYYSS !! didnt manage to get vip though cz weverse presale was sold out within like two hours IM JUST PRAYING I GET AN OKAY QN SO THAT I DONT HAVE TO BE SO FAR FROM THE STAGE with my HORRIBLE eyesight how am i supposed to do heart eyes at my jwisungbabypookieaegipie 😔😔 PRAYFORME anyways im so happy and i miss you so i decided to tell you heh😋 COMEBACKPLS I MISSYOUPLEEK 🐈⬛🐈⬛
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Hi, I just want to tell you that I love your new series "SECRET ADMIRER!" Every time I see a new episode I have to cover my mouth with my hands because I get too excited and want to scream haha I also find it cute how everyone defends each other but at the same time they sink each other, I'm eagerly waiting for the next update but don't feel pressured 💗
By the way, my first language is not English so forgive me if something is not understood🥲
HELLO dont worry omg i understood everytg perfectly, ur english is wonderful! thanku soooo much for reading & enjoying my work 🥹 im so sorry for the slow updates tho ive been distracted the entire week aaa ill be sure to get the next chapter out for u soon!!!! have a good weekend ahead 🩶🩶🩶
saturdays at your house are always loud, messy, and dramatic—mostly thanks to your brother and his dear friends. but when a love letter keeps arriving at exactly 7:37PM sharp, the noise turns suspicious. how do you deal with seven suspects, a nosy brother, and a mystery admirer that might be a little too close for comfort all in one night?
pairing 7dream, secret member x fem!reader feat. oh sion genre interactive written series, secret admirer au, fluff, comedy, mysteryish warnings not proofread, profanities, overdramatic & overprotective sion, suspiciously cute behaviour from 7dream chapter word count 1.3k notes everyone thinking its mark so far... smirks...
chapter one — CHAPTER TWO — chapter three
"okay, next!"
sion plants himself in the center of the living room like a prosecutor in front of a jury, the stack of letters following him, clutched tightly in his fist. his voice cuts clean through the chatter, instantly silencing the room.
"jeno lee. what were you doing at exactly 7:37PM this evening?"
heads swivel in unison towards jeno, who blinks from where he's half-slouched against a beanbag by the corner, controller still in his lap. he doesn't even flinch. "...playing mario kart? i was literally sitting right next to you this entire night."
the room hums with agreement—everyone remembers the blue shell incident that had sent haechan into a dramatic tailspin just minutes before. but then mark, of all people, pipes up.
"wait. didn't you go to the bathroom around that time?"
a ripple of ooohs erupts, and jeno sighs, tipping his head back against the beanbag like he's summoning patience from the ceiling. "for two minutes," he replies flatly. "if you think i managed to teleport, write a love letter, and slide it under yn's door in that time, be my guest."
sion narrows his eyes, pacing slowly, milking the moment. "two minutes is all it takes. you could've written the letter at home." he raises tonight's envelope high, the paper rustling in the sudden hush. "shall i refresh your memory?"
the way you always hold the door a little longer if someone's behind you, the way you make sure no one gets left carrying everything alone, the way you slow down whenever someone lags at the back. your kindness leads me to love.
the words hang heavy in the air and your stomach twists—heat crawls up the back of your neck. the letter paints a picture so vividly familiar it almost hurts—jeno jogging to catch up after you'd held the door open for him an extra beat after an impromptu convenience store run. jeno rushing to shift the bags from your hands without a word, making sure you were left carrying the light ones only, or none at all. jeno quietly falling into step beside you after class, steady as always, because you'd unconsciously slowed your pace down for renjun and jaemin's shorter strides.
you never thought anyone noticed those small, instinctive things you did—but the letter is proof that someone had.
jeno shifts, straightening slightly. his expression stays unreadable, but his gaze flickers—to you, then away. "that doesn't mean anything," he says evenly. "being polite doesn't equal secret admirer."
"polite?" sion echoes, incredulous. "polite? that's not politeness, that's devotion." he points the letter at jeno like a sword. "you, my friend, are guilty until proven innocent."
mark glances between you, jeno, and—occasionally—someone else in the corner, his knee still bouncing restlessly. jaemin mutters something under his breath, earning a shove from haechan, and chenle—chenle is watching with a grin too wide, his eyes glittering with something unspoken.
jeno finally leans forward, forearms braced on his knees. "you're reaching, sion. if i really liked yn, i wouldn't resort to cowardly letters."
the bluntness lands heavier than it should. you look away, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the flare of disappointment you can't quite name.
sion doesn't miss a beat. "bold claim. we'll circle back." he waves a hand dismissively, but his stare lingers on jeno a fraction too long before shuffling the letters in the shoebox again.
the next "suspect" doesn't even wait to be called.
"alright, alright, my turn!"
haechan bounces to his feet, throwing himself into the armchair with enough flair for two people. sprawling sideways, one leg dangling dramatically off the armrest, he grins like he's been waiting his whole life for this spotlight.
sion raises a brow. "bold move, lee donghyuck."
"c'mon, i know you've been dying to accuse me all night, so just get to it already."
the six laugh, and you roll your eyes because he's not exactly wrong. haechan flirts with you more than anyone else does—but always in the most unserious, over-the-top way, the kind that makes it easy to brush off as a joke. still, every now and then, your pulse skips and butterflies bloom when his teasing cuts too close.
sion rolls his eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't get stuck. he plucks another envelope from the stack, skimming briefly before reading aloud.
i hate how you always get under my skin. you push every button on purpose, and i swear i'm mad every time. but then you do it again, and i realise maybe i don't hate it as much as i say i do.
the room explodes again—jaemin collapsing dramatically onto the carpet in mock agony, jisung choking on his soda, and chenle letting out a cackle so sharp it rattles the air.
and its true—you've made an art out of driving specifically, haechan, crazy. stealing his controller right before he clears a tough level, switching the sugar in his coffee for salt just to watch him spit it out, humming the wrong lyrics to his favourite michael jackson song until he snaps and shoves a pillow in your face. it's a game you never tire of, because his reactions are always so loud, so dramatic, so uniquely haechan.
it's not one-sided either. he knows exactly how to crawl under your skin too—talking over your answers in charades, calling you embarrassing nicknames in front of strangers, eating the last cookie with a smug grin. half the time you're exasperated, the other half you're laughing so hard your stomach aches.
that's the thing about your relationship with haechan—you drive each other mad, but you'd both miss the chaos if it wasn't there.
haechan slaps the armrest with both hands, triumphant. "yup! that's me! yn annoys the fuck out of me, but what can i say? i'm a masochist."
sion's jaw tightens. "so you're admitting it?"
"of course i admit it," haechan shoots back smoothly, smirk widening. "we annoy each other because we care. who else has the guts to keep her humble?"
chenle wheezes, mumbling incoherently about how your dynamic actually sounds sweet, to which haechan immediately retorts, tossing a pillow across the room at him.
sion steps closer, circling the armchair like a predator closing in on its prey. "so all those times you've been glued to her side? the stupid nicknames? the endless teasing? that wasn't just for your own sick entertainment, was it?"
haechan gasps theatrically, hand to his chest. "your honour, objection! leading the witness."
"this isn't court!" sion snaps.
"sure feels like one." jeno mutters.
haechan lounges deeper into the chair, propping his chin on his palm with the kind of smirk that makes you want to a hurl a cushion at his face. "fine. you want my confession? here it is! yeah, she annoys me, and yeah, i annoy her back. but am i out here writing love letters like some tragic shakespeare character? nah. not really my style."
"convenient denial," sion mutters, narrowing his eyes.
"convenient truth," haechan counters, grinning wider. "besides—" his gaze flickers towards you, playful but softer for just a fraction of a second—"if i had something to say, i wouldn't need paper and ink. i'd make sure she heard it loud and clear, baby."
collective groans fill the room immediately, renjun smacking his forehead, while jisung mutters, "you're disgusting," under his breath.
sion pinches the bridge of his nose, visibly torn between throttling haechan and moving on. finally, he throws his hands up in defeat. "fine. whatever. you're still on the list, though. don't think you're in the clear just because you're able to gaslight your way out of my interrogation."
haechan laughs, shaking his head in amusement while sliding out of the armchair with a flourish, arms raised like he's just won a round. he flops back onto the couch, immediately yanking jaemin's blanket just to spite him, while sion groans into his palms.
you can't help it—you laugh, the tension splintering for just a second. because if there's one thing haechan will always do, it's fill the room with noise, leaving no space for silence or secrets to settle too long.
and maybe that's why, even as the letters loom larger, nobody really wants the game to end just yet.
by the time i saw they were selling there were only the two black versions left but i don't remember which i got from them haha but i also got one for my friend!!
and the works you've put out rn are sooooooo good i'm so excited for the dreamies one!!! i've been needing to read some good ones recently and right when i feel like i haven't found as many recently you come back!! is this fate 😳
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both colours are cute imo so it doesnt really matter i was just #curious... i just hope theyll be comfy for u & ur friend!!! & THANKU i teared up a little at this ask my number 1 supporter, my nerdy nerds 🤓😞🩶🫂 we are definitely fated check ur pinky RN for a red string connected to mine
you have no idea how long i’ve been manifesting for the best writer in tumblr (you) to come back 😭😭 and you’re finally here 😭😭 this is like if jesus came back btw
ALSO i’m gunna read ur fics soon TRUST 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 there will be love and there will be plenty of commentary for them… i just have to be patient…
anyways i’m glad ur back and omg i hope you enjoyed korea??!!!
MY BUBUUU HII YAYAYAY HOW ARE UUU!!!!
calling me the best writer on here when U literally exist... Alright Now... i missed reading ur works dejundesign comeback when 😭💔 (i saw ur xj bday fic I WILL BE THERE SOON TRUST. ME)
i luv and miss u sooo much thank u for always supporting me even when ure busy with life :'[🩶🩶🩶 take ur time in reading!!! i have so much wips in my drafts that i have to clear out its. lowk funny & i had a great time in korea thanku hehe
that wasn’t inspired, that was the actual head over heels episode you wrote there 😭
HELLO well yes… the whole smoking scene was basically a direct lift but i just really loved the dynamic there & thought it fit haechan really well! i definitely shouldve credited the writers properly instead of just saying it was inspired so thats on me im sorry 💔 but that said, the rest of the fic was 100% from my own head (still inspired by their dynamic ofc!)
I went to stray kids back in May, and I went to Ateez at the beginning of August, and Enhypen on August 16th. They were so fun!!! Everyone in each group looked so scrumptious. Sunoo, my shayla, cutie as always. My voice was EXTREMELY dead right after the Ateez concert (not my fault I saw the Yiddies (Yeosang wore a crop top...)) anyway, in short, the concerts were AMAZING and everyone looked so so good
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I LUV enha & ateez omg im so glad to know u had fun!!!!!! are u planning to attend any other concerts soon :p
it only takes one offhand compliment for lee haechan to decide that you're meant to be his—and he's more than happy to prove it every chance he gets. loud, relentless, and ridiculously devoted, he weaves himself into your days with the kind of shamelessness that should drive you insane. but maybe, against your better judgment, you're starting to realise you don't actually want him to stop.
pairing lee haechan x fem!reader genre fluff, college au warnings not proofread, mentions of smoking & asthma, profanities, hyuck has OVERLY down-bad behaviour word count 1.6k notes inspired by jinung & doyeon from head over heels :] i looove them & i love haechan. the only smoker id bat my lashes for
the first time you ever speak to lee haechan, you don't expect it to matter. he's your classmate—loud in a way you've always avoided, cocky in a way that seems to demand attention. people laugh when he talks, but more often at him instead of with him. you're not sure he notices.
that day, he's slouched in his seat as usual, chin tilted up towards the ceiling, sunlight glancing off his honey-warm skin. when you look closer, your eyes catch on to the scattered constellation of beauty marks across his cheek that trails down the line of his neck. you don't even think twice before saying, quietly, "they're pretty."
he blinks at you, slow, unsure. "what?"
"your moles," you explain softly, gesturing vaguely towards his cheek, his jaw, his throat. "they look like little stars."
it's a throwaway compliment for you, but something flickers in his expression—surprise, disbelief, a quiet, almost reverent sort of wonder. he opens his mouth, then closes it again, as if the right words won't come. later, you'll realise no one had ever told him they were beautiful before, and for you to say it so casually—to see him in a way no one ever had—makes something in his chest go loose and aching.
he laughs, but it comes out breathless, too giddy to hide.
the first time you realise lee haechan is going to be a problem, he's sitting far too close to you in class. his desk, technically, leaves enough space between yours to avoid suspicion, but his body doesn't seem to care for boundaries. his elbow brushes yours every few seconds, his knees stretching wide and unapologetically, as though he needs the constant reminder that you're real and right by his side.
"could you—" you hesitate, coughing softly into your fist before continuing, "could you sit a little further from me?"
haechan doesn't budge. if anything, his grin only widens. tilting his head so his messy brown hair falls into his eyes. "why? are you afraid of me?" his voice drops theatrically, the teasing lilt a little too practiced.
when you don't answer right away, he leans closer still, lowering his voice as if he's confiding in you. "or… is it because i'm too close and you're getting shy?"
you shake your head firmly, though your chest gives the faintest, most unwelcome hitch. "no, it's not that," you reply, clearing your throat. "its just—you reek of smoke, and i can't stand the smell of cigarettes." another cough breaks through your words, sharp enough to make you wince. "i have mild asthma, you see."
for once, haechan doesn't have a comeback ready. his smile falters as his eyes widen, tracing over your features like he's replaying your words in his head on loop. "so… you're feeling sick… because of me?"
"hm—i guess you could say that."
the silence that follows is odd for him, but only lasts about three seconds before haechan abruptly shoves his chair back with a screech that makes the entire class look over. without a word, he stalks towards the back of the room where the trash can sits, yanks a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and crushes them in this fist. the sound is almost violent, his knuckles white as he tosses the broken pieces into the bin.
then, in true lee haechan fashion, he turns dramatically to the class, poining a finger at the room with unearned authority. "i won't smoke again until the day i die!" he declared, voice ringing through the classroom. "so none of you are allowed to smoke either! if i catch anyone with a cigarette in hand, i'll—i'll kill you."
a pause.
from the corner, jeno mutters flatly, "you're the only one who smokes in this class, idiot…"
the whole room bursts into laughter, and haechan glares, but his eyes flicker back to you almost instantly—softening, almost sheepish. for someone who usually thrives on attention, his only concern now seems to be whether you're still coughing.
that becomes his new obsession.
within a week, you realise haechan has appointed himself your official-unofficial bodyguard against all secondhand smoke on campus. he barges into the boys' restroom mid-break, wagging a finger at freshmen and upperclassmen alike caught lighting up. "put it out! yn walks this way sometimes. what if she happens to breathe in your poisonous air?!"
his antics are ridiculous enough to cause a stir, yet he's unfazed by the mocking laughter that follows him out. he only beams proudly when he catches sight of you nearby, as though waiting for you to pat his head for being good.
you'd be lying if you said you weren't bewildered—maybe even a little touched—by the dedication.
but haechan's devotion isn't always subtle. he has a way of weaving himself into your routine without asking, as though the two of you had already silently agreed to it. he walks you back to your apartment after classes, even when it means going in the opposite direction of his own dorm. he keeps up a constant stream of chatter the whole way—compliments, complaints, insinuations that if you gave him a chance he'd treat you better than anyone else you've ever been with.
once, you told him he was overstepping. he only blinked, thought for no more than half a second, then said, "yeah… maybe. but you're still walking next to me, so maybe you don't mind that much. right?”
you roll your eyes, but your pen stumbles against the page when you feel the warmth of his gaze linger on you far longer than necessary. his compliments may be shameless, but the way he looks at you—as if you've hung the moon—leaves your chest feeling uncomfortably warm.
the real trouble, however, comes when he decides proximity is non-negotiable.
you're in the library, whispering the requirements of your joint assignment to him, outlining what had to be done and when. you were halfway through your explanation when you realised he hadn't taken a single note. his notebook was blank. instead, his chin rested on his palm, eyes fixed on the shift of your lips with an intensity that prickles your skin.
"...are you listening?" you asked finally, shifting uncomfortably.
"yes," he breathes, then pauses. "no." his gaze flicks down to your mouth again. "i mean—maybe i'd listen better if you, um… repeated everything while kissing me…"
your eyes widen. "haechan."
"yn," he parrots back, lips curling into a grin.
and then, out of nowhere, he leans in, lips puckered slightly, clearly aiming for your cheek.
you jerk back. "what are you doing?"
he looks almost sheepish, then bold all over again. "trying to kiss you?"
"wha—you can't just—"
"why not? you're right here… no one's looking…" his eyes dip to your lips, then back to your face, and for the first time, you realise how much he actually wants this. not as a joke, not as a game—he wants you, in his messy, hopeless way.
"no—because we're not…" you trail off, searching for words. "you can't just go around kissing random girls, haechan!"
he tilts his head, genuinely puzzled. "but i'm not trying to kiss a random girl… i want to kiss you."
"but we're not even dating… you—"
"oh." he blinks, thoughtful as if processing a concept that hadn't occured to him even after all these weeks, then brightens. "okay. then i'll be your boyfriend."
your jaw drops. "that's not how this works—"
"but why not? look… i'll prove it." his hand hovers in the air like he's debating whether to take yours, then boldly presses it against yours. his skin is warm, clammy even, but the weight of his palm is steady. he lifts your hands to his cheek, leaning against them with dramatic flourish, fluttering his eyes shut before cracking one open again. "see? we're holding hands now. that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do… right?"
you gape at him, torn between laughter and exasperation. "...you're unbelievable."
"unbelievably in love with you, yeah…" he says smoothly, though his ears are pink, betraying his nerves. "so? can i kiss you now?"
you don't even have time to argue before he's leaning across the table, heart-shaped lips puckering towards your own. mortified, you grab his arm and haul him out of the library, ignoring the amused snickers trailing after you. he stumbles along, completely unbothered, like a puppy thrilled to finally have your attention.
the moment the doors swing shut, haechan spins back to you, excitement sparking in his eyes. "you wanna go to somewhere more private?! ah—i don't think my roommate's home right now. why not we—"
"haechan."
he freezes, blinking rapidly at your tone. "...hm?"
you're glaring, exasperated and flustered all at once. "why do you think i dragged you out of the library?"
"because…" he tilts his head, lips parting in anticipation. "you're more comfortable kissing me out here?"
your jaw drops. "what? no."
his face falls instantly, but only for a second before the smile creeps back in, sly and boyish. "okay, okay. not now. but soon, right? you'll want to kiss me soon." his voice dips low, hopeful, and you realise, with dawning horror, that this boy has absolutely no concept of shame.
it's ridiculous. he's ridiculous. and yet, there's something about his persistence—the way he throws himself headfirst into liking you, no hesitation, no restraint—that lodges itself in your chest. you're not sure when it stopped feeling like annoyance and started feeling like something heavier, something you're secretly learning to crave.
because for all his dramatics and flirtations, you've noticed how haechan listens. he remembers your ailments. he notices when you're too tired to carry your books and takes them without asking. he hovers just close enough to be overwhelming, but never crosses a line that leaves you feeling truly uncomfortable. and for someone so infamously careless, his care for you is startling in its clarity.
and for the first time—somewhere between the cigarettes he swore off for your sake and the way he lights up every time you so much as look at him, you admit—if only silently, if only to yourself—that you find him pretty beyond his beauty marks.
saturdays at your house are always loud, messy, and dramatic—mostly thanks to your brother and his dear friends. but when a love letter keeps arriving at exactly 7:37PM sharp, the noise turns suspicious. how do you deal with seven suspects, a nosy brother, and a mystery admirer that might be a little too close for comfort all in one night?
pairing 7dream, secret member x fem!reader feat. oh sion genre interactive written series, secret admirer au, fluff, comedy, mysteryish warnings not proofread, profanities, overdramatic & overprotective sion, suspiciously cute behaviour from 7dream chapter word count 1.2k notes first official wave of holo out. i have no words. taste WILL be album of the year.
prologue — CHAPTER ONE — chapter two
it doesn't take long for sion to barge into your room after the moment at the door. he's muttering under his breath, pulling open drawers and cabinets like a detective who's convinced the evidence is hiding in plain sight. when he crouches by your nighstand, you react a second too late.
his triumphant shout echoes through the hall as he drags out an old shoebox from underneath. inside is a bundle of cream-coloured envelopes, tied neatly with a ribbon.
"sion—" you lunge forward, mortified, but he's already holding the stack aloft, shaking it in the air like it's radioactive. "you've been keeping all of them? what are you, running an archive?"
"put them back, they're mine!"
"they're evidence," he snaps, though the grin of his face betrays he's enjoying this far too much to be genuinely mad. "evidence of betrayal. treachery. the downfall of our friendship!"
you bury your face in your hands as he marches back into the living room, envelopes fanned out like a deck of incriminating cards. the seven boys freeze at the sight of him climbing onto the coffee table.
"rules are simple!" sion bellows, waving tonight's fresh envelope over his head. "none of you are going home tonight until i figure out which one of you is trying to destroy my family by slipping these cheesy confessions under my sister's door at 7:37PM every saturday like clockwork. dumb choice of time, by the way."
"destroy your family?" haechan scoffs, flicking a kernel of popcorn at him. "dramatic much?"
"silence!" sion barks, pointing an accusatory finger toward the group. his eyes dart from face to face, suspicious, before narrowing in on one unlucky victim. "mark lee. come here."
mark's groan echoes through the room, and the boys break into laughter before he even moves. "ME? what did i do?!"
"you're sweating," sion says flatly.
mark blinks, rubbing the back of his neck like he's only just realised he really is a little sweaty, before breaking into a fit of nervous laughter. "what—no, that's just… dude—i'm always warm!"
but there's no escaping. with chenle chanting guilty! guilty! under his breath, mark reluctantly peels himself off the couch and drop into an armchair across from you. he sits stiffly, and with the chair angled towards you, his knees brush close enough to make your pulse trip. it feels uncomfortably like being put on an accidental date—with your brother glowering nearby as the world's worst chaperone.
sion paces between you like a detective about to break a high profile case, clearing his throat with all the gravity of a prosecutor. "name."
"dude. are you serious right now?"
"NAME."
mark laughs, shaking his head. "mark lee."
"intentions."
mark hesitates. "to… eat snacks, hang out, not get punched in the face?"
the room explodes into laughter again, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, but you're watching him too closely to laugh. his fingers drum against his knees, his eyes flickering nervously between sion and you.
sion brandishes one of the envelopes like damning proof, unfolding it carefully, before reading with exaggerated seriousness.
you have this way of laughing, where your shoulders shake before the sound comes out, like you're trying not to let the world hear. it's stupid how much i look forward to it every week.
he lowers the paper and fixes mark with a look. "sound familiar?"
mark's mouth falls open like the letter might combust in your brother's hands. "that—" he gestures wildly. "i don't write like that! i don't even talk like that!"
the boys crack up. haechan jeers, "aww, does markie have a crush on ynnie?" while jaemin mutters, "that does kinda sound like you though…"
you stay quiet, but your heart stutters for a moment. because the thing is—mark has noticed. once, when you'd tried to stifle your laughter during a bad movie, he leaned in close and whispered, "you always do that," like it was something only he saw.
sion crosses his arms. "and, let's not forget, my sister clearly has a little crush on you."
you choke. "sion!"
mark's ears turn scarlet instantly, and he nearly falls forward in protest. "wha—no! no, no, that's… that's not—" his words tangle over themselves, his gaze darting to you for half a second before he forces it back down to the floor.
your chest burns as you glare at your brother, wishing you could sink into the cushions and disappear off the face of the earth. but sion only smirks. "proving my point, huh. yn likes you, therefore, you have the strongest motive out of anyone here."
mark groans, burying his face in his hands. "what are y—what are you even saying?!"
but beneath his mortified defense, you catch the smallest thing—his knee bouncing slightly, his hands flexing against his jeans, like he's holding back on something he wants to say but knows he shouldn't. and it makes you wonder, even though you tell yourself not to.
"alright... next!" sion's gaze sweeps the room, spinning dramatically before his finger lands squarely on renjun, who's slouched comfortably against the couch cushions. "you. huang renjun. get in the chair."
renjun exhales loudly, rolling his eyes, but he pushes himself up anyway, dragging his feet just to make a point. his posture is the complete opposite of mark's—where mark had fidgeted nervously, renjun drops into the armchair like he owns it—slouching low, arms crossed, and wearing his exasperation like armour.
"let's see…" sion mutters, rifling through the shoebox until he pulls out another envelope. he clears his through and begins to read,
you take care of my happiness without even realising it. thank you for always appreciating the food i bring, listening to me ramble, and showing up when i don't expect it. sometimes i wonder if you even know how much those things matter.
sion slaps the letter down dramatically, eyes narrowing. "and who always happens to show up with takeout? always knocking on her door with snacks every other week, pretending it's all casual? YOU. huang. ren. jun." he stabs a finger towards him. "coincidence? i think not."
renjun raises a brow, unimpressed. "so my crime is… being decent? wow. lock me up."
the boys snicker, and you can't help the snort that escapes you—because sion isn't wrong. renjun has always been softer with you, bringing you takeout on nights when you're too busy to eat, or knock on your door for quiet company when the noise of the boys gets overwhelming. once, when a storm kept him from going home after game night, you let him stay, the two of you quietly sharing leftover pizza until the rain stopped. little things neither of you ever make a big deal of, but linger on all the same.
sion paces, glaring at him. "classic admirer behaviour. you think you're so subtle, but clearly, you're not."
renjun exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. "sion, if i was yn's admirer, trust me, i wouldn't be sliding secret letters under her door. i'd have the guts to just say it to her face." his words are casual, but the way he tilts his head toward you for a beat makes your stomach tighten unexpectedly.
the six, of course, erupt into teasing whistles and hoots, making the moment crumble into laughter. you duck your head, pretending to smooth the fabric of your pajama sleeve so no one notices the warmth creeping up your neck.
sion, however, refuses to drop it. "deflecting with sarcasm. bold claims. very suspicious." he pretends to scribble notes on his palm.
renjun scoffs, leaning back even further. "you're unbelievable."
"and you're not cleared yet," sion shoots back, dramatically hugging the stack of letters to his chest like they're state secrets.
