🫧 sofi

𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 ﹙방탄⋆﹚ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾

[callatelabok]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— kdramas & quiet nights ｡𖦹°‧

MASTERLIST !!!

books, movies, soft feelings

⊹₊⟡⋆ bts. illit. enhypen. txt. cortis. gracie abrams. sabrina carpenter. role model ⊹₊⟡⋆

more about me letterboxd, pinterest & spotify !!

reqs & asks open *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[cortangerine]

੭ﾞ我最喜欢的永远 ˆ꒱ ㅤ 就是你 𓂂◞

sypnosis you have the fattest crush on Seonghyeon ever since you guys were still in highschool, what happens when you found out he debuted in Cortis? How would he feel when he realised he's your bias?

notes not proofread, contains swearing. clearingmydraftpart2 you can tell i really like highschool love haha🙏 IMIGHT MAKE THIS FIC INTO A SMAU SERIES

── divider by @/cursed-carmine

The weather was scorching hot today. Student's chatters scattered the classroom─anything but paying attention in class. The literature teacher kept talking about symbolism or something, her voice quietly blending within the classroom, but you couldn’t focus on a single word.

You sat by the window, propping your chin on your hand while gazing at the field when you noticed something, or...someone.

Seonghyeon, who is currently playing basketball with his gang.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD like holy facecard?

Dark brown hair damped from sweat, while his pe shirt clinged slightly to his back, outlining his shoulders every time he jumped for a rebound. His laughter can be heard faintly through the opened classroom window.

Your friend besides you noticed too.

"Don't tell me your looking at him again," she groaned

" Oh- please, he just look so handsome," you replied, still watching closely at him. "I swear the girls next class was pinning on him too!"

Outside, his friends was chatting about what to eat for lunch when he felt someone staring. Slowly, he glanced up toward the building behind him, your block. For a second, his eyes searched lazily across the rows of windows before landing directly on yours.

Your heart nearly stopped that moment.

Both of your eyes met for a sec before he smiled softly, at you.

In a split second, Seonghyeon lifted one hand slightly, hidden low enough beneath the window frame so probably nobody else noticed. A tiny wave, towards you.

Your whole body froze, breath hitching in your throat. However, before you could even reply, his hand dropped, the wave vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, and his attention shifted back to his friends.

You glanced back to your friend, face flushed from the encounter. You couldn't believed what has happened just now.

"He looked at-, no he waved at me!" you exclaimed, not loud enough to interupt the teacher.

"Are you sure your not dreaming?" she only said before writing her notes.

"I swear on my mom he did infact, looked at me!" you argued.

"Ladies at the back! Please focus." the teacher suddenly called out, clearly not impressed by the two of you.

"...Yes ma'am" you could only say before shifting your attention back to class.

. ݁ ₊ ⊹. ౨ৎ . ݁ ₊ ⊹

Seonghyeon stopped coming to school after that.

At first, people assumed he was just absent for the day. Then a day became a week, and suddenly his disappearance turned into the only thing anyone talked about in the hallways.

Rumors spread like crazy, some said he was sick sick, that he collapsed and has been hospitalized overnight. Others whispered that his family had suddenly moved away without telling anyone. A few even claimed they saw him at the train station carrying a few bags, face hidden beneath a hoodie like he was trying hard not to be recognized.

You tried pretending you weren’t listening, but every new madeup rumour made your stomach twist tighter than ever.

The whole school felt wrong without him in it ─ how his seat two class away from yours sat painfully empty, how everytime you looked out the window to search for him, just to be disappointed by his absence.

By lunch, you couldn’t even finish eating. Your friends stares at you, completely baffled by your behaviour.

"ugh, he's not going to come back even if you starve yourself." one of your friends finally broke the silence.

"I know but..." you replied, looking at your half eaten melon bread.

"if your that worried about him..." your friend suddenly suggest

"just text him you idiot. Though I feel like he wouldn’t reply you" another one of your buddies chip in, cheeks still full of food.

"???? NO way," you raised your voice slightly, which cause passerby to turned around.

"Just try your luck. Here,I have his number." your friend slides you his contact just for safety measures.

That afternoon, rain tapped softly against the classroom windows while students packed their bags to leave. However, you stayed seated long after the bell rang, staring at your phone, fingering hovering over his contact.

You tried typing something, but ended up deleting all over again. You didn't want him to think your desperate but at the same time, you couldn't wait any longer, you wanted to know if he's okay or not.

Hi! ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧ This is Yn did you get sick? are you okay?

Before the thought of visibly cringing and wanting to delete it again, you braced yourself and quickly hit the sent button.

Okay, maybe you did regret doing that.

The classroom slowly emptied until only the sound of rain remained. You stared at the screen, not knowing what to do. Each passing second only deepened the discomfort twisting in your chest. Before you knew it, your phone buzzed. You jolted upright in your chair, heart leaping into your throat. You grab your phone anxiously, preparing for the worst.

Hey, this is Sean. I'm okay. can't really explain rn tho, ttyl?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, not knowing what to reply.

Another message appeared seconds later.

are you worried about me?

You stare at that last message maybe 2...3....no 5 times atleast. Eyes scanning at that same sentence a good 6 times before your brain fully processed that.

a little

That's all you say. Cause you do, you miss him, infact way more than 'a little'. Rain continued tapping softly against the classroom windows while the screen glowed in your trembling hands.

Just then, three dots appeared again.

i'll be back soon, don't worry too much

Before you could even replied, another message appeared

I miss you too

You closed the app when you saw that, and immediately slam your phone down on the table.

You're so glad everyone else left.

. ݁ ₊ ⊹. ౨ৎ . ݁ ₊ ⊹

Months A year had passed.

It's been approx 486 days without Seonghyeon.

At one point, people at school stopped mentioning Seonghyeon altogether. His desk was eventually replaced by somebody else. The teachers no longer ask about his absence during attendance. Even the fake ahh rumors dissapeared, replaced by upcoming exams and future college applications.

Everyone seems to forget about him, everyone except you.

You still text him sometimes, and he'll reply later than usual everytime. During good days, he'll even text you first, telling you how his day suck or smth, and then he'll disappeared again for days again. Sometimes entire weeks passed without a single msg, and although you tried convincing yourself you were used to it by now, the silence still settled inside your chest every time.

He even said he’ll come back, what happened to that?

Though, despite everything, you couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through your chest at the thought that he still thought of you. (stop with the delulu)

Time slipped by quietly, and before anyone could truly process it, high school was already coming to an end. One by one, people started talking about college and upcoming plans and stuff

You hurried to school like usual, that’s the consequences of sleeping late every time. Mentally praying that you’ll arrive at school on time before the gates closes.

Upon reaching school, your whole face was already covered in sweats. Yet, something felt rather different or strange in a way. The teacher wasn’t on duty today, not even the prefects. Not a single student was present at the schoolyard. It was a bit unsettling to say the least but still you hurriedly walk over to your class.

The corridor felt weird too. Usually there would be people walking or gathering around here but strangely enough, barely a single person is using the corridor. The classrooms was oddly filled with murmurs and soft gasp but you pay no mind to it (you tried).

Sliding the door open, you would have thought that the teacher has already came but to your surprise, your class was basically a dessert, only a few friends of yours are present, endlessly scrolling through their phone, eyes never leaving the screen.

Odd, isn’t it like school hours? Why are they on their phones?

Still, you walked over to them, trying to atleast glance at what they’re looking at. Strangely, when they looked up towards you, their reaction was totally uncalled.

"GIRL DID U SAW FUCKING TWITTER?" Is all your friend said before violently shaking your shoulders over and over again.

"what─ no wtf-"

"CHECK IT NOW CAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK."

and you did. You open twt to see what’s going on with everyone. You felt abit anxious when you scroll and scroll, all of the news doesn't felt as shocking as your friend described…until one post from BigHitEnt.

At first, it doesn't look like anything special, you know, just another debut teaser flooding social media. A newly announced boy group from some entertainment company you vaguely recognized. The comments were already exploding beneath the post.

Well until your eyes drifted toward the center member.

BIGHIT NEW BOY GROUP : CORTIS DEBUTS 8/18 MARTIN JAMES JUHOON SEONGHYEON KEONHO

Him, Seonghyeon.

It's hard to believe honestly.

Though the same time, all the dots seems to connect one to another. How he dissapeared so suddenly, how he rarely replied to your texts, how he can't seem to explain his situation.

It all seems to be coming together.

The realisation not only hits you but others as well. All this time, while everyone thought he’d disappeared or transferred away or gotten sick...he had been training to become an idol.

You zoomed in on him specifically, he look way older and grew into his features well. His dark brown hair was styled perfectly to accomodate his features, face glowing with the other members.

Below the pictures, comments flooded endlessly down the screen.

WHOS THE CENTER OMG??? HOLYFACECARD OH THEY'RE GONNA BLOWUP PREDEBUT FANS HERE!

Your beats faster than ever with every comment you read. While everyone was busy talking about Sean, you went to your seat to open his contact, heart silently praying its still there.

Except, its not.

It's gone. You already had a small gut feeling that this would happen, yet you still hold onto that empty hope that maybe, maybe his contact would still be there. And from that day onwards, you knew that he's no longer the same guy you once had loved.

. ݁ ₊ ⊹. ౨ৎ . ݁ ₊ ⊹

Semester break is right around the corner.

After weeks of exhausting finals, late-night studying, and surviving on Redbulls and energy drinks, you felt like you could finally breathe again. Your friends were already making plans for the break─talking excitedly about late-night outings, sleepovers, and maybe even throwing a small party just to celebrate.

Yet, you already had some plans for tonight.

Biding farewell to your friends, you walked to the desinated location. Fans have already crowded the front door but you pay no mind.

All you were thinking of is seeing him again.

After what seems like a year, you grown to like his group really well. From slowly listening to their music to watching all their videos and even joining their live, you could prob call yourself a connoisseur at this point.

After waiting patiently in the line, you finally got into your seat. Thousands of fans surrounded the venue, some holding banners of their bias. You even saw how exicted they are, how their eyes gleams so brightly at the thought of seeing their idol in real life.

The venue lights dimmed and suddenly the crowd exploded instantly into deafening screamms. Your breath caught as the giant screens flickered to life, one member appearing after another under the flashes of light and music.

And then, he appeared. Seonghyeon.

With every new face on screen, the roar of the venue intensified. Yet, amidst the chaos, you sat completely frozen, gripping your glowing lightstick so tightly your knuckles turned white. The music starts, and suddenly he was dancing beneath thousands of lights while fans cheered. Your eyes followed his figure, how he dances so flawlesly, how he still have a habit of running a hand through his hair between songs whenever he got nervous.

Time slowed down, seeing him in person, after everything that had happened between you two before the fame, made reality crash down all at once. He was entirely out of reach now.

Your chest ached painfully.

Halfway through the concert, the members paused to talk with the audience while catching their breath. Seonghyeon stood near the center of the stage, slightly flushed from performing beneath the heat of the lights.

Then slowly, his gaze drifted across the crowd.

From one section to another, until suddenly, his eyes stopped. Directly at where you were standing.

Your heart pounded hard against your chest.

For one terrifying second, Seonghyeon looked completely still. The noise of the arena faded into something distant and muffled while your entire body went numb beneath his stare. His expression shifted so subtly most people wouldn’t have noticed it.

Except you.

Of course you'll noticed, you had spent years studying his face every day during lunchtime long before the world knew him. Your friends may call you a lunatic but hey...who wouldn't honestly?

Recognition flickered briefly across his face dissapeared almost instantly.

But it was there.

Your breath caught painfully in your throat.

The concert continues, the crowd erupted back into screams as the members rushed into the next performance. You stand there, watching him from the sides silently.

It wasn't like you at all, back then, you would have been cheering on top of your lungs like your life depended on it during the school's national basketball competition, while even wearing his jersey number.

And still, every now and then, you caught him glancing toward your section again, well ─briefly.

By the final song, everyone was tired. Confetti drifted slowly from the ceiling while the members stood breathless beneath soft golden lights, thanking fans one by one. Together with the members, Seonghyeon bowed fully to thank everyone again. His cheeks were flushed, hair damped from sweat. His breathing still uneven from performing.

Yet somehow, when he smiled at the crowd, your chest tightened painfully with familiarity. That smile, was painfully similar to the one he gives you that day.

The concert ended far too quickly after that.

By the time you finally returned home, it was already past midnight. Exhaustion clung heavily to your body as you changed into more comfortable clothes before collapsing onto your bed, the concert still replaying endlessly inside your head. Your eyes was about to close when suddenly, a small notification interupts you.

You groaned before reaching towards it. Expecting to be some insta notifs from your friends. Instead, an unknown number appeared across your screen. Your brows furrowed slightly, opening the message.

you came?

You stared blankly at the message for several seconds. Three dots apprearing above your head as you stare longer at it.

Wrong number?

Your fingers hovered uncertainly above the keyboard before typing back carefully.

who is this?

Three dots appeared almost immediately, before vanishing, before appearing again....is this some strange prank?

damn did u really forget me?

You blinked. Complementing whether you should block this number right now or no. Fortunately Unfortunately , curiosity hits you.

sorry no idea

This time the response came faster, as well as your heart drop.

sean

Your entire body went completely still. This must be some kind of prank right?

who?

Another message appeared.

don't believe me? ill post something on weverse jus4u watch

As you finish reading the message, a notification appeared.

Weverse.

Seonghyeon new post, caption "miss you, coer"

You threw your phone away that moment.

WHATTHE ACTUALFUCKBRO

[tobiosbbyghorl]

kimchi my way to your heart | psh

- You thought turning down your CEO would be the end of it—until he shows up in your grandmother’s kitchen, wearing a ridiculous floral vest, dramatically praising homemade kimchi like it’s a Michelin-star meal… and quietly trying to win over the one person who matters most.

wc: lost count...💔

From the moment you started working at the front desk, you already understood—quietly, instinctively—that people like Park Sunghoon didn’t end up with people like you. His world was glass walls, tailored suits, and decisions that carried weight you couldn’t even measure.

Yours was warm greetings, ringing phones, and knowing exactly which employee liked their coffee a certain way. It should’ve stayed that simple. But it didn’t—because for reasons that still didn’t make sense, he kept choosing you. Lingering by your desk, asking questions he didn’t need answers to, calling you directly just to ask if you’d eaten.

Then came the coffee you didn’t order, the flowers without a name, the way he stood beside you fixing a printer like he had nowhere else to be. And when he asked you out—calm, sincere, no pressure—you said no. Not because you didn’t feel it, but because you did, and that scared you more than anything else. You thought that would end it. It didn’t. He didn’t push—but he stayed.

And somehow, that persistence led him here. To your grandmother’s house. An hour away from the city.

In a full suit.

You were in the middle of making kimchi, hands stained red with chili paste, apron slightly crooked, when the knock came. You opened the door without thinking—and froze.

“Sir?” you blinked, because there he was, like he had stepped out of your other life and into this one without warning. “Hi,” he said, like this was normal. Like he hadn’t just shown up uninvited in your hometown. You didn’t even get to question it properly because your grandmother appeared behind you, took one look at him, and immediately decided he belonged to you.

“Oh! You finally brought a man home!” she beamed, already pulling him inside while you stood there in disbelief. “Grandma, no—he’s not—” Too late. She had already dragged him into the kitchen, and the worst part? He didn’t correct her. Not even a little. You grabbed his sleeve the second you could. “Did you follow me?” you whispered sharply. He leaned just slightly closer, voice calm.

“Your coworker talks too much.” Your eyes widened. “That’s creepy.” “That’s effort,” he corrected—and before you could argue further, your grandma shoved a bright red floral vest into his hands and told him to put it on if he was going to help. And he did. Without hesitation.

At first, it was almost entertaining. Watching Park Sunghoon—your intimidating, always-composed CEO, stand there in a ridiculous vest while your grandmother handed him vegetables like he’d been hired on the spot. “Not like that,” she said, grabbing his wrist gently and adjusting how he held the knife.

“Cut properly. You’ll hurt yourself.” He nodded immediately, following every instruction like it mattered, like this was just as important as anything he’d ever done. You leaned against the counter, watching with a smirk. “Careful, sir. That’s a big career shift.” He glanced at you, calm but with that quiet challenge in his eyes.

“I adapt quickly.” “We’ll see,” you muttered.

Your grandma, meanwhile, had already started her questioning—casual in tone, but sharp underneath. “So,” she said, watching his hands as he cut, “you’re the boss, right?” “Yes, ma’am,” he answered respectfully. You almost choked. He never talked like that in the office. “You make a lot of money?” she continued.

“Grandma—!” you cut in, mortified, but he didn’t even hesitate. “I’m comfortable,” he said simply. She hummed. “That means yes.” You pressed your lips together, watching him, but he stayed composed, continuing to cut more carefully now.

“You work all the time?” she asked. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But I make time for what matters.” Her eyes flicked up. “And my granddaughter matters?” You froze. Sunghoon didn’t. “Yes,” he said, steady, like it was the easiest truth he’d ever told. Your chest tightened, but before you could process it, your grandma tapped his hand lightly.

“Focus. Your cuts are uneven.” “Sorry,” he murmured, adjusting immediately.

But soon enough, cutting turned into mixing—and that’s when things changed. At first, he kept up. Then slowly… he didn’t. Your grandma moved like she had endless stamina, hands quick and practiced, while Sunghoon—despite trying—started to fall behind. You noticed the shift immediately: the slight tension in his shoulders, the slower movements, the controlled breathing he was trying very hard to hide.

You bit back a smile and leaned closer. “What happened, sir?” you whispered teasingly. “Too much for you?” “I’m fine,” he replied, but there was a faint strain under his calm voice now. You tilted your head, grinning. “You can go home, you know.” That did it. His hands paused for half a second, then moved again—faster this time, more deliberate. “I’m not going home,” he said quietly. “You’re about to collapse.”

“I said I’m fine.” “You look like you’re negotiating with your own arms.” He shot you a sharper look—and then just like that, something in him shifted. He doubled his effort. Faster. Stronger. Determined. You blinked, surprised, as he pushed through it like losing wasn’t an option. Your grandma paused, watching him—and then smiled. “Oh?” she hummed.

“Pretty boy’s stubborn.” You nearly laughed out loud. “Pretty boy?” you repeated under your breath, and this time, a faint flush crept up his neck—but he didn’t stop.

Then your grandma reached for a piece of kimchi, wrapped it with meat, and held it up to him. “Here,” she said. “Eat.” You went still. That wasn’t just feeding—it meant something. Sunghoon blinked, just once, caught off guard—but then he leaned in and took the bite.

And immediately—immediately—he turned dramatic. “Oh—” he breathed out, eyes widening like he’d just experienced something life-changing. “Mm. Mm!” He nodded quickly, covering his mouth slightly as he chewed, like he was trying to process it. “This is—wow—this is incredible.”

You stared at him. He wasn’t done. “The flavor—” he continued, pointing slightly like he was analyzing fine dining, “—it’s deep, but not overwhelming. The spice hits, but it doesn’t overpower the meat, and the balance—this is perfect. Actually perfect.” Your jaw dropped. Your grandma’s face lit up. “Really?” “Yes,” he said immediately, completely sincere—or at least convincing enough to be dangerous.

“I’ve never had anything like this.” You kicked his foot under the table. He ignored you. “I might need another bite,” he added thoughtfully. “Just to confirm.” “Eat more!” your grandma laughed, clearly won over, and you watched in disbelief as he nodded like he’d just secured approval in a board meeting.

Then he turned to you—of course he did—picked up another piece, and held it out. “You too.” You stared at him. “…You’re unbelievable.” “Eat,” he said softly, and you rolled your eyes but leaned in anyway, taking the bite just to shut him up. He watched you the entire time, that small, satisfied smile creeping back like he’d just won something.

Later, when everything was done, your grandma sent you outside to set the table for dinner. The air felt cooler, quieter—but your thoughts weren’t. You moved slower than necessary, adjusting plates that didn’t need adjusting, because something about the way he had just fit into your world so easily was unsettling in the best way.

Through the open door, you could still see them—your grandma and Sunghoon—alone now. She turned to him, arms loosely crossed.

“You like my granddaughter,” she said plainly. He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” She studied him carefully. “You have money, status, everything already. Why her?” He exhaled softly. “Because she doesn’t treat me like I’m any of that,” he said. “She treats me like I’m just me.”

Your grandma hummed. “And that’s enough?” “No,” he admitted. “But it’s where it starts.” A pause. Then quieter, more certain, “I’m here because I’m serious about her.” She watched him for a long moment. “And if she refuses again?” “Then I’ll respect it,” he said. “But I won’t stop caring about her.”

Outside, your hands stilled against the table.

Your chest felt too full.

You hadn’t told him to leave.

And maybe… you didn’t want to.

By the time you finish setting everything up outside, the sky has softened into that warm, late-afternoon glow that makes everything feel slower, gentler. The low table—your grandma’s old soban—is already filled with dishes you grew up eating, the kind that never needed recipes because they lived in memory. You’re adjusting the last set of chopsticks when you hear the door slide open behind you.

“Careful,” Sunghoon says, stepping out with a bowl in his hands like it’s something delicate, even though you know it’s heavy. “Where do you want this?”

You glance over your shoulder—and pause.

He still has the vest on.

Blazer now off, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly out of place now, a faint sheen of effort still clinging to him—and somehow, instead of looking out of place, he just looks… there. Like he’s settled into this version of himself far too easily. “…There,” you say, pointing, before quickly looking away.

Your grandma follows right after him, carrying the rest like she hasn’t spent the entire afternoon working. “Sit, sit,” she insists, waving both of you down. “Food is better when it’s eaten warm.”

You settle onto the floor, legs folding naturally beneath you. Sunghoon hesitates for half a second—clearly not used to this—but then lowers himself across from you anyway, adjusting awkwardly at first before finding his balance.

“Comfortable?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He meets your eyes, completely serious. “Very.”You snort. “Liar.”

“I’m adapting,” he corrects.Your grandma laughs, clearly entertained, and starts piling food onto his plate before he can even protest. “Eat more. You worked hard.”

“Thank you,” he says immediately, straightening slightly like he’s receiving something important.

You watch as he takes his first proper bite of the meal—and like earlier, he doesn’t just eat. He reacts.

There’s a small pause. Then— “…Wow.”

You close your eyes. Not again.

“This is dangerous,” he continues, shaking his head lightly like he’s processing something serious. “If I eat like this every day, I’m never going back to my own house.”Your grandma bursts into laughter. “Then don’t go back!” she teases. You groan. “Grandma, please don’t encourage him.”

“I’m just being honest,” Sunghoon adds, placing a hand over his chest like he’s making a formal declaration. “I think I’ve found where I belong.”

You shoot him a look. “You’ve been here for three hours.” “And I’ve already been fed better than I have in years.”

“That’s because you eat like a stressed executive.” “I am a stressed executive.”

Your grandma laughs again—louder this time, clearly delighted—and reaches over to add more food to his plate. “You’re funny,” she tells him, shaking her head. “A pretty boy and funny. That’s rare.” You nearly choke on your drink. “Grandma—” But Sunghoon just nods, completely unfazed. “I do my best.”

You stare at him in disbelief. He glances at you briefly, just enough for you to catch the small, teasing curve of his lips before he looks back at your grandma.

“So,” he says, tilting his head slightly, “if I keep eating well and working hard, do I get promoted?” “Promoted?” your grandma echoes.

“Yes,” he replies smoothly. “From kitchen assistant… to someone who’s allowed to come back.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then your grandma laughs—really laughs this time, shoulders shaking. “You’re bold,” she says. “I learned from the best today,” he answers without missing a beat.

You cover your face. “This is ridiculous.”But you’re smiling. You can feel it. And he notices. Of course he does.

“Eat,” he murmurs, softer now, nudging a dish slightly closer to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You glance at him, then at your grandma, who’s still watching the two of you with that knowing look she thinks you don’t notice.

“…You’re enjoying this too much,” you mutter. “I am,” he admits easily.

There’s no hesitation. No pretending. Just quiet honesty. And somehow, that’s the part that gets to you the most.

The conversation flows easier after that—your grandma asking him random things, him answering without that usual corporate filter, slipping into something more relaxed, more real. At one point, he even tries a joke—an actual, intentional joke—and it’s so painfully obvious you brace yourself for impact.

“If I come here often,” he starts, completely serious, “do I get a loyalty card? Like—ten meals and I earn a permanent seat?”

You stare at him. “That’s your joke?” you deadpan. But your grandma, Your grandma loves it.

She laughs so hard she has to set her chopsticks down. “Ay, you’re funny!” she says, wiping at her eyes. “Okay, okay—if you come ten times, I’ll give you a special seat!”

Sunghoon nods like he’s just secured a contract. “Deal.” You look between them, incredulous. “You’re both unbelievable.”

“And you’re outnumbered,” he adds calmly. You scoff—but you don’t argue. Because as the evening settles around you, laughter mixing with the quiet hum of your neighborhood, something shifts in a way you can’t quite explain.

He doesn’t look out of place anymore. Not across from you. Not here. And when he catches your eye again—soft, steady, like he’s not in a rush for anything—you realize something you’ve been avoiding all day.

This doesn’t feel impossible.Not like you thought it would. Not anymore.

Dinner stretches longer than you expect, the kind that doesn’t end when the food is gone because the talking keeps going—your grandma asking him about everything from traffic in the city to whether he knows how to fix a leaking faucet (“I can learn,” he says, completely serious), and Sunghoon answering like none of it is beneath him, like this is just another version of a conversation he wants to be part of.

At some point he even refills her glass before his own without thinking, and she notices—of course she does—and gives you that look from across the table that says he was raised well. You pretend not to see it, focusing very hard on your rice while he, completely unhelpfully, slides one of the better pieces of meat toward your side of the table like it’s second nature.

“Eat properly,” he murmurs, low enough that only you hear, and you nudge his foot under the table in warning. He doesn’t even react—just keeps talking to your grandma like nothing happened, like he didn’t just casually act like he’s always been part of your space.

By the time the sky deepens into evening, the air cooler and quieter, it’s finally time for him to leave. You stand up first, brushing your hands together, already preparing yourself for the awkward shift back to reality—back to sir, back to distance—but your grandma beats you to it. “Wait,” she says, already heading inside before either of you can ask why.

You glance at Sunghoon, arms crossing instinctively. “You should go before she decides to adopt you.” He tilts his head slightly, lips curving. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“You should.” “I don’t think she would agree with you.” “You’ve known her for one afternoon.”

“And yet,” he says lightly, “I’ve been fed, praised, and given a title.” You narrow your eyes. “Pretty boy is not a title.”

“It sounded official.” Before you can argue, your grandma returns—carrying a container.

Not a small one. A proper container, filled generously with kimchi and neatly packed side dishes.

You blink. “Grandma—”

“This is for you,” she says, handing it straight to Sunghoon like it’s been decided. “You liked it so much, right?”

For the first time that evening, he actually looks a little surprised—but it melts quickly into something softer, something warmer. He takes it carefully, almost respectfully. “Thank you,” he says, and there’s no playfulness in it this time. “I really appreciate it.”

“You eat well,” she replies, nodding in approval. “Come back if you want more.” You choke. “Grandma—!” But she just waves you off.

Sunghoon glances at you then, just briefly, and there’s something in his expression—quiet, pleased, a little victorious—before he bows his head slightly to her. “I will,” he says simply.

You walk him out to the gate, arms still crossed, trying to ignore the way your chest feels oddly tight now that he’s actually leaving. The street is quieter, the kind of stillness that makes everything feel more real than it did a few minutes ago. “You didn’t have to do all that,” you mutter, not quite looking at him.

“I know.” “…Then why did you?”

He adjusts his grip on the container slightly, gaze settling on you. “Because I meant it.” You swallow.

Before you can respond, your grandma calls out from behind you. “Wait!” You both turn.

She’s standing just a few steps from the door, squinting slightly like she’s just remembered something important.

“What’s your name again?” she asks. There’s a brief pause. And then—

“Park Sunghoon,” he answers. And just like that— Everything clicks.

Your grandma’s expression changes.

Not dramatically. Not loudly. But you see it—the realization settling in, the way her eyes widen just a fraction before narrowing again, this time with recognition.

“Park… Sunghoon?” she repeats slowly. You freeze. Oh no. Because you know that look. That I’ve heard that before look. And then she turns to you. Slowly. Deliberately.

“Oh,” she says. Your stomach drops.

“Ohhh.”

“Grandma—” you start, already panicking. But it’s too late.

“You’re that Park Sunghoon?” she says, pointing at him now, half amused, half impressed. “The one she keeps talking about?” You close your eyes. You actually close your eyes.

“Grandma, please don’t—”

“The one who keeps bothering her at work?” she continues, completely ignoring you. “Sending her coffee, asking if she ate—” “I don’t—” you try to cut in.

“And the one she says is handsome but too much trouble—” “Grandma!”

Sunghoon goes very still beside you. “…Handsome?” he repeats quietly. You want to disappear.

“She complains about you all the time,” your grandma adds helpfully. “But it’s the kind of complaining where she smiles after.”

You make a strangled noise.

“That’s not—” “And she said,” your grandma continues, clearly enjoying this far too much, “that you make her nervous.”

Silence.Thick. Heavy. Dangerous silence. You slowly turn your head toward him. Big mistake.

Because he’s already looking at you. And he’s smiling. Not smug. Not teasing. Something softer. Warmer. “…You like me,” he says quietly. “I never said that,” you fire back immediately, face burning. “You didn’t have to.”

You glare at him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”“I’m just confirming what I heard.” “You heard wrong.”

Your grandma hums behind you. “Mm. Sure.” You whip around. “Grandma, go inside.”

She waves you off like you’re a child. “Just don’t take too long. It’s getting late.” And then she leaves. Just like that. Leaving you alone with him. Again.

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. “This is so embarrassing.” “I think it’s helpful,” he says. “Helpful for who?”

“For me.” “Of course it is.” There’s a small pause.

Then “…You really talk about me that much?” he asks, softer now. You hesitate.“…Sometimes.”

“How often is sometimes?” You sigh, defeated. “…More than I should.” He nods slowly, like he’s processing something important.

Then he takes a small step closer—not enough to overwhelm, just enough to close the distance a little. “I’ll take that,” he murmurs.nYou shake your head, but there’s no bite left in it.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he says, that quiet steadiness returning, “you didn’t deny liking me.” You open your mouth— Then close it again. Because for once—You don’t have a quick answer. And he notices. Of course he does.

“Goodnight,” he says gently, like he’s decided not to push further tonight. You blink, a little caught off guard.

“…Goodnight.”

He turns, finally heading toward his car, the container still in his hands like something precious. But before he gets in, he glances back.

Just once. And the look he gives you—

It’s not victory. It’s not teasing. It’s something quieter. Something certain. Like he’s not guessing anymore. Like he knows and somehow…

That makes your heart beat just a little faster.

taglist: @hoszhe @ditt0

permanent taglist: @ijustwannareadstuff20 @hoonielvv @rjssierjrie @firstclassjaylee @rikifever @daisyintherainsposts @kkamismom12 @pocketzlocket @semi-wife @soona-huh @laylasbunbunny @maveysoup @kirakun @aishigrey @multicolorfandoms @celestialensemble @kookiesnkim @lvskjen (open)

💌: i hope you liker it! i was smiling ear to ear from just watching the video and got ideas from sunghoon's goofy ass😆 and happy 2,159k followers to me~ (didn't even notice it huhu im super busy for uni and upcoming finals — god i can't believe in a month ill be in my 3rd year) i love you all and thank you for sticking up until now~ to more memories with you lovely beings~ 🥹🫶🏻

@ tobiosbbyghorl 2026

[callatelabok]

TE AMO REINA DE MI VIDA DE MI CORAZON

TE AMO TE AMO TE AMOOOOOO

[lelethetopicchanger]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

omg im one of your favourite followers 🥹 tyy

(in order of rn)

Wet (i LIVE this one)

how to make crows cry

war isnt murder

Mr brightside

mitti ke bete

*other ones that are just as important but i cant fit all of them in 5 and i feel like more people should know them(not in order)

Just a girl

girls just wanna have fun

labour

dont cry for your daughters eve

feed us your girls

Ghar kab aaoge

all the dhurandhar songs lmaoo

NPC by cavetownnnn rhahhh

devil town :33

For us

SAILOR SONGGG

Update: im too lazy for this shit so um ignore if youve already been involved(if ur close to me and not tagged its because i think youve alr been tagged xx)

@kurobkasa @moro-thekebab-noodles @walking-mushroom @whackybird-offical @jess-is-toolazy @deltasimaginaryland @evelyn3377 @the-king-of-kaumidy @random-indian-girl (tag pipes i forgor her url ;-;;;) @fancysheepnacho

[moro-thekebab-noodles]

Bish you know other people?

List of my top 5 favorite songs

Butcher Vanity

Basics in Behavior (red)

Physcho in my head - Skillet

Karma - Kagame Rin Vocaloid

Monster - Skillet

Also extras:

Memory Reboot

Nothing - Emilie Autumn

Even Though I Loved You - Materu

Body - Mother Mother

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

Tags:

@amtheracoon @the-one-and-only-piper-offical @luvnotpercival @tanjochris

[the-one-and-only-piper-offical]

oh yay Butcher Vanity!!!!

100 Years - John Micheal Howell

Dangerous - Jorge Rivera-Herrans + Troy Doherty (my man Hermes)

Water The Roses - Flavor Foley+ Gumi Megpoid

Lonely - Imagine Dragons

The Best - Conan Gray (listened to it 296 times since release, I counted)

Tags

I'm bad at picking favourites or picking anything atp (/gen) so uhhh

@relinquished-roses-offical @random-indian-girl @dramaticinlyf @fancysheepnacho @shenanigan42 @do-not-u-dare @marshmallow-dust @thatchaoticbookworm @sunnyarik3r @oxyisdamoron @coffee--spill @nelly-rebellyyyyy @y0ur-valent1ne @astronaut-offical @skeletal-spire-man-aka-overfit + open tags

[dramaticinlyf-deactivated202604]

The best- conan gray Lovesick boys- conan gray lookalike- conan gray lovesick lullaby- YUNGBLUD aperture- harry styles

I LOVE ALL MY MOOTS BUT CHOOSING FAVS IS HARDDDD AHSGHS

@shenanigan42 @sunnyarik3r @eleventhirtythoughts @oxyisdamoron @fancysheepnacho @ravensncrowsx @the-aricher @souperache @istillwishforyouateleveneleven @padfoot-sirius-black @joylivie + open tags <3

[souperache]

AAAHH TYSM FOR THE TAG IM SO HAPPY

jigsaw falling into place - radiohead

white winter hymnal- fleet foxes

eleven eleven- conan gray

mystery of love- sufjan Stevens

not strong enough- boygenius

tagging: @theverycoolfish @eleventhirtythoughts @dramaticinlyf @istillwishforyouateleveneleven @arikakari @epitome-of-stupidity @aamtreeanalogy @classclowns @paraskeinia @ravensncrowsx + I love all of you but picking faves is so hard I just tagged whoever came to mind

[theverycoolfish]

THANKS FOR THE TAG <33

Utan dina andetag- Kent

Good luck babe! - Chappel Roan

Waterloo (Swedish version) - ABBA

Sergels Torg - Veronica Maggio

Zombie - The Cranberries

@cyberr-v0id @psycho-scribblerrrrr @lunastellan @vargdottern @thepumpkinofpower @random-doctor-on-the-internet @ebbus @corvidcrafts273 @mynameismysecret @bridgeoverstrawberryfields :)

[corvidcrafts273]

thanks for the tag!

Hot to Go - Chappel Roan

That specific remix of kahoot music and Sweet Dreams are made of this

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Mera joota hai japani (my shoes are from japan)

Chitti aayi hai watan se (a letter has come from my country)

Etre et avoir

@the-gayest-show @petercushingscheekbones @psychicbluebirdmiracle @murderous-beetroot @awkwardturtleforgood

[the-gayest-show]

ty for the tag <3

my current rotation

the one who's running the show - gooseworz, alex rochon (YES i miss caine don't ask)

hard times - paramore

so long mom ( a song for world war III) - [cover by] marcello morguetta

my ordinary life - the living tombstone

baby one more time - brittney spears

@chime-art @vinianein @noritheidiot

[noritheidiot]

YAYAYA thanks for the tag!!

Currently what I'm listening to:

1. All I Am by Bunnycat (sigh... Caine...)

2. Digital Land by Kyle Allen

3. Knight of the Wind by Crush 40

4. Isn't It Great? by egot1stical

... Yeah most of these are Caine actually...

Tag list: @luna-purple454 @alystar00 @e-adlirez @yourclowntoasty

[alystar00]

Oooh thank you for the tag!

Let's see, the 5 songs of the moment...

1. Be With You - Muse

2. Waiting For Your Love - Jamie Bower

3. My Sails Are Set - Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli ft. AURORA

4. Calypso, Sail North

5. Ghosts, YUNGBLUD

My personalities in a list lol

Tag list: @alrisha-mars @insonniacaotica @cericreatively @kikiandclouds @kerosiiniviini @burnt-kloverfield @armagedandrogynous @jinnies-lamps @lonelyreadersoul

[cericreatively]

I shouldn't have taken this long to get around to adding onto a tag game post but here I go :']]]

My 5 songs of the moment

1. Exit Music For A Film - Radiohead

2. We Remain - Christina Aguilera

3. Let Go - Frou Frou

4. Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

5. While My Guitar Gently Weeps - The Beatles (my favorite 'doomed yet devoted' ships have got me making playlists for them that fit the vibes :']]])

anyways, tagging moots now! :DDD @pyrobuyo @quaintcy @aubreelikescats @cinders-writes @combeferres-mothematics @twyrewolf @akaiuchiha @anexcellentshot @virtually-fabulous @fandomdreemur @dark-durak @isokuma @cawffeechu @peerlesscinders @moonmangos @ravioliiraven @flothefrostwolf @godlessgoatcheese @thefanvideoer @pudding28 @alystar00 @noritheidiot @auri-ace @e-adlirez @katarithekat @mamaptaha @purrhaptic @yoooo-ima-lurk

[flothefrostwolf]

Here's mine :>>

itiiitiatiihylihyl by BLACKSHAPE

I Really Want To Stay at Your House by Rosa Walton

A Place for My Head by Linkin Park

Black Sheep by Metric (The version they used for the movie)

So Far So Fake by Pierce The Veil

These songs have been helping me during my parents separation but at the same time, they genuinely make me happy, win win i suppose

@colecassidyrealtrust @zay-arts6 @f1zzypop @quinnzamo @jesterk76 @axolotl--kun @nev-the-ghost @heart-shaped-queer

[heart-shaped-queer]

I just saw this 😓

1. American Jesus - Bad Religion

2. Did we live to fast - Got a girl

3. Could be you - Alexz Johnson

4. Too drunk to fuck - Dead Kennedys

5. Franco Un-American - NOFX

Guess which two are genre imposters

@bl00dyvmp1re @lotuseatrr @plaguednarration @xvampire-loverx + any other cuz I don’t think I have other mutuals who haven’t been tagged already

[xvampire-loverx]

Grr these aren’t in order bc it’s too hard to pick 5 then put them in order too 😭

1. Hemorrhage- Fuel

2. Join Me In Death - HIM

3. 50 ways to say goodbye - train

4. Prison Song - System of a Down

5. Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen

I tried to keep it a lil more diverse without adding shit like Frank Sinatra 💀

Mutuals I can remember off the top my head that I interact with -> @dwill484 @jonahinthemotorboatah @ally-kat13 @shartwinkle @haywillow

[ally-kat13]

1: She Walks On Me - Hole

2: Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage

3: Blood On The Sheets - VIOLENT VIRA

4: He's My Man - Luvcat

5: You Know You're Right - Nirvana

@haywillow @eyelinergoddess @whimsicallyy

[whimsicallyy]

1. RICHMAN - 3OH!3

2. painkillers - Rainbow kitten suprise

3.wild horses - the sundays

4.whatever - Godsmack

5. B*tch -Meredith brooks

@intergalacticqueenofpickpockets @foxneedstoscream @vampirebroth

[intergalacticqueenofpickpockets]

bloodletting (the vampire song) by concrete blonde

jekyll and hyde by five finger death punch

revolution calling by queensryche

bullet with butterfly wings by smashing pumpkins

hallowed be thy name by iron maiden

@mobi-on-a-mission @aleprechaunrat @bruisedbyprincealbert @itsameg @starrystarrynyghtengale @she-who-is-a-fangirl @kimperfect244 @ghostofthegallows

[itsameg]

1) Shake it Out by Florence + the Machine

2) Bird Song by Florence + the Machine

3) Eden by Hozier

4) Wasteland, Baby! By Hozier

5) You'll always find your way back home by Hannah Montana

~♡☆~♡☆Taggies~♡☆~♡☆

@littlestpan @strawbrypie @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @trees-have-roots @thetiffanylampklausbroke @honeybeesintheimpala @vivaciousmessypixie @hinny-is-my-comfort-ship @mooonyagedaydream @regulus-arcturus-black0506

[ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper]

Thanks for the tag!

☆ The Giver by Chappell Roan

☆ When Doves Cry by Prince

☆ The Pretender by Foo Fighters

☆ In the Navy by The Village People

☆ White Lines (Don't Do It) by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five

@chronicallyonlinebitch @thepicklekingog @broken-hearted-jubilee @space-girliee @loading-liz @tormentedstar @hazelbuckley @wdev @whatonearthisgoingon + open tags

[hazelbuckley]

Thank uuu @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper i love this

• lover you should've come over by Jeff Buckley

• Arabella by Arctic Monkeys

• Lunch by Billie eilish

• Sweet Dreams TN by the last shadow puppets

• Cherry by Lana del rey

@edensolace @starcroww @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @regulusblack-potter @space-girliee @prongsievans @m1dn1ghtcanvas @moony-toast-mornings all the hot people who want to participate.

[moony-toast-mornings]

ty for tag!! i'm on a strokes kick lately so these are all going to be strokes songs sorryyy

✶ brooklyn bridge to chorus

✶ is this it

✶ welcome to japan

✶ why are sundays so depressing

✶ barely legal

@ghostlynocturnalspirit @poetrypoesblehhh @hinny-is-my-comfort-ship + open tags

[hinny-is-my-comfort-ship]

current favs:

1. no quarter by led zeplin

2. sleeping in by the radio dept.

3. lovegod by sarah kinsley

4. my moon my man by feist (you can't trick me i know this song was written by sirius black)

5. he's my man by luvcat

tags: @lady-stardust1972@celestial-cosmica@loonygrey@moonstar505@inkyziggy @hangontourself @my-sanity-left-to-get-milk@solqreclipse @almostdecaffeinatedfun@twinklvrr + open tags!!!!

[hangontourself]

1. błąd by łona i webber

2. she's the one by ramones

3. into the light by siouxie and the banshees

4. the girl I love she got long black wavy hair by led zeppelin

5. 20th century fox by the doors

@luver-girl010 @etheralfawnette @l1vv-izien @majesticalien

+ open tags!!

[etheralfawnette]

tyty for tag .ᐟ

1. sad girl - lana del rey

2. so real - jeff buckley

3. joyride - cortis

4. bouce back - stray kids

5. gimme more - britney spears

tags - @he-hit-me-it-felt-like-a-kiss @luvlinnie @sailuvsu @velvetcorea + open tags .ᐟ

[sailuvsu]

thenkyew so muchi for the tag!!

girl, get up - Doechii ft. SZA

talk is cheap - Jerumi

lullaby - Cortis

never let go - Lngshot

under the skin - &team

@leowonsshi @zhaoyufineshyt @miisoluvsdeer @hyuneskkami + open tags!!

[zhaoyufineshyt]

tysm for the tag !!

1. flatline - justin bieber

2. best part - daniel caesar

3. never let go - lngshot

4. joyride - cortis

5. you - don toliver

honourable mention: doja - central cee

npt: @sailuvsu @lemon1sthere @reysblr @lngshotty @lovhyeon @lcvehyeon ++ open tags

[reysblr]

ilysm for the tag 🥹

1. Truth be told

2. Blue -Kai

3. Wasted -Don Toliver

4. Reminder -The Weekend

5. Backseat -LNGSHOT

honorable mentions:

Love Again -Baekhyun Can We Go Back- NCT Dojaejung Control Me -Colde Bonfire -Wave to earth Moon - Kanye West

incredibly long list but im so indecisive and i love music so much 😭😭

tags: @lngshotty @stagbarnes @jjuhyeon @callatelabok @saevss @jellyvii

[callatelabok]

tysm for the tag ily <33

1. One more night - bts

2. Replay - SHINee

3. Magnetic - ILLIT

4. Deja vu- txt

5. Body to body - bts

honorable mentions: swim - bts, joyride - cortis, manchild - sabrina carpenter

tag: @realseanshady @jaehyp @gorgeouslyus @lcvehyeon @wqlfstqr

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 ONE MORE NIGHT - eom seonghyeon

⋆˚꩜｡ ‘ you're my fantasy let's repeat it one more night give me one more night give me one more fantasy, fantasy

seonghyeon x fem reader

synopsis: Y/N meets a mysterious boy at work and helps him out of a stressful situation, leading to a sweet, unexpected connection. They share a short but meaningful moment together before going their separate ways.

w.c: 1606

"Y/N, can you mind the till for a second? I need to pop into the back room to look for something."

You looked up from the records you were sorting; Jessica, your colleague, was watching you with a smile. You nodded and headed for the till, watching as she quickly disappeared into the back room.

The shop was quiet, with just a few people wandering about, looking at the vinyls and CDs. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of a new customer. You smiled as you watched the boy walk in; he looked about your age, wearing a cap and sunglasses, yet you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was.

“Welcome. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask,” you repeated the same phrase you said to all customers, though this time you hoped he really did have a question. He smiled, nodding his head.

You went about your business, though every now and then you glanced over at the boy; he seemed very engrossed in the vinyl records.

"Hi, we are taking this?"

"Oh perfect" you tore your gaze away from the boy to attend to the couple standing in front of you.

You spoke to them for a few seconds; they told you the CDs were a present for their daughter, who was a huge music fan. You smiled and said a friendly goodbye. By the time you’d finished and tried to look for the boy, he was nowhere to be seen, and there were more than twenty girls in the shop whispering and rushing about.

“I need your help,” said a voice beside you. You jumped in your seat; it had taken you by surprise.

You turned round and right in front of you stood him, the boy you’d been looking for seconds earlier. You smiled kindly, though your smile almost vanished when you saw the look of desperation on his face; he was fidgeting with his hands and looking all around as if he were afraid someone would discover he was there.

Had he stolen something?

“I’m not getting myself into legal trouble for you, no matter how handsome you are.”

He looked at you confusedly, laughed softly and shook his head. “What? Never mind, nobody’s getting into legal trouble,” he said, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice. “See those girls over there?” he asked, nodding his head to one side.

"Yeah… are those your crazy exes coming after you?" you asked, stepping back a little. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to you again.

"No… it’s a long story, but in short, I’m in a band and those girls are coming after me because they’re… my fans" he whispered the last part sheepishly. You let out a loud laugh, which caused a few glances to fall on you both.

You felt his hand on your arm and as he turned you both away, hiding from the girls who seemed to be getting suspicious, you quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry,” you whispered. He shook his head, bringing his hands to his face in frustration.

“Seonghyeon?” asked one of the girls, approaching the counter. You felt the grip on your arm tighten and terror wash over his face.

“I’m not allowed to be here. If my manager finds out, I’m dead,” he whispered, looking at you with pleading eyes. You nodded, winking at him.

“Leave it to me. Pretend you’re sorting those CDs over there, then go into that room and don’t come out until I tell you,” you said, pointing to some boxes full of CDs. He nodded and slowly made his way over.

You turned around, smiling. Right in front of you, just behind the counter, stood a group of about ten girls staring intently at Seonghyeon (you assumed that was his name from his reaction when he heard it).

"Hello, girls. My colleague is busy. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked, pretending everything was fine.

They looked at you in confusion and then turned back to Seonghyeon. "Sorry, we thought we’d seen someone."

“No problem. If you have any questions… I’m here,” you smiled, watching them leave, still a little confused, whilst your colleague returned from the storeroom.

“Y/N… who’s that—

“Cover for me for a moment, I’ll be right back and I promise I’ll explain everything later,” you said quickly, running towards the break room.

“I’m here… what are you supposed to be doing?”

Seonghyeon lowered the chair and smiled, trying to look innocent. “I heard footsteps and thought you were someone else.”

“And your first reaction was to hide behind a chair?” you asked, laughing. He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I think everything’s calm now. You can go out the back door so you can make sure no one follows you.”

“Oh… right.”

You led him to the back of the shop; Seonghyeon was nervously staring at his hands. Once there, you both stopped.

"Thank you so much…" He paused, waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Y/N, I owe you one.”

“It’s nothing, good luck.”

You both looked at each other, not quite sure how to say goodbye.

“What time does your shift finish?” he asked bluntly, making you laugh. “We could go for an ice cream, you know… as a thank you.”

“Of course, shall we meet at the ice cream parlour next door in two hours?”

“Great, see you there…” he whispered, turning to leave.

"Bye, Seonghyeon," you said with a laugh; he just shook his head as he walked away.

Those were probably the longest two hours of his life. He tried to distract himself by going to the second-hand shops, but every time he remembered how you smiled or that playful look that was so typical of you, he felt the heat rising to his cheeks and his stomach doing a somersault.

He felt like a fool, searching for your smile in every girl who walked past him, even though he knew you weren’t there. By the time the hour came, he was sitting at one of the tables, turning his head towards the entrance every time someone new came in; he was fidgeting with his feet, and it was already the third time he’d had to wipe the sweat from his palms.

Why was he so nervous?

“Did I keep you waiting long?” He looked up, smiled when he saw you, and you smiled back.

“No, no. Sit down.”

You spent a couple of hours there, laughing and chatting. You both had similar tastes in music and enjoyed the same sort of films, so before long you were talking with complete ease.

"So... a band," you said, changing the subject.

“I thought you were faking it, but now I see you really have no idea who I am,” he said with a smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“Did you really think I was capable of that?” you pretended to be offended, which made him laugh.

“You said I was handsome,” he recalled, making you glare at him.

"Objectively speaking, I have eyes—that’s a fact."

"Objectively? I don’t know whether to feel flattered or offended."

"Eat your ice cream," you said, taking his ice-cream cone and bringing it close to his face, smearing his nose.

He opened his mouth, looking at you with feigned surprise, leaning in to try and smear your nose too, which made you laugh and run away from him.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Seonghyeon looked up; Martin stared at him, confused. He simply shook his head, brushing it off.

More than a month had passed since that day in the shop when you helped him escape. Even so, he hadn’t escaped a telling-off from his manager, but it had been worth it because he’d been able to watch the sunset by your side in that park. That day, he hadn’t felt like Seonghyeon from Cortis; he was just another boy, one who had fallen completely in love with you.

Unfortunately for him, his schedule had been very busy; the preparations for today's concert kept him so occupied that he hadn't been able to return to the shop to ask for your number or arrange another date, but not busy enough to stop you from creeping into his mind at every moment.

If he closed his eyes, he could see your face perfectly: the teasing smile you'd given him, or the way your cheeks flushed when you laughed too hard. He felt as though he were under a spell from which he couldn't escape.

"Five minutes and we're off!" someone shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The crowd's cheers snapped him completely out of his thoughts. What he didn't know was that you were there; you'd been dragged along to that concert by your younger sister, who hadn't stopped talking about it, leaving you with no choice but to give in to her pleas to accompany her, knowing how happy it would make her.

What you hadn't expected was to see him there, smiling so broadly, dancing and jumping from one side to the other. For a moment, your eyes met, and it was as if everything had stopped right then and there. For Seonghyeon, it was as if you had come back to him, and he knew that this was his chance; this time he wasn't going to let it slip away, he wouldn't let you go.

You gave him a wink, which made him laugh a little. Almost immediately, he walked over to someone on his team; you saw him whisper something to them whilst pointing towards where you were standing. You smiled and shook your head; he just smiled back.

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 ONE MORE NIGHT - eom seonghyeon

⋆˚꩜｡ ‘ you're my fantasy let's repeat it one more night give me one more night give me one more fantasy, fantasy

seonghyeon x fem reader

synopsis: Y/N meets a mysterious boy at work and helps him out of a stressful situation, leading to a sweet, unexpected connection. They share a short but meaningful moment together before going their separate ways.

w.c: 1606

"Y/N, can you mind the till for a second? I need to pop into the back room to look for something."

You looked up from the records you were sorting; Jessica, your colleague, was watching you with a smile. You nodded and headed for the till, watching as she quickly disappeared into the back room.

The shop was quiet, with just a few people wandering about, looking at the vinyls and CDs. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of a new customer. You smiled as you watched the boy walk in; he looked about your age, wearing a cap and sunglasses, yet you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was.

“Welcome. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask,” you repeated the same phrase you said to all customers, though this time you hoped he really did have a question. He smiled, nodding his head.

You went about your business, though every now and then you glanced over at the boy; he seemed very engrossed in the vinyl records.

"Hi, we are taking this?"

"Oh perfect" you tore your gaze away from the boy to attend to the couple standing in front of you.

You spoke to them for a few seconds; they told you the CDs were a present for their daughter, who was a huge music fan. You smiled and said a friendly goodbye. By the time you’d finished and tried to look for the boy, he was nowhere to be seen, and there were more than twenty girls in the shop whispering and rushing about.

“I need your help,” said a voice beside you. You jumped in your seat; it had taken you by surprise.

You turned round and right in front of you stood him, the boy you’d been looking for seconds earlier. You smiled kindly, though your smile almost vanished when you saw the look of desperation on his face; he was fidgeting with his hands and looking all around as if he were afraid someone would discover he was there.

Had he stolen something?

“I’m not getting myself into legal trouble for you, no matter how handsome you are.”

He looked at you confusedly, laughed softly and shook his head. “What? Never mind, nobody’s getting into legal trouble,” he said, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice. “See those girls over there?” he asked, nodding his head to one side.

"Yeah… are those your crazy exes coming after you?" you asked, stepping back a little. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to you again.

"No… it’s a long story, but in short, I’m in a band and those girls are coming after me because they’re… my fans" he whispered the last part sheepishly. You let out a loud laugh, which caused a few glances to fall on you both.

You felt his hand on your arm and as he turned you both away, hiding from the girls who seemed to be getting suspicious, you quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry,” you whispered. He shook his head, bringing his hands to his face in frustration.

“Seonghyeon?” asked one of the girls, approaching the counter. You felt the grip on your arm tighten and terror wash over his face.

“I’m not allowed to be here. If my manager finds out, I’m dead,” he whispered, looking at you with pleading eyes. You nodded, winking at him.

“Leave it to me. Pretend you’re sorting those CDs over there, then go into that room and don’t come out until I tell you,” you said, pointing to some boxes full of CDs. He nodded and slowly made his way over.

You turned around, smiling. Right in front of you, just behind the counter, stood a group of about ten girls staring intently at Seonghyeon (you assumed that was his name from his reaction when he heard it).

"Hello, girls. My colleague is busy. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked, pretending everything was fine.

They looked at you in confusion and then turned back to Seonghyeon. "Sorry, we thought we’d seen someone."

“No problem. If you have any questions… I’m here,” you smiled, watching them leave, still a little confused, whilst your colleague returned from the storeroom.

“Y/N… who’s that—

“Cover for me for a moment, I’ll be right back and I promise I’ll explain everything later,” you said quickly, running towards the break room.

“I’m here… what are you supposed to be doing?”

Seonghyeon lowered the chair and smiled, trying to look innocent. “I heard footsteps and thought you were someone else.”

“And your first reaction was to hide behind a chair?” you asked, laughing. He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I think everything’s calm now. You can go out the back door so you can make sure no one follows you.”

“Oh… right.”

You led him to the back of the shop; Seonghyeon was nervously staring at his hands. Once there, you both stopped.

"Thank you so much…" He paused, waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Y/N, I owe you one.”

“It’s nothing, good luck.”

You both looked at each other, not quite sure how to say goodbye.

“What time does your shift finish?” he asked bluntly, making you laugh. “We could go for an ice cream, you know… as a thank you.”

“Of course, shall we meet at the ice cream parlour next door in two hours?”

“Great, see you there…” he whispered, turning to leave.

"Bye, Seonghyeon," you said with a laugh; he just shook his head as he walked away.

Those were probably the longest two hours of his life. He tried to distract himself by going to the second-hand shops, but every time he remembered how you smiled or that playful look that was so typical of you, he felt the heat rising to his cheeks and his stomach doing a somersault.

He felt like a fool, searching for your smile in every girl who walked past him, even though he knew you weren’t there. By the time the hour came, he was sitting at one of the tables, turning his head towards the entrance every time someone new came in; he was fidgeting with his feet, and it was already the third time he’d had to wipe the sweat from his palms.

Why was he so nervous?

“Did I keep you waiting long?” He looked up, smiled when he saw you, and you smiled back.

“No, no. Sit down.”

You spent a couple of hours there, laughing and chatting. You both had similar tastes in music and enjoyed the same sort of films, so before long you were talking with complete ease.

"So... a band," you said, changing the subject.

“I thought you were faking it, but now I see you really have no idea who I am,” he said with a smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“Did you really think I was capable of that?” you pretended to be offended, which made him laugh.

“You said I was handsome,” he recalled, making you glare at him.

"Objectively speaking, I have eyes—that’s a fact."

"Objectively? I don’t know whether to feel flattered or offended."

"Eat your ice cream," you said, taking his ice-cream cone and bringing it close to his face, smearing his nose.

He opened his mouth, looking at you with feigned surprise, leaning in to try and smear your nose too, which made you laugh and run away from him.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Seonghyeon looked up; Martin stared at him, confused. He simply shook his head, brushing it off.

More than a month had passed since that day in the shop when you helped him escape. Even so, he hadn’t escaped a telling-off from his manager, but it had been worth it because he’d been able to watch the sunset by your side in that park. That day, he hadn’t felt like Seonghyeon from Cortis; he was just another boy, one who had fallen completely in love with you.

Unfortunately for him, his schedule had been very busy; the preparations for today's concert kept him so occupied that he hadn't been able to return to the shop to ask for your number or arrange another date, but not busy enough to stop you from creeping into his mind at every moment.

If he closed his eyes, he could see your face perfectly: the teasing smile you'd given him, or the way your cheeks flushed when you laughed too hard. He felt as though he were under a spell from which he couldn't escape.

"Five minutes and we're off!" someone shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The crowd's cheers snapped him completely out of his thoughts. What he didn't know was that you were there; you'd been dragged along to that concert by your younger sister, who hadn't stopped talking about it, leaving you with no choice but to give in to her pleas to accompany her, knowing how happy it would make her.

What you hadn't expected was to see him there, smiling so broadly, dancing and jumping from one side to the other. For a moment, your eyes met, and it was as if everything had stopped right then and there. For Seonghyeon, it was as if you had come back to him, and he knew that this was his chance; this time he wasn't going to let it slip away, he wouldn't let you go.

You gave him a wink, which made him laugh a little. Almost immediately, he walked over to someone on his team; you saw him whisper something to them whilst pointing towards where you were standing. You smiled and shook your head; he just smiled back.

[callatelabok]

Im really excited for the new Cortis album but I don’t have money chat 😭😭😭😭

[gorgeouslyus-deactivated2026052]

NOW PLAYING - SPEECHLESS - BEYONCÉ

JAMES (idol) x READER (sixth member)

On a live stream you showed the coers your new nails and talked about the news things you have been doing till james came in wanting to hangout but it seemed every time you asked him something all he could do was stare.

guys i have been meaning to write sum thing like this also idea from @callatelabok teasing is so peak….😩 basically gave me motivation to write this go check it out!! also sorry if u hate mangoes…😔 hot take best fruit

You set up your stream on your phone in the dorm. Standing it up on some cups. Titling it “new nails + life update!!”. You combed through your hair seeing the chat speed up.

You smiled it has been a while since you done a solo live. You saw many messages saying “we missed you!” “let’s see the nailsss”. You waved at the camera, the dim lighting was bringing a calm vibe to the stream. Just what you needed after a long day.

“Hi everyoneee! I missed you all too” You said and smiled continuing to say soft hellos as more people started joining the live. You were excited to show off your nails. It’s been a while since you got them done. “hurry up i wanna see!!” you kept seeing.

“Okay, okay i’ll show you count of three” You said counting with the chat. Seeing the all the numbers from one to three. You showed all ten of your digits to the screen.

“Tadaaa! what do we think?” you waved them in front of the camera. You saw many praises and the local haters but they never bothered you much. “OMG I LOVE THEM?!” “your so cute for getting thoseee”. You brushed your hair back with a giggle.

“Thank you my mangoessss” They started spamming mango emojis every where. You had actually ordered some sticky rice earlier.

Mangoes were your favorite fruit you couldn’t get enough of them that’s why you called your fan base mangoes. They were just as sweet and go well with everything. You heard a knock on the door.

“Come innn” you coo’d James peaked his head in holding your order of sticky rice. Your smiled widened. You jumped off the couch and walked over too him.

“Oh my god yesss! Thank you for bringing it in” You said opening the bag and he looked down at you.

“No problem. You doing a live?” You nodded. Looking back at your phone. He nodded and rubbed his chin with his right hand.

“Did you want to join too?” He snapped his fingers and smirked. You laughed softly and opened the door more for him. You walked back with the bag, James plopped down on the couch next to you. “JAMESSS”, “DUO STREAM NOWW??”, “we r getting feddd”.

You started to open your sticky rice. James watching intently, You looked back at him and he was looking up at you his head resting on top of his chin, with his elbow on his knee.

“You look like you what to ask me something Jamie” You said and he shrugged his shoulders continuing to watch you unbox your sticky rice. You sided eyed him.

“Did you want some James?” You said annoyed and he sat up. With a proud smile he got up to get a spoon. You sighed

”He always does this when he wants to eat my food.” You whispered into the phone. The chat was dying at what was happening.

“Mind you I asked everyone what they wanted and no one said anything.” You explained more and then straighten up when he came back.

“You talking about me?” You shook your head pursing out your lips and finally opened your desert for the night. He went to get a bite first, but you slap his hand away. He sat up and looked at you.

“James I literally asked you if you wanted something and you said no” You took a bite first, he followed after. You rolled your eyes and pointed to him in the camera.

He couldn’t care less he was eating food but also hanging out with you. You dance in your seat as you ate, he laughed at your quirks. After you joined the team he finally had someone he looked up to.

You both were peas in a pod, always hanging out—to sometimes matching your clothes. You liked the same music, food, dance, movies etc. Many said you were like twins. To then being on many variety shows.

Being asked questions about one another. You or him got the answer down to a T. The fans ate up your interactions, many speculating you were in a relationship with each other. When asked you to laughed it off saying that was crazy.

But James wished it wasn’t liked that. He wished he could hold your hand in public. Put your hair behind your ear if it was in your face. Kiss your knuckles. Dance with you and watch so many movies with you, having your head on his shoulder.

He wished he could do all of these things but. It was just to difficult, with the comeback and all the flights back and forth. There wasn’t a time to really be together. Talking with chat, you were talking about all the new things you got. But what you didn’t notice was how James was staring at you.

Back with his head on his hand and his elbow on his knee. It was like he was in a trance as he watched you talked. You look at him sometimes and he nodded then went back to looking at you. His eyes were half lidded.

You saw the chat being spammed with things like. “Omg i wish i had someone that would look at me like how james looks at you”, “Girl if you don’t get your man”. You couldn’t help but snort at those comments you finally looked at back at him losing track of what you where talking about. You both stared at each other.

“Did you want to add something?” You asked and he simply shook his head scratching behind his ear.

“You’re doing great sweetheart.” Your face heated up at the pet name he used.You scoffed at it in shock but your face told him how you were feeling otherwise.

“SWEETHEART??”, “omg if y’all don’t get a room”. You couldn’t help but turn away and giggle at what he said.

You knew James was fine. It was a given. You’d be crazy if you didn’t say you didn’t think he wasn’t attractive. But somedays you and him really test your boundaries. What a thin line friendship was for you guys. He smiled as he looked back at the camera then tried to get you to look at him.

“Sweetheart…” He whispered enough for the camera to pick up. You giggled again and covered your face kicking your feet. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the camera he read the chat. “JAMES CALL HER BABY SHE’LL DIE”. He thought about it.

He knew how much you talked about yourself to your fans. He also just liked teasing you. He smirked and pulled you up taking your hands into his you used your left hand to cover your smile and pink cheeks.

“Baby…look at me” You gasped standing up you laughed in shock slapping your leg. You looked at chat knowing they’re the one at fault. James raised his brow and saw how you reacted.

“So you really do like that?” He said rubbing your fingers. You couldn’t help but fall back onto the couch, turning your back away hiding your face. Your face felt so hot, James still holding onto your hand. He cheesed softly watching you melt in front of him.

Something in the back of your mind told you, you need to get him back. And so you turned around looking back at chat taking a deep breath to reset yourself. Let’s just say chat was going crazy. You ran your hands through your hair and then looked at him. He smiled his lazy stupid smiled.

“let’s have a staring contest” He raised his eyebrow. He was never one to say no to anything competitive. You both got comfortable and he counted down from three to start.

“You’re gonna lose” He taunted and you shook your head.

“Never.” You smiled. But you looked him up and down just on his face inching closer. His smirk dropped he was focus on how close you were getting.

“Remember don’t blink.” You said as you cupped his face. His breath hitched. You were practically in his lap his hands supported him from behind. You leaned in quickly and gave him a soft peck on the cheek you pulled away quickly. Once you back away his eyes closed. You clapped pointing at him.

“You blinked!!” You said and he scoffed.

“You cheated!” He argued. Rolling your eyes and you crossed your arms.

“There were no rules saying I couldn’t do that.” Now he was blushing. You smiled scooting closer again.

“Aww jamieee” Your thumb brushed his cheeks again. He coughed quietly. You leaned into whisper something in his ear.

“I know you like me james…but let’s talk after the stream okay?” You said smiling as you pulled back his eyes widened, you went to sit back down. Going back to taking to chat.

Glossing over what just happened. James couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. He wanted to ended the live now and kiss you till you slept. But he had to wait. When a question would come up for James. You’d look at him finding him already looking at you.

“James? Hello…?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He blinked and actually looked at you.

“Yes?” You repeated the question and he nodded.

“Yeah I think…” His started but his eyes kept drifting to you think about what you said he was speechless. You smiled and realized you should sign off for the night. You knew things would be different going forward. And you where more than okay with that.

taglist -@zombreanz @beaseungiu @agoodbyemelody @angelwings-fly @airkaholic @cherriesbabie @hearts4hyeon @h @juhoonzyz @juke0nc03r @martiniholic @marsgirltyshi @miscellaneousdae @nooriiz @pbananalover @realseanshady @ramenoil @shawtychoosinup @thewhitetpoison @vehaez @xxnancin @zhaoyufineshyt @aphantasias @kpopsmutty69 @myen2rude @meeoowchi @umizoomiz

goodnight my loveliesss

[callatelabok]

hiii girl correct me if im wrong but it seems like you just started? and i love your aesthetic already it’s so cute and pretty probably just like you i js finished reading teasing and i love itttt lowkey inspiring me to make a story rnnn i’ll tag you for that but i js wanted to say heyy muah muah 

heyy cutiee thank u so so much!! It means a lot to me 😭💗 and yess I just started it’s a honor to me that you take inspiration from something that I made (I’m gonna read it rn) I love your acc and your aesthetic too <333 thank u for your kind words xoxo

[realseanshady]

wingpup!

—౨ৎ In which a cute dog approaches you at the park along with his almost equally cute owner.

Cw: keonho x reader, cookie is keonhos wingman pup, park setting, ˗ˋ 1.0k wc ˊ˗

A/N: come and take a lookie or whatever newjeans said

The fresh morning air hits as a cool rush. The smell of morning dew lingers in the air, the sun already bright overhead.

It's perfect.

You find yourself on a quiet bench under a tree. The shade provides a much-needed cover from the increasing heat of the sun.

When you lift up your phone, eager to take pictures of the scenery in front of you. You notice something tiny run up to you.

You put your phone down and take a closer look.

It's a dog, you guess it's some sort of chihuahua mix—very cute.

The dog is holding a small toy bone in its mouth, one that almost looks too big for him.

He places the bone in front of you, his tail wagging excitedly from behind.

Tongue out and panting, he looks at you with big pleading eyes. As if saying "please play with me!"

You want to throw the bone, how could you not with those innocent little eyes? Especially since the puppy is hyper and would benefit from burning off some energy.

But where is the owner?

"Hi," you look at the collar on the dog, flipping it to see the name—Cookie.

"Okay Cookie, I'd love to play with you but I don't know where your owner is." You look around the area, petting its head.

"Are you lost?"

You wait for a second, as if you were going to get a verbal response. Only being met with puppy eyes and more tail wagging and panting.

"Aw, good boy—I think." Seems like a boy, based on your highly refined intuition.

There's a number on the collar. You're relieved to see that, just in case he ran off and you need to call someone.

"Cookie!" you hear a voice from behind you, naturally turning around.

It's a boy—around your age and presumably Cookie's owner.

He's dressed casually, a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. His dark eyebrows relax when he sees the dog in front of you—he seems like someone lots of people would have crushes on.

You included.

"Oh hi," you say, slightly stunned. "Is this your dog?"

"Yeah, sorry he ran off—so much energy." He rubs the back of his neck. You resist the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of him right then and there.

"It's no problem really," you giggle. "We were having a great conversation."

"That's good to hear," he turns to face his dog. "Cookie, were you being nice?"

He gets a curt bark in response.

You find that cute, unable to suppress a smile that curves on your lips.

"Oh, also," you pause. "Can I throw the bone?"

"Yeah go ahead."

You pick up the bone and throw it towards the grassy area of the park. Cookie eagerly chases after it without hesitation.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" he asks, gesturing to the bench you're sitting on.

"Of course."

"Thanks I'll just be a few minutes—the heat is crazy."

He sits beside you but still keeps a respectable amount of distance—about as much as the small bench allows.

"I know right—thankfully there were some trees or I would've just stayed inside," you joke.

He laughs, mumbling something in agreement but you don't hear quite what.

"I was surprised, he doesn't usually run up to people like that."

"Ah, really? He seems so friendly."

"Not towards strangers—loves to bark, you know, chihuahuas."

"Oh I get that, my neighbour's dog always barks at me."

Your gaze shifts away from him and back to Cookie who now runs back up between the two of you with the bone.

"Wow Cookie you were so fast—do you want me to throw it again?"

You don't wait for an answer—not that you needed to. You try to throw the bone a bit further this time, though it falls shorter than you would have liked.

The bone lands awkwardly short—rolling back toward the bench.

Cookie trots back proudly, dropping it right between the two of you.

The two of you laugh at that—was that a sign?

The next time you throw it, it goes much further this time—thankfully.

Both of you watch as Cookie sprints towards the bright blue bone in the middle of the park.

"You kind of look alike"

"Huh?" He shifts his gaze back to you, only half-listening.

"Like you and your dog."

"Oh right—yeah I've heard that before." He looks back at the park, a coy grin forming on his face.

"Who do you think's cuter?"

You almost choke on air from his question. Bold aren't we? It'll be fun to tease him in your response,

"It's close but Cookie wins, sorry…"

"Keonho."

"Well sorry Keonho. I may be a little biased if that makes you feel any better."

"Eh—guess it does," his playful pout turns into a smile as he looks at his checkered Vans.

You look down at your shoes too, not saying anything but thinking of what to say next. Any way to continue the conversation

"So do you come to this park often?"

"Not usually, but I wanted to try a change of scenery today—glad I did."

You're not sure exactly how to take that. Part of you wants to deny that he was referring to you but that sly smile on his face makes it harder to come to that conclusion.

"What about you?"

"Yeah this is my usual park, whenever I want to get some fresh air or walk or whatever."

"Cool, it seems pretty chill here—maybe it'll be our regular too."

Cookie comes sprinting back, the bright blue bone still clutched proudly in his mouth.

He drops it between the two of you again.

Keonho laughs.

"Looks like he already decided."

hi croskis!! thank you for reading 🤭🤭 if you liked this pls let me know lol! im kind of inspired to write a full length fic based on this idea!!!

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 TEASING - keonho

keonho x fem reader

synopsis: a casual livestream meant to cure boredom quickly turns chaotic when an unexpected guest joins in.

w.c: 640

“Hi!” You wave excitedly at the camera as the comments start rolling in. “I was getting really bored eating, so I decided to stop by here and chat for a bit.”

You smiled, setting your plate aside so you could get a better look at the comments your fans were leaving.

“I was eating pasta, guys. I was really hungry, now I’ll have to think of a dessert for later.”

How are rehearsals going?

“Everything’s going really well, though I’m exhausted. We want this tour to be amazing, so we’re working really hard to—

The sound of the door interrupted your answer; you smiled and glanced to the side to see who was coming in. Keonho smiled back at you.

“I’m live,” you said quickly before he could say something inappropriate on camera, which made him laugh.

OMG, is that Keonho’s laugh?

Is that Keonho?

Suddenly, the questions started coming too fast; you couldn’t answer them all. You laughed softly, nodding your head.

“Yeah, Keonho’s here, guys. Want to join the live stream?” you asked, patting the seat next to you.

He smiled, jumping up and landing right next to you, squashing you a little. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your position so that both of you would fit in the camera frame.

“How’s it going?” he asked with a smile, moving closer to your side.

The comments kept rolling in fast; you watched the screen, trying to answer some of the questions.

“Is it true that Y/n is your favorite partner?” you read, bursting out laughing almost immediately.

“Y/n is my favorite person,” Keonho said with a smile, looking at you.

You looked up from the screen and stared at him in disbelief.

“Keonho…” you said in a tone of disbelief, and he shrugged.

“What? I mean it, you’re my favorite person on the whole planet.” You felt the blood rush to your face; he smiled, pinching your cheeks.

You swatted his hand away, which made him laugh almost immediately. The comments were going wild; you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks, but it was impossible—suddenly, you felt very hot.

“Stop it,” you whispered, taking off your jacket and moving a little away from him.

“Am I your favorite person in the world?” he asked, pouting as he moved closer again.

He wanted to tease you; you knew it, but even so, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising up your neck.

“Oh my God! Are you blushing?” he asked teasingly, trying to stroke your face; you swatted his hand away again.

“Leave me alone! I’m going to hit you,” you threatened, grabbing a cushion from the sofa to hold in front of your face, hiding behind it.

They’re so cute

It’s obvious they like each other

Keonho loves teasing Y/n

“Okay, okay, sorry. I won’t tease you anymore,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you from behind the pillow, almost pulling himself on top of you.

“Keonho! You’re crushing me!” you said with a laugh, hugging him back.

What he didn’t expect was for your hands to grab his sides, tickling him. Within seconds, he was screaming and laughing as he tried to break free from your grip.

“Stop, stop, please.” You were both laughing and putting on quite a show for the fans, who couldn’t stop commenting; the live stream was getting more and more views.

Suddenly, Keonho managed to break free and grabbed your hands, placing them on your head. You didn’t realize how close he was until his warm breath brushed your cheek; you looked down at his lips, he smiled flirtatiously, so you rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Well… I think that’s enough for today,” you said, quickly grabbing your phone to wrap things up. “Bye, guys!”

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 TEASING - an keonho

keonho x fem reader

synopsis: a casual livestream meant to cure boredom quickly turns chaotic when an unexpected guest joins in.

w.c: 640

“Hi!” You wave excitedly at the camera as the comments start rolling in. “I was getting really bored eating, so I decided to stop by here and chat for a bit.”

You smiled, setting your plate aside so you could get a better look at the comments your fans were leaving.

“I was eating pasta, guys. I was really hungry, now I’ll have to think of a dessert for later.”

How are rehearsals going?

“Everything’s going really well, though I’m exhausted. We want this tour to be amazing, so we’re working really hard to—

The sound of the door interrupted your answer; you smiled and glanced to the side to see who was coming in. Keonho smiled back at you.

“I’m live,” you said quickly before he could say something inappropriate on camera, which made him laugh.

OMG, is that Keonho’s laugh?

Is that Keonho?

Suddenly, the questions started coming too fast; you couldn’t answer them all. You laughed softly, nodding your head.

“Yeah, Keonho’s here, guys. Want to join the live stream?” you asked, patting the seat next to you.

He smiled, jumping up and landing right next to you, squashing you a little. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your position so that both of you would fit in the camera frame.

“How’s it going?” he asked with a smile, moving closer to your side.

The comments kept rolling in fast; you watched the screen, trying to answer some of the questions.

“Is it true that Y/n is your favorite partner?” you read, bursting out laughing almost immediately.

“Y/n is my favorite person,” Keonho said with a smile, looking at you.

You looked up from the screen and stared at him in disbelief.

“Keonho…” you said in a tone of disbelief, and he shrugged.

“What? I mean it, you’re my favorite person on the whole planet.” You felt the blood rush to your face; he smiled, pinching your cheeks.

You swatted his hand away, which made him laugh almost immediately. The comments were going wild; you tried to hide the blush on your cheeks, but it was impossible—suddenly, you felt very hot.

“Stop it,” you whispered, taking off your jacket and moving a little away from him.

“Am I your favorite person in the world?” he asked, pouting as he moved closer again.

He wanted to tease you; you knew it, but even so, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising up your neck.

“Oh my God! Are you blushing?” he asked teasingly, trying to stroke your face; you swatted his hand away again.

“Leave me alone! I’m going to hit you,” you threatened, grabbing a cushion from the sofa to hold in front of your face, hiding behind it.

They’re so cute

It’s obvious they like each other

Keonho loves teasing Y/n

“Okay, okay, sorry. I won’t tease you anymore,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you from behind the pillow, almost pulling himself on top of you.

“Keonho! You’re crushing me!” you said with a laugh, hugging him back.

What he didn’t expect was for your hands to grab his sides, tickling him. Within seconds, he was screaming and laughing as he tried to break free from your grip.

“Stop, stop, please.” You were both laughing and putting on quite a show for the fans, who couldn’t stop commenting; the live stream was getting more and more views.

Suddenly, Keonho managed to break free and grabbed your hands, placing them on your head. You didn’t realize how close he was until his warm breath brushed your cheek; you looked down at his lips, he smiled flirtatiously, so you rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Well… I think that’s enough for today,” you said, quickly grabbing your phone to wrap things up. “Bye, guys!”

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 SICK - keonho

keonho x fem reader

synopsis: You wake up feeling very sick and go to find medicine, accidentally waking Keonho. He takes care of you, gives you tea and medicine, and stays by your side until you fall asleep.

w.c: 1.170

You opened your eyes slowly, then closed them again as a sharp headache struck. Strong arms were wrapped around your waist, your throat felt raw, and the world seemed to be spinning.

You could feel sweat trickling down your neck, though your whole body felt hot and the room seemed smaller than it actually was. You felt as if you were suffocating from the heat, even though you were wearing light pyjamas and it was winter; yet you still had chills – it was awful.

When Sarah, one of your best friends, had pharyngitis, you thought you’d managed to avoid catching it, but the burning and dryness in your throat were telling you the exact opposite. You shifted slightly, gently lifting Keonho’s arm; you knew how hard it was for him to fall asleep and how exhausted he’d been when he’d gone to bed.

You rolled over to free yourself from his grip and glanced at the time on the alarm clock on the bedside table: two in the morning. There were only four hours left before you had to get up to go and study. You let out a weary sigh; your head was still spinning and the burning sensation in your throat only seemed to be getting worse.

You got out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. You slowly opened the bedroom door and then closed it just as carefully. The path to the kitchen was blurry, but you were determined; you just needed to take a tablet and you’d feel better.

You searched for the tablet in the cupboards in the dark; you didn’t want the light to wake Keonho. But you couldn’t find it; you felt as though your head was about to explode. You poured yourself a glass of water and took small sips, trying to breathe through your nose, though with difficulty.

You went back to looking for the tablet. As you were rummaging through the cupboard, you heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. A few seconds later, you sighed as you felt a pair of cold hands wrap around your waist; they finally rested on your stomach, over your pyjama top.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, feeling a pang of guilt in your chest.

Keonho had been working a lot lately—long hours of rehearsals, plus recordings and promotional concerts with the lads. Many nights he came home very late, and on others he simply slept between rehearsals; the last thing you wanted was to disturb his rest.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He rested his head on your shoulder before kissing it gently. His tone was soft, with a faint trace of sleepiness. “What are you doing awake, sweetheart?”

“I don’t feel well,” you leaned in towards him slightly.

“Cramps?” he asked, loosening his grip on your waist, almost nervous about putting too much pressure on your stomach.

You shook your head slightly. “My head’s throbbing and my throat’s burning.”

Perhaps you moved too quickly; you felt a sharp twinge in your head that made your knees go weak. Keonho reacted quickly, holding you firmly.

“You’re burning up, darling, and not in a good way,” he whispered, resting one hand on your forehead before moving it back to your stomach.

You sighed wearily, resting your head on the cold worktop, feeling the blood rush to your head. Keonho rested his head on your back, rubbing small circles on your hip.

“Do you think you’ve got a sore throat?” You nodded slowly.

Keonho brushed your hair to one side and planted a soft kiss just behind your ear. “Have you taken any medicine?” he whispered, trying not to make your headache worse.

“No, I was looking for a tablet but couldn’t find any,” you lifted your head from the worktop, pointing to the open kitchen cupboard above your head.

“Right,” he took his hands off your waist to reach up and close the cupboard doors. “That might be because the tablets are in the first-aid kit with the other medicines…” he laughed, turning you round so you were facing him.

You smiled faintly, resting your head against his chest, and his arms quickly wrapped around you once more. You felt exhausted, and the pain really wasn’t helping.

You sighed as you felt his fingers gently massage your head; the coolness provided some slight relief from the pain.

“You really should go back to sleep, Keonho. Don’t you have to be up in a couple of hours?” He smiled, continuing his massage.

That was just like you; even when you were ill, you were more worried about him than about yourself.

“Mmm, no. I’m free for the next few days and you…” He moved away slightly to kiss your forehead. “You’re staying here tomorrow.”

“I can’t do that. I’ve got a deadline for a project; I need to sort it out tomorrow.” Any other day you would have said yes, taking the chance to stay in, but the deadline was approaching for your statistics project, which you’d been working on for weeks.

“And you’ve got very capable colleagues who can finish it without you; one day won’t make any difference.” You opened your mouth to speak again, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’re ill, you’re staying in, sweetheart.

“All right,” you relented. He was right; you’d been stressed these past few days and had probably been feeling under the weather for a while, but it was only now that it was really taking its toll on you.

“Go back to bed, I’ll get you some medicine, OK?” You nodded and headed for the bedroom; almost immediately, you flopped onto the bed, on the side where Keonho had been lying a short while ago.

That was your favourite spot to be when you were extremely tired or when you missed him. It was warm and smelled of him; you stayed there for a moment before he returned with a couple of tablets and a cup.

You sat up and he knelt beside you, took the tablets and handed you the cup.

“Tea?” He nodded, handing it to you. “With extra honey.”

“Thank you so much,” you whispered, then took a sip of the drink, feeling the relief almost immediately.

Almost immediately, Keonho climbed onto the bed with a smile on his face. He slipped his arm around your waist, stroking your side; you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Shouldn’t you get some sleep?”

“Nah, I’m wide awake. Let’s try and get you to sleep.” He kissed your forehead tenderly.

You finished your drink; your head still ached, but at least you felt much better now. The movie played in the background; you smiled, resting against Keonho’s chest whilst he stroked your hair tenderly.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” you sighed, finally closing your eyes.

The faint sounds of the television, mixed with Keonho’s gentle hands stroking your hair, slowly lulled you to sleep.

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 SICK - an keonho

keonho x fem reader

synopsis: You wake up feeling very sick and go to find medicine, accidentally waking Keonho. He takes care of you, gives you tea and medicine, and stays by your side until you fall asleep.

w.c: 1.170

You opened your eyes slowly, then closed them again as a sharp headache struck. Strong arms were wrapped around your waist, your throat felt raw, and the world seemed to be spinning.

You could feel sweat trickling down your neck, though your whole body felt hot and the room seemed smaller than it actually was. You felt as if you were suffocating from the heat, even though you were wearing light pyjamas and it was winter; yet you still had chills – it was awful.

When Sarah, one of your best friends, had pharyngitis, you thought you’d managed to avoid catching it, but the burning and dryness in your throat were telling you the exact opposite. You shifted slightly, gently lifting Keonho’s arm; you knew how hard it was for him to fall asleep and how exhausted he’d been when he’d gone to bed.

You rolled over to free yourself from his grip and glanced at the time on the alarm clock on the bedside table: two in the morning. There were only four hours left before you had to get up to go and study. You let out a weary sigh; your head was still spinning and the burning sensation in your throat only seemed to be getting worse.

You got out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. You slowly opened the bedroom door and then closed it just as carefully. The path to the kitchen was blurry, but you were determined; you just needed to take a tablet and you’d feel better.

You searched for the tablet in the cupboards in the dark; you didn’t want the light to wake Keonho. But you couldn’t find it; you felt as though your head was about to explode. You poured yourself a glass of water and took small sips, trying to breathe through your nose, though with difficulty.

You went back to looking for the tablet. As you were rummaging through the cupboard, you heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. A few seconds later, you sighed as you felt a pair of cold hands wrap around your waist; they finally rested on your stomach, over your pyjama top.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, feeling a pang of guilt in your chest.

Keonho had been working a lot lately—long hours of rehearsals, plus recordings and promotional concerts with the lads. Many nights he came home very late, and on others he simply slept between rehearsals; the last thing you wanted was to disturb his rest.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He rested his head on your shoulder before kissing it gently. His tone was soft, with a faint trace of sleepiness. “What are you doing awake, sweetheart?”

“I don’t feel well,” you leaned in towards him slightly.

“Cramps?” he asked, loosening his grip on your waist, almost nervous about putting too much pressure on your stomach.

You shook your head slightly. “My head’s throbbing and my throat’s burning.”

Perhaps you moved too quickly; you felt a sharp twinge in your head that made your knees go weak. Keonho reacted quickly, holding you firmly.

“You’re burning up, darling, and not in a good way,” he whispered, resting one hand on your forehead before moving it back to your stomach.

You sighed wearily, resting your head on the cold worktop, feeling the blood rush to your head. Keonho rested his head on your back, rubbing small circles on your hip.

“Do you think you’ve got a sore throat?” You nodded slowly.

Keonho brushed your hair to one side and planted a soft kiss just behind your ear. “Have you taken any medicine?” he whispered, trying not to make your headache worse.

“No, I was looking for a tablet but couldn’t find any,” you lifted your head from the worktop, pointing to the open kitchen cupboard above your head.

“Right,” he took his hands off your waist to reach up and close the cupboard doors. “That might be because the tablets are in the first-aid kit with the other medicines…” he laughed, turning you round so you were facing him.

You smiled faintly, resting your head against his chest, and his arms quickly wrapped around you once more. You felt exhausted, and the pain really wasn’t helping.

You sighed as you felt his fingers gently massage your head; the coolness provided some slight relief from the pain.

“You really should go back to sleep, Keonho. Don’t you have to be up in a couple of hours?” He smiled, continuing his massage.

That was just like you; even when you were ill, you were more worried about him than about yourself.

“Mmm, no. I’m free for the next few days and you…” He moved away slightly to kiss your forehead. “You’re staying here tomorrow.”

“I can’t do that. I’ve got a deadline for a project; I need to sort it out tomorrow.” Any other day you would have said yes, taking the chance to stay in, but the deadline was approaching for your statistics project, which you’d been working on for weeks.

“And you’ve got very capable colleagues who can finish it without you; one day won’t make any difference.” You opened your mouth to speak again, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’re ill, you’re staying in, sweetheart.

“All right,” you relented. He was right; you’d been stressed these past few days and had probably been feeling under the weather for a while, but it was only now that it was really taking its toll on you.

“Go back to bed, I’ll get you some medicine, OK?” You nodded and headed for the bedroom; almost immediately, you flopped onto the bed, on the side where Keonho had been lying a short while ago.

That was your favourite spot to be when you were extremely tired or when you missed him. It was warm and smelled of him; you stayed there for a moment before he returned with a couple of tablets and a cup.

You sat up and he knelt beside you, took the tablets and handed you the cup.

“Tea?” He nodded, handing it to you. “With extra honey.”

“Thank you so much,” you whispered, then took a sip of the drink, feeling the relief almost immediately.

Almost immediately, Keonho climbed onto the bed with a smile on his face. He slipped his arm around your waist, stroking your side; you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Shouldn’t you get some sleep?”

“Nah, I’m wide awake. Let’s try and get you to sleep.” He kissed your forehead tenderly.

You finished your drink; your head still ached, but at least you felt much better now. The movie played in the background; you smiled, resting against Keonho’s chest whilst he stroked your hair tenderly.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” you sighed, finally closing your eyes.

The faint sounds of the television, mixed with Keonho’s gentle hands stroking your hair, slowly lulled you to sleep.

[callatelabok]

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🩰 ⋅ ˚✮ masterlist

— ENHYPEN

coming soon !

— CORTIS

james !

coming soon !

martin !

— scarf

juhoon !

coming soon !

seonghyeon !

— one more night

keonho !

— sick

— teasing

— TXT

coming soon !

[callatelabok]

୭ ˚.🍰ᵎᵎ. 𑄹 SCARF - m. edwards

⋆˚꩜｡ ‘ met you at the right time… this is what it feels like

martin x fem reader

synopsis: you don’t expect much when you’re out in the cold, just trying to get home. but sometimes, that’s exactly when something unexpected happens.

w.c: 656

It was cold… very cold.

A sigh escaped your lips, and right after that, a cloud of smoke appeared. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hold onto what little body heat you had left.

It was supposed to be a quick trip—popping over to the supermarket to grab some snacks and heading back home to finish the movie marathon you’d left halfway through.

You didn't realize it would take you so long to pick out snacks, let alone that you'd have to wait more than ten minutes for the bus in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Are you okay?” You turned around, looking for the person who seemed to be speaking to you.

Am I hallucinating? you wondered, looking the guy over from head to toe—unlike you, he was dressed quite warmly. He looked so comfortable and cozy that you couldn't help but feel a little envious.

“Yeah… yeah,” you replied, a little confused, still staring at him. You couldn’t look away; he was tall, and even though you couldn’t see his face very well, you knew he was handsome.

Suddenly, you felt your face grow hot. Your cheeks were flushed, but this time it wasn't because of the winter cold. You heard his laughter and felt your stomach churn.

“Oh my gosh, I think you’re about to freeze,” he said as he approached; you looked at him, confused.

His hands quickly undid the knot in his scarf, and in just a few seconds you felt the warmth of the fabric against your neck.

You were probably going to die right there. He just smiled; now you could see his face more clearly, and yes… he was very handsome.

“Here, take this too,” he said, placing the hat he’d been wearing just a few seconds ago on your head.

“Oh… no, that’s okay. You must be cold,” you managed to say, still bewildered by the boy standing in front of you.

You tried to take his things off, even though that wasn't really what you wanted. You felt cozy and warm in his huge scarf and wool hat. He smiled again, taking your hands in his and stopping you before you could do anything else.

“You can keep it. Your hands are freezing. I’m fine—I can handle a little cold,” he said, brushing it off as he wrapped his warm hands around yours.

You smiled, feeling a strange warmth in your chest. It was a feeling of comfort and pure gratitude. You couldn't take your eyes off the guy who seemed completely focused on his goal: raising your body temperature.

“What’s your name?” you asked, staring at the road. You hoped the bus would never arrive; now that marathon of movies didn’t seem so important.

“Martin, nice to meet you….” He paused, waiting for you to tell him your name.

“Y/n,” you replied, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. He was looking at you so intently that you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“Nice name,” was all he said. You held back the smile that was threatening to escape your lips; you must have looked like a crazy person.

“Oh… this is my bus,” you said. Martin couldn’t help but laugh at the disappointment in your voice. You were about to start taking off his things to give them back to him.

“Don’t worry, you can keep them,” he said, leaning in a little to adjust the hat on your head. “Take care,” he whispered with a smile.

Every part of your body was trembling with nerves. “Th-thank you so much, Martin. Really.”

“It’s nothing.”

That was the last thing he said before you got on the bus. When you sat down in your seat, you watched him through the window; he was still smiling and waving goodbye. You looked down, feeling embarrassed, but a few seconds later you mimicked his gesture with a huge smile.

Would you ever see him again?