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Genre- Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pinning
Synopsis- At three in the morning, the world feels a little quieter. For you, it’s the only time you can escape the exhaustion of your job and the expectations that come with the day. For him, it’s the only time he gets to exist without being watched.
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The world was a bitch.
A bitch that poked, nagged, and worked new hires to the point where they could collapse from pure exhaustion.
It was around 2:40 AM when you finally looked up from your computer, only to be met with the sight of an office that was completely deserted and almost pitch black. Everyone had gone home hours ago, but for some ungodly reason, you—the new hire of only two weeks—had been left with the workload of three managers and a deadline that could honestly be considered workplace harassment.
You leaned back in your chair, letting your muscles finally relax after hours of being forced into the same uncomfortable position. Even then, they continued to scream in protest from the sheer physical strain they had been under.
Hi, I’m Cherish and I got into k-pop back around 2023-2024. I’m a massive fan of seventeen, Nct, Ateez, and genuinely so many other groups😭 I’m a massive multistan and listen to almost everything. I also really enjoy artists like Tate Mcare, the neighborhood, and still woozy.
I’m also a big fan of both J-pop and anime, with Ado and Sheena Ringo as-well as XG being my favorites and as shows, I like Haikyu and One piece.
I’m definitely still improving with my writing style, but I hope that my work is still good🥹
I’m genuinely so inconsistent with my posting but with summer coming up I think I’ll be able to post a lot more. I seriously run out of writing ideas and so requests are always my favorite to write.
I hope that you all like my delusions packaged into words and enjoy your time on my blog!
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Rockstar!Jay and you had been public for quite a while—of course you were. How could you not be? The Korean rising star and his longtime manager, the woman who had worked with him since before his debut, who had been in the room when he signed his very first record deal, and who had watched from just a step behind as he rose to international fame.
“You’re really never alone, are you?” a host once joked during an interview, glancing between the two of you.
Jay laughed, easy and familiar. “Nope. She’d probably haunt me if I tried.”
You rolled your eyes from your seat just off-camera. “That’s called doing my job.”
In the eyes of the fans, you and Rockstar!Jay were like siblings—always beside each other, always moving in sync. If he stopped, you stopped. If he laughed, you were already smiling. It was something people noticed almost immediately after his global breakthrough.
“Are they attached at the hip?” one fan commented during a livestream.
Jay squinted at the screen. “Huh?”
Another comment flashed by: Blink twice if your manager is your soulmate.
He groaned. “You guys are ridiculous.”
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i loved your fwb!hwa work, i was wondering if i could request you to make a hongjoong version? same frat? college bf or fwb? whatever you feel with hongjoong bc he has been getting to me lately haha
First of all thank you so much for saying that you liked my work it seriously means so much to me😭😭. I also wanted to apologize for how long it took me to respond to you, for some reason I could just not get the story right and what I ended up publishing is probably like the third draft I was actually considering writing for Hongjoong when you requested this so it was perfect timing🥹❤️
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Fwb!Hongjoong was a name you’d already heard long before you ever met him. Honestly, how could you not?
Kim Hongjoong. The leader of the ATZ frat house. Head of the student council. Rugby captain who’s carried the team to back-to-back championship wins. The campus “Golden Boy.” The same guy who throws ridiculously extravagant parties right before midterms… and somehow never faces consequences.
And if you’re wondering how he gets away with it?
It’s painfully simple.
He’s unfairly good-looking.
Fwb!Hongjoong who also happens to be your current situationship/Fwb.
It was a Friday night, and the last thing you wanted was to leave your room. Moonlight poured in through the window while you sat curled up in bed, a book in your hands, wrapped in a blanket and wearing your comfiest sweatpants. There was no way you were giving up this perfect little haven of peace and quiet.
The thought settled in your mind like a firm motto, right up until your phone started buzzing, snapping you out of it.
Fwb!Hongjoong whose name lit up your screen in bold letters, the contact photo a stupidly attractive candid shot you had taken of him without him noticing, head tilted back in laughter, hair falling into his eyes.
Hongjoong🐿️:
You coming tonight?
You stared at the message longer than necessary, thumb hovering over the keyboard. You already knew what “tonight” meant. It always meant the same thing—loud music, dim lights, his hand finding yours in a crowded room like it belonged there.
You sighed, dropping your head back against the headboard.
Peace and quiet, or Kim Hongjoong?
…Unfair choice.
You:
Wasn’t planning on it.
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Hongjoong🐿️:
Don’t be like that.
I’ll come get you.
You huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking your head.
Of course he would.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who didn’t take no for an answer, apparently.
You barely had time to change out of your sweats before there was a knock on your door. Three short taps that you’d come to recognize far too well.
Opening it, you were met with him leaning casually against the frame, hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just driven across campus at nearly midnight.
“Hi,” he said simply, like this was normal.
Your eyes narrowed. “You’re annoying.”
“And yet you opened the door,” he countered, stepping inside without waiting for permission.
Typical.
You crossed your arms. “I told you I wasn’t going.”
“And I told you I’d come get you.” His gaze flicked over you, taking in your outfit. It was simple, comfortable, not party-ready in the slightest. His lips twitched. “You can stay like that. You look good.”
Heat crept up your neck, and you hated how easy it was for him to do that.
“This isn’t a date, hongjoong,” you reminded, grabbing your jacket anyway.
“I know,” he said quickly—too quickly. “It’s just… you coming to a party.”
There was something off in his tone, but you didn’t push it.
Not yet.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who, for some reason, didn’t leave your side that entire night.
At first, you brushed it off. He was the host, after all. It totally made sense he’d stick close, make sure you were having a good time.
But then his hand settled on your waist.
And stayed there.
And every time someone tried to talk to you, he was suddenly there—leaning in, inserting himself into the conversation, steering you away before it could go anywhere.
“Hongjoong,” you muttered under your breath, tugging his sleeve as he pulled you toward the kitchen, “what are you doing?”
“What?” he blinked, like he genuinely didn’t understand.
“You’ve been glued to me all night.”
His grip tightened slightly at your waist. “So?”
“So?” you echoed, incredulous. “Since when do you care who I talk to?”
His jaw ticked, eyes flickering away for a split second before returning to you.
“I don’t,” he said, but it came out clipped. “I just—those guys were clearly hitting on you.”
You let out a short laugh. “And?”
“And—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Nothing.”
There it was again.
Something off.
You stepped back slightly, forcing space between you. “Hongjoong.”
He looked at you, brows furrowed.
“We’re not—” you gestured between the two of you, “—this.”
The words hung heavier than you intended.
His expression shifted, something guarded slipping into place.
“I know what we are,” he said quietly.
“Do you?” you challenged, softer now but firm. “Because this—” you nodded toward where he’d been standing practically wrapped around you all night, “—isn’t part of the deal.”
—
Fwb!Hongjoong and you had an agreement.
It had been simple.
No strings.
No expectations.
No jealousy.
Just late nights, quiet mornings, and the unspoken understanding that it didn’t mean anything more.
You had even joked about it once, lying tangled in his sheets, his arm lazily draped over your waist.
“No catching feelings,” you had said, poking his chest.
He had smirked, catching your hand. “You sound worried.”
“I’m serious,” you insisted. “The second it gets complicated, we’re done.”
He had studied you for a moment before nodding.
“Fine,” he agreed. “No feelings.”
A pause.
“…But you’re still staying the night, right?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Obviously.”
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who was now very clearly breaking that agreement.
“You’re acting like you have a say in who I talk to,” you continued, your voice quieter now, but steady. “You don’t.”
His lips parted like he wanted to argue… but nothing came out.
Because he knew you were right.
“You don’t get to be jealous,” you added, softer this time. “That’s not what this is.”
Silence stretched between you, thick and uncomfortable.
Then—
“I don’t like it.”
Your breath caught slightly.
“What?”
“I don’t like it,” he repeated, voice low, eyes locked onto yours now. “I don’t like other people looking at you like that. Talking to you like that. Acting like they have a chance when—”
He cut himself off, exhaling sharply.
“When what?” you pressed.
His hand flexed at his side.
“When I—” he started, then stopped again, like the words physically refused to come out.
You felt your chest tighten.
“Hongjoong…”
He laughed under his breath, but there was no humor in it. “This is exactly why we said no feelings.”
Your heart skipped.
“Joong please.”
“I tried,” he admitted, finally looking at you fully, all walls gone now. “I really did.”
The noise of the party faded into the background, like the two of you were in your own separate space.
“But every time you walk into a room, I notice,” he continued, voice quieter. “Every time someone else talks to you, I hate it. And every time you leave in the morning like it’s nothing…” He shook his head slightly. “It’s not nothing to me.”
Your throat went dry.
“You weren’t supposed to—”
“I know,” he cut in gently. “I know I wasn’t.”
A pause.
Then, softer—
“But I did.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“I’m in love with you.”
The words landed heavy, real, irreversible.
“And yeah,” he added, almost bitterly, “I know that wasn’t part of the deal.”
Silence.
Your move now.
And for the first time since this whole thing started…
Nothing about this felt simple anymore.
Fwb!Hongjoong whose confession didn’t get the answer he was hoping for.
Not because you didn’t feel anything.
But because you felt too much.
—
You didn’t reply that night.
Not really.
You muttered something half-formed, something about needing time, about not expecting that—and then you left before he could say anything else.
And after that?
You avoided him.
Fwb!Hongjoong who suddenly found you nowhere.
No late-night texts.
No “you up?” messages.
No quiet mornings tangled in his sheets.
Just silence.
At first, he told himself you just needed space.
Then a few days passed.
Then a week.
And suddenly, everywhere he went, you were just… gone.
If he walked into a room, you walked out.
If he showed up at your usual café, you stopped going.
If your phone lit up with his name, you didn’t answer.
It was driving him insane.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who wasn’t used to being ignored.
Especially not by you.
—
“Dude, you look like shit.”
He shot a glare at Seonghwa from across the frat house kitchen. “Thanks.”
“I’m serious,” Seonghwa continued, leaning against the counter. “Did you piss her off or something?”
Hongjoong scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “I told her how I felt.”
“…Oh.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Oh.”
Seonghwa winced slightly. “And?”
“And now she’s acting like I don’t exist.”
That… stung more than he expected.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who finally saw you again.
At one of his parties.
Of course.
Because of all places, you showed up here.
And not alone.
—
The music was loud, bass vibrating through the floors as bodies moved under dim lights—but none of that mattered the second he saw you.
Standing near the drinks table.
Laughing.
With someone else.
His jaw tightened instantly.
The guy leaned in closer to say something in your ear, and you smiled was soft, easy, familiar.
Something ugly twisted in his chest.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who didn’t think.
He just moved.
You didn’t notice him at first.
Too caught up in pretending.
Pretending everything was normal.
Pretending your chest didn’t tighten every time you thought about him.
Pretending you hadn’t replayed his confession over and over again in your head.
It was easier this way.
Safer.
“Want another drink?” the guy beside you asked.
You nodded absently. “Yeah, sure—”
Your words cut off as a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist.
Firm.
Familiar.
Your breath hitched.
“Outside,” Hongjoong said, voice low, controlled, but there was something simmering underneath it.
“Joong—”
“Now.”
The guy beside you looked between the two of you, confused. “Uh—”
“It’s fine,” you muttered quickly, already being pulled away.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who didn’t stop until you were somewhere quieter.
A hallway. Dim. Away from the noise.
The second you were alone, you yanked your wrist free.
“What the hell was that?” you snapped, heart racing.
“What was that?” he shot back, incredulous. “Who is he?”
You blinked. “Why do you care?”
His laugh was sharp, humorless. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously!” you fired back. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to drag me away from someone like you have any claim over me.”
His expression darkened.
“I told you how I felt.”
“And I told you I needed time!” you snapped, frustration bubbling over. “You don’t get to just corner me like this because you don’t like what you’re seeing!”
Silence.
Heavy. Tense.
His chest rose and fell, eyes locked onto yours.
“You’re avoiding me.”
“Maybe I am,” you shot back. “Did you think I’d just magically know what to say after that?”
“No,” he admitted, voice lower now. “But I didn’t think you’d run to someone else.”
“That’s not what this is.”
“Really?” he challenged, stepping closer. “Because it looked pretty convincing.”
Your breath caught slightly at the proximity.
“Jealousy isn’t part of our deal, remember?” you said, quieter now, but still firm.
“I know,” he said.
Another step closer.
“But I meant what I said.”
Your heart pounded.
“Hongjoong—”
“I’m not him,” he cut in, voice softer now, but somehow more intense. “I’m not just some guy you can laugh with and forget about later.”
Your back hit the wall before you even realized you’d stepped back.
“And you’re not just… nothing to me.”
The air between you shifted.
Tension.
Familiar.
Dangerous.
“You don’t get to look at someone else like that,” he murmured, gaze dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.
Your breath hitched.
“And you don’t get to tell me what to do,” you whispered back—but it lacked the bite from before.
Because now—
Now you were too aware of how close he was.
Too aware of how this always went.
A fight.
A spark.
And then—
“Then stop me.”
The words slipped out before you could think.
His eyes darkened.
“…You don’t mean that.”
You swallowed.
“Try me.”
That was all it took.
—
Fwb!Hongjoong who closed the distance like he’d been waiting for it.
His hand came up to your jaw, tilting your face toward his as his lips crashed into yours—familiar, desperate, everything you had been trying to avoid all wrapped into one moment.
You kissed him back instantly.
Of course you did.
Because this, all of this.
This part had always been easy.
Your hands fisted in his shirt as he pressed you further into the wall, the tension from earlier melting into something hotter, heavier.
“Still think I don’t get to care?” he murmured against your lips.
You let out a shaky breath, trying—and failing—to hold onto your resolve.
“This doesn’t fix anything,” you whispered.
“I know.”
His forehead rested briefly against yours.
“But you still came back.”
And that?
That was the problem.
Because no matter how complicated it got…
You always did.
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a/n - This was a requested piece and one that took me way too long for NO REASON😭 I truly love getting requests because it lets me write ideas that I usually would never have thought of. Hongjoong is also my ult bias so writing for him was so satisfying😌 Thank you for everyone who read this and please don’t be afraid to request fics or just ask questions in general! Lots of love to everyone❤️
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The floor was already shaking by the time I pushed into the club. The windows rattled with the bass, each beat vibrating through my ribs, and the air was thick—sweat, perfume, and something heavier that clung to the back of my throat.
I shoved my way through the crowd, dodging slick shoulders and wandering hands, trying not to get dragged into someone else’s drunken rhythm.
Where the fuck is he?
By the time I reached the bar, I braced my forearms against the sticky countertop and dropped my head, catching my breath.
“I should seriously ask for a raise after this,” I muttered.
A sharp knock against the counter jolted me. I looked up to see a man—late thirties, maybe forties—standing across from me in a crisp, formal uniform. Bartender. His brows pinched slightly as he glanced me over, silently asking if I was alright.
I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, but have you seen a man by any chance? He’s tall, pointy-ish nose, dark hair… wears way too many rings?”
The moment I said tall, something in his expression shifted. Without a word, he tipped his head toward the VIP lounge.
Of fucking course.
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The floor was already shaking by the time I pushed into the club. The windows rattled with the bass, each beat vibrating through my ribs, and the air was thick—sweat, perfume, and something heavier that clung to the back of my throat.
I shoved my way through the crowd, dodging slick shoulders and wandering hands, trying not to get dragged into someone else’s drunken rhythm.
Where the fuck is he?
By the time I reached the bar, I braced my forearms against the sticky countertop and dropped my head, catching my breath.
“I should seriously ask for a raise after this,” I muttered.
A sharp knock against the counter jolted me. I looked up to see a man—late thirties, maybe forties—standing across from me in a crisp, formal uniform. Bartender. His brows pinched slightly as he glanced me over, silently asking if I was alright.
I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, but have you seen a man by any chance? He’s tall, pointy-ish nose, dark hair… wears way too many rings?”
The moment I said tall, something in his expression shifted. Without a word, he tipped his head toward the VIP lounge.
Of fucking course.
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Fwb!Seonghwa who you first met at a frat party you’d been dragged to by your friends. The bass rattled through your ribs, loud enough to make your chest feel hollow, and the air was thick with heat, bodies, and something you couldn’t quite name. You’d been accidentally grinded on one too many times—hands brushing where they shouldn’t, strangers too close for comfort—before you finally slipped away, weaving through the crowd and heading upstairs in search of an empty room, somewhere—anywhere—you could breathe again.
Fwb!Seonghwa who just so happened to live in that frat house.
The hallway was quieter, but not silent—the music still bled through the walls, dull and distant. You tried one door. Locked. Another. Voices. You exhaled, already regretting coming.
“Looking for something?”
You turned, a little startled. He stood a few steps behind you, like he’d been there longer than you realized. Calm. Observant. Not drunk like everyone else downstairs.
“Just… somewhere quiet,” you admitted.
He studied you for a second—then nodded toward the door beside him. “You can use mine.”
You hesitated for half a second.
Then followed him in.
Fwb!Seonghwa whose room felt like a completely different world—clean, still, the bass reduced to a low hum. Who handed you a bottle of water without asking too many questions. Who didn’t crowd you, didn’t push, just… watched. Like he was figuring you out in real time.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” he said lightly.
“I’m not,” you laughed, softer now.
That was all it took.
The conversation came easy after that—too easy for two people who had just met. There was something about him. The way he listened. The way his gaze lingered just a second too long. The way he said your name like it already meant something.
And maybe it was the quiet. Or the leftover adrenaline. Or the way his knee brushed yours and didn’t move away.
But the shift was inevitable.
“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he murmured, voice lower now, closer.
You didn’t.
Because he wasn’t.
—
It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t slow.
It just… happened.
Like something that had been building for longer than it should have between two people who had only just met. Hands that didn’t hesitate. Kisses that didn’t ask permission twice. Sounds pulled from a place of pure pleasure. The kind of closeness that blurred every line before you even thought to draw one.
And when it was over—when the room finally stilled again, when the bass downstairs felt like it belonged to another world entirely—you both just… lay there.
Not awkward. Not regretful.
Just quiet.
Fwb!Seonghwa who turns his head slightly to look at you, expression unreadable but not distant.
“That wasn’t part of your plan tonight, was it?” he asked with a cocky yet soft smile.
You let out a small breath of a laugh. “Not even a little.”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Me neither.”
A pause.
Then, almost like an unspoken agreement settling between you—
“Let’s not make it weird.”
You nodded.
“Yeah. Not weird.”
—
Fwb!Seonghwa who texts you the next day like nothing happened.
did you get home okay?
No mention of it. No awkwardness. Just normal enough to make you question if it meant anything at all.
You reply anyway.
Because whatever that was—you’re not ready to pretend it didn’t happen.
—
It becomes your secret before it becomes your habit.
Fwb!Seonghwa who doesn’t seek you out in public—but somehow always ends up next to you when you’re both in the same room. Who doesn’t touch you where people can see—but lets his hand linger at your waist just a second too long when no one’s looking.
Fwb!Seonghwa who keeps it quiet. Controlled. Easy.
Until it isn’t.
Because “not weird” turns into late-night texts again.
Turns into you slipping upstairs without telling your friends during parties.
Turns into his door already unlocked when you get there.
“You’re back,” he says one night, like it’s obvious.
“You left it open,” you reply.
A small smile. “Did I?”
—
There are still no rules.
That’s the problem.
Because it’s easy to pretend it doesn’t mean anything when it’s just physical. When it’s just convenience. When it’s just two people passing time.
But it stops feeling casual faster than either of you expected.
In the quiet moments after.
In the way neither of you rushes to leave.
In the way he looks at you like he’s about to say something—and then doesn’t.
Fwb!Seonghwa who wanted to keep it simple.
Fwb!Seonghwa who definitely didn’t plan on it becoming anything more.
But somewhere between that first night and every one after—
it already has.
a/n: Still not quite sure how I feel about this yet but you can’t go wrong with mother hwa
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