I'm do art, I won’t be posting but if anyone's interested, my instagram is _cherrycolaberry_ where I'm not very active bc artblock is kicking my ass :/ I post xikers/&team fanart sometimes, tho it's mostly ocs.
Been a popper since 2016, my ults are: skz, txt, xikers 🥰, &team (the lomls), (g) idle, bnd.
Non kpop artists i listen to: keshi, mitski, ashnikko, laufey, dean, dpr lan, Melanie martinez, Olivia rodrigo.
I'm always down for friends/moots so don't be shy (I say that like I'm not)
I'll probably mainly be shit posting with an fic here and there. I still don't know how tum works ://
texting your ex "goodnight" prank ✶ ex!yudai
∿ notes! 26 freaking attachments 💀💀 ⸝⸝ based off of this tiktok and it's comments ⸝⸝ featuring fuma nicholas euijoo jaehyun from bnd and anton from riize
▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?
︴bonus! honestly this shouldn't have been as long as it is but it's whatever. also i forgot to change the contact names like i usually do for texts until the very end...whoops
when junghoon arrived at the palace- his anxieties had been running on an all time high the whole way there- the stoic professionalism of the main accompanying guard doing nothing to dispel any of them- he was not expecting to see y/n standing next to the crown prince, who was noticeably unharmed, also… looking not… harmed. shit, she was alive. nearly overcome with debilitating relief, junghoon had to heavily restrain himself from bolting over and tackling her into a hug. instead, he managed to bow respectfully towards the monarchs, feeling a part of his blood start to boil. why did he still have to bow his head to those bastards, they stole far more than any of the commoners that they imprisoned and looked down on ever did. as he rose, he made eye contact with y/n, evidently looking a little worried as she sent him a small nod and tap to her wrist- their code for ‘safe’.
the words from the queen snapped him out of his small trance, “do you confirm the fact that you are kim junghoon, older brother of kim y/n?” junghoon was a little confused, what the hell was going on?? “yes” he answered hesitantly, still attempting to have the right etiquette. “oh good! on request by kim y/n, you are to stay here in the castle to support your sister as she integrates into her new life and responsibilities as the fiancee of his highness, park seeun” the queen continued, perking up and looking surprisingly cheerful. what. there's no way. he looked over at y/n with slightly wider eyes, asking her ‘what the fuck is this, how the fuck did this happen’. y/n. the assassin. his sister. betrothed to the crown prince. he started to feel slightly light headed, there’s no way that this situation truly happened. y/n just subtly shrugged her shoulders, her wide eyes indicating that she too, did not know. what the fuck. somehow in his confusion, he managed to bow politely to the monarchs again, seemingly to the queen’s utmost joy.
the queen and king made their departure from the room, the king silent and the queen seeming so entertained. he didn’t know which one he hated more, the king’s outright but silent distaste or the queen’s condescending amusement- as if he and his sister were just circus animals that played around for her amusement. once the sound of the doors clicked shut, the crown prince let out a sigh. huh. the spoiled prince didn’t like his parents? ha. junghoon didn’t even have parents- thanks to them at least.
“well, it’s nice to meet the older brother of my fiancee” the crown prince said with a bow, his words the epitome of politeness, but a drawl to his words belied his feelings of… distaste? what. junghoon was asking himself that a lot in the last few hours. he had the luxury of being able to choose anyone to marry and has the complete audacity to seem disinterested in the person he chose to marry in the first place. “likewise, your highness. as an older brother, I do find myself asking what it was that made you choose my sister in the first place though” junghoon replied, a slight hint of sharpness entering his tone. if the crown prince was going to be a bit insolent, so could he.
seeun smirked. oh. so this behaviour was a family trait. perfect. that’d piss off his father even more. “well… you could say that I have an interest in women who can keep me on my toes, especially such pretty ones like my sweet raven” he said slyly, the nickname from earlier slipping out. it suited her, he thought. he also wanted to see just how much his fiancee’s brother knew about his little sister’s actions and maybe her plan to kill him. hm.
junghoon froze. he knew. the crown prince knew. he knew and still decided to marry her. what the hell was this guy’s plan. was he just intending on keeping y/n around to show off and then what, use her as an example for the kingdom? humiliate her and use her to deter any other person from conspiring against him and the royal family? what kind of twisted plan did the crown prince have? junghoon didn’t trust the glint in his eye. it was… suspicious and mischievous.
“well, i shall leave you to show your brother to his room, my sweet raven. don’t worry, I will have hunter wait outside the room and guide you there” the crown prince said, taking the beat of silence as a presumed victory, and bowing as he left the room, that stupid smirk still plastered on his stupid face.
he turned quickly towards y/n with a shocked look on his face as soon as the door closed, speeding over to bring his little sister into a tight hug. “y/n… what the fuck is actually going on- are you okay? how did this happen? how much of the plan does the crown prince and the royal family know?” he fretted, looking over her face worriedly.
“I’m okay. I don’t know. I tried to carry out the plan and, and i missed. I missed, junghoon. twice. he dodged my attempts and then… then he just went and announced that he was choosing me as his betrothed. I don’t know how much the monarchs know about this, but I think, god i hope they don’t know.” y/n said, her eyes wide in a way that he knew indicated that she was going to spiral into a panic attack soon. “okay… okay. its okay. we’re still alive. we might be safe. lets just try to live this day by day, okay? we’re still together and we’re not dead” junghoon soothed her, keeping his voice low and gentle, his words gaining a disorientated nod from her. “okay. lets go and get shown to our rooms, yeah?” he said with a shaky sigh, trying to reassure himself as well as y/n. “yeah… yeah. okay, lets.. lets go” she agreed, looking mildly out of it.
he guided her out of the room and saw the same stoic and professional guard that had accompanied him to the palace, waiting for them. huh. that must be hunter. junghoon nodded to him, prompting hunter to silently guide them to their respective rooms. the silence that once felt anxiety inducing, was now a relief. no need for there to be unnecessary conversation with stilted and fake politeness. he thanked the guard quietly once they’d reached their rooms, gaining a silent nod from him, leaving them to enter their rooms in private. junghoon ushered y/n into her room, making sure she was okay, before going into his own room and letting out a shaky breath and collapsing once the door had closed behind him. well fuck. I guess this was happening. he just had to be strong for his younger sister and figure out another plan for them. keep them safe. keep them all safe from them. fuck.
sorry for the long wait aha... pls take this extra long one as an apology 😁😁
the first time that he saw her, he dropped his mail. she was just carrying her groceries up the stairs to her apartment in a very casual outfit- a completely ordinary occasion, but there was just something about her that made him stop in his tracks, she was just so ethereal to him. nicholas watched her go into her apartment and felt his mouth go dry. since when was such a gorgeous woman living next door to him. he picked up his mail dazedly and walked into his own apartment, his dazed smile scaring the shit out of his roommate. “yo… dude, are you.. are you okay?” euijoo said hesitantly from his spot on the couch, watching nicholas all but float around their apartment. “I think i just saw a goddess” nicholas said dreamily, flopping onto the couch dramatically, his head falling into ej’s lap. “oh god not this shit again, get your delusional ass out of here” ej said, scrunching his nose and pushing nico’s head out of his lap as if repulsed by what his friend was saying.
the second time that he saw her, it was two weeks later. she had wormed her way into his brain and stayed there for the entire time- to the point where his friends were sick of him, all of them groaning the minute nicholas opened his mouth to talk about the beautiful woman next door. this time that he saw her, nicholas was coming back home from the gym, begging internally that he didn't stink and end up grossing her out- oh god what if he smelled so bad that she decided to move out and he’d never see her ever again. in his flustered state, nicholas and the pretty woman next door made eye contact, which prompted the human embodiment of an angel to smile so sweetly at him, sending a rush through his body, his ears obviously flushing a bright red. “hey! did you just come from the gym?” she asked nicholas in a friendly manner. what. she.. she was talking to him?? him?? his mind ran blank at that realisation, only snapping out of his trance at the feeling of her gaze on his face. “uhm. oh! uh, yeah i did, sorry, do i smell bad?” he responded finally, cheering internally that he didn’t fumble the conversation with the gorgeous woman in front of him… that much at least. “no no! you don’t smell bad, i just thought that you were coming from the gym because of your clothes” the pretty and sweet woman said, reassuring him. god she was perfect. nicholas could feel cupid’s arrow shooting straight through his heart (again). he wasn’t even sure how the rest of the conversation went, but by the time he walked into his apartment, euijoo, maki and yuma took one look at his face and immediately groaned, ej holding his head in his hands, maki getting up off the couch as if to leave and yuma falling dramatically off the couch. was he really that bad? yes. yes, he was.
the third, fourth and thirtieth time he saw and interacted with her went by in a similar fashion, the two speaking more with every interaction and nicholas- without fail- ranting about each and every one of their interactions to his friends at any available opportunity (forcibly removing decades off of their lives). it wasn’t even until three months after he’d first saw her that his little bubble was popped. there she was… the most beautiful, funny, perfect woman he’d ever met, going down the very same stairs he’d first seen her on, carrying… boxes? why the hell was she moving boxes labelled ‘glassware’- oh. oh that’s why. y/n was moving away. nicholas felt like his whole world was crashing and burning around him, his motivation for going outside of his apartment was leaving?
y/n flashed him a quick sheepish smile as she carried the box down the stairs. “hey nico! sorry I’m taking up the space on the stairs” she laughed awkwardly. god he loved the way his name sounded falling from her lips. “oh! hi y/n! no, no that’s ok! do.. do you want some help carrying these boxes?” he responded instinctively, his soul’s need to be helpful and near to her, kicking back in. “really? oh my god, thank you so much- that’d be so helpful” y/n said, sounding so relieved, her eyes lighting up at the sound of his offer. shit she was so cute (and leaving him). not trusting his voice to not crack embarrassingly, nicholas just nodded his head, going up to climb the stairs in order to grab a box for her, his eyes widening slightly at the weight of the box as he picked it up. y/n soon joined him once more, picking up one of the bigger boxes with an ease that made his throat dry up. lord save him, she was strong too? god, this crush wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon.
nicholas helped y/n move her boxes silently, listening to her talk about her day and why she was moving (she’d found a better apartment for a cheaper price a few streets down from where they were now). his silence was mainly in part due to his eyes being glued to her form as she lifted and carried heavy boxes up and down their stairs, feeling so enamoured with her every second that passed, but also because he loved the way that words sounded when they rolled off of her tongue. somehow, they’d managed to bring the last two boxes down the stairs, just about to load them into the car. nicholas panicked, fuck. he didn’t have her number or even her instagram, how would he be able to keep talking with her- “would you like to go on a date with me?”- yeah, that’d do it. he opened his mouth to ask her the fateful question when he was interrupted with; “oh finally, I thought you’d never ask me out”. he blinked. he blinked again. what. oh fuck oh shit, he’d actually said that out loud and to her- oh god he was such a loser, no wonder she just… accepted it? “w-wait… you’d want to go on a date with me?” he asked, seeking confirmation that this was in fact actually happening. “well yeah, of course I would, i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for at least two weeks now” y/n laughed, shoving the last box into her trunk. “oh! oh uhm, yeah okay, erm well, i’ll pick you up on saturday at 6pm?” nicholas stammered his way through this- praying to every god out there that he didn’t fumble this heavenly opportunity. “sounds like a date, nico! see you then” y/n said, subtly flushing shyly, waving goodbye as she got into her car and drove off- leaving nicholas to stand like an idiot on the sidewalk outside their apartment complex.
“yo! hey nico, whats up?” “i’m going on a date with y/n…” “this again? stop being so fucking delusional please it is physically paining me” “but I’m being serious!” “sure sure, we’ll just pick up some extra anti-psychosis meds on the next grocery run” “im not joking!!”
merry christmas y'all! uhm, i wrote this in the midst of moving house el oh el (hence the theme of this fic erm)
this was written as a present for @chiiyuuv as part of secret santa hehe (i was so locked in trying to finish this on time for you pookie- hope you enjoy it xx)
I did write this highly sleep deprived so I’m praying that it is actually a good piece of writing 🥰🥰🥰
after her card declined, y/n swore she met an angel who decided to pay for her food out of the goodness of his heart. taesan, the angel, never thought he would see his crush face to face. would he use this chance to finally talk to her after long years of pining?
[chapter two] previous ⇆ next
✶ winning option, option c
option a's results: y/n would be a well known tutor
option b's results: y/n would have human babies... a babysitter
“you'll be alright,” the donut lover, riwoo, chimed. he looks over to his pouty friend with a sigh, his hands opening the cafe doors as the bells rang under them.
“maybe I'll feel even better if I got some free food,” taesan squinted his eyes at his ‘friend’, his arms crossing like he was a 3 year old baby being denied candy.
unfazed, riwoo heads to the employee room before snapping his head back to taesan, giving him a glare. “just sit down until I'm done with my shift, and don't mess with anything!” before taesan could respond, riwoo closes the door, the boy groaning when he sees the employee putting on his apron and going about his day.
technically, taesan didn't have to sit down. he could have got on top of the tables and started singing like he was a character from lemonade mouth, or he could have ran out to the street and jumped on top of a car or something. so many intrusive thoughts.. yet his feet pull him to the line of customers beside him, his eyes glancing at the small booths near the windows to his phone. he sighs again, today is going to be so boring.
…
“seems like your card isn't working, ma'am. do you have any other way to pay?”
“uh-”
“oh, I got it,” taesan is pulled from his phone when he hears the polite voice of the cashier. when he reaches over to swipe his card in the machine, he hears a soft gasp of shock, his lips unknowingly turning into a small smile. strangely, that made him feel pretty good, donating to the poor. well, maybe they weren't poor.. or maybe they were… who cares?! anyways.
“thank you so much,” he hears the customer beside him gush, clearly taken by surprise by the teenager's kind actions. just as taesan was about to tell the individual ‘you’re welcome’, he turns his head to lock eyes with the person and freezes.
It's.. it's.. her?! taesan almost has to pick up his jaw from the ground once he realizes who was in front of him. it was y/n, who he thought was the prettiest girl in the world. and someone who was way out of his league.
for starters, y/n was known for her warm persona, a smile always fixated on her lips as she helps the ones she loves. taesan, on the other hand, was quiet with a side of emo, headphones always on top of his head as he's always in his own world of music and homework. two completely different personalities, yet he still finds himself drawn to her, where he enters his loser boy crush era. it's pathetic, he knows, his friends are sure to tell him all the time.
“is there any way i can pay you back?” her soft voice brings him back from his thoughts, his words stuck in his throat when he sees her puppy eyes. god, why is she so cute?
✶ “oh, no it's okay,” taesan manages to muster out, the back of his neck burning red as his hands run through his hair, “i was just doing it for the aura points anyways.”
“the what?” y/n tilts her head in confusion, looking at the boy like he just lost his head. ✶
panicking on the inside, he feels a harsh tug at his collar, looking over to see his shorter friend pulling him away from the crime scene. thank god! taesan felt as if he was going to die standing there for another second.
after her card declined, y/n swore she met an angel who decided to pay for her food out of the goodness of his heart. taesan, the angel, never thought he would see his crush face to face. would he use this chance to finally talk to her after long years of pining?
[chapter one] previous ⇆ next
✶ winning option, option b
option a's results: if this option won, taesan would still be in a daze before he would be pulled away by riwoo
option b's results: if this option won, taesan would say something embarrassing to y/n, before being pulled away by riwoo
OR when boynextdoor like you so much, they can’t focus on anything else ⊹♡
boynextdoor x gn!reader
genre. fluff (lowercase intended)
wc. 1.6k | 200+ per member except taesan and leehan (300+)
a/n. i had so much fun writing this omg. i think i might get into writing in this format so if u guys like this i’ll probably make more!! (if you have any ideas or requests please leave an ask!! ^^)
౨ৎ SUNGHO
when sungho has a crush on you, he would definitely be caught staring at you by the others. he’d be busy staring at you for the nth time when jaehyun waves his hand in front of him saying something silly. he’d SO get teased by the others, especially since he’s the oldest.
“hello, earth to sungho?” jaehyun asked, waving his hand in front of sungho’s face, trying to gain his attention.
sungho had been staring into space for the past ten minutes, except the “space” was you. he was completely smitten with you.
“ooh, sungho! you like y/n, don’t you?” riwoo said, a small smirk on his face.
“huh? i like y/n?” sungho stammered.
“i mean, who doesn’t know that already?” taesan asked.
“the they themself, l/n y/n.” leehan giggled, eyeing sungho.
“be quiet! they’re gonna hear you guys.” sungho pouted, resting his elbows on the table as he continued his staring session.
you caught his stare, the way his lips were slightly pouting, his eyes, glazed with love. you smiled and gave him a wave, making his come back to his senses, and wave back. this would never leave his mind until the next small interaction you two would have.
he’d probably recall all your interactions from the day at night and fall asleep thinking about them. i feel like he’d be so cute but sulky and vulnerable with the members when he likes someone. (can you tell i see sungho as a big baby)
more under the cut!
౨ৎ RIWOO
when riwoo likes someone, i think he’d get snacks and desserts for them and share food with them!! the others would catch on easily too, with the way riwoo would look at his crush with such heart filled eyes. the members would tease him about it, asking him for some of his food or asking him to get them snacks like he does for you, but you don’t have to ask because you’re y/n.
“y/n! i got you some desserts.” he smiled at you, passing you the box that was adorned with hearts.
“awh, thank you, ri!” you thanked him, looking at him with genuine thankfulness.
“well, i’ve gotta go, the guys wanted to hangout… text me when you get back, okay?” he asked, his bright eyes lingering on you for too long. why did it make you feel so loved?
“of course, ri. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you got up from your seat, holding him in your embrace. when you let go of him, his face was a tint of red.
when riwoo got to his friends place, he found out that they had been watching him since he was with you, acting out the whole interaction you two had, teasing him about how hard he was blushing.
i just think he’d be so cute and happy all the time, especially with you.
౨ৎ JAEHYUN
when jaehyun has a crush on someone, he’d be so flirtatious towards them. he’s such a clingy and loves-personal-touch sort of person and would pout at them whenever something he didn’t like happens. jaehyun’s someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, i think his feelings are easily read through his expressions and that the members would definitely be able to tell when he likes someone! ><
you and jaehyun decided to go to the library to do a catch up study session, but, it seems like jaehyun couldn’t keep studying, his brain constantly drifting to the thought of somehow bothering you.
“jaehyun, don’t distract me! i’m trying to study.” you sulked.
“but i’m bored… can’t you study any other day?” jaehyun whined back.
you put your pen down, looking him in the eye. putting your pen down clearly was not working, because by the next second you gave in, immediately scooting closer to him to watch videos together. he coerced you into doing fun yet simple activities with him, using his puppy eyes all the time, you really couldn’t resist his puppy-like charisma.
what you didn't know was that jaehyun's friends were watching you two behind a bookshelf, eavesdropping on every single conversation and move.
i think he would love texting you or anything to do with you. he’s the type of guy who would be tired all day then see you and have a burst of energy, or just hug you all of a sudden and say that he needed a recharge. he just gives off such puppy energy!!
౨ৎ TAESAN
he’d love writing music for/about them and playing music for them ESPECIALLY when they can’t sleep. i think his personality would change to a cuter, clingy version, and DEFINITELY a speaking mess. in the start, he’d try to deny his feelings but after talking to the others he would realize that he really does like you. the members would tease him about his crush, even more than if it were the others since taesan is a more nonchalant person.
“tasean, look who’s over there!” jaehyun nudged taesans arm.
“shut up! i don’t want them to know i like them.” taesan said before going back to writing.
“look! you can’t even stop thinking about y/n. here you are, writing a song about them, but you don’t want to talk to them?” jaehyun sighed.
“you seem so sad, taesan. go talk to them already.” riwoo shook taesans shoulders to express his urge.
“fine!” taesan closed his book and walked to you.
“hi, y/n.” taesan smiled, sitting down next to you.
“oh, hi taesan! what’s up?” you looked up at him, putting on a soft smile.
“nothing much, actually. i just kinda missed you.” his eyes lingering on you for what seemed like forever.
the small confession made you tilt your head in question. he missed you?
“t-talking to you, i mean.” he said, sheepishly.
“i wouldn’t have minded it either way.” you joked.
“then i guess both are true.” finally regaining his confidence.
“since you miss me so much, wanna go out? if you’re free of course.” you boldly asked.
“yes!” taesan had said, way louder than you expected. “yes, i’d love to.” he followed the loud chant with a soft tone.
“well, it's a date, then.” you extended your hand, waiting for his to fall in yours, and walked together, hand in hand.
he’d, like jaehyun, love anything that has to do with you and in my opinion, would become the baby of the relationship. i lowkey got ahead of myself and wrote a bunch…
౨ৎ LEEHAN
he would talk about his silly interests with you and get you a bunch of little trinkets and keychains of all sorts. he’d somehow relate everything to you and name a fish after you. he would find a picture of two aliens and say that it’s you and him and crack goofy jokes with you. i don’t think the members would know until he straight up tells them like it’s something they should’ve known.
“leehan, you’re kinda… zoning out? what’re you even looking at…” taesan asked, looking around to find anything out of the ordinary.
“y/n, i’m looking at y/n,” he smiled just at the sound of your name. “i like y/n, didn’t you guys know?”
“you like y/n? like l/n y/n?” jaehyun stood still, mouth wide open.
“mhm, how did you all not notice? i thought it was obvious.” he said, while getting up to talk to you.
“and there he goes, so easily.” sungho sighed.
“hi, pretty.” leehan giggled.
“me?” you smiled, watching as leehan nodded. “hi, handsome.” you chuckled back.
“you think i’m handsome?”
“you think i’m pretty?”
“yeah. i really like you, i’m serious.” he said with a straight face.
“what? actually, leehan?”
“i’ll text you later, pretty.” he got up, not leaving before he left a matching alien keychain, your being pink and his being green, then walking back to his original table.
you could hear his friends asking what that was about, probably based on your shocked reaction.
“i just told her i like her.” he said as if it was something simple.
he’d treat his crush on you like it’s nothing but he’d do small little acts that would really warm your heart. i think he’d send you a bunch of videos and memes that he thinks resembles you or you and him. he’s my little alien i love him so much
౨ৎ WOONHAK
he’s a mix of jaehyun and sungho. his cute, clingy and baby attitude would come out when he has a crush on someone. he would love going on little dates and getting cute matching items and couple items even though you two aren’t together. i think he’d especially like getting couple jewelry for you two. the members would tease him like it’s the end of the world, like sungho, because of his age. i could see them saying something like “our baby is growing up so quickly.” if they haven’t already.
“y/n, hurry! i wanna go buy matching keychains.” he said, being dragged as he held your hand.
“hak, we have so many matching keychains! basically all the keychains on my bag are the ones we bought together.” you resisted his need to buy another keychain.
“please? i saw one of two bears with a heart on their cheek, it’s just like us.” he pouted.
“woonhak…” the barrier of resistance slowly falling down.
“just one more!” he rubbed his hands together, begging you like a puppy begging for a treat.
“fine! but it’s on you.” you jokingly rolled your eyes.
“if i pay, you give me a kiss.” he grinned.
“i’d do it for free.” you smiled, moving your face closer to his, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. which left him frozen, mouth slightly open in shock.
he’s the type of guy to want a kiss or a hug and then get shocked when he gets it. again, more puppy energy.
notes! inspired by song linked in 'notes!' "i'll admit that i'm scared / 'cause i've never really cared as much as this / it's worth the risk" screamed nico so ofc i had to write about it. warning!! this is very delusional, read at your own risk
▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?
“ta.. da..” nicholas pops out of his hiding place once he hears the rooftop double doors creak open. the huge grin plastered on his face shrinks to a shy smile, suddenly self-conscious now that you were in front of him. “hi..” he mumbles, the back of his neck suddenly itchy from embarrassment.
“hi,” you breath out in shock, your eyes darting past flustered nicholas to scan the deck he decorated just for you. it seemed unlike his character to put so much care in an objective, a picnic blanket placed in the center of the area with pillows surrounding the perimeter. a speaker was placed to the far left of you, soft rnb echoing from the device. there wasn’t a need for any lights, the cloudless stars being your source to see.
“do you like it?” nicholas’s voice releases the breath you didn’t even know you were holding, his chest pressed against your back as he drapes his arms around your waist. “i, um.. put a lot of time into it,” his deep chuckle rings in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“why?” you turn in his embrace, your eyes widening at the lack of space between you. nicholas looks down at you as you look up, the sparkle in his stare brighter than any star in the sky. if you examine closely, the tips of his ears match his hair, the small smile still adoring his features.
“you know..” he starts off timid, his voice small as his shoulders do a little shrug. “i just wanted to.. say thank you, for everything,” the way his voice trails off suggests there were more to his reasons, but for now, you nod in acknowledgement at his heartwarming gesture.
“you didn’t have to,” your voice was as small as his as you pressed your head against his chest. he takes it as a sign to bring you closer, his fresh scent invading your nose.
“i had too,” he defends. you could only chuckle at how persistent the boy was being, especially after the incident. you always found it to be no big deal, unable to realize how much you changed the boys' world.
nicholas was upset.
the joyful cheers of your friends and their video games fade into nothing once the male prances past the living room and into his room, slamming his door with frustration. the commotion makes harua jump in his seat, you and taki sending worrisome looks at each other. “don’t mind him,” euijoo chimes, placing his controller on his lap as he shakes his head. “he just needs some space. anyways, who’s up for another round of mario kart?!” and just like that, the happy energy resumes like nothing happened.
maybe it was your stubborn attitude telling you to do something after euijoo told you not to, but you found yourself in front of nicholas’s door moments after the boys passed out from their gaming.
“go away,” his voice was raspy compared to the soft knocks on his door.
“i brought some strawberries,” you squeak, still determined to make the male open the door. “i’m sorry if i’m being annoying, i just want to make sure you’re oka–” the door swung open before you could finish your sentence, hair covering nicholas’s sharp eyes as he looked down at you like you were some type of pest.
“if i take the food, would you leave me alone?” he sounded irritated, his words straight to the point.
“actually,” you give an awkward smile, “can i come in?”
nicholas was stressed.
“i feel like i’ve been trapped inside a box filled with impossible accomplishments, yet i have no one to turn to when i need help,” nicholas mutters, his head placed comfortably on your lap. you hum in response, giving him the opportunity to rant his heart out as your fingers comb his hair. “it feels so hard doing everything by myself.”
“who says you’re by yourself?” nicholas perks up at your words, your hands still in his hair as you give him a reassuring smile. “i’m sorry you feel so imprisoned, nico,” you begin, your hand sliding down to cup his cheek. your thumb rubs the skin. “it may not feel like a lot, but you have me to support you.”
“oh,” he breathes, shocked by your words. “thanks.”
nicholas was in love.
“are you good?” you turn your head to the boy in question, your elbow resting against the diner table. nicholas turns to face you with a smirk, jokingly raising an eyebrow.
“what, i can’t laugh at what my own best friend is saying?” he teases, suddenly glad you were sitting on the same side so he could itch closer to your body. his heart skips a beat when you lean even closer, your noses centimeters from each other.
“not when our nico sounds so cute!” yudai, the friend you forgot was accompanying you chimes. he leans his chin into his hands on the other side of the table, nicholas snapping his head to the older in annoyance.
“i’m not cute,” he nags, sending yudai a look. the boy only winks in return.
“yeah, you’re right!” you defend, playfully furrowing your brows at yudai as you wrap your arm around nicholas’s shoulder, bringing him closer to you. “you’re my cutie,” you giggle, pinching the boys cheek. unline how he reacted to yudai, nicholas keeps quiet, clearly flustered by your words.
“but i’m wrong when i say the exact same thing,” yudai bellows, raising his hands in defeat. “favoritism!!” he says, loud enough to get looks from across the restaurant.
…
“you’ve put so much time and effort into me, the very least i can say is thank you,” you appreciated his words, but deep down you knew there was something more to nicholas’s actions. especially since he’s been acting so differently around you. the way his eyes linger onto yours, how his lovesick smiles appear as soon as you enter a room. he makes you feel warm inside, like you were so special to him.
“you’re welcome but,” you stop to chuckle in disbelief, “no one sets up an entire date to show how grateful they are, nico. seriously, what’s all of this about? you’ve been acting so weird lately,” your fingers trace his jawline as you speak, determined to pry his mind apart.
“because i..” he stops to catch his breath, his heartbeat speeding up when he looks into your eyes. a hand lets go of your waist to interlock the fingers on his face, placing light pecks on the tips. “i’ve never felt like this before,” the boy finally opens up, squeezing your hand. “i never felt so carefree, so loved. you’ve taken me in like i was yours to begin with, you’ve been so sweet, so soft, so inviting. i can be myself without receiving any judgement, i can feel upset without having to be guilty about it. y/n, you help me realize that..”
“that?” you tilt your head, tears welling up at nicholas’s precious words. the boy keeps quiet, his nervousness getting the better of him. he feels as if he doesn’t deserve one drop of your undivided attention. you were an angel that flew from heaven who constantly put a smile on an unorganized guy like him. you had a life, yet you put it on pause to help regulate nicholas. all those late night calls filled with encouragement when you could have turned off your phone and went to bed, he didn’t know what it was that made him worthy of you. you were too good for him.
he must do something to show how much he appreciates you, right? even if that meant rehearsing his confession for hours in front of a mirror after he got home from work, or turning his rooftop into something you’ve always dreamt about. although he was scared, he still thought you were worth the risk.
his eyes stay glued to yours as you stand in the tense silence. his heart speeds up again because god, you were so pretty. he hates that he’s come to this realization now. in a swift movement, his hands let go of your body to gently cup your cheeks, lifting your chin so now he had a straight shot at your lips.
he licks his own in anticipation, your presence making his mind go blank, your soft breath erasing all the doubts in his head. he lets out a sigh before connecting your lips in a feverishly slow pace, his figure being sent to a world of bliss as your mouths move against each others. he starts to feel dizzy when you grip his shirt, pulling him closer like you were going to lose him if you didn’t. words couldn’t never express the amount of love you had for each other.
letting go of your lips, his hands circle around your waist again, ducking his head to kiss the salty tears from your face. if it weren’t for your soft giggle, you would have heard the boy sniffle. he pushes your foreheads together, closing his eyes in bliss.
“you’re the only one who understands.”
︴bonus! kinda got carried away, anyways i hope you enjoyed hehe
Always notices when you're quiet. He casually starts a conversation with you and makes sure you're okay. You'll never feel bored when he's around. Like he'll literally drop a conversation he was having with another person in a second if he sees you quiet and off to yourself.
Makes sure to include you in every conversation. He hates the idea of you feeling left out, so he makes sure you feel included. He's the type to explain any joke or situation you may not know. He also makes sure that everyone around includes you in the conversation because if they don't...Jaehyun will deal with them.
Never forces you to talk when you don't want to. He has no problem doing all the talking. I mean, he prefers seeing your smile and hearing your giggles when he talks to you anyways. If you're feeling too shy or nervous to ask a question, he'll ask it for you. If your voice is too low for people to hear you, he'll repeat what you said louder. He's also the type to make sure everybody shuts up when you're speaking so that he can hear the sound of your sweet voice.
Never stops flirting with you just to see you get flustered. This man literally never shuts up with the flirting. Every time you jokingly tell him to stop, he keeps going. There's nothing more precious to Jaehyun than seeing your cute reactions.
Compliments you 24/7. If complimenting you was an occupation, he'd be rich. He lives to make you happy and make you feel your best. You deserve the world in Jaehyun's eyes.
Cries when you cry. He's very empathetic to those close to him. But you? He's on a whole other level of empathetic. He senses when you're in a bad mood and does his best to cheer you up. When he notices nothing works, he starts to really feel your hurt. If you start crying, he's crying too. He still tries to reassure you that everything will get better, but seeing you emotional breaks his heart.
Gets excited when seeing you excited. Jaehyun resembles a puppy a lot whenever he sees you excited. If you have a dog, you know what I'm talking about. Seeing you happy and smiling immediately gets him happy and smiling. He won't even know what got you so excited, but he's feeling just as excited with you.
Spends his nights having intimate deep talks with you. We always discuss his fun and unserious side, but what about his serious side? He talks so much about how he loves you and wants to be with you for the rest of his life. Genuinely, you are his future, and he prays every day that he's yours. He wants to be the best man you can ever say you had because deep down, he sometimes gets worried that there's more he could do to make you smile. Nonetheless, you reassure him that he is the best, and that means so much to him. Overall, Jaehyun cares for you a lot, and nothing could ever change how much he loves you.
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@cherrycolaberry tumblr finally let me post this 💀💀 anyways love you
notes! very hurt/comfort! reader and jaehyun like jungkook bc i said they do so tempted to put &t but i was like nahh some kissing at the end happy birthday @cherrycolaberry !! you are very much loved and appreciated, and i hope you enjoy your day and this story <3 listen to the song!! (link is in 'notes!')
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“..maybe we could cuddle and watch a movie?” you suggest to your boyfriend, closing the front door with one hand while the other stays intertwined with jaehyun’s, your head tilting in question as you glance at him. your puppy of a boyfriend nearly cried at the thought of separating after your date. fortunately, your house was closer to your previous location as you planned to spend the rest of the day together.
“I don’t really care as long as I'm with you,” he says in that lovesick voice of his, his thumb rubbing the back of your palm. you playfully rolled your eyes at his sappy comment to hide your flustered reaction. he couldn’t know your heart skipped a beat at his flirtatious words.
“shut up,” you mumble, a grin tugging at jaehyun’s lips as you drag him to your room. his lips open to say something, but they widen in shock once you unlock your bedroom door, revealing your room. your room was fairly neat, the only thing catching his eye being the amount of posters pinned on your walls. some were your favorite kpop groups posing coolly for the camera. the others being cute characters doing silly things, or random drawings that enhanced the color of your room.
“that’s.. a lot of posters,” jaehyun says out of breath, observing every tall piece of paper presented. he says it in a tone you’ve never heard before, making you subconsciously let go of his hand to awkwardly stand in the corner closest to you to play with your fingers. you’ve never thought the decoration of your room was a problem, but maybe it was one today.
“oh yeah, I uh- just kind of-”
“you like jungkook too?!” jaehyun says, unbeknownst to your antsy behavior. as he points to the poster of the idol, he hops in place, almost like he was offered free candy. “how come you’ve never told me?” he spins in disbelief, but when his eyes find your figure his heart almost breaks. “are you okay?” he slowly inches toward you, worry painted on his face when he sees your anxious expression.
you try to nod your feelings away, but your lips betray you. “I thought you didn’t like my room therefore didn’t like me and I-” you rambles were cut off by jaehyun’s soft shush, his lips pressing a reassuring kiss on your nose as his hands found yours to hold.
“how could I dislike something that makes you, you?” he hums, carefully lifting your chin so your eyes met his, his actions treating you like glass. “I love it when you’re you, no matter how silly you become,” a soft smile appears on jaehyun’s face when he hears a small giggle. he continues his words. “even if I had no clue who jungkook was – or any of your interests in that matter – i would still want to learn more about him and why your pretty self loves him so much. and if I didn’t like jungkook as much as you, I would still respect your enjoyments. my point is, it shouldn’t matter what i like, as i would never push my own beliefs onto you.”
your eyes twinkle at your boyfriend's words as he tugs at your hands, making you stand in front of his knees as he sits on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry I made you think anything other than what I said,” he whispers, looking up at you as you look down at him, your hands brought to rest on his shoulders.
“It’s okay,” you smile, before silence engulfs you, getting lost in each other's eyes. jaehyun leans forward to press a peck on your chin, his hands grabbing your waist to slowly bring you to your knees. as he does so, he litters small kisses along your face, covering your cheeks, lips, nose, eyelids, and more with his love. he finally stops when your eye level, pressing a final kiss on your forehead before cupping your cheeks. “I love you,” his hands cup your cheeks, cradling your face.
“I love you too, jae,” jaehyun can’t help but kiss the precious smile off your face. he kisses you with passion, his lips furrowed together to convey the adoration he has for you. words will never be enough when he’s around you, his lips pressing against yours until you lose breath.
he lets go of your figure to scoot back on your bed, his back hitting the backrest as he opens his arms invitingly. your head nuzzles into his neck as his hands find their way back around your waist. “what movie are we going to watch?” he whispers, his hands rubbing your back in small circles. pressing a kiss against your head, he knew he wasn’t going to be paying attention to the tv screen. nope, not when his beautiful girl was next to him.
︴bonus! reminder that you should feel free from judgement when liking something different from your peers. if they can't respect that, drop them have a nice conversation and state your boundaries and if they still can't respect it, thatssss when you drop them <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERRY MWAHHHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DJNOURAHJBIE
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“you must have a wife, seeun. you are the crown prince of this kingdom and are of marriageable age- if anything you are nearly over the appropriate age of a prince being married or betrothed!” the king bellowed down to seeun from the throne, the queen petting his arm to keep him civil when addressing their son. seeun clenched his jaw, he was only just 19, there was so much out there for him to explore- that he had to explore- before he became shackled down by a boring and god forbid a dull marriage.
“yes father, I understand” seeun said through gritted teeth, keeping his head down out of respect. “so, your mother and I have decided that there shall be a ball held tonight where all of the single and eligible young women in this kingdom will be in attendance. you are to choose a future wife by the end of the night, and that is final” the king said sternly. “seeun sweetie, you know we just want you to end up with someone, it would break our hearts to know that you ended up alone because you were… you know… traveling. and you know that as part of your duty as crown prince, you must have an heir at some point to continue on the royal bloodline” his mother said, attempting to be sympathetic to seeun, but he could feel her underlying message; they wanted him to settle down, they wanted him to be forced into a lifeless marriage. he hated that. “thank you mother, I understand, I shall take my leave now, thank you” seeun said, fighting back his feelings of seething, bowing politely to his parents and leaving the throne room, his fist clenched tightly from agitation.
“y/n, this is important, you need to execute this mission or you will be executed yourself.” her best friend, junghoon, said firmly, holding her hands comfortingly. “I know, fuck, I know junghoon. its crazy, i have to kill the fucking crown prince. if I don’t kill him, they will kill me, and if I do kill him, the fucking palace is going to kill me if they find out it was me! I’m so stressed, why me junghoon” y/n weeped, shaking slightly from the stress of her situation. “hey, hey, y/n, listen to me- it’s going to be ok, you’re not going to be found, and if you fail the mission, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you more than life itself, I can’t live without you” junghoon said softly, one of his hands going up to brush away any of her tears gently. “I grew up with you, you’re pretty much like the sister I never had- I cannot afford to lose you” he continued, pulling y/n into a hug as she cried. “whatever happens, I will keep you safe, I promise” he vowed quietly to her, the dim lighting of the barn hiding them from the cold, harsh outside world.
y/n walked smoothly into the ballroom, internally shaking and attempting to keep her breathing stable. she was dressed, ironically aptly in a navy, gothic ball gown, with long sleeves and small feather details, matching her raven inspired mask. they had chosen her dress for her, they liked the dramaturgy of her killing the crown prince in an outfit inspired by a bird largely associated with death. it made her skin crawl. she held her head high and confidently, elegantly surveying the ballroom as she accepted a flute of champagne to calm her nerves. her eyes scanned over each and every face, trying to figure out who was who beneath the masks. she finally located her target- the crown prince, seeun. she could feel her blood boil under her skin, fighting against the chill of disgust creeping along her spine. this was the man who was going to take over the fucking kingdom who enforced the system that put her in this situation in the first place. they hoarded all of the wealth and left the lower caste with nothing, the royalty was the very thing that forced her father to sell her to them. they who made her into an assassin to pay off a debt she didn’t even deserve. and it was all the royalty’s fault. she could feel her resolve harden, the knives hidden within her sleeves becoming more known and somehow more… comforting.
she knew what she had to do. she moved smoothly through the bustling ballroom until she was closer to the crown prince, but not close enough so that she could remain inconspicuous. one of her knives slipped down from its place in her sleeve, her fingers closing comfortably around the handle of the knife. with one swift motion, she threw the knife. her aim was notorious for being perfect, so it should’ve ended up embedded in the crown prince’s back… so why was it embedded in the pillar next to him. did he dodge it??? shit. shit she was done for. the crown prince turned around slowly, trying to look for the assassin- for her. somehow this hadn’t raised the attention of anyone around them, causing y/n to attempt to play it cool, she had three more knives hidden in her sleeves. she had three more tries at completing her mission, at escaping the death penalty from them.
his eyes caught on the young woman whose face was hidden behind her mask, her eyes sharp and angry that he had dodged her attack- her knife buried in the pillar next to his head making him acutely aware of her intentions. his father’s words rang in his head as he looked at her, ‘you will marry any woman from this ball of your choosing’, and the corners of his lips began to turn upwards. he already was being forced into marrying someone- why not make it more fun?
he bowed, overly charismatically, towards the young woman who was trying to disguise her fury, placing a kiss upon her hand with a wink and his signature mischievous grin before asking her smoothly, “may I have this dance my darling raven?”. giving her no time to react, other than a stunned nod, he swiftly transitioned the two into the starting position for the next dance- a more intimate waltz this time. he could see the cogs whirring away in her head from how her eyes were moving subtly around, causing his smirk to grow ever more. oh this would be fun.
having regained her resolve after her first failed attempt, y/n deftly slipped her second knife out from her sleeve and into her hand that was not being used to dance with him- yet. the crown prince pulled her closer, as was required for this specific dance, which she used to her own advantage, bringing the knife against his chest in a way that it could only be seen by the two of them. she smiled slightly, thinking that she would finally be able to complete her mission- her first failure was already an embarrassment for her previously perfect record, when a low chuckle comes from the crown prince as he maneuvered their hands so that her second knife was now on the floor. “did you really think I would be that easy to kill, sweet raven? how low you must think of me” he said smugly, subtly kicking the knife away and to the side of the ballroom. she ground her teeth in pure irritation, this was her second attempt and she still failed?? Normally she didn’t even need a second attempt- it was borderline humiliating for her! “not at all, your highness, merely… keeping you on your toes” y/n answered smoothly, trying to cover up the fact that she was pissed he’d thwarted her a second time. “of course you were, sweet raven, only having my best interests at heart I presume?” he smirked down at her as they danced. the nickname he used only added to her agitation- ‘sweet raven’??? what kind of a psycho calls a stranger that?? “that’s not the only thing i intend on having at your heart” she murmured back, her tone sickly polite. “my, what a charmer you are” the crown prince remarked, his smirk somehow even more prevalent- showing that he had understood her underlying threat of stabbing him.
the song came to an end, with seeun bowing obnoxiously charmingly to her before walking over to his father and mother who were seated on the balcony, surveying the ball’s proceedings (and if his guess served him right- to see if he had found a future wife).
seeun cleared his throat, his grin growing ever larger in anticipation of the mischief he would cause, and proclaimed to the guests, “treasured attendants, I thank you all warmly for coming to this masquerade. I am more than pleased to announce that I have selected my bride to be from all of you stunning ladies in attendance tonight. my future wife is the masked lady raven”. as he spoke, his eyes locked onto the young woman, grin growing impossibly more as he saw her standing frozen in the center of the room- clearly dumbfounded and seething with rage. he had made his selection and she was an unmarried and uncourted lady in attendance at the ball- he had backed her into a corner.
her jaw clenched as her mind raced. what the fuck?this wasn’t an option anyone had planned for. but maybe… maybe it could keep her safe? y/n had to pretend to be politely shocked and excited for his selection, cringing internally from the harsh and critical stares coming from the other women in attendance at the ball. she couldn’t blame them, they actually wanted to marry him, she fully did not. she was ushered up the stairs by the palace guards, up to where the king, queen and crown prince were standing. she curtseyed to the royal family, her whole mind going blank from sheer shock. “welcome dear” the queen said warmly- sickly warmly- to her. the whole night went by in a whirlwind, all the events, conversations and arrangements blurring together as y/n’s mind struggled to keep up. and to add insult to injury, the crown prince was standing by her side, fucking smirking the whole time. what kind of sick torture was this that he had planned for her
happy birthday @yuniniverse and @cherrycolaberry! (also happy birthday ig to yujun and hunter too lol- im joking, love the twins fr fr)
Note: happy birthday, @cherrycolaberry my dear! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!<33
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It had been a quiet, unassuming morning. You woke up to the usual rhythm of your life, not expecting anything particularly out of the ordinary. It wasn’t that you didn’t like birthdays, but you weren’t one for grand celebrations either. That’s why when your phone buzzed with a message from Jaehyun, you didn’t think much of it.
"Good morning. Happy birthday!"
A smile spread across your face at his text. Jaehyun had a way of making even the simplest words feel special. You typed back a quick thank you, still sleepy, before going about your day. Little did you know, your morning would only be the calm before the surprise.
As the day wore on, you found yourself thinking more and more about Jaehyun. His bright smile, his laugh, the way he would always find time to check in despite his busy schedule. The two of you had grown close over the past few months—texting, calling, and sometimes even video chatting when he could. It wasn’t a typical relationship by any means, but there was something unspoken between you that made your heart race every time he messaged.
You didn’t expect him to do anything big for your birthday. He was busy with promotions, concerts, and everything else that came with being a member of BOYNEXTDOOR. But as the afternoon rolled in, you started to wonder if maybe there was something more to his message that morning.
Just as the thought crossed your mind, your phone buzzed again. This time it was a voice note.
"Hey, I hope you're not doing anything too crazy for your birthday just yet. If you are... stop. Come to your door in about 10 minutes."
You blinked at the message. What did he mean by that? Jaehyun wasn’t... No, he couldn’t be. You quickly glanced around your space, tidying things up just in case, though you still couldn’t believe he might actually be here.
Exactly ten minutes later, your doorbell rang.
You practically sprinted to the door, your heart pounding in your chest as you fumbled to open it. And there he was—Jaehyun, standing right in front of you, a cheeky grin on his face, holding a small cake in his hands.
"Surprise," he said softly, stepping inside without waiting for a reply.
For a second, you just stared at him, completely speechless. The fact that he was here, in the flesh, right in front of you... it was overwhelming.
"I wanted to make your birthday special," Jaehyun continued, setting the cake down on your table. "I know I’ve been busy lately, but I couldn’t let today go by without seeing you."
The warmth in his voice brought you back to reality, and you smiled, shaking your head in disbelief. "You didn’t have to do all this."
"Of course I did," he replied, stepping closer. "It’s your birthday. And I wanted to be with you."
Your heart fluttered at his words, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight hug. His warmth, his scent—it all felt so comforting, so right. You closed your eyes, leaning into him as the reality of the moment finally set in.
"You’ve made today unforgettable," you whispered, your voice barely audible against his chest.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips. "That’s the plan. I’ve got the whole day free, just for you."
The rest of the day was a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and quiet moments together. You spent hours talking, catching up, and sharing stories. Jaehyun had even managed to bring along some of your favorite snacks and a few small gifts, each one more thoughtful than the last.
As the evening wore on, the two of you found yourselves sitting on the couch, the remnants of your birthday cake sitting on the table in front of you. The conversation had quieted, replaced by a comfortable silence that stretched between you.
"Thank you," you said softly, turning to look at him. "For everything."
Jaehyun smiled, reaching out to take your hand in his. "You deserve it. I just want to make sure you feel special, today and every day."
Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Jaehyun, here with you, celebrating your birthday in the most meaningful way possible—it was more than you ever could have asked for.
As the night deepened, Jaehyun rested his head against your shoulder, his voice a soft whisper. "Happy birthday," he murmured again, his hand gently squeezing yours.
And in that moment, with him by your side, you knew that this would be a birthday you’d never forget.
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