❤︎ . separate fiction from reality, keonho in paris, f! reader, idol! keonho, mentions of kissing, 1,5k+ words, not proofread, keonho journaling like a #teengirl
Dear Diary,
Today, we went to Paris Fashion Week. I was sort of nervous since it's my first time, and it was also SUPER hot. why'd they make us wear long sleeves in this heat? I think seonghyeon was more nervous than I am, he kept gripping on to my arm sometimes. Juhoon was chill as always. my other brothers are at YSL :( I feel nervous without James and Martin around, but being with Juhoon and Hyeon is okie dokie. I met other cool models too =)
Dear Diary,
TODAY I BUMPED INTO A POLE. I was saying Hi to my beloved coers and I was definitely gaining aura already until the pole bumped into ME. It hit my thigh and it made a small bruise :/ Coers are gonna turn this into a meme and laugh at me, I just know it...
Dear Diary,
I'm tired. Paris looks so amazing, I wanna explore everywhere, but I got chased down by fans today when I wanted to go out and try an Éclair au Chocolat... is that how you spell it?
Dear Diary,
Today I met the prettiest girl at the café me and Seonghyeon went to. I think I couldn't stop staring, even though she didn't look at me once. Well, she did, only for like one second. She's so beautiful. My coers are gorgeous too, of course!
Dear Diary,
I SAW THE PRETTY GIRL AGAIN. She was biking around the road near the eiffel tower, and she had a school uniform on?! She looks so cool with earphones and the way she drives a bike didn't look awkward. She's so pretty I wanna look as cool as her
Dear Diary,
PRETTY GIRL WAS AT THE FAN MEET but she was talking to martin more =( he kept flirting with her! I hate it. I heard she's 17 just like me and I'm her spiritual twin, but I couldn't stop smiling from how excited she looked. Oh my gosh, I wanted to say that I've been seeing her around the city but I'd sound... weird.
Dear Diary,
Today, I went for a morning jog with Juhoon and Martin. Coincidentally, pretty girl was there too selling pastry near the Eiffel Tower. I'm wondering why she's out so early doing that. I didn't want to approach because my legs are revealing and I probably look like I'm gonna lose my charm since I'm covered in sweat, but Martin recognized pretty girl and approached her so effortlessly! They were talking for how many minutes, and my heart literally felt like a knot was being pulled. I'm jealous.
Dear Diary,
Today, Martin was talking about pretty girl. He said she's an Oasis fan, which makes me feel better because I am too! He said she was listening to Stand By Me when we went for that morning jog. I think we're interconnected she just doesn't know it yet. I really wanna talk to her =(
Dear Diary,
Me and the group went out for a meeting with one of the fashion brands, I forgot which one I'm too lazy to go and check, and I was getting swarmed by fans again. I love my coers, even though some are weird... but I was genuinely finding for pretty girl in that crowd. I only saw her at that café I went to last time when the van passed by it.
Dear Diary,
I went to that café again with the whole group, and found out pretty girl works there. I decided to man up and volunteered to be the one going to the counter for our order! We talked, and she didn't recognize me until I purposely raised my shades up to my hair... she sounds a bit different from the fan meet. She said she's not a hardcore fan, but she's happy she got to meet CORTIS. While she was taking my order, I took a tissue and wrote my number on it, then gave it to her. I feel proud for that, not gonna lie (even though she didn't react..)
Dear Diary,
SHE TEXTED ME. I only saw her message ten hours later because I was asleep, but she said it was okay. Her name is Y/N, and I think her name is as pretty as her face. She's so funny as well. James scolded me because I was on my phone talking to her for almost two hours, but it was worth it =)
Dear Diary,
Today, I met up with Y/N, a.k.a pretty girl. She was wearing a really cute floral dress over jeans as if we were going on a date, AND she looks so gorgeous. She showed me local spots around the city that are good to visit, and she did not disappoint with her recommendations. I found out she's not from Paris and is actually on a scholarship while her hometown is on the countryside. P.S I paid for our meals with Martin's money
Dear Diary,
I just realized I'm leaving Paris soon. Me and Y/N have been talking for a while now, she's so smart and funny. Is it weird for an idol to like a fan? I stopped by the café she works at before going to another meeting and gave her a small bouquet of fresh flowers because the flower shops here are so pretty... I forgot I was getting chased by fans. I'll probably be all over social media by tonight, but it's okay, the smile on her face was worth the risk. ✿ ← for her
Dear Diary,
Today, at the hotel room, I talked about Y/N to the members. They were so invested and they supported me, especially James, who was giving advice and encouraging me on what to do for a girl. I was listing everything down, in case I want to take Y/N on another date again? Martin's jaw dropped and said he didn't see it coming. Good for me, I don't have to worry anymore about him potentially stealing Y/N away >▽<
Dear Diary,
Today, I sneaked out around 5 P.M. to meet Y/N at her campus. I looked so weird with the hat and sunglasses while picking her up as a surprise, but it was successful. We went to a nearby seaside boulevard and had ice cream, with my phone blowing up from how many missed calls I was getting. She didn't know, though, and I just wanted to talk with her while the sun was setting. The way her face looks under the orange-pink sky made me feel something. We were sitting so close to each other, like a couple. She looked so surprised when I told her my birthday is on February 14, and said some stuff about being cupid. I'd rather become cupid and match myself with her for Valentines.
Dear Diary,
Today, I got badly scolded by my manager, giving me a lecture about why did I sneak out and stuff. When I sneaked out back at Korea he didn't sound like that? Anyways, I told Y/N about it and she ended up feeling guilty :( I'm sad now.
Dear Diary,
I sneaked out again. I know it's bad, but it was late at night, I don't think anyone noticed. I went with Y/N and hung around the Eiffel Tower while eating a few snacks. She introduced me to Gâteu Basque, it's a sweet pastry(?), and we ate it together with just a wooden fork while taking turns feeding each other. It reminds me of a cake, but she said it's not? I think out of sleepiness I nearly kissed her cheek. I got back to the hotel around 4 A.M. already, since I dropped her off at the apartment she lives in.
Dear Diary,
I'm leaving Paris tomorrow, and I haven't spoken to Y/N about it. Should I? I'm scared, like, actually scared. I went to the café again and sat there for nearly the whole day, even though she came around two hours later after I arrived. It was quiet, so she sat beside me most of the time and we talked... she didn't seem too upset about me leaving soon. We held hands, or maybe intertwined pinky fingers under the table, while her head slightly leaned onto my shoulder. I was feeling so much things inside my stomach and I couldn't stop smiling. Is it obvious I have a big crush on her? We talked nonstop, it was like fate planned for the café to be low on customers today so we can talk.
Dear Diary,
Today was our flight going back to Korea, and I unexpectedly saw Y/N at the airport near the souvenir shops. I literally slipped out from the bodyguards guidance even though people were nearly strangling me to death, just so I can approach her. She looked so shocked, and told me she was just gonna take a quick look at me before I left since she was running errands nearby. I was so happy I hugged her out of nowhere, from adrenaline, maybe. I wished I confessed, or even left a hint, but I kissed her cheek instead and hid it pretty well with the hood of my jacket covering me. I immediately rushed back after while shouting I'd come back and saying corny k-drama scene lines. I'm already back at our dorm now and have been waiting for a text, until I realized I can't use the SIM card I used in France because the calling codes are different. I don't know if I'll ever talk to her again.
synopsis you and your friend decide to practice kissing on each other out of boredom, but end up getting too carried away.
warnings based in the 90s, fluff, sfw, kissing, skinship, some cussing, friends w/ benefits🫣🫣, not proofread since i just wanted to post something rq!!
author’s note ngl i’m a sucker for fwb tropes👀👀hope u guys like this little short one i wrote :p
now playing…dreams by the cranberries
taglist: @eoduuung @yvesismylove
keonho was over at your house again.
it quickly became a common occurrence between you two. he would always show up at your house unannounced and you would always show up at his.
sometimes your mom would even ask where keonho was whenever he wasn’t around like he normally would be.
but now here he is, laying on your bedroom floor flipping through some lousy magazine you had laying around somewhere. you’re right next to him reading a comic but occasionally getting closer to check what cheesy ad he was looking at.
“i feel like i already read this one.”
you snort and turn to look at him.
“you probably have.”
it was so comfortable being around him. a little too comfortable. you and keonho quickly developed a type of bond where you could just lay right next to each other and not even say a word. other people might say that stuff like that is “intimate”, but you and him have always been like this. yes, there were times where you thought that maybe friends don’t do things like that but..it was so casual that you quickly brushed those thoughts off and just assumed it was a mutual thing between close friends.
he cartoonishly sighs before closing the magazine and throwing it to the side. then he gets up and starts pacing around your room. you’re so puzzled by his random shuffling that you close your comic just to stare at him.
“what’s the matter with you? you’re making me anxious.”
“i’m just incredibly bored and this is the only thing i can think of.”
“you’re a weirdo.”
“i said i’m BORED and you don’t have anything fun for your guest to do?”
“you’re the one who came here unannounced, so accept the consequences.”
he groans before dramatically plopping to the floor again. he stares at the ceiling and then starts fake crying.
“what the hell are you doing?”
“trying to make you feel bad.”
“oh my god keonho, grow up.”
“y/n seriously. i’m thinking that maybe i should stop coming over here. there’s nothing for me to do anymore. i read every magazine, every comic, listened to every cd, watched every movie, and—“
“okay, okay. i get it. i’ll think of something for us to do, so stop whining.”
you get up to sit on your bed, the sound of it being the only thing that filled the room. you begin to think, really hard actually. you’re so deep in thought someone might assume that you’re trying to solve a mystery. that’s when it hits you. the craziest idea. your face expression noticeably changes before you shoot a silly smirk at keonho.
“why…are you looking at me like that?”
“okay, i have something for us to do but i’m gonna ask you a personal question first.”
“alright..ask away.”
“have you ever had your first kiss before?”
his whole body goes stiff.
“uhhh—no, not yet. why?”
“well i haven’t either and this might be the craziest thing i’ve ever asked you and obviously you don’t have to say yes, but it’s just that i feel very comfortable around you so i don’t mind doing—“
“y/n. stop beating around the bush and just say it.”
you awkwardly smile.
“how would you feel practicing kissing with me??”
“practice? kissing?”
“yeah, you know. so we can be prepared whenever someone else wants to kiss us.”
he laughs before nodding his head.
“okay sure, why not?”
he gets up and starts walking towards you. you started to wonder why your heart was beating so fast when you were the one who asked him.
he sits right next to you as nothing but silence lingered around the two of you. he shifts his whole body in your direction and that subtle movement made you even more nervous.
“so..what now?”
you turn your head to look at him.
“i guess this is when you’re supposed to kiss me.”
“okay.”, he replies while trying his best to hold in his smile.
he raises his hand before shyly putting it back down.
“i don’t know what to do with my hands. do you care if i place my hand on your cheek?”
“no i don’t care, this is a learning experience after all.”
“alright, then i’m going in.”
“okay.”
he puts his hand on your cheek as his gaze switches to your lips, then your eyes, not sure on which one to focus on. he gradually starts leaning in before eventually your lips met his. it was a very quick peck. a kiss that could easily go unnoticed.
the silence became way too loud that you could barely breath. but even so, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once.
“how was that?”
you playfully hit him while laughing hysterically.
“that was incredibly quick keonho, i didn’t even realize you kissed me.”
he starts to laugh back.
“i knowww, but i got too nervous.”
“it’s okay, i’m nervous too. but let me just say this, you don’t have to walk on eggshells while we kiss. just do whatever feels right in the moment, and i’ll do the same.”
“okay, noted.”
this time he puts his hand on your waist. it obviously took you by surprise, but what did you expect? next thing you know, he’s kissing you like the world was gonna end. by instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. but that small detail made him kiss you even more passionately. you two finally pull away to catch your breath. faces still centimeters away.
“how was it that time?”
“way better.”
you grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. he instantly melts into the kiss before his left hand finds your waist again, his right gliding up to the back of your neck.
you couldn’t believe what you just got yourself into. you and keonho just reached a point in your friendship that you can’t even begin to comprehend. is kissing your friend going way too far? are you two maybe enjoying this way too much? who knows..all you know is that you’re kissing him right now, and he’s kissing you.
a kiss that was lasting longer than expected but you couldn’t help it. if it was for the sake of “practice”, then who cares? you felt like nothing in the world could ever stop you two.
knock. knock. knock.
the sudden sound startles you both and you break away from each other faster than the speed of light. you stare at the direction of the door looking disheveled as ever, and incredibly embarrassed.
it was your mom. absolutely clueless of what her daughter was hiding from her.
“what are you two doing in here, wrestling?”
you both stare at her then back at each other before bursting out into laughter.
“okay..well keonho, your mom called. she said dinner will be ready soon and that you should be heading back.”
“yes mrs. l/n, i’ll be on my way.”
he gets up and walks towards the door before turning around and making direct eye contact with you.
“we should practice again tomorrow.”
all you could do was smile.
“okay, i’ll see you then.”
he smiles back at you before walking out the door.
your mom was still leaning on the doorframe, giving you a suspicious look.
“practice? what practice?”
“nothing. just something with school.”
“mmm okay.”
she closes the door and you stare at it in complete disbelief.
you were just kissing ahn keonho. and he said it himself that he wanted to practice again tomorrow.
genre. comfort. sickfic.
warnings. reader is sick specifically throwing up so don't read if you find that rly gross... some comments abt it being reader's first time sleeping over and the hyungs being extremely cautious lmfao. not proofread.
pairing. yujin x fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
request. requested by @theriizeler
a/n. i hope this makes u feel better dodo :(( first time writing yujin i hope i did okay he's rly such a sweetheart :( ppl need to write more for him cause i get not writing for him cause of his age but he's always skipped over...
“Ew…” Yujin mumbled, crouched on the floor of the bathroom with you as you heaved again. For this being your first time sleeping over (with extremely watchful eyes from Hao and Hanbin), it definitely was not going as planned. You had felt something was wrong the entire day, but your boyfriend Yujin was so excited to spend the night with you that you didn’t have the heart to cancel on him.
You should have trusted your gut, though, because now you were throwing up in the toilet in painful gags, your throat burning and a disgusting acidic aftertaste left in your mouth. Was it something you had eaten? Or maybe you had caught a stomach bug at school… You envied your boyfriend for evading it, though you guess it made sense. He rarely attended because of his schedule.
“Stay right there.” Yujin whispered, getting up and leaving the bathroom to find some water for you.
He didn’t have much experience taking care of someone since he was usually the one always being pampered and babied. He tried his best to recall what his mom and Hao had done when he had gotten sick, but the memory was foggy as he had mostly just slept until he felt better. They did force him to take some horrible-tasting medicine, though… God, did he have to persuade you to do that as well? He’d rather just die than possibly give you an excuse to despise him.
Once he was back with a bottle of water, he handed it to you and sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. It was almost 2 am by now, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could see tears prickling at your lashes, and his absolute worst fear in the world was seeing you cry. He had no idea how he’d make the tears stop once they started.
You swished your mouth with the water and spat again into the toilet before taking a proper drink. The cool water soothed your burning throat, but it didn’t ease all the discomfort. You still felt like shit, and your stomach still hurt. Your head was also pounding, but it wasn’t as bad as the nausea.
You turned back to Yujin who’s eyes were blown big and confused, though you could tell he was worried about you. His under eyes looked tired and you suddenly felt really bad for waking him up to go puke in his bathroom. If you had been able to get up without disturbing him, then you would have. But he had fallen asleep clinging to you like a koala, and there was no way to escape his grasp without waking him up.
“I’m sorry… you should just go back to sleep.” You muttered, but Yujin was quick to shake his head.
“I can’t just leave you throwing up by yourself… I’ll stay until you’re ready to go back to bed.” He told you, stroking your hair gently. You tried to breathe steadily in hopes of stopping the urge to throw up again, but it didn’t work. You quickly pushed Yujin’s hand away from your face and discarded more of yesterday’s meal into the bowl. Both you and Yujin grimaced in sync, and he hesitantly pulled back your hair and stroked your back.
The tears that you had tried to keep at bay finally started to stream down your face. You hated everything about the situation. You felt awful, not just physically, but for ruining your first sleepover with Yujin like this. No one wanted to be sitting next to their girlfriend who couldn’t stop vomiting at 2 am.
“Don’t cry— please, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Yujin panicked. The only thing he could think of doing was offering you more water, which you took amidst broken sobs. He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, knowing that he always calmed down in your arms. Maybe it would help you, as well. Your sobs slowed a bit, in turn slowing down Yujin’s anxiously beating heart.
“Hey, what if I just get you a bowl? You can keep it by the bed and then you won’t have to stay here on the floor, hm? We can cuddle too… if you want?” You would’ve smiled at how cute Yujin’s suggestion was if you weren’t too focused on calming yourself down. You knew he was trying his best, and while he was a bit slow on ways to help (you were pretty sure there were some pills to help with nausea that Hanbin had bought last time Gyuvin had felt nauseous during a shoot, but you were certain that your boyfriend had no idea where they were stored), his presence alone was enough to make things a little better.
“Yeah… let’s just do that.” You agreed, standing up slowly. You flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth once more with water. While Yujin was getting a metal bowl for you, you brushed your teeth, relieved that your mouth no longer had the awful aftertaste of stomach acid.
Once you were back under the blankets on the mattresses that the older members had set up on the floor of the living room (which was almost too overkill as neither you nor Yujin would even think to attempt anything like that, protesting Hao’s carefully thought of set-up would’ve seemed even more suspicious), you felt your stomach ease a bit.
You curled up against Yujin’s chest, wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to him. The soap and shampoo scents from his earlier shower lingered on his skin, and you were surprised at how effective it was in stopping your nausea and relaxing you. Your head was still pounding, but you’d take the pain over feeling sick. Maybe you would even be able to get some sleep again like this.
Your boyfriend kissed your forehead and started talking softly, trying to get you to fall asleep to the lull of his voice. It was extremely effective and you found yourself dozing off within minutes. You smiled when the last thing you heard Yujin say was a whispered “feel better soon, princess.”
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HOW TO STEAL YOUR ROOMMATE'S HEART 101 ✶ HAN YUJIN
IN WHICH ── your roommate tries to steal your heart by getting help from his friends, but things don't go as expected.
• roommate!yujin x gn!reader ── fluff slight angst profanity jealousy reader doesn't understand their feelings 26 screenshots.
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author's note : that one writer who comes back once in a blue moon, that's me!!!!!! ok i was bored stayed up all night and i missed yujin so i just made this. ok bai....
you've had a crush on yujin for so long, you just gave up on trying anything because you're nowhere near his level. but rumors started to go around about him and another idol in your school, you couldn't help but be jealous.
han yujin, a name known all around your school. insanely talented, unbelievably attractive, his whole existence is precious, and so many more. you were absolutely nowhere near his level. he's adored by many and probably has his own group of admirers.
you know there are so many other talented people like him in your school, so you don't even bother and try to get him to notice you unlike delusional daydreamers who can't seem to catch a break.. chocolates here, letters there.. you just sort of ignore him the whole time to ease the pain of knowing that there isn't a single chance of him liking you back.
just one thing caught your attention, seo jiwon. she's the rising star of the infamous group starlinx. the frequently praised and adored, the super talented maknae, the drop-dead gorgeous girl. she was exactly what you were scared of.
jiwon's had her own share of admirers too, but rumors started going around stating that yujin and jiwon have a thing for each other after a fan recorded their interaction in school. it's nothing really, socializing at it's finest. but fans started realizing how 'good' the both of them would be for each other. you felt a little bit of jealousy bubble up at the thought.
nevermind. articles like k-daily use their aesthetic and unique style more than the main focus of the entire website. so it shouldn't matter at all, right? maybe. you snapped out of your thoughts and went to a specific app to see other's opinion on this. you scrolled on twitter and find some tweets about the whole situation.
this whole idea may sound stupid, but you really thought of fully ignoring both jiwon and yujin as if you were only able to sneak a few glances with them whenever you got lucky. give up.. it's not like they will notice and as if it's gonna do anything major.. (maybe)
you turned your phone off and started getting comfortable in your bed, trying to get some sleep. all you could think about was yujin, jiwon, yujin, jiwon, it was suffocating. if anything you should be drowning in your soft bed and get some sleep, not drown in those stupid thoughts.
what should you do tomorrow? just let them be? safest option but your intrusive thoughts or your heart will never agree to that. be mean to them? might get cancelled by their fans around the school. fully ignore them and act like they never existed and dodge every option that leads to them? maybe.
"gosh jiwon, no wonder people called you helpful."
yujin sighed and dropped the notepad with a million ideas to make the first move. for who you ask? you'll see. he checked each page to see how many recommendations jiwon did with a whole lot of research about what that lucky person likes and possibly wants in a guy.
"how do you even do this?"
yujin's face was full of shock and wonder, jiwon smirked and looked and yujin's reaction in satisfaction. she snatched the notepad and flipped every page to boost her ego a little bit more.
"hey, it's me, the super wonderful maknae, jiwon! you'll never get anything wrong with me around!"
"i don't understand how you're good at this more than taking simple notes and putting the teacher's lectures to use."
jiwon slowly looked at yujin to create a more dramatic effect, she stared at him as if she just failed her exams. yujin just sits there confused.
"was i wrong?"
jiwon smacked yujin in his shoulder playfully and made sure he wasn't hurt at all, yujin acted as if he just got shot and played along with her.
"all we need to do is focus on the main thing, get [name] to like you and not get scolded or caught."
a camera from afar failed to hear their conversation and just snapped a picture of yujin and jiwon at the back of the school, jiwon seemed to notice an awkward presence and looked around in her surroundings, yujin followed. the person slowly walked away without the both of them knowing that they pretty much screwed their plan up. a little bit i guess.
the bell rings, a few people sigh after getting tired of hearing the teacher's boring lesson in mathematics. everyone grabbed their bags and rushed out of the classroom. jiwon and yujin involved. jiwon sneakily watched the both of you exit the room, why do you look more gloomy than usual? yujin hold the chocolates in his hand feeling a little nervous, he walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, you continue walking.
"hello?"
you continue walking.
"i'm busy."
he tried to catch up and stopped in front of you. in which you tried to pass by him, is anything wrong? you usually tried to greet him but his fans were always near him that time. he gently pulled you to a private spot and held you as if you were delicate. you blushed at the thought, but snapped out of it.
"what is it that you want?"
"i was about to ask if we could hang out for lunch, since you were busy i just wanted to give you these."
yujin opened his hand that had pieces of your favorite chocolate inside. you slowly took them and kept them inside your pocket. he knew what you liked?
"wait.. why are you giving me this?"
oh, yujin didn't think about that. he tried to brush it off with a pretty bad excuse.
"i always saw you buy them in the store or eat them at least once a day. and you're really kind to me and treat me like a normal person instead of some deity.. i just wanted to give you these as a thank you.."
yujin nervously looks down at the floor with his face fully red. he tries to cover his blushy state with one hand but you noticed right away.
"i.. thank you, i don't really know what to say. don't hide yourself, yujin. you look so cute right now."
you teased him and removed his hand covering his face and held it. you remembered that he asked you to hang out with him, you can't miss that opportunity.
"uh, also, we can hang out another time if you want? i can ditch my friends-"
"what? no need to ditch your plans.. that's pretty ridiculous to do for someone you only interacted with a few times.."
"someone? you're the han yujin! even if i tell my friends they will probably get it.."
there goes your blushing yujin again. he's all giggly as well, you could honestly ditch everything just to see yujin blushing. maybe that's just how adorable he is.
"maybe we can hang out at the park, if you're free at saturday?"
and there it is. you finally got to have a pretty long conversation with him, is this a dream? whatever. you just had to get prepared for saturday, get your best outfit, maybe prepare incase anything happens.
"what do you mean you're gonna hang out with someone?"
gyuvin asks yujin confused, they had a packed up schedule and this is the first time yujin was able to hang out with someone.
"are they special? what did they do for that hang out? is it jiwon asking you to do your 'secret sessions'? what is it??"
gosh, gyuvin really sounds like a curious mother. curiosity kills the cat (ricky) you know? (probably why he's really curious)
"hyung, calm down. were only studying for a quiz.."
yujin looked down on the floor knowing he messed up big time, that horrible excuse did not do anything but peak gyuvin's curiosity more.
"a quiz?? you can ask hao hyung for help.. or maybe gunwook.. what is it that you need help for?? are you hiding something from me??"
yujin inhaled and tried to explain to gyuvin about everything.
gyuvin's brain was processing on what yujin just said. holy, his son is a rapper too?
"wait wait, YOU LIKE SOMEONE??????"
gyuvin shouted out loud enough for the other members to hear.
"be quiet!"
hanbin, zhanghao, and ricky scolded gyuvin for #1 being too loud, #2 disrupting hao's precious beauty sleep, and #3 ricky just wants to scold gyuvin. gyuvin's jaw is still on the floor after what yujin just said. him? liking someone? his son is growing up?
"wait, i have an idea."
gyuvin dragged ricky and hanbin to a flower shop and asked hanbin which one should yujin pick for his.. crush..
"what are their preferences anyway?"
yujin looked around and spotted a bouquet full of pink tulips.
"this, i once saw in their instagram post that they liked pink tulips."
ricky looked at the price and the quality of the flowers. hanbin seemed impressed by yujin.
"pink tulips.. affection, caring, good wishes, and love.. not as deep at red tulips, which is good because you guys are still kids. impressive yujin."
ricky grabbed the bouquet and his wallet to pay for it. they walked out of the store and talked about what yujin should do on the way back to the dorms.
(i cant add more pics so pretend this is a divider)
it's saturday, you decided to pick a casual but good-looking outfit. you tried to look as presentable as you can, you're literally gonna hang out with an idol. yujin probably has better things to do.
you walked all the way to the park and waited for yujin to meet you at the spot you both agreed on. you waited for a little while until a familiar voice called your name. yujin walked up to you holding something behind his back with that cute smile he has.
"what's that behind your back?"
he slowly revealed the bouquet of pink tulips. you got flustered and took the bouquet, the price tag was still attached, it looks pretty expensive for flowers.. you looked at yujin in shock, how did he know? he just smiled in satisfaction. it's obvious that you love his gift.
pairing: non-idol!yujin x gn!reader ; warnings: nothing! just tooth-rotting fluff :p ; wc: ~0.5k ; @kstrucknet
synopsis: rainy days could be an inconvenience for some, days that many don’t enjoy. but for you, they’re your favorite days, and that’s all because of your sweet boyfriend, yujin.
maia’s note: little drabble for my baby’s birthday!!! i can’t believe he is 18. i think i’m gonna cry. (i already am.) also this is inspired by the song below and it’s actually the cutest song ever so i encourage listening to it while reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback is always appreciated!! 🤍
the loud sound of the pouring rain droplets hit the glass window of your bedroom.
to some, this noise might bring them to be upset or down. the thought of getting wet outside and having to go through the motions of their day with the bothersome of an umbrella, could sound quite tiring—an inconvenience.
but for you, the moment you saw the weather forecast that signaled the pour of rain, you were thrilled.
why? because rainy days were now some of the most special days to you, days that brought you great amounts of joy and happiness.
and that was all because of your beautiful, wonderful boyfriend: han yujin.
read under the cut! 🤍
you got ready for the day almost too fast, excitement bubbling in your chest. ignoring your mother’s demand for you to take an umbrella, you exited your house to find yujin there, standing under the cover of your front porch and wearing an oversized dark blue raincoat over his school uniform.
“yujin!” you called to his attention.
yujin turned his head to you, a soft smile immediately growing on his face after meeting your eyes. he approached you with slow steps.
“yn.”
yujin was just like you; he loved rainy days. it was as if they started as an excuse for him to hold you close under his umbrella, and eventually, those excuses were set aside and he couldn’t deny his want to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead as goodbye while the heavy rain pattered against the ground and the smell of wet concrete was carried in the breeze.
seemingly in routine, he took off his backpack and removed one of his arms out of the raincoat he wore. in response, you slid underneath the coat with no hesitation and put your arm through the sleeve. this was why he wore an oversized one.
was it practical or logical in any way for the two of you to share a singular raincoat instead of having individual ones? no. was it easier and would do a much better job at protecting you from the rain if you each had an umbrella to yourselves? yes, it fully was.
though, it was like those ideas, the smarter ones that had less hassle, were fully out of the picture. you and yujin never had even thought of those. it had never crossed your minds, and maybe, never will.
perhaps, you two were too indulged in these cheesy romantic things, but who truly cares?
you giggled, both of you moving to wear your backpack in the front so there was enough room under the raincoat. the large hood laid over you and yujin’s heads.
your hand, warm from just being inside, had intertwined with yujin’s, which was cold from the minutes before when he was walking to your house.
you walked to school together, bodies heating up from the warmth of each other and hearts beating almost rapidly from this silly, utterly hopeless teenage love you were both completely, yet not ashamed, swallowed in.
synopsis: love at first sight with him (or not) pairing: non-idol!han yujin x f!reader genre: fluff, hs au warnings: mention of food, intended lowercase, bad grammar wc: 0.9k a/n: hehehhehe my cutie again, i saw an edit with the song in the title and became obsessed; based on this request
· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·zb1 masterlist ;; @k-films
GOING TO SCHOOL WAS A CHORE, one you could never push onto someone else’s shoulders. there were barely any good things about it. you probably can count them on your fingers: friends, cafe runs, cute stationary, crushes…
oh, well. you can scratch out the last point. ever since you were a kid, you never found any guy attractive. you thought they were gross and disgusting.
only when you entered high school, could you get along with some of the guys. surprisingly, even had them in your friends group. but you would never see them in a romantic light. never.
now, as a senior, you still have never had a crush. sure, you have listened to your friends’ ramblings about ‘how that cutie looked at her’ or ‘how he makes their heart beat faster.’
you never really understood anything that they described, the only thing that makes your heart happy is a good grade on your exam or your favorite snack.
today was like any other day, classes, lunch, more classes, chatting with friends.
but today you decided to go to another convenience store during the lunch break, your friends reasoned it with ‘want for change.’
you didn’t really have anything against it, you’d even be up for it if they had that one sandwich you loved.
as you walked in the direction of the store, you started noticing the scenery on the way. it had a lot more greenery than your usual route with tall, gray buildings. it was refreshing to see.
when you came in, a slight bell ringed to let the employees know that someone entered. your friends already started arguing on what to pick. you just eyed them and went your own separate way.
walking to the cooked food aisle, your eyes started wandering in search of the sandwich that you like. not paying attention to the surroundings, you flinched when you felt something warm touching your shoulder.
“sorry, i want to get this,” you heard. swiftly turning around, you were met with a pair of brown eyes, staring at you, the distance between you was uncomfortably small.
oh.
scanning the stranger’s face, you took notice of his features that had a kind of softness that was almost unreal, reminding you of a light sketch brushed with the sunlight. wide eyes, probably stunned by the proximity too, sparked with curiosity. his nose, delicate and elegant. by reflex, your gaze went to his lips, naturally tinted with a curve which fades into his youthful smile, awkward, but kind.
he looks like he stepped out of the dream you never want to wake up from. is this what leeseo meant when she talked about her crushes?
“are you alright?” suddenly, he speaks up, stepping back after getting what he needed, which seems to be some kind of a gimbap, not like it matters anyway.
it felt like snapping out of a daydream, the world returning all at once as you blinked and turned around fully.
realizing you’d left his question hanging, you quickly nodded.
the miracle of a stranger gave you that smile again. oh, how you wanna melt into the ground.
“y/n? are you here? we’re finished,” a familiar voice ringed in the middle of the store, followed by a pop of sakuya’s head around the shelf.
“oh yujin! you’re here too,” exclaimed sakuya, walking your way, when you realized what was happening.
“oh, what’s up?” the guy in front of you dabbed up your friend, which was a strange sight.
“you guys know each other?” sakuya asked, holding his favorite bread with some drink.
“uh, not really, just happened to be in one section…” the guy responded, his tone becoming quieter with each word.
looking between the two, you finally left your inner bubble. “are you two friends?” you asked with a hushed voice.
sakuya turned to you, smiling brightly. “yeah! he is in our year, you never noticed?”
that question hit something within you, because only now you noticed his uniform, the same as yours.
“oh,” you mumbled, feeling embarrassed. your hands quickly tangled together behind your back.
the stranger, well not anymore, chuckled softly, offering his hand to you. “i’m yujin, and you’re y/n, right?” his eyes glimmered as he questioned.
with his gaze locked on you, you felt like you were unable to mutter anything, opting to just nod, while accepting his invite to a hand-shake.
his fingertips were smooth and warm, you never wanted to let go of his hand.
before any of you could say something else, another voice chimed in.
“yujin, how long are you gonna be there?” the voice reminded you of a friend of a friend, park gunwook, and yes, it was him.
yujin jumped a little bit at the mention of his name, saying something along the lines of ‘i’m coming.’
he caught your gaze yet again, smiling so dreamily. “it was nice meeting you, y/n,” he said before rushing to his friends.
and you could do nothing except stand like a deer in the headlights.
“what’s up with you? you’re never this quiet,” sakuya asked, laughing, while walking around the aisle. “you have a crush on him or what?”
“i think so…” you answered without a thought. if the flutter in your chest counted as the crush thing, then yes. you had a crush on yujin.
sakuya stopped in his tracks, definitely not expecting this kind of answer from you.
you paid him no mind, returning to your search for the snack you originally wanted. his questions about your new found feelings faded into the background.
whereas, yujin never felt giddier. his smile reached his eyes, and his movements expressed his excitement.
“were you talking with the girl you like just now?” gunwook asked, eyebrow raised, eyes wide, when they were nearing the cashier.
“yeah.” yujin replied, already wanting to see you again.
pairing: idol!han yujin x idol!f!reader genre: it was super sweet until it wasn’t, fluff, LITERALLY SO SOFT, a lil bit of humor warnings: bad grammar, intended lowercase wc: 1.0k a/n: thank you for requesting this nonnie 🌷 it didn’t turn out as i wanted to but oh well 😞 based on this request
masterlist; reblogs are appreciated !
HANGING OUT WITH YUJIN is difficult. not because he’s some jerk or anything, but because both your demanding schedules are exhausting. most of the time, the best you could manage was talking backstage whenever your groups had a comeback around the same time.
the last time you had a proper outing was probably more than a month ago.
and now, you were peacefully rotting in your bed in your dorm—blankly looking at the ceiling, thinking about absolutely nothing. and you would’ve probably continued your very “productive” day if it weren’t for an eye catching text.
yuyu: are u busy
you: no why
yuyu: do u wanna come over to my dorm yuyu: i’m done with my schedule 😆
you: i’ll be there soon
it wasn’t often you could visit each other’s dorms. you were both the youngest in your groups, and the managers didn’t exactly make it easy.
without wasting any more time, you grabbed your essentials and changed into a comfortable outfit. as you called an uber, you stopped by your members room to let her know that you’re leaving.
“huh? where are you going?” she took off her headphones.
“to yujin’s,” you reply, already slipping on your shoes.
“ohhhh, alright then” jiwoo teased, with a knowing smile on her face. “don’t come back too late, and be careful!”
“right, thank you!”
the drive to yujin’s place wasn’t that long, but you were able to listen to some of your favorite songs.
after paying for the ride, you scrambled to gather your things and headed toward the entrance.
your heart beats a little bit faster as you get closer to the door. it had been so long since you hung out properly, without rushing or a fear of cameras.
when you were standing right before the door, you whipped out your phone from your pocket to send a quick text.
you: i’m here
seconds later, the door opened, revealing yujin, dressed in a simple black tee and sweatpants. the image of you before his eyes made him grin.
“you’re here,” he softly said, grinning. like he didn’t expect you to actually come.
“of course,” you smiled back. “you called, no?”
yujin scratched the back of his neck, shyly smiling. “yeah, i just…you know, missed you”
these words caught you back for no reason. it’s not the first time you said that to each other, but at this moment, it felt way more vulnerable. “i missed you too,” you replied, slight blush appearing on your ears.
he closed the door behind you and took your bag. the next thing you know, yujin is hugging you. hands wrapping around your waist, his head falling on your shoulder.
“i really missed you, a lot” he quietly whispered, so only you would hear.
hugging him back, you planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back.
right now, only you two existed in this world. nothing could break this moment—
“huh? what’s this about, yujin?”
well, almost nothing.
gunwook, one of yujin’s members just walked in on you two hugging like one of you just came back from war.
“oh, hello, sorry for disturbing,” you stammered, bowing as best as you could with Yujin still clinging to you.
“hello y/n,” he greeted you back and continued in a teasing voice. “yah, yujin, you never let us hug you so much. i’m upset”
“you’ll live,” yujin shot back immediately.
gunwook just laughed it off. instead taking out his phone and snapping a picture of you two.
your face burned. without thinking, you turned your head in the opposite direction so your face wouldn’t be visible. but it seems, yujin wasn’t bothered at all.
only when his hyung left, yujin let you go. grabbing your wrist, he led you back to his room. without giving it a second thought, he pulled you to his bed, letting his hands return to their previous position—around your waist. you’d do the same if not the constant buzzing of the phone in yujin’s pocket.
“yujin, check your messages”
“i don’t want to, let’s just cuddle,” he replied, already on the verge of falling asleep.
“cmon, what if it’s something important?” you reasoned gently. and it worked, he took out his phone and unblocked it, making screen visible to you.
you wish you didn’t ask.
ZB1 group chat
gunwook: [1 attachment] gyuvin: what gyuvin: he never clings to me like that hanbin: my son 😭😭 taerae: NOOOO IM SUPPOSED TO BE #1 YUJIN FAN ricky: can’t believe this betrayal… gyuvin: i’m actually crying rn hanbin: look how soft our youngest is 😭😭😭 taerae: MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS hao: oh my… you two look cute though 🫶 gunwook: he didn’t even say hi to me properly but he’s glued to y/n matthew: he ignores us every day and suddenly becomes a human koala jiwoong: let him be in love~ ricky: love??? oh?? yujin: STOP hao: why stop? it’s cute gunwook: y/n, thank you for making our maknae smile so much 🥰 yujin: i’m muting this chat bye matthew: HE’S BLUSHING I SWEAR 😭
not being able to bear anymore of their teasing, he shut off his phone and tossed it somewhere else.
you chucked at his reaction. “you’re cute”
“only with you,” he replied, burying his head deeper into your neck.
you just wrapped your hands around him and smiled.
you would never trade clingy yujin for anything else in the world.
bonus:
gunwook: [1 attachment] jiwoo: HELLOOOO jiwoo: genuinely wtf jiwoo: my baby y/n is so down bad TT gunwook: LMAOOO gunwook: dw she’s not the only one
❤︎ KITSCH he can’t help falling for you, even if it feels rushed.
‘09 ゛friends to lovers, classmates to lovers, highschool au, teen romance, fluff, hugs, kisses, skinship, heartfelt confessions… ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ CATALOGUE! 812 物語
EOM SEONGHYEON WAS THE QUIETEST BOY YOU KNEW. you couldn’t really tell if you were too loud or if he was just super quiet. you didn’t care much about it. all he remembered was you sitting down next to him on the first day of school in homeroom, with a pretty smile and a floral scent, deciding that you were his friend. no negotiations, no words needed. simply just that smile and your seat next to his.
seonghyeon fell for you rather quickly—in his book he thought so, your presence one that captivated him. you walked to classes together everyday without fail, you walked home together, walked to school together. you ate together, studied at the library together. every second spent with you felt like a dream. it wasn’t anything special: spending time with your friend doing things friends always do.
but to seonghyeon it was so much more.
it wasn’t immediate—but not long, his feelings for you. they grew silently with this vehemence he learnt to express quietly. in the smiles he flashed you every time you made a joke only he’d understand. in the snacks he got you every time he saw your hungry face. in the hushed moments when there was nothing more but silence and your being. he grew accustomed to it. he got used to the butterflies.
the fluttering in his stomach that made the heat rush to his ears, the one that made his heart race. the butterflies he only felt when you were around. you were blissfully unaware of the fact that you kept him up every night. oblivious to the way his eyes lit up when you called him by his name so sweetly.
it only took a month for him to name this feeling love. only one month for him to realise what he wanted forever. one month of memories money couldn’t buy. all because one day you decided he was your friend without saying the words. just showing up every time, giggling at nothing, calling seonghyeon your favourite boy—he was, loving him out loud without the frankness of it. you didn’t need to be candor to know it was true.
“y/n.” he called your name gently. you looked up from your notebook, the softness of his tone tugging on your heartstrings.
“yeah, hyeon?” you breathed out.
“do you know what it’s like to fall in love?” he questioned, out of the blue, inquisitive.
“mm, maybe a thing or two. why?” you hummed, resting your cheek on a palm.
“do you ever look at someone and feel butterflies?”
“um… may…be.” you stammered, rather bashful, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled apprehensively.
“is it okay to be sure that your heart yearns for someone even if it feels too soon?” seonghyeon was never this cheesy, not that you knew of. he was soft, he was gentle but he was never warm in a way that lovers were.
“hyeon.”
“i think i’m in love with you, y/n.” he said, affectionate in a way that made your heart melt like an ice cream.
“you are?” you asked, auspicious and hushed—slightly incredulous.
“i know we’ve only really known each other for a month but i just can’t help it when i’m with you.” his hand reached for yours, his fingers threading through yours slowly.
“really?” your heart pounded.
“there’s nothing i haven’t felt more sure about in my life.” he held your hand to his chest, almost as if he wanted you to feel just how much he loved you, his lips twitching up into that smile you’ve always loved.
“kiss me.” you giggled, your eyes glittering with love and infatuation.
“what?” his eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his throat. kiss you? the girl of his dreams wanted him to kiss her?
“kiss me, silly.” your smile grew at the sight of his flushed cheeks, your eyes widening as well when his lips pressed against yours.
he didn’t rush—neither of you did, his lips simply moved against yours, warm and soft, like he would never ever let go. you shifted just enough for your lips to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss. his other hand landed on your waist to pull you closer, yours cupping his cheek to tilt his head better. the both of you didn’t want to pull away, you only did because your lungs burned with the need for oxygen.
your foreheads were digging into each others, your chests heaving with deep breaths and the love that lingered in the air.
“i do look at you and feel butterflies, hyeon. and this, it’s okay.” you breathed out, another giggle slipping past your lips when he buried his head in your neck, his arms embracing your body in a hug.
maybe it was a little bit rushed but it was love and that didn’t need a timer.
旋律 >_< hi guyssssssss… finally i can write something short because i was genuinely convinced i lost all abilities to write short works. anywho, i’ll definitely be a little more active but i am still unfortunately on my semi-hiatus. but, it is okay, i will post when i can and try to get some stuff out every now and then. i hope you enjoy, hugs and kisses mwah!
summary - boyfie youngjae cuz i fear he's becoming my bias rn (send help).
includes - idol!youngjae x f!reader. established relationship.
note - the title has nothing to do with this lolsies i just love this song so much
ᝰ youngjae sends so many picture updates, your storage might get over since you save literally everything he sends (he sulks if you don't)
ᝰ he sends very very long messages when he's feeling like it
ᝰ not to spam you or anything, it's just cuz he loves you like a ton
ᝰ constant fights with the members over who loves youngjae more
ᝰ he's kinda clingy when he's tired, he likes to come and just lay his head on your lap
ᝰ bonus points if he falls asleep while you play with his hair
ᝰ on days off, he just likes to sleep in and watch movies in bed
ᝰ and then maybe go out on a date and just spend time with you
ᝰ the aquarium is youngjae's favorite place to take you
ᝰ oh, he also goes all blushy and quiet if he sees you in a new dress cuz holy moly you're so pretty
ᝰ he's the type to write those little notes and put them in envelopes that say 'open when ur having a bad day'
ᝰ he's also the type to just let you squish his cheeks when your cuteness aggression acts up
ᝰ or bite them, but you didn't hear that from me
ᝰ youngjae is so cupid's chokehold by gym class heroes core
ᝰ he actually has your picture in his wallet
ᝰ he wanted to put a polaroid of the two of you in his phone case, but for obvious (famous) reasons, that did not work
ᝰ so he sets his weverse profile pic to match with your instagram profile pic
ᝰ his wallpaper is very likely a picture of you in his hoodie
ᝰ will sit and listen to you ramble on about literally anything with hearts in his eyes
ᝰ also that kiss-proof lipstick thing, he volunteers for it. very willingly.
ᝰ by the end of it he's just giggling while there are lipstick stains all over his face
ᝰ he just loves you so much he can't help himself
7.6k | oneshot | (idol) youngjae x emotionally avoidant!reader
warnings + add info:
dependable youngjae, talkative reader, mentions eating/food, based in seoul, feat tws members
synopsis:
you’re really good at keeping it together. everyone always sees the polished, put-together side of you. after all, that was your goal; showing weakness isn’t part of the plan. but along the way, you start to realize that your best friend youngjae sees you better than anyone, and more than you thought. suddenly, you’re overthinking every moment where he’s just there, and you don’t know how to act. when did his presence start to feel like something you could lose when you let your feelings get in the way? but the more you pull back, the harder it becomes to pretend he’s just a friend. will you open your heart at the expense of your friendship, or will you be able to resist taking that risk?
author's note: idrk how to feel about this one tbh but it's been sitting in my drafts for so long i figured it was about time to post it. any feedback or support means a lot!
You don’t remember falling asleep, but you wake to the distant sound of cars passing outside and the rustling of takeout containers. One minute you’d been sitting on the couch, telling yourself you’d just rest your eyes while you waited for Youngjae to get off work. The next thing you knew, you were out.
Your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. When you glance down, you notice a blanket tucked snugly around you. His, probably.
You shift, and that’s when you see him. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against the couch as he took out his takeout dinner. Kimchi jeon this time. The overhead lights are off and replaced by the soft glow of a lamp close by. He must’ve changed it so it wouldn’t bother you.
You push yourself up on your elbows, and the blanket slips a little. Youngjae looks back immediately as if he’s been tuned to you even in the background.
“Oh sorry,” he says gently. “Did I wake you?”
You shake your head, still hazy. “What time is it?”
“It’s late,” he responds with a small smile. “You were out cold. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
You sit up properly and tuck your legs under the blanket.
“You should’ve,” you mumble. “I probably drooled on your couch.”
He lets out a quiet huff of laughter. “You did.”
“I’m kidding,” he says after seeing your expression. “You looked peaceful.”
He reaches over to ruffle your hair and up close, you notice the faint tiredness under his eyes.
“Do you need help?” you ask automatically.
“I’d much rather you sleep, you workaholic,” he laughs.
You snort. “I’m literally not.”
“I know,” he says, but in that tone that clearly means I know it’s not true.
“Come here,” he adds, patting the spot beside him on the floor.
You slide off the couch and settle next to him, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders. Filling the quiet is second nature for you, and you start rambling about your day. Like always, he listens.
—
You wake up somewhere unfamiliar, or at least your brain thinks so for half a second. Sunlight filters through the curtains, and the warmth radiates into the room. You blink as your eyes try to adjust to the light. It takes you a second, but you sit right up.
Hold on. Why am I still at Youngjae’s?
You groan, flopping back onto the couch. Right. You must have fallen asleep again when you were sitting with Youngjae. You rub your eyes in embarrassment, then glance at the clock.
8:45 am.
Shoot. You were so going to be late for work. You kick off the blanket and rush to the bathroom as you brush your hair with your fingers. You splash cold water on your face in an attempt to wake up. You don’t even fully process your reflection before you’re back out, speed-walking into the living room.
“Hey, sorry for crashing the night,” you say when you see Youngjae walking out of his room.
“All good, don’t even worry,” he responds.
You nod, but in your head, you’re already going through a mental checklist of your schedule for the day as you grab your bag.
Okay, so meeting at ten, I have to send that doc first, Yoonchae’s going to forget the file so I need to remind her, and I still haven’t –
Youngjae’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Don’t forget to eat something,” he reminds you as you put on your coat.
“I will.”
You most likely won’t.
He knows that too, but pushing just makes you deflect harder, so he doesn’t argue.
“You’re the best, bye! Don’t be late for your thing either!” you yell as you rush out the door.
He watches you go with a soft shake of his head.
—
By noon, you’ve already lived three days’ worth of work. You finally collapse into a chair in the break room and open your phone to text Youngjae.
you: BRO today is insane i’ve basically walked the entirety of this building and it’s only noon
yoje: have you eaten
you: does an iced coffee count
A second later, he sends a photo. A full meal with rice, protein, and vegetables. Probably his. You roll your eyes but smile.
you: okay, okay, i got it
This time, you actually take up his advice for once and make your way to grab something to eat.
—
The afternoon drags. You’re running on caffeine and adrenaline when your phone screen lights up
yoje: practice is almost finished wanna come by for a sec if ur free?
You stare at the screen. You’re exhausted. You still have things to do, and putting them off only meant more work for tomorrow, which was already packed. Still.
you: on my way
Twenty minutes later, you’re pushing open the practice room door, slightly out of breath but smiling anyway.
Youngjae’s finishing the last run-through, chest rising and falling as the music cuts. He looks wiped, but when he sees you, his face brightens.
“Hey,” he says between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to actually show up.”
“Who said I’m here for you?” you tease. “I haven’t seen your members in forever. Obviously I came to say hi.”
Before he can respond,
“(Name)!!” Jihoon calls, jogging over from the other side of the practice room, where he was conversing with the choreographer. “You finally remembered we exist?”
You gasp dramatically. “Excuse you, I’m booked and busy, okay?”
Hanjin bursts out into laughter, and the other members gravitate over. They ask you about your life, your job, how you’ve been. You ask about their comeback and how they’ve been managing the chaos of idol life. Through Youngjae, you became pretty close with the members, especially Hanjin, who was your age, which made it easy to get along.
Youngjae watches from the back, smiling and shaking his head at his members’ antics. He notices your mannerisms. The way you roll your shoulders when you think no one’s looking. How your laugh sounds slightly more tired and breathless than usual. But he lets you have this.
Eventually, everyone heads out as their voices fade down the hall until it’s just the two of you.
“Aren’t you tired?” Youngjae asks lightly. “I thought you were probably too busy to come.”
You shrug. “I had time. And plus, I’m always busy anyway. It keeps me occupied. I thought it’d be nice to stop by, even if it’s just for a bit.”
He nods at you and glances away for a second.
“You should at least spend some time for yourself,” he says quietly. You don’t catch it. You’re already talking about something else.
You walk together to the convenience store, share snacks, and sit outside for a bit. When it’s time to split, he watches until you turn the corner.
Your phone buzzes as you unlock your apartment door.
yoje: text me when you get home
You type back immediately.
you: home
A small smile tugs at your lips as you slip your phone back into your pocket.
—
A few days later, you wake up to chaos. Your bag’s half open, and your hair is still damp from the shower you barely had time for. You’re rushing across your room while your phone rings for the fifth time on your desk.
You already know who it is. Yoonchae.
The ringtone stops. A second later, your screen lights up with a message.
yoonchip: Unnie where are you? I’m covering for you rn but idk when boss will realize
yoonchip: Come quick!!
You wince. You’re late. Again. Which makes sense, considering you had stayed up to finish some work.
And somehow, that’s not even the worst of it. You miss the bus and have to wait for the next one to arrive, and once it does, you stand pressed between strangers while your boss’s disappointed look replays in your head on loop. You spill coffee on your sleeve ten minutes before a meeting. A project you stayed up late finishing gets sent back with red comments all over it.
Tasks keep piling up faster than you can finish them. By lunch, you’re too stressed to eat. But you still smile and joke with coworkers. I got it, don’t worry, you say, even when you’re not sure if you do. By evening, you’re too drained to feel anything but exhaustion.
You don’t check your phone until you’re finally leaving, and that’s when you see Youngjae’s text.
yoje: do u wanna get dinner tgt after work
You stare at it for a second, then type back.
you: sure
His response comes minutes later.
yoje: same place as usual?
you hearted the message
—
The bell jingles when you push the door open. You and Youngjae always go to this restaurant when neither of you has the energy to actually plan something.
Youngjae looks up the second you step inside. He’s already sitting with two glasses of water on the table. You slide into the seat and drop your bag beside you with less grace than usual.
He takes one look at you and nudges the water to you. “Drink first.”
Wordlessly, you obey. That’s how he knows. He could tell you were tired. Overworked, most likely.
“Long day?” he asks.
You shrug. “It’s fine.”
As if he knew you so well, he asks, “Did you eat today?”
You hesitate half a second too long.
He just nods once, waves for the server, and orders your usual for you.
Your brain couldn’t help but replay everything that happened. The words spill out eventually, and you retell what happened during the day. Missing the bus. The coffee accident. How embarrassed you felt looking at the comments on your project. You laugh once or twice like it’s not bothering you at all.
“That sounds exhausting,” he replies gently.
The food finally arrives, with the steam curling into the air. He slides the bowl closer to you. You take a bite, and the warmth settles into you.
“You care a lot,” he says after a moment. “That’s why days like this hit harder for you.”
You stare at your spoon. “I just don’t want to seem annoying about it.”
“You’re not,” he says simply. “And our brains are bad at perspective when we’re tired. Everything feels bigger than it actually is.”
You nod, focusing on eating, and he changes the topic smoothly.
When you step outside into the cool evening air, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders before you can protest. And for the first time all day, the pressure feels lifted off of your shoulders, at least for now.
—
The night air is cooler by the time you two walk home, and you shiver, instinctively tugging his jacket closer around yourself.
You and him talked the whole way, though it was mostly you. About having to do damage control for a coworker who almost sent an email to the wrong client. About him filming extra content for TWS to prepare for comeback promotions. About anything and everything on both of your minds.
At one point, you step off the curb too early and wobble from exhaustion more than clumsiness. His hand is on your arm instantly, steadying you.
“Careful,” he says, fingers pressing briefly against your sleeve before he lets go.
You grin like it’s nothing. “It’s okay, I’m good.”
But you’re suddenly very aware of where he touched you. How warm his fingers were. How fast he had reached out to grab you. How natural it felt. How you kind of wish he hadn’t let go so fast.
You paused for less than a second, just enough to register the thought. Youngjae doesn’t notice. But your heart is beating faster than ever.
—
You don’t even remember agreeing to come over, but somehow, you’re unlocking his door ten minutes later like it’s muscle memory.
“Make yourself at home,” he says as he takes off his shoes.
“I basically live here at this point,” you joke.
You follow Youngjae into the living room, and you both settle on the couch. The TV is on, but neither of you are really watching. Some low-stakes variety show plays in the background, and their laughter fills the spaces between your words. You’re curled on one end of the couch with your legs tucked under you. He’s on the other hand, facing you.
At some point, your words start to slow. Not because you’re done talking, but because you’re genuinely so exhausted your body starts conserving energy on autopilot.
He glances over. “Battery died?”
“Just a little tired.”
“Mhm,” he says. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”
Silence settles as you both direct your attention back to the screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him without meaning to. He doesn’t notice.
When the episode finishes, you both agree to turn the TV off. Youngjae leans his head back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling. You’re close enough now that your shoulders are almost touching.
“You know,” he says quietly. “I like days when you end up here.”
You blink, but you recover quickly, taking it as an opportunity to tease him. “That’s because I’m so entertaining.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
You look at him then.
“It’s just, I don’t know, easier when you’re around. Feels normal.”
Normal. He means well. He’s saying he’s comfortable around you. You freeze. Because it doesn’t feel casual to you. It feels big. It feels like a line being crossed without either of you meaning to. Your stomach feels like it’s falling.
You try to laugh. “Wow, I didn’t know my chatter was therapeutic.”
He lets out a laugh, but he doesn’t take it back. “You know what I mean.”
And the scary thing is, you do. But you don’t think Youngjae knows the effect his words have on you.
For once, your chest tightens in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion or work. Slowly, you realize that this is starting to feel like something you could get used to. Like something you want. And that never ends well for you.
You push yourself up too fast. “I should probably go home before I fully move in.”
Youngjae tilts his head, frowning slightly. “You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.”
I know. That’s what makes it dangerous.
You grab your bag, already halfway to the door and plastering a smile back onto your face.
“It’s really okay. I have to head in for work tomorrow anyways. You have practice.”
He doesn’t stop you, but he does follow you to the door like always.
As you leave, a million thoughts run through your head. But for the first time, it became clear as ever. You like him. And that terrifies you more than anything.
—
The next weekend, the TWS members somehow convinced you to go to karaoke with Youngjae and them. Shinyu and Dohoon are in the middle of simultaneously belting and acting out some dramatic ballad. You sit beside Youngjae as you watch the others make absolute fools of themselves.
“How was your day?” he asks.
You launch into a story about running into an old friend while stopping by the post office. Then how your favorite snack was sold out when you stopped at a convenience store. You wait for him to continue the conversation. A joke, maybe. But when you glance over, he’s just looking at you.
“What?” you ask defensively. “Do I have something on my face?”
He shakes his head. “No, I was just thinking.”
“That’s dangerous,” you say sarcastically.
“You know you can drop the act around me, right?”
You pause. “What do you mean?”
“Like, I don’t know, I just feel like, even when you’re tired or stressed, you still do this.” He gestures vaguely toward you. “The jokes, the stories, the ‘I’m fine’ front you keep putting up.”
You force your smile to stay. “I am fine.”
Youngjae doesn’t argue. He just nods once, like he expected that answer.
“I know you can handle things,” he says. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to handle everything alone. Not with me, especially since we’ve known each other for so long.”
Your breath catches in your throat, but you swallow it down. He looks back toward the others, where Kyungmin is now dancing wildly to Girls Generation.
“Just saying,” he adds.
The room erupts into laughter at Kyungmin’s performance, but the noise sounds distant, as if you're underwater while everyone else is floating above the surface.
Because he’s right. He sees you more clearly than you let anyone else. That should feel comforting; he’s always been someone you could rely on. Instead, it feels terrifying.
On instinct, you open your mouth to start another conversation to fill up the space. But the words die in your throat because you realize you’re about to prove his point. And you don’t know what to do.
So you pull back. Because of course, it’s easier to avoid and suffer than it is to face the issue head-on.
—
Monday. Youngjae texts you while you’re finishing lunch. You stare at his name longer than you should. Your thumb hovers over the screen as you type a reply, delete it, then type it again. Eventually, you respond.
you: sorry, busy today and didn’t get a chance to check my phone
You hit send. It’s not really a lie. You are busy. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from creeping in anyway.
A few minutes later, his reply came.
yoje: okay, don’t forget to take a break
Of course, that’s al he says. He didn’t mean to, but it makes you feel worse. You weren’t supposed to feel bad. It’s just a text. But still, you do.
Tuesday. You cancel dinner plans. Just once. And for a valid reason, too. Your boss had invited you to a work dinner with a client.
you: can’t make it tonight, sorry. my boss invited me to dinner with that client i told you about. wish i could cancel but my boss will actually kill me this time
yoje: all good, have fun!
He sounds genuinely supportive, but you hate disappointing him all the same.
Wednesday. He texts to see if you want to grab coffee after work. You’re swamped, but normally, you’d find a way. You always used to. Not this time. You hesitate, then hit send.
you: maybe another time, sorry! super swamped rn
yoje: haha dw. don’t forget to rest
You wish you could rest. But for his sake, you don’t say anything back.
Thursday.
yoje: hanjin says we’re preparing for shinyu’s bday surprise if u wanna stop by dorms later tonight. shinyu has a schedule so he won’t be there
You stare at the message for a full minute. It’s been almost a week since you saw him in person, and you’re running out of excuses to avoid him. Your fingers move before you can overthink it.
you: sure, i’ll be there!
Any message from you feels like it’s revealing more than you’re ready to admit. You wonder if he notices the difference. How you initiate texts a lot less than before. How your replies sound more cheerful and polished than usual.
To anyone else, it would pass as normal. But Youngjae has never been just anyone. And even though you rarely contacted him all week, he’s all that’s on your mind.
—
The dorm is louder than you expected. Before you even knock, you can hear Hanjin’s laugh through the door, something clattering against a table, someone loudly shushing someone else. You take a deep breath. You’re afraid. Afraid that letting yourself get any closer to him will change everything. But the noise distracts you, and you step inside.
“(Name)!” Kyungmin pops up from behind the kitchen counter like he’s been waiting. “Finally, we were about to start without you.”
“Start what? Burning the place down?” you ask as you slip off your shoes.
“Hey!” Hanjin protests from the stove. “I’m supervising, so that won’t happen.”
“That’s probably worse,” you respond with a laugh.
The dorm smells faintly like chocolate and something burnt. Balloons are half-blown and spread out across the couch. A banner that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINYU is draped along the ground half-strung.
Youngjae’s sitting at the dining table with Kyungmin and decorating the cake with candles. He looks up at the sound of your voice, and your eyes meet for half a second.
His face softens instantly. “Hey,” he says.
You plaster a smile on your face. “Hey,” you echo.
There’s the tiniest pause before he looks back down at the cake. It’s nothing. You tell yourself it’s normal.
Jihoon’s voice interrupts the moment. “Can you tie these?” he asks as he hands you some string and a few balloons. Grateful for a distraction, you busy yourself with the balloons, twisting and knotting them together.
“Can you hand me the lighter?” Youngjae asks.
Jihoon reaches for it, but you’re closer. You step forward and hand it to him. Your fingers brush when he takes it. It’s barely a touch. Still, your stomach drops like you missed a step on the stairs.
“Thanks,” he says softly.
You nod, already turning away. “Yeah. No problem.”
You end up at the counter next to Hanjin as you pretend to be very invested in arranging strawberries on a plate. But your heart is being way too fast for someone just helping arrange some fruit.
“(Name), you and Youngjae are being weird. Did something happen?” Hanjin whispers to you. You whip around, making sure no one else heard it.
“Huh, what do you mean?”
“Dude, anyone can tell you’re acting strange around him. DId he say something weird?”
“No, why would he say something weird?”
“Nevermind. But if anything happens let me know, okay?”
You nod. Maybe you’ll tell Hanjin later. Across the room, Youngjae laughs at something Kyungmin says. Everything looks as it's always been. So why does it feel different today?
“(Name), does this look okay?” Jihoon asks as he holds up a few balloons he tied on his own. You walk over, assessing them.
“Yeah, probably. If they pop, just blame Hanjin.”
“I heard that!” he yells from the kitchen. Everyone laughs. You laugh too. It’s probably the first real laugh you’ve let out in a while.
From the corner of your eye, you see Youngjae watching you again. Just observing. You flash him a quick grin. He smiles back. It should make you feel better. Instead, guilt flashes through you. Because he’s being the same as always. And you’re the one who isn’t.
—
The studio hallway is louder than usual. You’ve been to his company so many times it’s a habit at this point. On the way over after work, you happened to pass by a bakery and spotted a fresh batch of those Dubai chewy cookies they’ve been obsessed with. As you step inside, a small paper bag filled with the dessert hangs from your hand. You walk in to see the members groan and collapse dramatically onto the floor.
Youngjae spots you immediately, and his whole face lights up.
“There you are,” he breathes. Before you can walk over, a staff member calls his name.
“Youngjae, we need you for monitoring.”
“Two minutes,” he tells them automatically as he turns back to you. “Did you come from work?”
“Yeah, and I brought sustenance!”
“No way, (Name)! You’re actually a lifesaver” Dohoon exclaims. He’s already reaching for the bag like he hasn’t eaten in days.
Hanjin sits up and wiggles his eyebrows at you from the side. “You know, he asked about you three times today. Three times!”
Youngjae shoots him a look and says, “Ignore him.”
“Youngjae!” Another staff member calls, more urgently this time.
He gives you an apologetic smile. “I’ll be fast, I promise.”
“Go right ahead, don’t worry about me,” you respond, letting him go. The staff show him something on a monitor and he leans in, listening carefully and nodding along.
You sit on the bench along the far wall of the practice room as you watch Youngjae and the boys continue their practice. And all of a sudden, you feel naive. Embarrassed. Childish. His days are scheduled down to the minute. His world doesn’t slow down. And even if he did feel the same about you, you’ll only make things harder for him. You’d be another person to worry about. Another responsibility.
How selfish to want him like that, you think. You feel sick. Your gaze drops to your hands as you wring your fingers together. Sure, liking him was one thing. But that was all you could afford to do.
—
That weekend, you make plans to hang out with Hanjin. It had been ages since you two actually hung out, and you figured you needed a break – and to tell someone about everything you’ve been keeping in the past few days.
han zhen: a new hot pot spot opened, do u wanna go this wknd?
you: wait yes!
han zhen: is 7 good?
you: yup, see you there
Now, you’re sitting across from him at the table as the raw smell of tomato broth fills the air, waiting to boil. You push around the dipping sauce with your chopsticks, trying to form words for the feelings marinating within you for the past few days.
“Can I… talk to you about something?” you finally ask, voice quieter than usual.
Hanjin leans forward suddenly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Yes, oh my god! Wait… is this about what I was asking at the dorm the other day?”
“Um, yeah. You were right. It’s Youngjae,” you pause, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“I knew it!”
You take a deep breath. “Well, I think I like him. But I’m not supposed to! We’re literally friends. And to be honest, I don’t really want to figure out what happens when I ruin our friendship. So now I’ve been avoiding him, even when I don’t want to. I canceled on him twice. Twice! And I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m not supposed to like him, but I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. And I know avoiding him is going to hurt him in the end anyway. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
Hanjin leans back and nods slowly. “Okay, first, it’s not wrong to feel like that. It’s not a crime to like someone. You’re avoiding him out of fear, which is normal, but to be honest, it isn’t really helping either of you. Avoiding him doesn’t protect him, it just makes it harder on you.”
“But if I tell him… I don’t know. I feel like that’s too risky. It’s going to make everything so weird.”
Hanjin shakes his head. “What’s more risky is saying nothing. That’s going to make it weird, and messy, and hurtful for both of you. If you don’t say anything, you’re going to continue feeling guilty every time you hang out with him. And he’s going to feel hurt because he doesn’t even know if he’s done anything wrong.”
“Since when did you become so good at giving advice?” you let out a laugh.
Hanjin gasps, clearly offended. “What do you mean? I’m literally the best person to come to for advice.”
“I see that now.” You think for a bit as you let his words sink in. “So, you’re saying I have to say something?”
“I’m saying,” he leans forward again and rests his elbows on the table, “that keeping it in isn’t going to help you figure anything out. Plus, the worst thing he could say is no. There’s no way he’s going to make things awkward, if anything it would be you. And even if that happens, I know Youngjae – he cares about you too much to let things get awkward.”
“Yeah, I guess. Although I should probably speak to him soon before he starts figuring things out himself, will just make it more awkward,” you respond, grateful for the clarity Hanjin somehow always brings.
“Okay, enough talking about depressing stuff. Let’s eat!” Hanjin says cheerfully as the hot pot comes to a boil.
You giggle as you pick up your chopsticks, ready to dig in.
—
“Wow, I’m actually so full,” you groan as you watch Hanjin slide the last plate of sliced lamb into the bubbling pot. You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms slightly with a satisfied sigh. Then, your phone lights up.
Hanjin notices immediately. “Who is it?”
You already know. Youngjae.
Your stomach twists so fast it’s like the food you just ate turned into mush. You flip the phone over.
yoje: hey r u busy tonight?
yoje: if not, do you wanna come over for a bit?
There’s a pause. The little typing bubble pops up, but it goes away after a while. Then,
yoje: feels like we haven’t hung out properly in forever
Hanjin watches your expression change. “Is that him?”
You nod.
Hanjin reaches for his wallet. “What are you waiting for? We’re basically finished anyways,” he responds.
He motions for the server to grab the check as your eyes make their way back to his text.
It’s now or never, I guess. You type back almost immediately.
you: yeah, i can come by
The reply comes almost instantly.
yoje: okay
yoje: text me when you’re close
—
You’re standing outside his place, waiting for Hanjin to unlock the door. The sound of the keys clinking fills up the space, echoing loudly. You feel your pulse everywhere, in your chest, in your throat, in your wrists, in your fingers.
He’s already sitting on the couch in the living room when you step inside. The TV is on with its volume low, but he’s not really watching. He looks up the second he hears you.
“There you are.”
You slip your shoes off. “Yeah. Sorry, I kind of smell like hot pot. Hanjin dragged me to that new place that opened downstairs.”
“It’s okay,” he replies. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you for half a second longer than usual.
You sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing him. You always sit like this, but this time, the gap between the two of you feels bigger, more noticeable. He can feel it too. He unpauses the TV, and for a minute, it’s just background noise neither of you are following.
“Did I do something?”
Your heart drops so fast it almost makes you dizzy. How did he find out?
You stare at your hands. “No, I’ve just been busy.” You hate how automatic it sounds. Like a broken record.
He turns his head to look at you, really look at you.
“You can be honest with me, you know.”
And suddenly, Hanjin’s words from earlier feel so far away. All the courage you thought you built up earlier disappears, and you feel the familiar urge to shut everything down before it spills out, before you can’t control what you say anymore.
“I’m fine. Really.”
You don’t look up. You want to disappear.
“Do you want me to leave?” you ask suddenly, the words falling out so fast you couldn’t stop it. Your hands reach for your jacket that’s draped over the arm of the couch, and your fingers shake as it touches the fabric.
This is better. Leaving is easier. Distance is safer. Clearly, Hanjin’s words went in one ear and out the other.
“No, wait, don’t go. Why would you leave? I feel like every time we hang out lately, you’re already halfway out the door. And even if you’re not, it doesn’t feel the same, and we barely interact.” He sounds calm, but you could feel the unease from the stillness in his posture, almost like one wrong move would make you disappear.
“That’s not –” you try to deny, but you realize that he’s right.
Youngjae swallows. His eyes remain on yours, and you resist the urge to look away in shame. “If I did something, I want to fix it. Don’t shut me out without telling me anything. Please.”
Please.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stay,” you respond. There’s nowhere for you to run. It’s really now or never.
As if sensing your thoughts, he suggests, “We can go to my room if you want.”
Thankful for his offer, you follow him to his room, which was empty, to your relief. You sit on the side of his bed with your back against the wall and knees drawn to your chest. He’s on the other end, sitting patiently and waiting for you to speak.
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. You try again.
“I guess I owe you an explanation for how I’ve been feeling these past few days. To be honest, I didn’t really understand it at first, let alone realize that you noticed as well. And I really, really didn’t want to make things weird..”
He tilts his head slightly in confusion. “Make what weird?”
“I don’t know, this, I guess. Everything,” you confess, gesturing between the two of you. And before you could stop yourself,
“I like you,” you blurt out. You keep going. You’re afraid that if you did so much as stop and take a breath, you’ll lose the nerve to keep going.
“Not in a friend way. And I didn’t mean to, and I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting worse, and I thought if I pulled away it would go back to normal but it didn’t and now everything feels wrong and I don’t know how to fix it. That’s the reason why I’ve been acting the way I did. I was trying to just get over it on my own.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The room was so incredibly still. You finally look at him. He’s silent, staring.
You panic again, worried you said the wrong thing, so you continue, “And I know your life is already insane, and you’re so busy all the time, and you have so much on your plate, and the last thing you need is me making things complicated, and I know it’s really selfish for me to feel this way, so I thought if I just created some space –”
“Hey.”
You stop.
“I’m not upset, I’m just trying to catch up because you dropped that on me like, all of a sudden, and I was surprised,” he reassures.
“Sorry.” It comes out shaky, like a laugh.
“No, don’t apologize. So this is why you were avoiding me?”
“I thought it was for the best.”
“By disappearing?” he asks softly.
“Well, we’ve been friends for so long, and I would hate myself forever if I ruined that. More than anything, I didn’t want to lose you,” you whisper, afraid of saying it any louder. “But being around you started to feel dangerous. It reminded me that if I didn’t keep myself in check, I could mess it up for both of us. And that, to be honest, scared me. So I figured if I stepped back first, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”
He continues to stare at you. Then, he leans back against the bed, running a hand through his hair.
“You really think you’re just another burden to me?” he asks. “I thought you knew me better than that. I thought I made it clear you could trust me more than that.”
Your vision blurs before you even realize your eyes are filling. You don’t trust yourself to answer without your voice giving it away.
Youngjae exhales. “You know what’s been stressing me out lately? You pulling away. Not schedules. Not practice. Not our upcoming performance. You.”
Your eyes burn.
“I kept thinking I messed up, you know. That I said something wrong to hurt you. I kept running through everything in my head, trying to figure out where I went wrong. At first, I thought I had done something to offend you. But I know you, you would’ve called me out if I had said something out of line. I guess I should’ve known that it was something you felt like you needed to keep to yourself. God, I was so scared I was going to lose you.”
A tear slips down your cheek. You hope he doesn’t notice with the darkness. You know he did.
“You don’t get to decide what’s considered ‘too much’ for me,” he continues. “If you’re in my life, it’s because I want you there. And that’s the truth.”
You could barely see through your eyes. He moves closer immediately, and his hands gently wipe away the tears you didn’t even realize were falling. You’re shoulder-to-shoulder now with your backs against the wall. He puts an arm around you and presses your face to his shoulder. You let out a breath, which comes out shaky.
“Look at you, you’ve always been such a crybaby.” he jokes. You huff out the smallest laugh. Of course he’d say that.
He takes a breath, as if steadying himself.
“Can I say something without you panicking and trying to run away again?” Youngjae asks.
You sniff, “No promises, but I’ll try.”
He shifts so you’re now looking right into his eyes.
“I didn’t say anything before because I thought I had time. I figured, whatever this is between us, it would just keep going the way it always has. But when you started pulling away, I realized I don’t feel neutral about you either.”
Your fingers clutch the inside of your sleeves.
“I look for you. Everywhere I go. In everything I see. In every little thing I want to tell someone. When something good happens, you’re the first person I think of. When things go wrong, you’re the one I’m willing to open myself up to. That’s not just a 'friend' to me,” he confesses.
“I guess, I didn’t say this before because I didn’t want to pressure you. And because… yeah, my life is messy. It’s public. It’s busy. But none of that makes me want less of you. I don’t want you shrinking yourself or disappearing because you think it’s better for us. You don’t have to deal with these decisions by yourself. And I’ve known you long enough to know that this is your habit, it’s a part of who you are, keeping all of these vulnerable thoughts to yourself. But I want you to know that even if you want to be strong around everyone else, I want to be the person you don’t have to be strong around.”
“I – wow, I didn’t – ,” you let out. You were crying again. You’ve never felt more seen.
“(Name), I like you. A lot. But you deserve more than being confessed to in my dorm room. I want to do this properly and take you somewhere that isn’t my bedroom. And then, I’m going to ask you out the way you deserve. That is, if you’d like that,” he explains gently.
“I would. I really would,” you reply without hesitation. His fingers are laced between yours now.
This time, neither of you pulls away.
—
You almost don’t recognize the feeling in your chest while you wait outside. You’re nervous, not in fear, but from anticipation. You chalk it off to adrenaline.
A car pulls up. It’s Youngjae, dressed simply in a hoodie and jeans. He rolls down the window and waves.
“Hi,” he greets.
You smile before you can stop yourself and wave, greeting him back. You get in and close the door. There’s a half-second pause where you’re unsure whether or not you’re supposed to hug him. You do it anyway.
“I wasn’t sure if traffic would be bad, so I left early. But it wasn’t, so I’ve just been driving around for like fifteen minutes,” he admits.
You let out a giggle before you could stop yourself. “Oh my god, you were nervous!” you exclaim.
“I was not.”
“You literally circled the block multiple times.”
He gives up in defending himself, and you laugh.
He had picked a simple cafe with lots of greenery. It wasn’t crowded, as it was tucked into the corner of a lesser-known plaza. You love it.
You catch him watching you when you’re not looking. Your hands brush as he hands you the menu. Your heart skips a beat when he orders for you together.
You never really got nervous around Youngjae when you were still friends. But every time you went on dates with other guys, you were always so self-conscious of the way they perceived you. It was suffocating. You didn’t ever feel like yourself. Yet halfway through your date, you realize that it seemed like forever since the last time you felt that way.
“You’re smiling,” he says suddenly.
Your head jerks up mid-bite. You chew before answering. “Really, am I?”
“You’re literally glowing. Radiating,” he insists. His eyes were soft and filled with adoration. “Of course, you’re always smiling.” But this time it’s because of me.
Your cheeks were warm. You loved it – being with him. Like always, you talked, and he filled the space in between. It felt just right.
—
It happens by accident. That’s what you tell yourself.
You’re in their practice room and curled into the corner of the couch while everyone argues over what to order for dinner. Hanjin and Kyungmin are sitting in front of you while Dohoon and Jihoon are busy bickering while lying on the floor. Shinyu is leaning against the wall. Youngjae sits next to you, making sure to keep some distance between the two of you.
The members didn’t know about the two of you yet. And it wasn’t on purpose. Both of you just weren’t sure how to break the news to them yet.
You don’t notice when it happens. You don’t notice when his fingers slid over yours in between the two of you. It was so natural you didn’t even bat an eye. Which is why you don’t pull away.
You look up from your phone. Five pairs of eyes. All staring at your hands. You freeze. Youngjae doesn’t notice. He just glances down, then back up at the others, like he didn’t even care.
“HELLO???” Jihoon yells, sitting up as fast as he can.
“Are you guys – ” Kyungmin exclaims before cutting himself off.
Your brain completely shuts off. You had no idea how to respond.
“I – we – it’s not – ” you start, but you don't know what to say.
“It’s recent,” Youngjae says calmly, squeezing your hand once.
The room explodes.
Dohoon jumps up from where he was lying down.
“RECENT?!”
“And you didn’t think to tell us?”
“I knew it!” Hanjin screams.
“No you didn’t!” Jihoon counters.
“I literally did! It was so obvious!” Hanjin yells back.
Your face is quite literally on fire. “We didn’t mean to hide it, we just didn’t know when would be a good time to say it.”
You glance at him, and the moment your eyes meet, you were brought back to the day it happened.
The park was mostly empty, but not completely. Streetlights spill warm pools of light across the path as you and Youngjae walked along it.
His hand was in yours as you reached a bench near the river. Then you noticed it. A bouquet of flowers sitting on the bench. Your breath caught. Oh.
He looked at you and laughed under his breath. “You’re so nervous. I can feel it in your hand.”
“Do you remember what happened at the dorm?” he asked gently.
You nodded as your eyes met his. “Yeah. How could I forget? I wanted to disappear so badly that day. But it was the most honest I’ve ever been.”
Youngjae laughed slightly. “I was so terrified I’d say the wrong thing and you’d be gone.”
“I’m glad you didn’t let me,” you said.
He reached for the bouquet and holds it out to you. Peonies. Your favorite. You stared at them, stunned.
“How did you know?”
A small, knowing smile spread across his face. “I have my ways,” he responded.
“To this day, I feel like the luckiest person in the world for meeting you. Being with you feels like the greatest gift. I want to be with you, I want to learn everything about you – what you love, what you hate, and everything else in between. More than anything else, I want to keep choosing you everyday.”
“Youngjae…” you exhaled.
“(Name), will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?” he asked. His eyes are wide and round and full of hope.
You didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes,” you responded immediately. “I’d love nothing more.”
Shinyu points between you. “So this is like, official?”
You’re brought back to the practice room.
You look at Youngjae and nod as he says, “Yeah, it is.”
Kyungmin groans and collapses again. “Great. Now he’s going to be even more insufferable. Who knew he would be the first one to get cuffed?”
“Hey, what does that even mean?” Youngjae complains.
You’re hiding now, behind your hands. Youngjae looks over and sees your expression, bursting out into laughter.
He leans back and whispers, “Told you I’d do it right.”
.☘︎ ݁˖༘⋆ ───── .✦ i'll love you till the day that i die
in which! you are confused. you and youngjae have been friends for the past year and you love him deeply, and you've tried to make yourself obvious to the fact that you love him. however, he's a clueless boy and always gives you mixed signals, making you feel even more confused. so, you decide to try and stop loving him. (spoiler; you can't).
genre! friend!trainee!youngjae x artstudent!reader. Based in Seoul. feat Carmen and Jiwoo from hearts2hearts. one shot. requested! (Idk in which category put this tbh TT, let's just say fluff).
warnings! not proofread
wc! 2.1k
a/n: unnecesarry info but why nice to see you again is so good omg TT. anyways, enjoy it!
It was Wednesday, still halfway through the week, and you just wanted to throw yourself out of the window.
You walked quickly through the hallways and arrived at your high school cafeteria in no time.
As soon as you got there, your eyes scanned the entire dining room looking for your two friends. It was easy to recognize them, because with their latest comeback, Carmen had had to dye her hair pink. And even if it was common in your school for people to have hair colours that weren’t exactly natural, she still stood out from the others.
You walked quickly to meet them at a table in one corner of the cafeteria and dropped her bag into one side of the empty seat Jiwoo had saved for you.
“Hi,” they said. You waved your hand at them and tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace. Also, as you sat down, all your strength disappeared, and you ended up resting your head on the table and banging it a couple of times.
“What's wrong?” Carmen asked, while Jiwoo, sitting next to you, took a bite of the strawberry ice cream you had brought out of habit, looking a bit concerned.
“I'm so done,” you moaned, your face against the table.
“Youngjae again?” Jiwoo asked, as he was one of the main topics in their usual conversations.
You nodded and quickly lifted your head off the table. “I just don't understand! My signals have been pretty obvious, right? Even Dohoon, his friend, asked me the other day if I liked him, and he's only seen us together twice!” Massaging your temples, you continued, "I don't know what else to do. He's driving me crazy, and he's not even doing it on purpose..."
Carmen looked at you with a little pity as she sipped her milkshake. “Why don't you tell him?” she asked.
“What, that I like him?” you said with a sigh. “You know I would if I knew he felt the same way about me... but I don't know if I could bear to lose our friendship because of a confession that went wrong.” You admitted, resting your cheek on your palm, and grabbing your chopsticks.
“Then don't do it,” Jiwoo said, eating calmly. “But you'll have to make yourself stop liking him then, won't you?” She spoke with a slightly sarcastic tone, knowing that you couldn't stop liking him even if you wanted to. They both knew, because they had listened to you talk and talk about him, and they had seen how you looked at him.
You, however, seem to have taken it more to heart than either of your two friends.
“You're right, I can't still be in love with someone who doesn't notice me or gives me mixed signals!” you said, nodding convincingly.
Carmen opened her eyes wide, looking surprised. “Huh?” she said, looking at Jiwoo, who had almost dropped her fork and was staring at her with her mouth open. “Yn, what? What are you talking about?”
“That's the right thing to do! In this way, I can always have him by my side as a friend, and I won't suffer for love or anything like that,” you said, nodding your head and putting a piece of tomato from your salad in your mouth.
“Thanks, Jiwoo!” you said with a determined smile, giving her a thumbs up.
However, as you ate your food, Carmen shot Jiwoo a side-eye, who just scratched the back of her neck, stunned by what had just happened.
The plan you came up with and dubbed “falling out of love for the greater good” ( and no, despite being an art student, you weren't feeling very inspired that day) consisted of putting some distance between Youngjae and yourself for a few days. Not too many (because you were suffering without talking to him yourself), but you needed it if you wanted to fall out of love. You were aware that neither Carmen nor Jiwoo were too convinced, but you felt it was best for everyone.
So, every time Youngjae looked at you, you quickly looked away without even smiling at him; every time he tried to get close to you, you ran away or made up some silly excuse to do so. You didn't seek him out, nor did you text him. And even when Youngjae sent you a “hi, everything okay? :3” on Kakaotalk, you only replied with a curt “yes, thank you.”
Deep down, it hurt a little. Your heart ached when you felt Youngjae's bewildered gaze on your back, or when you imagined that he might be hurt by your curt replies.
It's best for both of us, you thought. Most likely, he didn't like you, so you were simply saving yourself from a broken heart and from losing a friendship that you valued above all else.
Everything seemed to go according to plan. You ignored him almost all the time, and by not seeing him, you thought you had stopped liking him at least a little.
Although it should be noted that small things have begun to appear on your desk since then. One day, there was a carton of milk with a note that said, “Please take care of yourself.” The next day, a little whale keychain you had been wanting for quite a long time appeared on the table. It was strange, you knew it, but somehow it made you happy. Maybe you even had a secret admirer? Who knows. (And even if deep down you wished it had been Youngjae who had gifted you all this, you didn't think it was him).
However, the following Tuesday soon arrived, the day you had your painting club, and as always, Youngjae came to take you home. He hadn't missed a single day since you started walking home together. He would pick you up after his last math class and walk you home while you laughed or, if it was summer, ate watermelon popsicles while talking.
It was your favorite time of the week. Or at least it used to be.
When you left, you didn't expect to see him there, not after ignoring him for most of the week. But there he was, leaning against the wall, his backpack slung over one shoulder, with that lost look he always had after math drove him crazy (as he said, there were too many letters and too few numbers).
“Youngjae.” You blurted out in surprise, stopping dead in your tracks.
He smiled at you, as if it were a normal Tuesday. “Hello, yn,” he said, waving his hand at you. “How was art club?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Fine.” You answered dryly, but Youngjae didn’t give up.
“I bought you something,” he said, taking a watermelon popsicle out of his backpack and handing it to you.
You looked at it, then glanced out the window at the weather. It was raining.
“Youngjae, it's cold...,” you said, staring at the popsicle, because you knew that if you looked at him, your whole plan would fall apart.
He let out a soft laugh, scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Yeah. Sorry about that, I couldn't think of anything better than this. If you don't want it, I can eat it myself, no problem...”
But he didn't have time to finish his sentence, because the popsicle was already in your hands, a little sweaty from nerves. "No need. They're always welcome.“ You nodded, tearing open the wrapper. ”Thanks, Youngjae. See you tomorrow," you said, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. You didn't want to fall for him again, not when you were so “close” to letting him go.
However, he wasn't going to let you go so easily.
“Wait, (yn)!” He called out, jogging over and walking beside you. “Do you have an umbrella?” He asked, a little worried. “It's raining a lot...”
You shook your head, still not wanting to look him in the eyes, so you fixed your gaze on his feet instead. “No, I didn't bring one...” And you now felt a little stupid, because you knew your mother had told you five times that morning to take one, because rain was forecast. You hadn't listened, of course.
You didn't need to look at him to know that he was smiling at you with that usual warmth that always confused you. He just gave you too many mixed signals. “Let me walk you home then.”
The rain didn't let up at any point, and you mentally thanked yourself for being smart enough not to turn down Youngjae's offer, or you would have ended up running in the rain and covering yourself as best you could with your backpack over your head.
The trip was a little uncomfortable; you couldn't deny it. The sound of the bell on your new whale keychain, along with the sound of water hitting the ground, more or less filled the silence you were immersed in.
Your gaze remained on the ground, or sometimes you looked up ahead, watching the streets of Seoul drenched and full of people without umbrellas who ran to a safe place. Truthfully, watching people was always fun. However, even if you were entertained by that, Youngjae's gaze was only on you.
He wanted to talk to you. He really did. But he didn't know how. You were mad at him; he was sure of that. And even though he had done everything, buying you an ice cream, being a gentleman, talking to you, giving you food... You wouldn't budge, and he certainly didn't know what else to do. It was the first time you had been angry like this, not talking to him for almost a week. And Youngjae missed you. He missed hearing you talk and talk to him about nothing in particular, and he missed seeing your eyes staring at him. He missed seeing you, being with you. Man, how he loved you.
“How was your day?” He tried to strike up a conversation.
However, you let it die, because just hearing his voice gave you goosebumps. “Fine, normal.” You shrugged, giving a pretty plain answer.
The boy nodded repeatedly, a bit discouraged by your response. “I'm glad.”
And silence reigned once again. Normally, Youngjae had no problem with being silent. And yet, he couldn't stand this silence. He was beginning to really hate it.
The sound of the bell rang out again, and his gaze was distracted for a moment by the keychain you had put in your backpack. Seeing it there gave him a little joy, because it meant you still cared. “Did you like it?”
“What?” you asked, puzzled.
“The keychain,” Youngjae clarified. “I didn't know if you'd still want it, but I saw it on sale and decided it was worth it,” he added.
What he didn't tell you was that he had spent all of last Thursday searching for the damn keychain in every store imaginable with Dohoon until they found the one you had said you liked. (And that his friend had threatened to throw him out the window if he didn't tell you that he liked you too).
Your eyes opened wide in surprise, and for the first time all afternoon (and in a week), you looked him in the eyes.
And oh, my God. Could they be any more beautiful? You had forgotten what it felt like to see those chocolate-colored eyes, which used to sparkle in the sun. You had forgotten it so much that just seeing him brought a wave of feelings and doubts that would have made you stumble if you hadn't stopped. The boy also stopped when he saw that you had.
“You bought it?” you asked, looking totally surprised. Youngjae nodded breathlessly, as if looking him in the eyes left him totally defenseless. So it had been him after all. But...
“Why?”
Youngjae hesitated, just for a second, bewildered. “Because you're mad at me. I was trying to get you to forgive me.” He tilted his head. Had he misunderstood something, perhaps?
The sentence was simple. Not at all convoluted, quite the opposite. And yet, it made you realize that it was probably the image you had given him. One that was far from reality.
That you were angry with him, when in reality, you were angry with yourself for not being able to forget him completely.
“I'm not angry with you,” you said, without looking away.
Now it was Youngjae's turn to raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Ah.” Silence. “Then why were you ignoring me?”
You looked at him. You observed him. You looked at his light brown hair, which he always wore neatly combed; you looked at his brown eyes, almost black, and wanted to drown in their chocolate sea. Then it was his face, his lips. And, my God, you had forgotten how many times you had imagined kissing him softly over and over again. Those lips were thin and rounded, and when they stretched into a smile, they could make your whole day. His uniform was neatly arranged, just as organized as Youngjae was, and his backpack hung carelessly from his shoulder while his other arm held the black umbrella that sheltered you from the rain.
How could I have been so foolish? You asked yourself internally. It's impossible for me to stop loving Youngjae.
And it was true, because you had grown accustomed to his presence, his smiles, and his soft or loud laughter. You had grown accustomed to seeing him every morning and afternoon, and also to the gentle nudges he gave you when he was having fun. You had grown accustomed to him, to him helping you, to him talking to you, taking care of you, even if he sometimes gave you mixed signals and confused you.
You couldn't change it.
You loved him, and you couldn't change it. You had tried, and it hadn't worked.
Because you fell over and over again.
So, with a quiet voice and the sound of the rain growing louder, you looked into his eyes again, the ones that captivated you so much. Then you spoke loudly enough for him, and only him, to hear you.
It was a confession. Something you had been keeping to yourself for far too long.
synopsis: you help ur friend get together with the guy she writes to 24/7. the only problem is that she lied to him and used your face, name and age. okay maybe another problem is that he did the same.
notes: reader has a given name (yani aka my y/n), reader and keonho are kinda mean to their respective friends, ur friend is me (bcuz im too kyungminpilled), perspective changes (light/dark mode), reader is an overthinker, based on an old shoujo i read, kind of? angst, happy ending, non-idol au, mostly written, first time writing, oneshot
You wait in front of the cafe, hoping to whichever omniscient being there is that your bestfriend didn‘t get catfished. Your bestfriend is unsuspiciously waiting for her dream boy to arrive as well. As a safety measure, you two have decided that your best friend would monitor your meetup and coach you so that he doesn‘t suspect anything.
Time starts going on pretty slow and you feel like you AND your friend got ghosted. While silently mourning the chance of meeting such a pretty boy — speaking of which has just appeared in front of you, panting and out of breath: “Hi.“ he says once he catches his breath.
The guy is the epitome of your type: Cute, childish and charismatic.
“Hey!“ you say relieved.
You both go inside the cafe and order your acai bowls: “One bowl with strawberries, strawberry purée, whey protein, paçoca, and honey please!“ you and ‘Kyungmin‘ say in unison, making the cashier giggle at how similar you two already are.
Waiting for your orders strain into awkward silence - neither of you know nothing about each other. You smile at him politely and he mirrors your actions.
“Nice weather, huh?“ you hear a facepalm from an unnoticable distance.
At this moment, you slightly spiral, believing you‘ve ruined your best friend‘s chances with the love of her life due to your awkwardness. You try to go through the notes your friend gave you before the date to atleast make him not think you/your friend is an unsociable asshole. He seems to be uninterested in engaging conversation whatsoever since he‘s also on his phone and pursing his lips. That‘s it. You‘ve ruined everything. All your friends hard work, all his hard work. You shouldn‘t have agreed to this it was stupid idea of course he wouldn‘t believe this kind of sham of course he would have seen through this bullshit I mean what were you thinking he may have seemed childish but that is STILL a person who is smart enough to know you‘ve LIED YOU‘RE A LIAR A BIG FAT STUPI-
Your bowls arrive and you both leave out a sigh of relief, making the two of you giggle. Laughing the awkward atmosphere off, the boy finally starts a conversation.
“So I heard you play ball?“ he smiles, smiling as if you could fall in love with him at any moment - FOCUS! He‘s interested in YOUR best friend, they have been basically in a LDR since forever. Don‘t ruin this for her.
“Yep!! You too?“ you take a bite of your bowl, ignoring the butterflies you feel as you realize how similar the two of you are.
The conversation flows smoothly afterwards, you talk about multiple topics and end up with silly but also similar thoughts on each topic. You could talk for hours with him and feel it was only a few seconds and this does happen. At the moment you two suddenly realize how late it‘s become. The sun has already set, your best friend is giving you signs and wrting you to finish up, both of your bowls have been empty for a while now and the cafe is cleaning up the place - a sign that they would like to close up. Even with all those factors that give you both reasons to end the day, you don‘t want the day to end, no, you don‘t want this date to end.
“Since you play, do you want to head up to the court before going home?“ your eyes sparkle with excitement with this offer.
On the way to the weather has gotten a bit chilly, making you shiver as a small breeze blows through. He notices and drapes his windbreaker over your shoulders. You look at him and wanted to express gratitude when you notice that he‘s already looking away from you with a stupid proud grin plastered on his face with red ears. It makes you wonder if he‘s embarassed, shy, crushing or simply just cold.
As you arrive at the basketball court, the rush of playing suddenly kicks in - you‘re ready to play. Before the small game between the two of you start though, ‘Kyungmin‘ packs out a bluetooth speaker and connects his phone to it. “I‘m more in the flow when I listen to my favorite artists.“ he chuckles, trying to play it off. Instead of an irritated expression that he expected, you actually seem overjoyed he shares the same mindset.
“Which artists do you listen to?“ you ask him with astonishment screaming in your eyes.
“It varies sometimes Oasis, maybe Radiohead orrr..“ ‘Kyungmin‘ then starts playing “Dominic Fike!!“ you squeal in excitement “I can‘t believe it, this is my favorite song from him.“ “WAIT?? You too???“ he runs his fingers through his hair “Man, the more i know about you, the more I think I was meant for you!“
Hearing him says that brings a shiver down your spine for some reason. It feels like you‘re stealing him away from your best friend but you can‘t disagree that the chemistry between the two of you is there.
Suddenly you notice eyes glancing towards the both of you while playing (or atleast trying to play - you‘re way too out of it to focus) and that‘s the reminder that you needed. Despite the chemistry, you have to let him go because he was never yours in the first place. Gathering all your courage you go over to your best friend (who seems to have gotten acquainted with somebody? nevermind that isn‘t important), drag her to ‘Kyungmin‘ and finally tell the truth:
“Kyungmin, this is Francis. She accidentally sent a photo of me instead of herself, but she is the person you have been talking to since forever. It‘s her personality that you fell in love with and she‘s the one. Francis is your dream girl.“ You step away from the court, embarassed to believe you two could actually happen and apologize again. That‘s the last thing ‘Kyungmin‘ hears from you before you run away.
Running seemed to be the most natural thing for you. Flight or Fight is human instinct after all. Although you could have never chosen fight - I mean, who would sacrifice their friendship for a boy? Not you, that‘s for sure.
You can‘t help it, but tears slowly start dropping while running away. There‘s a slight pain in your chest that you just can‘t seem to get, as if no medicine in the entire world could ever heal this pain you feel. The sadness hits you in waves, the next one bigger than the one before until it‘s as huge as a tsunami that could drown you in sorrow and drown your hopes and dreams with it. Being so focused from your crying, you hadn‘t noticed the small gap on the trail, which made you trip. Like a salt to a wound, you go from small sobs to uncontrollable wailing in an instant. It reminds you of the little kid who got hurt from playing, crying and sniffling, wishing someone would come over and help you - maybe take you away and comfort you with such softness and love. But you know that would never happen. You always knew.
No one would help you. Just like nobody did when you were a little girl, helpless, alone, unlovable.
You curl up into a ball due to all the pain you‘ve suffered this entire date. And keep weeping.
Just then, you feel a tap on your shoulder - it‘s ‘Kyungmin‘. He seems worried and concerned. Out of breath and panting, he blurts out “Finally. I found you.“ before trying to catch his breath again. You‘re confused. Why is he here? He should have been with Francis. Oh god did he leave her? To chase after you? Did a guy go in between your friendship?
He lets out another huge sigh before giving you a tight hug, as if if he let you go, you would fly away or disappear into thin air. He‘s warm. His hug gives you a sense of comfort. Although you‘re unsure if you should hug back, still worried as to why he ran to you and leaving your best friend alone. At that moment, your best friend is also walking towards you with that mystery acquaintance at the court earlier as well. It seems like you missed a chapter.
Before you get that explanation ‘Kyungmin‘ checks on your wounds, tends to them and questions you if you‘re okay. You nod before he wraps you into a hug again. He helps you off the ground and brings you to a park bench to take a seat. “I haven‘t been totally honest to you either.“ he looks away ashamed “We kinda did the same thing you guys did.“ Your eyes widen at the revelation. Francis intervenes as to hope to not make it awkward “The guy right next to me is the real Kyungmin. We were both scared for some reason and thought we wouldn‘t like the other.“
“Ahhhh this is embarassing. Can we just start off fresh?“ ‘Kyung- no this total stranger asks you. But is he a total stranger? More like your soulmate. Yeah. Your soulmate asks you.
So you answer. “I‘m Yani. I like acai, playing basketball and Dominic Fike. But I also like more things and you‘ll know it soon enough once we get to know each other.“
“Keonho. I‘m Ahn Keonho. I like all those things too but I‘d like to get you more better. I‘m sure we‘re more similar than we think.“ He finally smiles again. God that smile. This time, you‘re glad because you know you can fall in love with him - no consequences.
a/n: highkey this is the reason why i started the sean smau bcuz i needed a little distraction while writing this. tbh im not that satisfied since there were so many things i wanted to add but didnt know how to place it in but i felt like this was a fine first try. i do hope you guys like this and i will continue the sean smau soon!!
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