authors note: hi! i decided to post after a long time, until we meet again :3
PS. i love beomgyu sm he makes my head spin😵💫
— playing games on the floor of his room
he’s laying half on top of you, controller in one hand, head resting on your chest like you are his gaming chair. he keeps trash-talking the screen but pauses every few seconds to smile when you laugh. “you’re distracting me,” he mumbles, lifting his chin to look at you, all pouty. “stop being so cute, i’m trying to win.” spoiler: he loses on purpose.
— late night facetimes
he never hangs up first. ever. it’s 2:37am and neither of you are really talking anymore, just trading sleepy glances while your phones balance on pillows. “don’t go to sleep yet,” he whispers even though his eyes are already fluttering closed. his camera keeps slipping but he doesn’t care. you hear a soft “love you,” just before it goes quiet.
— walking together in the cold
beomgyu refuses to wear a proper coat but he will shove his cold hands down the sleeves of yours. “you’re warm, you’re mine,” he says smugly, trapping your hand inside his like it’s a little furnace. when the wind hits too hard, he stops walking just to fix your hood and tug you into his side. “if you get sick, i’m making you soup. just water and a single hot dog. don’t test me.”
— talking during movies
he’s the worst person to watch anything with. he won’t stop making fun of the characters and whispering commentary in your ear like he’s got the director’s cut. “that’s so unrealistic. i would never die for a girl, unless she was you. and maybe had fries.” but when you look over to shush him, he’s already looking at you, not the screen. every time.
— when you’re upset
he doesn’t even ask what’s wrong at first. just pulls you into his arms and sits there holding you like the air’s too heavy. beomgyu goes quiet in moments like that—lets his hands do the talking, stroking your back, smoothing over your hair. “you don’t have to be okay right now,” he says eventually, forehead against yours. “just stay here. just be here with me.”
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jo is walking beside you in the quiet night, hands shoved in his pockets, heart full to the brim. it’s late—past midnight now—and your place is in the complete opposite direction of his. but he doesn’t mention it. not when you offered to call a cab, not when you gently reminded him that his house was the other way. he just shook his head and smiled, shrugging off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders when he saw you shiver.
now your hands are brushing every now and then as you walk side by side, your laughter still lingering in the air from something he said a few blocks ago.
you’re wearing his jacket. you’re smiling up at him.
and still, jo’s not sure.
at your doorstep, you turn to face him under the soft yellow glow of the porch light, your lips tugging into a sleepy smile as you clutch the jacket a little tighter.
“thanks for walking me,” you say. “even though your house is the other way.”
jo shrugs, a little bashful, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say.
your hair looks beautiful in this lighting, he thinks. and your eyes are shining as you look up at him. and your lips—
jo immediately looks away. blood rushes to his face, and when he meets your eyes again, your eyebrows are slightly raised. you definitely noticed.
he straightens up, clearing his throat. “goodnight,” he whispers, almost apologetically. “i’ll… um… see you tomorrow.”
he turns and starts walking, fists clenched like he’s scolding himself for even thinking he had a chance.
“jo,” you call out.
he stops and looks back at you, a little confused, like he’s sure he imagined your voice.
you take a few steps forward. and before he can even turn to face you fully, your hands slip into the collar of his shirt and tug him down just slightly—just enough for your lips to meet his.
his hands hover for a moment before settling at your waist—gentle, unsure. he tilts his head, kissing you back like he’s afraid he’ll wake up. and in his mind, he swears—if this is a dream, he’s going to make the most of it.
you pull away to catch your breath, only to be met with his wide, starry eyes. completely lovestruck. you can’t help it—you kiss him again, this time slower, deeper. your fingers thread through his hair, your other hand tugging at the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. jo melts into you, lips barely parted, too caught up to remember how to breathe.
then suddenly—beep.
you both flinch at the sharp noise, instinctively pulling apart.
jo stands frozen. hair tousled. lips pink and kiss-bitten. eyes dazed like he doesn’t even know what just happened. he doesn’t realize where the sound came from until he notices you glancing down.
his smartwatch is blinking. ‘abnormal heart rate detected.’
blood rushes to his face as makes a flimsy attempt to hide his wrist behind his back.
“...it—it does that sometimes,” he stammers, clearly lying. “it’s… probably broken.”
you laugh, eyes twinkling. “or maybe it works completely fine.”
you press the jacket into his arms before slipping inside, leaving him frozen on your front step, holding his own coat and a still-beeping watch.
can I please request ur bf introducing u to the others? 💚 any member, whichever u want! I’m obsessed with ur work thank u in advance nini
ෆ NCT RYO ෆ 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist
summary; bf ryo introducing you to his members for the very first time (after talking about you non stop ofcourse hihi)
genre; fluff, teenage relationship
warnings; mentions of pda, friendly & jokingly teasing from the other members,
notes; HERE’S A RYO ONE FOR ALL MY RYO GIRLIES!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!! i did not proofread sorry
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if you ask sakuya, he wouldn’t even know when the last time he and ryo talked about new video games, their fav ice cream flavors or anything other than.. you! for weeks on end all he has to hear about is you. how cute you are, how good you smell, how soft your hands are, how funny your jokes are etc etc anything coming out of ryo’s mouth is uhhh.. you guessed it; you!!!!
he can’t help it, he doesn’t even realise it half of the time. you’re always on his mind and at the moments you’re not, you’ll pop up eventually. could be literally anything, sion talking about craving coffee and suddenly he’s wondering if you had a coffee yet today. safe to say this guy is on cloud nine.
his members know quite a bit about you, thanks to your bf and his endless yapping. but they have only seen your face on pictures and videos. you’ve been to the dorm before but never when the others were around, you always went out for dates and fun activities instead of hanging out at home. correction; hanging out at home when ryo’s hyungs were around. he’s just shy, not because he’s afraid they won’t like you or the other way around but he’s very new to this whole thing. you’re his first serious relationship and he doesn’t want to rush things out of excitement. obviously he wants you to meet his friends and he is more than eager to introduce you to his hyungs too but it always felt a little too.. soon maybe.
he also didn’t want to overwhelm you with the idea of having to meet 5 new people, 5 very important individuals in your boyfriends life actually. he brought it up a few times and to his surprise you were very excited to meet his friends but he himself needed a little more time to get used to the idea. like can you blame him? it’s not just funky little sakuya he has to introduce you to, he’s not worried about saku at all. but his older hyungs tho. it’s not that he’s scared, he just doesn’t want his friends to treat him like a baby when he’s around you because cmon he’s 17, not 9 (try telling sion and riku tho) usually he doesn’t mind his friends their playfulness but he wants to make it a good first impression. for both you and also for his hyungs to see he’s not a little kid and actually very .. manly.
after endless nagging of the others asking him when you’re coming over, the day was finally there. he told you he’d come pick you up from the station close to their home. he wanted to make sure you were comfortable upon arrival and he didn’t want you to walk in alone. he made sure the others were dressed properly and all wearing pants (iykyk) the couch was clean and free of random objects and most importantly he had a few bottles of your fav drink in the fridge!!! what could possibly go wrong? it was just a fun little hang out, just like any other day!
“i’m out!!! yn’s here” ryo yelled as he was putting on his shoes, a weird noise that sounded like an excited yelp came from the living room together with multiple voices all at once, trying to outdo the others; “it’s happening!!!” “be quick” “don’t stay out, come back immediately!” laughter filled the room as ryo rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue; “so loud, please just..- be normal” the sight of his friends all uncontrollably laughing and clearly excited for what’s to come made him turn around in his spot and almost regret every life decision he made (not you, you’re the best decision ever) shaking his head as a deep sigh left his mouth; “we’ll be cool, don’t worry” sion says as shushes the others to calm down, trying to suppress his giggles.
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“just ignore them if they get too annoying” ryo said as he unlocked the door; “it’ll be ok don’t worry” you giggle, your bf dramatically sighing opening the door for you to walk in first. it was oddly quiet, only the muffled sound of small voices and the tv playing a random show. you look at ryo, who’s putting your shoes next to his in the little rack, after his little prayer and a reassuring smile from you he took your hand in his, softly kissing the back of your hand, pulling you in, towards the living room where the others were ‘patiently’ waiting. they all sat in an almost questionable well mannered position; back straightened, hands on their lap, shoulders back, all 5 in a row next to each other. “they’re here,” - “sshh be quiet” you walked in with ryo, immediately smiling upon seeing his friends, all trying to suppress their giggles; “agh-? wha-? ya! what’ru doing,” ryo whined; already sensing their playful moods; “welcome ryo-nim, lady yn-nim,” jaehee jokes in a deep voice, mimicking a butler as he stood up, greeting you with a bow, followed by the others, now failing to keep their laughs to themselves; “ya! stop that!” your bf squeals, you laugh at the way his friends throw themselves on him, pulling him away from you in the process. he whines, but secretly (not so secretly) laughing along with the others, clearly used to the chaos and sudden attacks.
“are you done?” your bf says as he gets freed from their grip, “we are, thank you very much” sion says with a satisfied sigh, giggling when his eyes lock with yours, now finally acknowledging your presence as well; “hi” he slightly bows, the rest following the oldest, all greeting you. “i promise we’re usually very normal” jaehee says, giving you a big smile; “no you’re not, don’t lie” your bf argues; side eyeing his friends; “it’s ok,” you giggle- “eh!? ok?” ryo’s head swings to the side, betrayal written all over his face but quickly softening back to his usual smile, “it’s not ok, don’t pick sides yet yn,” he jokes, pointing his finger at you (jokingly) shaking his head in disbelief, earning laughs from everyone in the room.
after ‘properly’ introducing you to his friends, which was just pointing at each of the guys as he said their names and some awkward, giggly bows being exchanged between you all, you decided on a classic, good old take out and movie night!! you were sat between your bf and jaehee, the latter asking you questions to get a conversation started in hopes to make you feel more comfortable and relaxed. just some small talk like your favorite movies, songs and books as the others were discussing what movie to watch because in jaehee’s wise words; “it’s better to not get involved in picking a movie”.
you can’t help the adrenaline still rushing through your body, you loved the playful atmosphere but the mix of nerves and excitement is still very much there. you were very pleased to find out that you actually had quite some things in common with jaehee. ryo has (obviously) told you lots of things about his group of friends, so you already knew about jaehee’s personality and interests in certain things but you’re still very happy to hear about his hobbies and things he likes from himself.
just as you were talking about a new book you started reading recently you got interrupted by sakuya; “yn, tell your bf we have to watch narnia” he said, pointing at ryo next to you. your eyes went from sakuya, to ryo, back to sakuya, startled by the sudden eyes on you; “wh-what?” - “we want to watch narnia but ryo wants to watch karate kid, again” the youngest stated; “no no, saku wants to watch narnia, there’s no we in this” riku laughs, “see!! no one wants to watch narnia” ryo argues; “no one wants to watch karate kid either!!” sakuya fires back, jumping up from his seat for the dramatic effect, pointing at your bf as sion pulls him back down, laughing; “maybe we can let yn decide what she wants to watch” he says, now holding sakuya in his grip to prevent further damage.
“oh- uh- i don’t really mind what movie we watch” you said; “i like everythi-“ - “she likes karate kid more” ryo interrupted, laughing as he covered your mouth with his hand. “no! that’s unfair!!!!” sakuya yelled, trying to free himself from his hyungs arms; “objection!”
you laughed, pulling away ryo’s hand from your mouth, his naturally intertwining with yours in the act, which doesn’t go unnoticed by yushi and riku, who excitedly point at your hands, quietly ooh’ing at the sight. sion shushes the two, giggling as he pulls back their hands. you were a bit too caught up in the whole back and forth between sakuryo to even notice the others, until your bf suddenly pulls away his hand, abruptly stopping mid sentence, as he sighs at the sight of the teasing laughter of his hyungs. “agh, ya- stop..“ he whines, sitting back in his seat, crossing his arms; “ok fine we’ll watch narnia” you can’t help but join the others in their laughter, seeing your bf so cutely embarrassed, giving in to sakuya’s choice in an attempt to change the swift of the moment, to which the youngest excitedly jumped up in celebration, completely unaware of the situation, only focused on the joy of getting his way (again haha)
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when the food arrived, ryo’s previous shyness was long forgotten as he jumps off his seat next to you, racing sakuya to the door to get the food from the delivery man. you were still seated next to jaehee, with whom you were chatting with again, who bursts out into laughter seeing the two youngest run to the door; “someone’s hungry” he laughs; “yn don’t you feed him?” sion jokes, laughing, you mimic his smile, giggling at the sight; “clearly not enough”
pizza, chicken, fries, a side of tteokbokki and even some spaghetti was all spread out over the whole table. ryo told you his friends are all big eaters and they love to enjoy food together, so you were not surprised by the amount of yummy things they picked out. you can really tell they are foodies by the way they’re all seated and ready to serve themselves. in an almost automatic manner the youngest 3 sit down on the floor, infront of the couch, while the oldest 3 get comfortable behind them. plates are getting passed by, some napkins find their way to you along with a pair of chopsticks, that sion already separated for you.
you sit and watch everything happen infront of you, just smiling to yourself. several; “wahh this looks so good!” - “look at the pizza!!!” - “i’m so hungry” fill the room as the movie starts playing. “yn give me your plate” ryo says, taking your plate from you, handing it back with a little bit of each dish. “can you give me some fries?” yushi asks your bf, holding out his plate; “no, get it yourself” he answers, to which yushi dropped his arm, pouting in disbelief. you pushed your bf, who was seated infront of you; “just give him some fries, he asked nicely” taking yushi’s plate from him, you handed it over to your bf, nudging him forward to plate some fries, who did so without hesitation, receiving laughs from the others. “i don’t think he ever obeyed any of sionnie hyung’s orders like this” jaehee laughs, “i don’t think i have the same power as yn” sion giggles, receiving a side eye from your bf, you only smile, blushing. “thank you” yushi says softly when you hand back his plate. “oh ofc no worries”
you can’t deny that you felt very nervous upon coming here but the atmosphere is just very casual and comfortable. all the guys are chill and friendly with you and each other and you can really see why you’re bf is so close with his group. each of them share the same fun and friendly personality as ryo, all in their own ways. same way the guys feel very relaxed around you, your sweet and warm personality is very nice and inviting.
ever since you finished the food, you have been mingled in a conversation with riku and sion, talking about literally anything that came to mind, from your childhood memories to your school experiences, you all shared your own stories as the others listened and added to the conversation whenever something came up. it was all fun and laughter, getting to know each other. “when ryo first told us he had a gf i expected someone completely different,” sion says; “yeah it lowkey feels like i’ve known you for a while already” riku added; “that’s because ryo only talked about yn for the past weeks” sion laughs; “literally non stop!” riku shakes his head, giggling; “but it’s cute tho, i can see why he likes you so much” he adds. you can’t help the heat rushing to your face as you laugh, “well he talks about you guys a lot too” - “yeah but that’s different tho” sion says; “i genuinely hope he doesn’t look as love struck when he talks about us like he does with you” he laughs, riku joining in; “he really does, it’s so cute” you let out a giggle, by now you’re sure your cheeks are as red as a tomato. you can’t help the blush on your face, thinking about the way ryo clearly isn’t shy to express his feelings for you to his friends.
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the rest of the night was spent with more snacks, music and laughter. you all decided on a game of truth and dare ‘but without the dares’ by riku’s amazing description. “so basically just truth?” yushi said; “basically yes” you found out sakuya has a collection of merch from a very popular kdrama, jaehee is scared of spiders, riku had a childhood crush on his neighbours daughter, sion is afraid of heights, yushi can’t sleep without hugging something and to your surprise your boyfriends friends have many things and random facts about your bf that you didn’t know about yet. it’s mostly just cute, slightly embarrassing stuff that your bf kept from you for a reason, not yet feeling the need to fully expose himself but that won’t stop his friends from exposing his ‘not so chalant’ attitude. you can only laugh as you see the chaos returning during the game, everyone is laughing and pillows are being thrown at each other.
time flies by, you look over at your ryo, who’s playing games with sakuya, yushi sitting next to the two. you have seen ryo gaming before but it warms your heart seeing him play with his friends. you sit back, just quietly observing the others as they were all doing their own thing. your bf looked over at you, smiling as he saw you were already looking his way as well. he dropped his controller in yushi’s hands as he got up from his spot, making his way over to you; “hi” he said as he sits down next to you, you return his smile; “hey” you shift in your spot, leaning against the arm rest, facing your bf. ryo lets out a deep sigh, his hand slighty brushing over your leg, looking at you with batted eyes; “what?” you ask, giggling, “nothing, you just look pretty” he takes your hand; “thank you for coming over, i think they really like you” he says, fidgeting with your fingers. “they’re nice, i’m happy i came” you smiled, intertwining your hand with his.
“ryo! it’s your turn!” saku yells; “ryo! quick!” - “just play his round for him saku” sion says, calming down the younger one, looking at the two of you with a warm but slightly teasing smile. ryo throws his head down, avoiding his hyung’s gaze, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. you giggle, nudging his side as he looks back up at you, eyes filled with love and adoration. you brush your hand through his hair, eyes closed as he leans in to your touch, another deep sigh coming from his lips. he leans down, body softly resting against yours, arms loosely draped around your waist, yours finding their way around his neck, hugging him close to you; “sionnie hyung is going to tease me so much tomorrow” he says laughing, hiding his face in your chest.
you felt very happy in this very moment, you were grateful your bf invited you over to meet his friends and you were more than thankful his friends welcomed you so warmly. you can tell they all love each other deeply. you can tell the way sion takes his role as the oldest one very serious, always making sure no one is feeling left out, his gestures and acts of services showing his pure and caring heart. riku, who’s young by heart and his playful side blends in perfectly with the rest of the group. yushi, who needed a little time to get loose but as the night went by you could clearly tell he was just as bubbly as the others, maybe even more. jaehee, who’s so warm hearted and kind it’s so enduring to see him and his permanent smile. and sakuya, ryo’s bestest friend, who’s so loved by the others, freely being his truest self. it’s a group full of warmth and love, one you wish your bf will always be with.
contains: comfort / established relationship / college student
word count: ~500 not proof read
you weren’t expecting him until next friday.
you’d made peace with that. schedules were packed, your finals had been a mess, and neither of you wanted to make it harder by adding guilt on top of everything else. beomgyu had even said it himself—"i’ll come once you’re done. we’ll celebrate then."
and now he’s here.
on your living room floor.
eating hot fries.
you’re soaked from walking across campus in the rain, headphones still in, the zipper on your hoodie stuck halfway down. your backpack is about to slip off your shoulder. your brain hasn’t even registered that your final is over yet.
“what,” is all you manage.
beomgyu looks up like you caught him doing something mildly embarrassing. “hey.”
you blink. “you weren’t supposed to be here.”
“yeah,” he says, setting the bag of chips down slowly, “i know.”
you don’t move.
he pulls his hood down, gives you a weird little shrug. “i landed a few hours ago. figured if i told you, you’d talk me out of it.”
your backpack thuds to the floor. “because we agreed you’d come next week.”
“yeah.” he nods. “we did.”
you stare at him. “so what changed?”
he hesitates, then glances at your hands—shaking slightly, the way they do when you're on your last ounce of energy—and back up at your face.
“you sounded really tired yesterday,” he says simply. “and i just… didn’t want you to be alone after your last exam.”
you close your eyes. your throat tightens unexpectedly.
“i’m fine,” you say.
he doesn’t push. “i know.”
“you didn’t have to—”
“i know.”
you stand there for a second, hoodie dripping onto the hardwood, trying to decide what you’re supposed to feel. angry? embarrassed? grateful? you settle for nothing. or maybe everything. it’s hard to tell.
“you’re gonna get sick sitting on the floor,” you mutter finally, walking past him and shrugging off your hoodie.
“i brought a blanket,” he says like that fixes it.
you toss your hoodie onto your desk chair and crouch down next to him. he reaches out like he’s not sure if he should—then pulls you into him without asking.
your head hits his shoulder. your whole body sinks.
his hand rubs your back. slow. steady.
you don’t say anything for a while. the room’s quiet except for the rain against the window and the occasional rustle of the blanket as he shifts to keep you warm.
when you finally speak, your voice is low. “how long are you staying?”
“few days,” he says. “more if you need.”
you nod.
“you gonna cry?” he asks, not unkindly.
you scoff. “probably later.”
he nods too. “i’ll be here.”
you believe him.
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a/n. happy riku dayyyy my cutie is 22 now ㅠㅠ sorry this is literally so short
THE FIRST TIME YOU MET RIKU was while hanging out with your friends. you were busy chatting when sion called out riku’s name, signalling for him to join you guys on the table. riku was easy to talk to, even if you had just met — something about him was so comfortable.
more under the cut!
after the small meeting with riku, you found yourself thinking about him days after you met, wishing you’d see him again. but it was the sort of wish that could easily come true since most of your friends were friends with him.
you took matters into your own hands, taking it out of the ones who would bring you two together. you asked sion for riku’s number and before you knew it, the two of you were texting daily; sending each other messages throughout the day, telling each other good mornings and good nights, even subtly flirting. you one month ago would’ve never thought this could’ve happened, even in another universe.
YOUR FIRST HANGOUT WITH RIKU was less a hangout and more of a date. at least that’s what riku thought.
“isn’t this like a date?” he asked, sipping on his coffee. of course, you’d like to think that it was a date, but you’d never tell him that. the way he brought it up so easily almost had you choking on your cake (that riku had ordered for you)
“date?” you uttered the word like it was a curse. “i think you’re just in love with me, riku.” once you heard what you said, you were taken aback by your own words. because if anything, you were in love with him.
“yeah, you’re right.” or maybe the feeling was mutual.
YOUR FIRST DATE WITH RIKU was at his favorite udon shop, the one he always said that he’d bring you to one day. and of course, riku was the one who paid.
“i always told you that i’d bring you here, it's only fair that i pay.” he was already getting his wallet out, taking out his card. “i’ll pay for this one. you can pay for the next one.” he said, giving the cashier his card.
“next one?” you looked up at him, tilting your head at the thought. “you want me that bad?” but honestly, you wanted him bad too.
“mhm,” he hummed, “i know you do too, so don’t pretend, silly.”
THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED RIKU was while you were at his place. he had been busy for the past five minutes, rambling on about how every time he played team games with sakuya he’d lose when he fell silent, lips pouted and sulking. with the way he sat slightly slouched with his head hung low, it was impossible to hold yourself back from your impulses. you kissed him.
it wasn’t for very long, it was just a peck but it brought him out of his moping. he stared at you with his eyes wide, mouth slightly open. he would’ve gone and kissed you back but you were rudely interrupted by sakuya who was standing in the door frame.
“you guys need to lock the door next time.” he said, his face in a twist of disgust. “also, i heard what you said, riku.” he walked away, closing the door as he went.
but riku didn’t care that sakuya heard what he said. firstly, it was the truth, and secondly, the love of his life was just kissing him a second ago.
YOUR FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH RIKU was spent together at the same place where you had your first date.
“kuri, i’m starting to realize that i haven’t paid for a single date.” for the whole of your relationship, riku was the one who paid for every date.
“it’s our anniversary, that means i should pay, though.” he finished the rest of his food before getting up to go and pay, you followed closely behind. “you can pay for the next anniversary.” riku looked at you and smiled, knowing that it drove you mad that he never let you pay.
“next anniversary? riku, seriously. let me pay.” you scrambled through your bag for your wallet. “you’ve spent thousands on me ‘cause you never let me pay. it’s not fair, baby.”
“you know i don’t care about how much i spend when it’s for you, y/n.” he pinched your cheek,. “don’t worry about it, cutie.”
genre: fluff / comfort / slice of life / pining / soft romance / gender neutral reader warnings: none. just soft and a little bit chaotic.
you hadn’t planned on spending your saturday in a nearly empty convenience store, but here you are — standing in front of the ramen aisle with a hood half-soaked from the unexpected downpour and jaehyun next to you, reading instant noodle labels like it’s life or death.
“you’re taking this very seriously,” you murmur, arms crossed.
he doesn’t even look up. “you can’t just pick any ramen. there’s science behind it.”
you blink. “science.”
he finally looks at you, deadpan. “spice level, texture, time-to-softness ratio. you think this is a joke?”
you snort. “i think you’re being dramatic over cup noodles.”
“wow,” he says, tossing one into your basket with a hand over his heart. “disrespect.”
it’s always like this with jaehyun — sarcastic, dry humor laced with just enough charm to make you forget you’re supposed to be annoyed. even now, in the fluorescent lighting with the faint buzz of the fridge behind you, he still manages to look unfairly good: hoodie pulled up over dark hair, sleeves pushed to the elbows, hands casually stuffed in his pockets when he’s not play-fighting over snacks.
“you’re lucky i even agreed to come with you,” you say, nudging his shoulder as you both wander down the aisle.
“you literally texted me first,” he replies without missing a beat.
“to say i was bored.”
“which is code for ‘i missed you.’”
you roll your eyes, but your cheeks betray you — and he sees it. he always sees it. jaehyun doesn’t push, though. he just smiles to himself, like that tiny win is enough for now.
you end up back at your place because the rain hasn’t let up, and jaehyun shrugs like, guess i live here now. he’s sitting cross-legged on your floor while you wait for the ramen to cook, flipping through your phone like it’s his.
“you have terrible music taste,” he announces.
“you’re lucky i don’t kick you out.”
“you wouldn’t. it’s cold out there. and i’m charming.”
you pretend to gag but end up laughing, and somehow, the tension that’s always lightly humming between you — that maybe-is-this-more feeling — rises just a notch.
when the noodles are ready, he insists on feeding you the first bite.
“say ah.”
“you’re a menace.”
but you do it anyway, and he grins like it’s the best thing that’s happened to him all day.
later, when the rain is still falling and you’re both sprawled on the floor, bowls long empty and some random playlist echoing softly, he looks over at you.
“so... if this were a date, hypothetically, would it be a good one?”
you glance over at him. the way he’s looking at you — soft, playful, hopeful in that quiet, boyish way — makes your heart do something reckless.
“hypothetically?” you echo.
“hypothetically.”
you smile. “yeah. best date i’ve ever had.”
he grins, turning his head back to the ceiling.
“cool,” he says. “we should do more hypotheticals, then.”
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热爱 ★ said i would never fall, unless it you i fall into
니시무라 리키 & fem!reader wc: 2451 ◜ᯅ◝ high school AU slow burn-ish emotional tension miscommunication stubborn idiot riki (kind o a jerk) mention of academic stress some light angst
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MANA: pls unflop me guys i beg oh and thank you @ykitslu for requesting this ^^ AND THANK YOU YIN FOR PROOF READING MWAH
Riki was never the type to fall fast.
And that was no lie.
The whole school knew that, girls would try - putting small notes in his locker, confessions at the school gym. He'd just brush them off with a polite nod or a quiet ''sorry''. So they eventually started giving up with grand gestures and just admired from afar.
But it wasn’t because he was cold-hearted.
No - it was because Riki found no point in love.
''It's stupid,'' he once told Jungwon with a scoff during lunch. ''How do you even know someone’s being real? Like, you look at someone and just know they’re the one? That doesn’t even make sense.''
''You're just scared,'' Jungwon had joked, nudging him with an elbow.
But Riki had gone quiet. Not defensive. Just, firm.
He wasn’t scared. He was just done believing in something so fragile - so easily faked.
After that, he never thought about the idea again.
No crushes. No lingering stares. No butterflies.
Nothing.
Well…
That was until high school.
Because high school brought you.
And you didn’t even try.
At first it was nothing, you were just a new face, one of Sunoo's old friends.
But then you started showing up everywhere.
You were in most of his classes, his neighborhood, and his mind, at all times.
Weird, not like he liked you or anything.
Then it happened at lunch, when you smiled a bit too hard at one of the jokes someone made at your guys' table.
He stopped midway a bit of his sandwich, his stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with cafeteria food.
But who was he to listen to his heart?
He decided to stick to his moms food instead.
Just as if the universe knew, Riki got paired up with you on a stupid school project. Of all people. You. On a subject he hated, too.
History.
He'd rather stand on one leg the whole day than to write some ten page essay about a person that doesn't even exist anymore.
You tapped your pencil against your notebook. ''We could do it on the French Revolution. That one's at pretty dramatic.''
He stared at you a second longer than necessary. ''Sure the Eiffel towers pretty cool.''
You blinked, then shook your head. ''That happened after the revolution, in 1887.''
And he grinned. Actually grinned. Like a real one - not his usual smirk or polite curve of the lips. ''Okay nerd.''
But he quickly snapped out of it, what the heck?
As time passed on, he didn't know what was more disturbing: the fact you made him laugh, twice.. Or that he wanted to make you laugh again like you did at Sunoo's jokek the other day. Desperately. Like some dog trying to earn a treat from it's owner.
Every time you smiled at him, it felt like something heavy shifted in his chest. Every time you leaned over to show him your notes, he had to remind himself to breathe like a normal human being.
Why was he sitting up straighter?
Why was he nodding like he was actually interested in The Reign of Terror?
Why was he googling “how to write a bibliography” at 1AM when he literally never did homework on time?
Oh no. Oh no no no.
Riki Nishimura was trying. For a group project. For you.
This was bad.
But the worst part? He didn’t even mind.
Riki knew he was in real trouble when your face would show up on his ceiling.
He was being so embarrasing it even made him cringe.
Like for instance when he tried to offer his umbrella on a rainy day to you, but when you said that he would get soaked, he quickly cut you off with a 'I don't care.''
But what was worse than public humiliation to Nishimura Riki?
His ego betraying him.
Because he was starting to look for you everytime you weren't with the group.
In the hallways. At your locker. On lunch breaks. Sometimes near your house or the convenience store.
And it pissed him off. Because since when did he care about someone liking him back?
He wasn’t supposed to. He’d sworn off that whole mess. Feelings? Affection? Vulnerability?
Absolutely not.
But now?
He reread you texts, pacing in his room, wondering if your ''lmao'' meant if you really were laughing based on what he said and your humor level. He was bringing extra pens in case you forgot yours again, which you always did. Riki never brought pens, ever. He was staying up late to work on the project so ''you wouldn't worry about your grade.''
He was.. Caring?
And you didn't even know.
You didn’t know that when you bumped shoulders with him and laughed like it was nothing, he had to physically stop himself from reacting like a middle schooler with a crush.
You didn’t know that you were slowly, steadily, completely destroying him.
Bit by bit. Smile by smile.
It was stupid, so stupid.
You were laughing with some guy from the basketball team outside the cafeteria, and Riki told himself it didn’t matter.
He told himself you were just talking. That you were allowed to smile like that. That you smiled like that at everyone.
But then the guy touched your arm. Lightly. Casually. Familiar.
And that was it.
Something inside Riki just snapped.
It wasn't jealousy. No - jealousy was messy, childish. This was worse. This was panic. This was every wall he’d built crumbling under one tiny, innocent moment. This was every feeling he’d buried just to drag himself to this.
He didn't think, he just walked.
You turned when you spotted him from the corner of your eye. But you were completely caught off guard when he gently grabbed your arms. ''Riki?''
''Can we talk?'' he said, eyes narrowed and tone so sharp it almost made you fear of what he would say next.
The guy looked between you two awkwardly and just left as Riki pulled you to the side of the building, where it was a bit more quiet.
''Okay.. What's going on?..''
He didn't answer right away, his fingers were twitching at his sides, curled into fists as if it would ground him.
''I don't get it.'' he said after a beat.
You raised your brows, arms crossed. ''Get what?''
''You'' he blurted out, tone frustrated but not to you, more to himself. ''This. Whatever you've been doing to me.''
You blinked, confused of which turn this conversation was taking, you could feel your heartbeat increasing a bit too fast.
''I was fine before. Like, really fine. I didn't care about people, or love, or any of that corny stuff. But then you came along with your dumb flower doodles and your weird French Revolution facts and your - your laugh.''
You froze, almost choking on your own breath. ''M-my laugh? Riki what are you saying?!''
''Yes your laugh, it's fucking pissing me off so bad.''
Silence.
''I've been losing my sleep just because your face haunts my ceiling,'' he said, quite literally pouring everything out now. ''And it's not in a love-story kind of way it's more of a haunting-creepy way. I hate group projects and don't care of what others think of me, but suddenly i'm writing 5 extra pages just so you would be impressed. I keep showing up to class early just in case i bump into you. I carry extra pens so you won't have to ask anyone else and I gave you my umbrella when I hate the rain!''
You stood frozen, lips parted, and that was when he fully broke - his voice cracked just a little when he added:
''I don’t know what to do when you look at me.''
Your breath caught.
''I tried pretending it wasn't happening,'' he said. ''I tried staying cool, acting like I didn't feel anything. But I do. And I can’t not anymore.''
Silence again.
Then…
''I like you.''
He finally met your eyes.
''And it’s driving me crazy Y/N.''
You stood there, even a step feeling to heavy.
His chest was pounding so hard you swore even you could hear it.
You wanted to say something, heck - anything. But the words just wouldn't come.
Come on Y/N it can't be that hard can it?
Riki's hopeful eyes searched yours for any sign - any little spark - that you felt the same.
But the silence seemed to eat him up. It was heavier than any heartbeat between the two of you.
He sighed, turning.
''Forget it. Forget I said anything.''
But before he could walk away he turned his head over his shoulder, a small, forced smile on his face.
''Have a good evening Y/N.''
The next day, Riki wasn't at the quiet corner of the study café, the spot where you two could do anything without being interrupted.
But no, Riki was in the center of it. The place where it was way too crowded. A airpod in his ear, the missing one still in your purse, the one you were supposed to give back but he decided confess instead.
You quietly walked towards that spot, and even though he spotted you from the corner of his eye, he didn't look up, just continued typing away.
''Hey.'' you said softly, purse strap clutched in your hand.
He looked up, noticed how you semeed a bit dolled up considering the ocassion. ''You got a date or something after this?''
You blinked, looked around then shook your head. ''No?..''
He nodded, bringing his gaze back to the screen, tone cold and something else that made you feel regret? ''Due date's soon.''
You sighed, nodding as you pulled out the chair beside his. ''Right we should-''
You were cut off by the sight of his bag on the chair and sat on the one across instead.
The space between you felt enormous.
You remembered all the times he’d leaned over your shoulder, whispering jokes, nudging you playfully.
Now, his silence screamed louder than any words ever could.
You both got an A.
Top marks, praise from the teacher, Jealous stares from classmates who'd started with theirs last minute.
You thought it would feel good - something to celebrate.
But sitting there beside Riki, it just felt.. Empty.
He barely reacted. No smug grin. No playful ''We killed it'' shoulder nudge. Or that dinner he promised to take you out on if you two aced it.
''Guess we did alright,'' he said casually.
You nodded. ''Yeah.''
There was that awful silence again, it was so unbearable and full with tension. You just wished things were just like before, air filled with laughter and his dumb jokes.
He stood up, sliding his bag over his shoulder. ''Well.. Good job, Y/N.''
You panicked a little and quickly got up, before scrambling into your bag. ''Wait.''
He paused, hands casually in his pocket.
You held out his missing Airpod - the one he was supposed to smile at upon seeing.
He looked at it for a second, then gave a soft laugh.
That same laugh which made you stupidly smile.
''Guess this ends here?''
You froze, fingers still stretched toward him.
He took the AirPod gently, careful not to brush your hand. His voice was light, but his eyes didn’t match - too careful, too guarded. Like he'd already accepted your silence and was trying to make peace with it.
You wanted to yell.
You wanted to turn back time.
But right now? You could just watch him walk away.
The moment he stepped out of the classroom, something inside of you snapped, why was he acting like he was the only one hurt? You were hurt too. So that's why you were currently running across the street, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking your uniform, but you didn't care. You had to take out your anger on Nishimura Riki, once and for all.
When you turned a corner there you saw him. Umbrella in his hand, back towards you.
''Nishimura Riki.'' you called out, trying to catch your breath while trying not to look like a idiot at the same time.
He didn’t turn around.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping closer. ''You didn’t even give me a chance. You just... walked away. Like I was some stranger huh?''
His silence was a punishment, heavier than any words he could say.
''I waited,'' you said, biting your lip to keep the tears from falling. ''You didn’t even give me a chance- You! You treated me like I ruined everything, like I was the one who messed it up. But maybe it’s you who’s scared!''
You took a shaky breath, fists clenched at your sides.
''And that’s not fair. You treated me like a jerk before even hearing me out. Like I wasn’t worth the time.''
The words spilled out, raw and desperate. ''You treated me like I ruined everything!''
The silence stretched between you, the rain soaking through your clothes, mixing with the tears you didn’t bother wiping away.
And then—
Without a word, Riki spun around, ran and pulled you into his arms, hand cradling your head.
You cried against his chest, your hands weakly punching his shirt. ''You're such a jerk,'' you said between those weak punches. ''A mean, jerk.''
His arms tightened around you, a quiet promise in the way he held you close.
''I'm sorry,'' he whispered against your hair, the heat of your bodies keeping each other warm despite the rain.
The rain has slowed down and you and Riki were drying up on the bench outside the convenience store. It had been a while someone had said something but the silence wasn't as bad as the ones before.
He glanced towards you, gulping before muttering. ''I'm sorry.''
You turned your head towards him, nodding since you didn't know what to say.
''I got scared. Thought I had ruined everything we had, but yes, it wasn't fair of me I know.''
You chuckled, nudging him. ''Nishimura Riki apologizing first?''
He smiled a bit, leaning closer. ''Forgive this jerk?''
You wanted to stay mad. Really. You should’ve. But the way he looked at you. God you couldn't.
You nodded, biting your lip.
''Don't make me regret it,'' you whispered.
His lips quirked in the smallest smile, and then - finally - he closed the distance.
The kiss was slow, his hand coming up to cradle your face, and lips moving against yours like he was earning the apology.
When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, he laughed quietly, breathless.
''You hit me pretty hard earlier,'' he teased.
You chuckled, cheeks flushed. ''You deserved it.''
synopsis: sharing their personalities/behaviours/traits
feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) + ace and law
warnings: mention of alcohol (zoro), smoking (sanji), and reader has narcolepsy (ace)
notes: guys, which character do you resemble the most? cuz writing this had me thinking about that. for me it's gotta be THE monkey d. luffy himself
luffy
luffy is thrilled to find someone who is like him in every way. his personality is so unpredictable and unique, a guy like him being hard to find. it stuns him just how perfectly you're able to match his energy!
like luffy, you never hesitate to speak out whatever is on your mind at any given moment, much to the shock (and sometimes annoyance) of others. your blunt honesty (combined with luffy's) often results in hilarious moments that often can get you both into trouble.
much like the gluttonous captain, you also have a never-ending appetite, giving luffy competition at the dinner table. you both wolf down food at such speed that chopper has to urge you to calm down for your own health and safety. at mealtimes, it's a race between you and luffy at the dinner table. and of course, sanji has to work twice as hard now (the poor fella).
luffy's goofy and unserious demeanour is reciprocated with your own, as you both are constantly laughing together at even the silliest of things. he appreciates how you have the same sense of humour and never fail to crack a joke at the right moment, often without meaning to, and that you don't take life too seriously.
zoro
zoro is stunned at how you share so many similarities with him; he has to hide that he secretly enjoys having someone who understands him and how he operates.
by now, the crew are accustomed to zoro's endless napping, however he wasn't aware you also shared this same habit. he was surprised one afternoon when he was about to retreat to his usual napping spot against the ship railing, only to find you had beat him to it. the first few times, he was admittedly a little annoyed, but after, he was impressed.
just like zoro, you share his tendency to get lost almost anywhere. he couldn't miss how your eyebrows furrowed trying to understand a map, or how you often confused your lefts and rights. well, not that he could particularly tell the difference himself - but at least he wasn't the only one now.
when it comes to drinking, you're the perfect match for zoro - which he doesn't mind as he does love a bit of healthy competition. he's surprised to see you outdrink almost everyone in the crew, often leaving you two the last ones not fully wasted after a party. some nights end with you both talking over drinks at the table surrounded by bottles and shot glasses.
your strong, reserved and aloof nature is just like zoro's, which unsettles him initially, because just can't believe how much your personality mirrors his own. he takes careful notice to how you prefer showing your care through actions rather than words - a type of love language he fully understands.
sanji
sanji is amazed at how alike you both are - like two peas in a pod. he loves that he has someone who is like a mirror of him in the best ways, it's really fun!
sanji is surprised to find that you are a huge flirt, just like him. you have no issues walking up to someone you find attractive and shooting your shot (although you are much more successful than him in that area). your flirty and amorous personality also causes you to frequently flirt with him instead of him with you... which he definitely isn't against.
unfortunately, you do have a bit of a smoking habit yourself just like sanji. sanji doesn't worry about himself because for whatever bizarre reason, it seems to never affect his health, but he can't help but fret over you when he sees you take out a cigarette. although, since you smoke yourself, you'll light his cigarette for him from time to time and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.
like sanji, you happen to also be a good cook, which has him swooning over you as it means you're the perfect partner to help in the kitchen. although you may not be at the same skill level as him, he's always open to your ideas and suggestions on food, and he indulges that he finally has someone who he can cook with.
above all, your kind-hearted and caring personality matches that of sanji's - he can't miss how you care deeply about the crew and would go above and beyond for their happiness, including his, and it never fails to warm his heart.
ace
seeing how much in common you have with ace is the best feeling - it feels like having an inseparable best friend and lover at the same time.
you're a little narcoleptic like ace is - falling asleep without control unpredictably. however, he's always at your side every time to make sure you're alright and safe from harm since it happens to him just as much.
like ace, you're very well-mannered. he can't help but notice the similarity between you both with how you treat others. you always remain polite and respectful, never missing a 'thank you', after a favour of any kind, and you're always quick to apologise after an accident or mistake. and aside from that, your etiquette is near next to perfect.
despite this, ace admires just how assertive (and even stubborn) you can be like him, especially when it comes to your friends or family. you never hesitate to stand up to anybody who threatens or insults the people you care for, and it makes him smile as he sees a little of himself in you.
law
this is exactly what law's wanted. finally he won't have to worry about someone bothering him or being a nuisance since you fully understand how that can be.
like law, you have a natural curiosity and desire to learn about the unknown. although he has his own goals and you have yours, you both want to uncover truth hiding behind mystery and won't stop until you find answers, especially when it comes to your identity and who you are.
he appreciates your intelligence and perceptiveness which he also shares, as not only does it prove useful in tough situations, but also that he's found someone who thinks in the same way he does. you approach conflict or fights using your intellect and don't rush into things without thinking them through. when putting your heads together, he's much easily able to think of a solution to a problem.
law is used to dealing with crazy antics almost all the time, especially after forming an alliance with the straw hats. however, you're not on the crazy side, instead more calm and reserved like he is. it makes him feel less alone when having to put up with well... everybody.
contains: angst / slow burn / established relationship.
word count: ~6.1k not proof read
its started with the space between your words.
not the silence exactly--yeonjun's always been good at dancing- but the hesitation. the way you breathe in before you speak. like you're weighing whether it's worth saying at all. the way your hands don't reach for him anymore, not even when you're half asleep and vulnerable.
the fight wasn't a blowout. no yelling. no slammed doors. just two people who needed different things and didn't know how to say that without it sounding like blame.
he'd come home late again
schedule ran over. phone died. no text.
you were already curled up on the couch in one of his old hoodies, dinner cold on the counter.
"hey," he said, dropping his bag, trying to play it off. "sorry, day got outta control."
you looked at him. then at the floor.
"yeah. figured"
he laughed a little. "you mad?"
and maybe it was the laugh that did it--like your hurt was something casual, something funny. like you were supposed to be used to it by now.
you didn't raise your voice. you just said, "i don't feel like i matter to you lately."
and that landed. it landed, and yeonjun didn't know what to say back
he froze, defensive instinct coiling like muscle memory. because he knew he loved you. wasn't that obvious? wasn't it enough that he always came back, even when the world tried to pull him in every direction?
but you weren't asking for proof he loved you.
you were asking to be chosen.
and he didn't say that.
he just said, "you know that's not true," too fast, too flat, like you were being unfair for feeling that way.
you nodded. said "okay." and went to bed alone.
he slept on the couch that night.
not because you told him to--because you didn't
--
a week passed like that.
you talk, but not deeply.
you touch, but not like before.
the warmth is still there, but its distant. flickering.
yeonjun keeps showing up, but too late.
you keep showing up, but too quiet.
it's the kind of slow unraveling that doesn't snap--just drifts
--
you cope quiet;y. like you always do.
you clean more than usual. put your phone on do not disturb. listen to music while you shower and sit on the edge of the tub for too long afterward, wrapped in steam and silence.
you stop waiting up.
he texts, and you answer with heart emojis and "np" and "its okay."
but its not. and he feels it.
he starts writing notes and leaving them in your bag.
you read them. you don't reply.
what is there to say to "i miss you next to me" when he keeps choosing everything but being next to you?
and still--
you love him.
you love him in the way that hurts when its quiet.
but you still do.
--
he notices it all
the way you stop calling him "junie" and just say "yeonjun."
the way you don't kiss him goodbye when he leaves, and how he waits one second longer at the door every time just in case you might.
and maybe it takes him too long--
but he finally cracks.
--
he shows up three hours early.
find you in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pushed up, wrist-deep in dish soap.
you don't look up right away.
he steps closer.
leans on the counter.
just watches you.
you sigh. "i thought you had practice."
his voice is low. "i skipped it."
you glance at him. pause. "...why?"
"because i miss you." he says it like it's a secret. "and because i don't think I get to keep missing you if i'm not doing anything about it."
your hands still in the sink.
the water keeps running.
he steps closer. "i messed up."
you let the silence hang.
"you're right," he continues. "i've been treating you like.. like you'll always wait. and that's not fair. not when you've been here through everything. not when you've shown up for me on days i didn't even know how to show up for myself."
hes unraveling, fast and raw.
no idol polish. no charm. just him.
"and when you said you didn't feel like you mattered?" he swallows. "I should've told you you do. not just said 'that's not true' like you were being dramatic. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."
you finally meet his eyes.
and he looks ruined. not in a dramatic way--just quietly wrecked. like he's been sitting with this guilt every night since. like he's imagined this moment a hundred times and didn't expect to deserve it.
you blink. "why now?"
his voice breaks. "because i don't want space if it means i can't come home to you."
--
you don't cry.
you just move to turn off the water.
dry your hands slowly.
step closer.
your voice is soft. tired. but not cold.
"i needed you to say that."
he exhales like it's the first breath he's taken all week. like something inside him just let go.
and you finally--finally--let yourself reach for him.
his arms wrap around you instantly, instinctively, holding you like he thought you might disappear.
your face presses into his chest. his lips press to your hair
he whispers, "i'll do better."
and you believe him. not because he said it--because he showed up.
--
you spend the night on the couch together, legs tangled under a blanket, soft music playing from your phone.
he doesn't stop touching you.
not in a clingy way--just constant.
hand on your thigh. arm around your waist. thumb brushing your cheek.
you talk about everything.
the things you were afraid to say. the things you meant. the way love doesn't have to mean absence.
a/n: inspired by @leehnz post about bnd and photobooths! also this is my first time posting kinda nervous
9:00 pm
you're scrolling on pinterest in your bedroom and winding down for the night when you see an adorable couple photo taken in a vintage photobooth. you save it to your board of couple photos and start doing some research online to find a similar photobooth near you. as you search, you find a cafe about 20 minutes away that has one. "omg i should totally take woonhak there tomorrow," you think as you look through pictures of the cafe. you open up messages and text him:
y/n: woonhak omg
woonhak: what is it?
y/n: can we PLS go to this cafe tomorrow? it has a vintage photobooth and i wanna take pics so bad!
woonhak: okay
woonhak: wait do i have to dress up
y/n: ofc <3
woonhak: ugh fine
woonhak: i'll pick you up at 9:30 <3
you giggle at your boyfriend's text, knowing he's pretending to hate dressing nice for you. you have been dating woonhak for a few months, and are still in the nervous "new relationship" phase, but you're slowly becoming more comfortable with each other.
as you drift to sleep, you contemplate what you're going to wear tomorrow and smile softly with excitement.
8:45 am
tomorrow comes and you get ready for the day, putting on one of your favorite outfits for the date. as you're finishing your final touches, you get a text from woonhak.
woonhak: 10 minutes away :)
you start gathering your things and meet woonhak outside when he gets to your house. you get in the passenger seat of his car and put the location in the maps. "hey," woonhak says, smiling, "you look pretty." you smile back at him, "thanks! your outfit's cute. i didn't know if you'd actually dress up for this," you tease. woonhak laughs quietly. "hey, i never disappoint when you tell me to dress well! i know how much you love fashion." he says endearingly.
the car ride goes by quickly, with you and woonhak talking and laughing together. when you arrive at the cafe, he quickly gets out of the car. "wait!" he exclaims, and runs over to your side. he opens the door for you before you can even take your seat belt off. he looks down at you from outside the car, "okay, you can get out now!" you smile at how cute he is and get out of the car, intertwining your hand with his as you walk into the cafe together, him making sure to hold the door open for you.
the cafe is decorated in shades of white, cream, and light pink, with a seemingly endless amount of pretty pastries set neatly in glass cases. "wow, this is so pretty!" you say to woonhak. "yeah, totally," he says, but you can see him looking at the desserts instead of the cafe's pretty interior. "okay woonhak," you grab his hand "i'm so sorry but we definitely have to take the pictures before we eat! there's a high chance we'll spill powdered sugar on ourselves." you say with a pointed look. "y/n are you serious! i'm so hungry right now," woonhak replies, but he lets you pull him in the direction of the photobooth. "you are a messy eater! we can eat all we want after," you say with a sweet smile. woonhak reluctantly let's you drag him into the photobooth.
you cram onto the tiny seat right next to each other while woonhak goes to press the start button. "wait! hold for a second?" you stop him and hand him a tiny mirror. you reapply your lip gloss as he holds the mirror up for you. "you're so high maintenance," he says with false annoyance. "be quiet!" you respond. "okay, i'm ready!" woonhak finally presses the start button on the screen and it begins the countdown. he leans back to pose with you and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer while you both smile for the camera. the second countdown begins quickly. "woonhak, heart!" you say, and make half a heart with your hand for woonhak to complete. the camera snaps the second photo and begins the third countdown. "what now?" woonhak asks. you pretend to think as the countdown gets closer to zero.
3...2...
as the screen displays the number 1, you grab onto woonhak's face and kiss him on the cheek. he lets out a surprised laugh as the camera flashes. "y/n!!! i probably look so stupid in that, you could have warned me!" he exclaims. the last countdown begins and you quickly turn his face to display the lip gloss mark on his cheek to the camera as you laugh. the camera snaps one last time and captures the image. woonhak is blushing slightly and laughing disbelievingly at you as the photos come up on the screen. "oh my god, those are so embarrassing," he says, but you can tell he likes them. "stop woonhak! they're cute and you love them!" you say. you press the print button and get out of the photobooth. woonhak takes the photo strips from the side of the machine and hands one to you. "okay, they're kind of cute," he says with a smile. "of course!" you reply, "and now we can eat."
you and woonhak go to order your coffee and a huge number of pastries, definitely too many for two people. you sit down and talk for a few hours, giggling together and doing reviews of each pastry. woonhak artfully folds his copy of the photo strip to fit in his phone case, displaying the last two pictures. as your date ends, woonhak walks to your side of the table to take your hand, and you smile to yourself because you noticed he never wiped off your kiss mark.
