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honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

[hironoshimura]

we should just kiss like real people do

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[hironoshimura]

Your Jo drawing is so cute! It looks just like him ⚞(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)⚟ You really captured his expression so well ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

OHHH NONNIE TYSM ☹️☹️ this means so much to me im serious!! ive tried to draw jo before but it never really looked like him to me ahhh thank you so much! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[hironoshimura]

i crave jo fluff so bad… if anyone has reccs my arms are wideeeee open

[yumangel]

different with you - 朝倉穣

(3.4k words)

warnings: fluff!! mentions of alcohol, the existence of nakakita yuma

a/n: for my amazing mimi!!! sorry for torturing you with tyler catastrophe tiktoks this is my formal apology i sincerely hope you accept it.

asakura jo always preferred to be alone rather than around people.

people meant chaos, crowds meant exhaustion and he always valued his peace more than anything - quiet evenings spent in his apartment, soft music playing in the background as he sat down on his couch, fully and wholeheartedly invested in his hobbies and passions without any interruptions or outside distractions.

but then you came along.

his quiet, perfectly curated routine of calmness began to crumble the first moment his gaze landed upon you — yuma’s apartment loud with chatter and laughter, his group of friends chaotic as always. it didn’t bother him, at least not anymore: he’s grown accustomed to the mischief and havoc his friends brought along with them wherever they went. despite all their personalities being completely different, they all got along together perfectly — jo valued their friendship more than anything else in this world. he was thankful for how they never forced him to participate in their banter, giving him a chance to just sit in their presence instead of necessarily interacting. they were his bubble of comfort; a group of people whom he didn’t mind the loudness with, whose chaos didn’t seem to bother him. he thought inviting someone out of the group would disrupt that bubble — and yet his assumptions couldn’t be further from the truth.

normally, strangers entering his space meant discomfort — a lingering feeling which left him uneasy, unable to enjoy the function to its fullest extent. that same feeling mounted over him the moment yuma mentioned bringing in someone from outside to meet the rest of his friends: and yet when he saw you, it disappeared completely.

you seemed familiar in a way jo couldn’t quite decipher. there was something alluring about you — a quiet charm which piqued his interest almost immediately. you were much calmer than his friends, more collected, more hesitant about speaking in a group setting, settling for polite smiles and quiet laughs instead. your personality didn’t take up much space and yet, for jo, it seemed to be the most interesting thing in the room.

he wouldn’t speak up on it, though. that night, the only conversation you had with him directly was an awkward exchange of names, followed by a smile which made jo feel weak in the knees, face heating up in an instant, which somehow went unnoticed by you.

but it didn’t go unnoticed by nakakita yuma.

nakakita yuma — jo’s self proclaimed best friend, the only friend who’s known him long enough to know every little detail about him, down to his meal preferences and being able to spot that slight, almost unnoticeable change in his facial expression whenever he felt uncomfortable. they’ve been seemingly inseparable since kindergarten, a fact which surprised many due to their rather different personalities. in truth, it didn’t need to make sense for anyone else — they understood their bond perfectly, and that was what mattered most.

he was the only one jo ever went to for advice, even if he ended up questioning said advice later on, the only one jo trusted enough to fully open up to no matter the situation — which made it even more surprising for yuma when his best friend uttered no word to him about his very obvious crush on you, instead opting to stay quiet. it struck him as odd, but he didn’t push. if there was one thing that yuma’s learned throughout the years, it was to give jo time — so he let him solve this one on his own.

but he still watched with a curious eye and an amused smirk pulling at his lips, almost as if the whole thing humored him more than his friend’s shenanigans ever could.

jo tried his best not to make it too obvious — his moves calculated, his steps slow and careful. his head seemingly shooting up whenever he’d hear you start talking, soft laughter escaping his lips when you’d make a joke, making sure not to forget your favorite drink when it was his turn to provide drinks for the hangout. all casual to an untrained eye, but extremely meaningful once you realised it was jo who was doing these things. he’d smile softly when you’d thank him, your fingers brushing his as you took the beverage from his hands, trying desperately to stop the pinkish blush creeping onto his cheeks, your touch lingering where your skin brushed his.

and yet despite all this, you two barely talked — some small talk here and there when you’d be the first ones to arrive at yuma’s apartment, a look exchanged whenever one of your friends would do something particularly dumb, but nothing more. jo’s own helplessness infuriated him greatly: no one has ever made him feel this way, he wasn’t exactly sure of what to do to truly get your attention, to truly have a chance with you.

he didn’t even know you that well and yet you had already acquired a special place in his soul - a soft spot that had created itself only for your sake.

and this fine way was how he ended up in yuma’s apartment, a bag of takeout in his right hand and the most miserable look on his face.

‘i need your help.’ he mumbled between bites of rice, eyes avoiding his best friend’s gaze at all costs. yuma chuckled.

‘i know you do.’ the shorter man admitted, a can of beer in his hand as he sat comfortably at the other end of the table. ‘it’s been pretty apparent since the first moment you laid eyes on her.’

jo almost choked on his food at how quickly his friend exposed him — and yet he shouldn’t have been surprised, truly. it wasn’t the first time this has happened, with yuma reading him like an open book at almost any given occasion.

‘you’re just saying that to play with me.’ he said, turning his head to the side.

‘you blushed when she introduced herself. she literally just told you her name and you were redder than euijoo’s hair.’

jo sighed.

‘alright, maybe you’re right.’ he finally admitted, a hand running through his hair in an anxious motion. ‘it won’t work out anyways. i can’t- i don’t know how to talk to her. yeah, i’ve had crushes before, but this feels… different.’

yuma’s smile faltered for a few seconds — turning into something more serious, eyes scanning his best friend’s face with perfect focus, almost as if he was trying to read his emotions, get inside his brain. it didn’t last long, though: sooner rather than later he was back to his usual relaxed position, back leaning against the wall behind him, a grin pulling at his lips.

‘don’t you worry about a single thing, my dear friend.’ he said, voice laced with a hint of something jo couldn’t quite decipher. mischief, humour maybe. ‘i’ll gladly help you ask her out if that means not having to see your rather pathetic attempts at chatting her up any longer.’

‘were they really that bad?’ jo asked quietly, covering his face with his hands, elbows propped on the table.

‘not the worst i’ve seen, but certainly in the bottom tier.’ yuma admitted. ‘but look at the bright side! you have me as a friend — i’ll make sure that everything works out in the end.’

jo’s blind trust in yuma might’ve as well ended up being the death of him one day.

small hangout, he said. only the friend group and you, he said. what an absolute liar he was.

yuma’s apartment was filled to the brim — overflowing with people, music buzzing in jo’s ears, the limited amount of personal space making him feel slightly uneasy. he remembered what his best friend said about ‘having to get out of his comfort zone’, and yet he still didn’t expect to be thrown into deep waters like this. so many faces he didn’t recognise, so many unpredictable situations that could’ve occurred, and no corner to hide himself in from the crowd, the loudness and the absolute hell of a dance floor in the middle of yuma’s living room.

little did he know, it was all part of his best friend’s plan.

jo searched around for any faces that seemed familiar, preferably his best friend’s, when his eyes landed on you — standing in the kitchen area, back leaning against the counter and a can in your hand as you talked with the host of the party, the one who jo was trying to find mere seconds ago.

he saw the way you smiled at something yuma said and he swore his heart melted right then and there: your smile so beautiful and radiant he wanted to engrave it inside his mind and let it stay there forever. he didn’t even realise when his legs started moving in your direction — steps slow and careful, maneuvering around the crowd of people with true skill and determination only someone who hates interacting with strangers could possess.

yuma noticed his best friend in the corner of his vision and chuckled at the sight of jo’s awkward journey through the multitude of drunken individuals — waving him over to join him and you in your conversation, a grin on his face when jo finally managed to get through to the two of you.

‘enjoying the party?’ he asked almost teasingly, knowing almost too well that the answer was written all over jo’s face. he couldn’t help but let out a laugh when he saw jo shaking his head.

‘it’s, uh, it’s fine.’ he said, voice barely audible because of the loud music. his eyes drifted to your face for just a split second — and yet he looked back just as fast when he noticed you had already been staring at him. ‘just, a little um, too loud. yeah.’

‘yeah, i agree.’ you added, putting the half empty can down on the counter. ‘i’m surprised you managed to fit so many people in here.’

‘i have my ways.’ yuma answered, a grin plastered to his face as he finished his drink. ‘but alas, we have a problem. a huge, ginormous one, if i do say so myself.’

both you and jo looked at him with the exact same expression — brows furrowed in confusion, heads tilted slightly to the side. yuma chuckled under his breath at the sight.

‘we’re running out of alcohol. snacks, too.’

‘that seems like the hosts problem.’ jo mumbled, voice quiet. and yet both you and yuma heard it somehow - his best friend shooting him a glare while you giggled quietly at his remark.

you giggled. at something he said. and in that moment asakura jo felt like that was the greatest thing that has ever happened to him — his biggest triumph, an achievement he could be proud of forever.

yuma broke his quiet celebration with a cough, seemingly clearing his throat.

‘it is in fact your problem as well, my dear jojo.’ he said dramatically, poking jo’s arm in an almost cat-like manner. ‘wanna know why?’

‘no.’

‘because you, my trusted friend, my right hand, my second in command, my future best man, will be given the task of restocking my fridge with beer.’

‘you didn’t have to use so many… titles.’ jo said, looking as miserable as ever upon hearing his friend’s words. and yet, after pondering on the idea for a while longer, he realised this could actually be a perfect opportunity for him. a perfect opportunity to leave the crowded apartment and get some alone time to recharge his batteries before having to come back to this absolute hellhole.

his eyes met with yuma’s for just a second before he sighed, agreeing to his friend’s request.

‘oh, one more thing.’ yuma added before jo was able to leave, and by the smile plastered to his face he knew that his best friend was about to say something he could suffer the consequences of pretty soon.

‘take someone with you. might be hard carrying all the bags by yourself.’

jo’s initial reaction was to groan and mumble something about how he can do it himself, no help needed. he wanted to say he’s good on his own and leave the apartment as soon as humanly possible, getting to experience the peace and quiet and the fresh air the outside could provide him with. alone. no people in sight, no unnecessary interactions.

‘i can help you, if you want.’ you said over the loud music, and all of a sudden jo was nodding profusely, the sight greatly humoring his best friend as he agreed almost instantly.

‘perfect.’ yuma muttered to himself quietly, eyes scanning as yours and jo’s figures disappeared into the crowd, heading for the exit to the apartment.

his plan was going well — but from that moment on, everything was in jo’s hands.

you noticed the way jo’s posture shifted the moment he stepped outside the building — finally taking in a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs as his muscles loosened up, visibly more comfortable without the crowds invading his personal space.

‘not a fan of parties, huh?’ you asked, a small smile on your face as you walked, pace matching his despite his limbs being much longer. jo nodded, a soft hum escaping his lips, hands in his pockets as his gaze landed on you for a quick second before looking away. you didn’t mind his quietness at all — in fact, it made you feel more at ease, more… comfortable. familiar somehow, too. even though you hadn’t known him well at all, his silence felt cozy in the same way a warm blanket feels on an autumn rainy evening.

the night sky illuminated his face with a gentle light, features glowing in the moonlight. you noticed them ever since you first met him — his face must’ve been sculpted by angels themselves for it to look this perfect. you let your gaze linger on him as you walked: eyes tracing his sharp jawline, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the pinkish shade of his lips, a pair of the kindest looking eyes you’ve ever seen.

a pair of eyes which was, in fact, staring right back at you.

you could feel your face heat up, praying that the dim lights of the stars and the moon weren’t enough for him to see the pinkish shade of your cheeks, the colour deepening with each passing second. thankfully for you and your embarrassment of getting caught, you noticed the store in front of you, legs speeding up the pace of your walk immediately almost as if they were closing in a few minutes — a poor attempt at hiding your flustered state, and yet it somehow worked.

jo caught up to you inside the store — the sudden contrast of the bright, pale white lights inside the supermarket hurting his eyes at first before he managed to adjust to them. his phone buzzed in his pocket and he instinctively reached to check the notification walking up to your figure already standing at the alcohol aisle.

he stopped in his tracks before he reached you.

a notification from yuma. a single message from his best friend.

‘fuma brought us drinks so you don’t need to get any, dw. enjoy some alone time with your crush, coward ;3’

‘oh.’ he uttered quietly, the message staring right back at him from the phone screen. and then it clicked.

it was all part of yuma’s plan to get him to finally confess — jo couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief at how he hasn’t figured it out earlier. but then again, maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was currently occupied entirely by you; and has been for quite some time by now, making his senses duller when it came to his best friend’s antics and schemes.

‘did something happen?’ your voice tore jo out of his thoughts, eyes dropping to your face as you suddenly appeared in front of him, brows furrowed in a worried expression. ‘you stopped in your tracks all of a sudden.’

his lips curved up in a small smile, fingers threading through his hair as he exhaled with a sigh.

‘oh, it’s nothing. just a text from yuma.’ he explained, trying to seem unaffected — and yet his expression betrayed him.

‘just… a text?’ you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. jo sighed once more.

‘he doesn’t need us to buy the alcohol anymore.’ his voice was quiet, much closer to a murmur than anything else, laced with a hint of something resembling disappointment — as if the information given to him by his best friend meant you’d soon come back to the party and his time with you would be over.

you smiled, lips curving up in a way which made jo’s breath hitch in his throat for a second — then let out the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard.

‘oh thank god.’ you stated, letting out a breath of relief. ‘that means we don’t have to go back there, right?’

‘what?’

‘we can go somewhere else instead of back to the party, because we have no obligations of bringing in alcohol for the rest of these drunkards.’ you explained, voice with a newfound hint of excitement. ‘unless you want to go back there, of course.’

asakura jo has never shook his head faster.

‘absolutely not.’ he murmured, still shaking his head as he did so. ‘do you, um, have something in mind? something else we could do.’

‘i do, in fact.’ you smiled, taking a step towards him, your hand reaching out to grab his. although a little frazzled at first, he complied with a smile on his face — letting you drag him to wherever you wanted to go without even knowing the direction you were heading in, without any knowledge about the destination or the plans you had in mind. it was different than what he would usually do — different from his routine, his perfectly curated bubble of quiet aloneness. and yet with you, like this, different felt good.

the night sky was perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight as you stepped outside, your fingers intertwined with jo’s as you led him towards a small hill in the park close to the store, a local favorite for kids in winter. and yet at this time, on a warm spring night, it was perfectly empty — only you and jo remaining as the night sky hovered above you, stars a beautiful artwork for you to admire in the peace and quiet this place provided.

you sat down on the grass and jo followed right after, allowing himself the courage of sitting right next to you, leaving little to no space in between — just enough for you to move away if need be, and yet close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off of the side of your body. he sat there in perfect silence as you gazed up at the stars with a smile on your face: the brightest smile jo has ever seen, one which shone so hard that even the sun itself was jealous of the sheer power and beauty it held.

‘can i?’ you uttered, body relaxing slightly as you leaned closer to jo. he could only nod in response — a smile on your face as you noticed his answer, head resting on his shoulder as you scooted up closer to him. your gaze still focused on the stars above you, eyes tracing every constellation almost as if you’d stared up at them millions of times and knew them by heart.

and yet jo didn’t look up even once — not when the real star was right there beside him, with her head on his shoulder and a dreamy look in her eyes.

‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ you mumbled. jo nodded, muttering a quiet ‘yes’ in response.

but his eyes stayed on you.

he wanted to speak up — wanted to say something about his feelings, about how he’d love to take you out if you’d allow him to, how he’d do anything just to get a chance — and yet he felt the moment was too perfect to ruin it by interrupting the silence between you. so he left it unsaid. having you so close to him was enough to make him happy, even if it meant his feelings would stay hidden for just a little while longer. but he didn’t mind waiting, not even in the slightest. he’d do it all one day, at his own pace, on his own conditions.

and this was a good start to achieving that.

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[hironoshimura]

i have NO CLUE how to write headcanons

[hironoshimura]

i might delete this later but my writers block has gotten rid of my artists block! am a bit shy to post but i couldnt help but draw jojo

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[hironoshimura]

guys i really wanna write... ik nicho won the last poll but i have ideas for maki and jojo too.. IDK GUYS i feel bad for abandoning you but its okay im still alive

[hironoshimura]

hello beautiful tumblr ppl i havent posted in ages omg! i have some awful writers block rn but how is everyone!!

[hironoshimura]

cherry ➻❥ 王奕翔

wherein; you do your boyfriend’s makeup with absolutely zero ulterior motive

(989 words) pairing: non-idol!nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: suggestive(?), kissing, a little swearing, lowkeyyy not proofread pls excuse any mistakes!

a/n: first time posting writing EVER... very nervous please be nice to me but more importantly enjoy i hope ygs like it!! (˶ ´ ᵕ ` ˶)

nicholas is not one to object, at least not when it comes to you–like saying no is never really an option he considers.

hence why you weren’t very surprised when he allowed you to do his makeup, determined to make it look the best you can.

your bedroom is quiet, the outside world asleep at this late hour. makeup bag already open on the ground between you.

nicholas lowers himself onto the edge of your bed, propping himself up on his hands behind him, watching you with that usual easy expression.

“you can’t distract me, okay?” you warn, rummaging through your makeup bag. “i want it to look nice.

“who, me? i would never.” he teases, yet you have no doubt he’d do exactly as you say.

the side of his mouth is ticked upwards into a half-smile. the amusement is quickly wiped off his face, however, as you climb onto his lap, straddling him.

his breath catches when you move your hips upward, knees at either side of his torso. 

“okay,” you say, squeezing a bottle of primer onto your hands. “dont move.”

when you meet his gaze, his irises are nearly completely black, swallowed by the dark of his pupils. “u-huh.”

gently, you spread the product onto his face, fingertips tracing each plane and shift of his profile.

up close like this, you notice everything.

the natural flush of his cheeks. the way his lashes lower slightly when you touch near his eyes. even the warmth of his skin beneath your hands.

unfair, honestly.

you’re supposed to be doing his makeup, yet you can’t help but get distracted by how little he needs it.

once you finish, you shift back a little to grab foundation. when you do, you catch a glimpse of his face, set with concentration, his eyes locked on you.

the way he’s restraining himself is laughable, yet somewhat sweet. your bedsheets fisted tightly in his hands, like he has to hold himself back. like he doesn’t wanna interfere with your work.

the thought draws a short laugh from you.

“what?” he blinks, bringing his hand to his face. “does it look bad already?” 

“hey! its not gonna look bad,” you rebut. “you just… look so focused.”

“oh.” he says nonchalantly, but you don’t miss the way he shifts his weight. or the way his voice catches when he says, “i just don’t wanna mess you up.”

climbing back onto his lap, you feel him stiffen. “relax,” you giggle, planting a small peck on his lips.

his eyes widen in the slightest, tip of his ears flushing as you dab an assortment of products on his face. he licks his lips like just a taste of you isn’t enough, like he craves even just a little more. yet he doesn’t reach out just yet.

as you work, it's like each movement has a direct effect on him. warmth building where your bodies meet. his breathing stutters when you shift against him. his body stiffening when your hips grind against his. 

it’s endearing. nearly addictive.

you reach for the mascara which is already by your side. “look up for me,” you instruct.

he obeys immediately.

your lips twitch.

“wow,” you muse, shifting forward. closer. “so well-behaved.”

his mouth twists as he clears his throat. grip tightening around the sheets, heat radiating off of his body.

it’s odd to see him so subdued. the usually teasing, charismatic nicholas flushing at nothing but the weight of you on his lap like he’s intoxicated. waiting for you to allow him but another sip.

when you lean back to inspect your work, his hands settle on your waist. his eyes instantly dropping to your lips, half-lidded.

his gaze is laced with hunger. you tease, “what’s wrong?”

“you’re doing this on purpose.”

you bring your fingers to his chin, tilting his face up just enough to meet your eyes. “doing what?” you say innocently, yet you lean closer. your faces just inches apart.

the tension in him rises visibly. his jaw tightens. eyes fixed on your mouth like restraint is becoming physically painful. yet you back away, reaching for a nice lippie to finish off the look.

he clicks his tongue at the loss of you, shaking his head. even the tiny bit of space between you makes his expression tighten.

you take his chin in your fingers again, applying the soft pop of red to his lips. as he licks them, he asks “what flavor is this?” 

he continues while you set down the product, “it’s sweet.”

“ah i can’t recall,” your own voice pitching ever so slightly deeper as you lean in. you throw your hands behind his head, arms resting on his shoulders. 

his gaze darkens, your faces yet again just a breath away. you whisper, “lets find out?” 

you press your lips to his and your body melts against him as if it's been waiting as long as he has. his eyelids flutter shut, taking your face in his hand.

“fuck,” he murmurs into your mouth. “finally.”

you can’t help but smile against his lips, a laugh escaping you. he hums while his free hand tightens around your waist. 

you deepen the kiss, pressing closer until there’s barely any space left between you. up against him you can feel everything, the heavy beating of his heart, the urgency in the drag of his hand along your side. you taste the sweetness on his lips and it reminds you of what you were doing in the first place.

you pull away. “cherry.”

“what?” nicholas’ eyebrows knit together. his breathing heavy and uneven.

“the lipgloss.” you answer, putting your hand on his chest as you stand up. “it’s cherry flavored.”

he catches your wrist before you can fully pull away.

“c’mere,” he mutters.

“nicholas–” you object through giggles as he pulls you back. “i’m not done.”

“the makeup looks great,” he says against your lips. “now stop talking.”

[hironoshimura]

enough for you ➻❥ 김 주훈

wherein; sometimes loving means letting go.

(1497 words) pairing: idol!juhoon x f!reader genre: angst :((, first love, soulmates(? kinda) warnings: none!! just lots of yearning

a/n: i am sooo sorry to anyone who was expecting a cute cortis fic... i love love love writing angst and i struggled with this one a bit but i quite like how it turned out! i hope ygs enjoy too 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯 also my first idol fic hehe.. i listened to lots of laufey and lizzy mcalpine while writing this

kim juhoon.

it was your favorite name. the name you thought of every night before bed, the first thing that crossed your mind each morning like habit.

a name that slipped from your mouth so easily it felt like your voice had been made for it.

you thought there could not possibly be a sound you loved more. not until you heard him say yours. gentle, soft in a way no one else said it. 

you wanted to hear it all the time. 

you wanted to hear it mumbled through late-night phone calls. called from across crowded streets. whispered in your ear or even shouted in your face.

you didn’t want anyone else to say it if it did not sound like this.

and for a while, you had all that and more. 

loving him was never loud. it wasn’t dramatic, no grand promises or big beginnings. it was him sitting next to you in a classroom full of unfamiliar faces. it was walking you home, taking the long way just to have more time together. talks of school shifting into conversations that felt like peering into each other’s minds. 

juhoon was the comfort of knowing someone was there. he was silence that never had to be filled. an ear that could listen to thoughts that no one else would ever hear, remembering things about you that you didn’t even know yourself.

there was no start to you and juhoon neither was there an end. there was just always.

it was a promise that didn’t have to be said, but was known. like neither of you could imagine life without the other.

“jju,” you murmured, laying flat on the grass with him right next to you.

“yeah?”

the stars above you twinkled, endless. it burned gold at the edges from the sun which began to give way to the moon. the cold air crisp against your skin, the hum of cicadas somewhere in the distance.

you turned your head just enough to look at him. “do you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

juhoon laughed softly through his nose. the two of you were still in your uniforms, backpacks thrown hastily to the side. “like what?”

“this.” you gestured vaguely between the two of you. “together.”

he went quiet for a moment. not uncomfortable quiet, never that. the kind where he was actually thinking about your words instead of brushing past them.

then, he reached over and hooked his pinky around yours in the grass. absentminded. natural. like it belonged there.

“you worry too much,” he said quietly.

you smiled. “that’s not an answer.”

juhoon turned his head toward you then, dark eyes warm in the fading light. there was something unbearably gentle about the way he looked at you, like he had already memorized every version of your face.

“okay,” he murmured, “then yeah. forever.”

your chest ached with how easy it was to believe him. escape the bustle of the world together, no one but the two of you.

back then, forever still felt small enough to hold in your hands.

time moved too fast back then, as it does now. and you already know it stops for no one.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

you almost didn’t come. you don’t know why you did.

you sat in your car with the ticket in your lap for nearly twenty minutes, staring at the venue entrance while thousands of people poured inside.

it all felt ridiculous, suddenly. to miss someone this long. to carry love like grief.

it started with recruitment, then practices that ran later than usual. dance lessons. vocal training. study sessions replaced with rehearsals he just “couldn’t miss.” his voice always exhausted and apologetic, so much so that you forgave him before he even finished speaking.

then came the missed calls. the unread messages. the growing spaces between seeing him.

you told yourself it was temporary. that this was his dream, and loving someone meant learning how to stand beside it instead of in front of it.

so you waited.

you waited through nights where he was too tired to speak. through lunches spent alone because he had trainee evaluations. through conversations that slowly became shorter, thinner, like paper folding in on itself.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he had whispered one night outside your gate, eyes heavy with fatigue. still, they gleamed with hope. with dreams so close it seemed he could reach out and touch them.

you remember smiling even though your chest hurt. “you don’t have to keep apologizing to me.”

the truth was, you would have waited forever if he’d asked. maybe that was the problem.

because even when always became sometimes, and sometimes became never, you stayed.

even after he debuted and his number changed too many times for you to count. when he became harder to reach, and you started learning more about his life online than from his own mouth.

you still waited.

you let your mind wander on sleepless nights, wondering how something that once felt permanent could slip through your fingers no matter how tightly you held on.

and when you finally force yourself out of the car and into the crowd, his name is everywhere.

“i can’t wait to see juhoon!”

“did you see? i think juhoon cut his hair.”

“juhoon looked so good at the airport today.”

juhoon. juhoon. juhoon.

a name that was once sacred to you now shared with thousands–millions. they say it like they’ve known it all their lives. like their voices had been made for it too.

but you ignore them and find your way to the front, pressed up against the barricade. countless people move around beside you, shoulders brushing yours. here, you’re but another girl in the crowd. another fan amongst millions.

the yells of the crowd pull you out of your thoughts as the arena lights dim suddenly.

music surges and before you can prepare yourself, before you can breathe properly, he appears.

kim juhoon, standing beneath blinding lights like he was born for them.

your stomach twists at the sight of him, your grip around the railing tightening like you might fall apart if you let go. he looks older now, sharp features set with focus yet a small smile plays along his lips as he sings along with his bandmates.

the whole show, you’re captivated. like you can’t believe he’s real. part of you aches for him to come closer, to see you, to just be near you. another part hopes you sink into the ground and disappear because seeing him like this somehow hurts even more than you expected.

he’s standing just a few feet away from you, yet the boy you once knew seems so far away now.

you feel the show coming to an end, the group around you sniffling through tears. the once intense background music shifts into a gentle guitar.

“COER!” breathless, juhoon shouts into the microphone, taking in the whole stadium. lights sweep across thousands upon thousands of faces as his words are thrown into an endless sea.

yet somehow, impossibly, his gaze falls on you as he says, “i love you.”

and for one awful second, he looks exactly the same. not juhoon of cortis, nor the juhoon you see plastered on billboards or glowing on tv. just juhoon.

your kim juhoon.

the boy who used to mumble your name into late-night phone calls. the one who knew you better than you knew yourself. the boy who looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered.

something in his expression shifts, so small no one else would notice. but you don’t miss how his smile softens at the edges, how his gaze lingers a second too long full of emotion you can’t quite decipher. happiness, recognition–regret, maybe. then he looks away.

the crowd erupts around you but you don’t hear any of it. to them, they're words of thanks. a video clip you’re sure to see all over your feed later.

to you, however, it’s a sorrowful confession. one that lingered on your tongues for too long, never quite slipping out. one that’s far too late now yet somehow eases your heart all the same.

to you, it sounds a little too close to goodbye. like finally letting go and accepting that the small world you two built is now too small for the both of you.

the sting behind your eyes catches you off guard, and suddenly you’re laughing through tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.

because, despite everything, he made it.

of course he did.

and there is no second chance after this. no accidental reunion at the park or the convenience store. no dates undercover or hidden romance, tucked between schedules and airport arrivals. 

there is only this. cheering him on and watching from afar. listening to his voice through your earbuds, seeing his face in magazine covers and big bright screens.

and that’ll be enough for you.

it has to be.

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[hironoshimura]

3... 2... 1... ➻❥ 朝倉 穣

wherein; a photo booth strip is the perfect thing to remember your first date by.

(756 words) pairing: non-idol!jo x f!reader genre: fluff, first date, mutual pining warnings: like.. none just lots of fluff!!, kissing

a/n: this is so short but i had fun writing this!! ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) first time writing jo so i am still getting the hang of it... idk how to feel abt this one but i hope ygs enjoy! <3

your first date with jo is softer than you imagined.

it’s made up of small things–shy brushes of hands, jo carrying your bag before you can protest, shortening his strides just enough to walk beside you instead of ahead.

and every time you catch him staring, he looks away so quickly it almost makes you laugh.

it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

he’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

and as much as you wish you could bottle this moment up and keep it forever, you suppose a photo strip will suffice.

you take his hand, dragging him toward the photo booth tucked in the corner of the arcade. jo nearly stumbles after you with a startled laugh, ducking his head as you both squeeze inside.

there’s barely enough room for him. his long legs are awkwardly crammed up toward his waist, shoulders brushing against yours every time either of you move.

as you slip the bill into the machine and scroll through the photo frames, warmth radiates from jo beside you. his hands rest stiffly in his lap, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

you glance over.

“you nervous?”

jo’s ears turn pink almost immediately. “a little.”

you let out a short giggle, finally selecting a frame. a robotic voice begins to count down and you rest your head on jo’s shoulder, a soft smile playing at your lips.

3… 2… 1… click!

the camera flashes and jo chuckles at the photo. “i look so awkward,” a pink flush creeping up his cheeks.

“i think you look cute,” you argue as you grab his face, pressing a kiss onto his cheek as the camera snaps another photo. his face heats up underneath your touch as you let go.

he turns to look at you with parted lips, eyes wide. his breath hitches as his gaze drops to your lips, licking his own.

you feel your own cheeks warm at the eagerness in his eyes, like he’s trying not to look too hopeful. but you remember the way he looked at you earlier that day, the way his body mirrored yours without thinking, his gaze fixed on you like you were the most captivating thing in the room. like he’s liked you for far longer than he knows what to do with. 

he tucks your hair behind your ear, his knuckles brushing your cheek. “can i kiss you?“ barely above a whisper, he asks, ignoring the click of another photo.

his words are bold but you don’t miss how his tips of his ears have turned a bright pink, or the shaking of his leg as his foot bounces on the ground. it’s cute.

it almost makes you want him more. you nod, “please do.”

3… 2… 1…

the camera flashes just as he presses his lips to yours, slow yet certain, like this is all he’s ever wanted. like he’s imagined it hundreds of times before. maybe you have too.

he cups your face in his hand, angling his head so that your faces slot perfectly together. firm, yet almost shy. you taste the sweetness of your own lip gloss along with the delicate bitterness of the matcha you shared just minutes before.

your hands find his way into his hair, ruffling it up ever so slightly. jo lets out the quietest breath against your lips–surprised, almost–before kissing you once more, softer this time. lingering.

not rushed.

like he wants to remember every second of it.

the faint whirr of your photos being printed brings you back to reality. back to the noisy arcade outside the booth, to flashing lights and distant game machines and the rest of the world that suddenly feels unimportant compared to this.

when you pull away, jo’s breath is heavy. his hair is messy where your fingers ran through it, lips slightly swollen. his face beet red as he brings his hand to his lips, the ghost of yours still lingering.

you reach over to grab the photo strip as it slides out of the machine.

your eyes catch on the last photo. your eyes closed, fingers tangled in his hair, jo smiling into the kiss so softly it makes your chest ache. for a moment, you think maybe this is what happiness looks like.

a tiny moment captured on glossy film. small enough to fit between your fingers, yet meaningful enough to stay with you forever.

pulling you from your thoughts, still slightly breathless, jo glances at the strip before looking back at you.

“can we take another?”

[hironoshimura]

3... 2... 1... ➻❥ 朝倉 穣

wherein; a photo booth strip is the perfect thing to remember your first date by.

(756 words) pairing: non-idol!jo x f!reader genre: fluff, first date, mutual pining warnings: like.. none just lots of fluff!!, kissing

a/n: this is so short but i had fun writing this!! ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) first time writing jo so i am still getting the hang of it... idk how to feel abt this one but i hope ygs enjoy! <3

your first date with jo is softer than you imagined.

it’s made up of small things–shy brushes of hands, jo carrying your bag before you can protest, shortening his strides just enough to walk beside you instead of ahead.

and every time you catch him staring, he looks away so quickly it almost makes you laugh.

it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

he’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

and as much as you wish you could bottle this moment up and keep it forever, you suppose a photo strip will suffice.

you take his hand, dragging him toward the photo booth tucked in the corner of the arcade. jo nearly stumbles after you with a startled laugh, ducking his head as you both squeeze inside.

there’s barely enough room for him. his long legs are awkwardly crammed up toward his waist, shoulders brushing against yours every time either of you move.

as you slip the bill into the machine and scroll through the photo frames, warmth radiates from jo beside you. his hands rest stiffly in his lap, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

you glance over.

“you nervous?”

jo’s ears turn pink almost immediately. “a little.”

you let out a short giggle, finally selecting a frame. a robotic voice begins to count down and you rest your head on jo’s shoulder, a soft smile playing at your lips.

3… 2… 1… click!

the camera flashes and jo chuckles at the photo. “i look so awkward,” a pink flush creeping up his cheeks.

“i think you look cute,” you argue as you grab his face, pressing a kiss onto his cheek as the camera snaps another photo. his face heats up underneath your touch as you let go.

he turns to look at you with parted lips, eyes wide. his breath hitches as his gaze drops to your lips, licking his own.

you feel your own cheeks warm at the eagerness in his eyes, like he’s trying not to look too hopeful. but you remember the way he looked at you earlier that day, the way his body mirrored yours without thinking, his gaze fixed on you like you were the most captivating thing in the room. like he’s liked you for far longer than he knows what to do with. 

he tucks your hair behind your ear, his knuckles brushing your cheek. “can i kiss you?“ barely above a whisper, he asks, ignoring the click of another photo.

his words are bold but you don’t miss how his tips of his ears have turned a bright pink, or the shaking of his leg as his foot bounces on the ground. it’s cute.

it almost makes you want him more. you nod, “please do.”

3… 2… 1…

the camera flashes just as he presses his lips to yours, slow yet certain, like this is all he’s ever wanted. like he’s imagined it hundreds of times before. maybe you have too.

he cups your face in his hand, angling his head so that your faces slot perfectly together. firm, yet almost shy. you taste the sweetness of your own lip gloss along with the delicate bitterness of the matcha you shared just minutes before.

your hands find his way into his hair, ruffling it up ever so slightly. jo lets out the quietest breath against your lips–surprised, almost–before kissing you once more, softer this time. lingering.

not rushed.

like he wants to remember every second of it.

the faint whirr of your photos being printed brings you back to reality. back to the noisy arcade outside the booth, to flashing lights and distant game machines and the rest of the world that suddenly feels unimportant compared to this.

when you pull away, jo’s breath is heavy. his hair is messy where your fingers ran through it, lips slightly swollen. his face beet red as he brings his hand to his lips, the ghost of yours still lingering.

you reach over to grab the photo strip as it slides out of the machine.

your eyes catch on the last photo. your eyes closed, fingers tangled in his hair, jo smiling into the kiss so softly it makes your chest ache. for a moment, you think maybe this is what happiness looks like.

a tiny moment captured on glossy film. small enough to fit between your fingers, yet meaningful enough to stay with you forever.

pulling you from your thoughts, still slightly breathless, jo glances at the strip before looking back at you.

“can we take another?”

[hironoshimura]

kind stranger ➻❥ 박종성

wherein; your last saving grace is a kind stranger on the street. one you hope is kind enough to play a little pretend.

(767 words) pairing: non-idol!jay x f!reader genre: fluff, first meeting, strangers to ???, fake dating kinda warnings: creepy guy, being followed/watched

a/n: another short one OOPSIE!! i cant seem to write anything over 1k words... first time posting enhypen hehe 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯 this is a couple months old but i need filler since i have something hopefully longer in the works!

the last three blocks have been a nightmare.

a nightmare of glancing over your shoulder every few seconds to check if the man behind you is still there. a nightmare of taking random turns down streets that stopped looking familiar ages ago, of forcing yourself not to walk too fast in fear that he’ll notice you’re scared.

your feet feel like they're about to fall off, steps out of sync with your heart beating faster than you knew it could go. 

every desperate glance you send strangers’ way goes unnoticed, eyes sliding right past you like they can’t see the panic written all over your face.

all you want is for this man to leave you alone.

its been a while since you've looked behind you, but you know he’s still there. you hear it in the footsteps that trail just a few feet away from yours. the footsteps that seem to be getting… closer?

this is it, you think.

the pit in your stomach grows as you pick up the pace, trying not to make it obvious. millions of thoughts crash through your head at once. why is he following you? what does he want? what happens if–when he catches up? you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, yet your pounding heartbeat disagrees.

worst of all, you’re stranded. completely alone.

until your eyes land on a young man leaning against the side of a building beneath the glow of a flickering streetlight.

he looks around your age, hair parted down the middle as it falls gently on his face. he’s waving goodbye to someone, a friend probably, as he pulls his phone out.

hope flickers inside you and without thinking, you rush toward him. you latch onto his arm, nearly stumbling into him in the process.

“babe, there you are,” you blurt out, voice shakier than you’d hoped. “sorry, i got a little lost. let’s go?”

his eyes widen in surprise, but the confusion only lasts a second. understanding settles on his features as his gaze lands on the man behind you, drawing you closer.

“no worries, honey.” his voice is gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers trembling slightly against your skin. “though i was starting to worry.”

the man finally walks past the two of you, though it doesn’t feel like retreat.

his gaze locks onto yours as he passes, sharp and lingering. it crawls over your skin slowly, irritated, like a predator watching prey slip through its teeth at the very last second.

the look makes you feel exposed. claimed.

your fingers curl tighter around the stranger’s sleeve before you can stop yourself, only to notice the way his jaw tightens as he stares the man down with equal intensity.

you don’t let yourself breathe properly until he disappears around the corner.

the tension leaves your body all at once. you quickly step back, hands retreating into your pockets as embarrassment begins to settle in where panic once sat.

“i’m so sorr–”

“are you okay?”

the question cuts you off immediately.

you look up to find him fully turned toward you now, brows knitted tightly with concern as one hand rests carefully against your arm. you never got a proper look at his face until now. 

his jaw is sharp but his features are soft, kind. a gentle flush from the cold night. his eyes are frantic as he scans your body for any sign of injury.

“yeah, i am,” you nod. “thank you so much, really. he was following me for ages.”

“no, its no worries at all.” he shakes his head, words coated with sincerity, “i’m just glad you’re safe.”

you swallow hard, adrenaline still buzzing painfully beneath your skin.

he hesitates before speaking again.

“i was actually about to head to my car,” he says carefully. “do you… want me to drive you home?”

“oh, no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“please.” the word leaves him almost too quickly. “i’d feel better knowing you got home safe.”

you study him for a moment.

despite the nerves still visible in his posture, there’s something undeniably honest about him. something safe.

“…are you sure?”

“absolutely,” he says, confident. “i only parked a short walk away.”

you finally nod, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

“okay,” your voice comes out quieter this time. you realize you never got his name. “thank you…”

“jay,” he completes. “my name’s jay.” you repeat it softly, testing the name on your tongue.

“thank you, jay.” you utter, and saying his name is the safest you’ve felt all night.

[hironoshimura]

cherry ➻❥ 王奕翔

wherein; you do your boyfriend’s makeup with absolutely zero ulterior motive

(989 words) pairing: non-idol!nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: suggestive(?), kissing, a little swearing, lowkeyyy not proofread pls excuse any mistakes!

a/n: first time posting writing EVER... very nervous please be nice to me but more importantly enjoy i hope ygs like it!! (˶ ´ ᵕ ` ˶)

nicholas is not one to object, at least not when it comes to you–like saying no is never really an option he considers.

hence why you weren’t very surprised when he allowed you to do his makeup, determined to make it look the best you can.

your bedroom is quiet, the outside world asleep at this late hour. makeup bag already open on the ground between you.

nicholas lowers himself onto the edge of your bed, propping himself up on his hands behind him, watching you with that usual easy expression.

“you can’t distract me, okay?” you warn, rummaging through your makeup bag. “i want it to look nice.

“who, me? i would never.” he teases, yet you have no doubt he’d do exactly as you say.

the side of his mouth is ticked upwards into a half-smile. the amusement is quickly wiped off his face, however, as you climb onto his lap, straddling him.

his breath catches when you move your hips upward, knees at either side of his torso. 

“okay,” you say, squeezing a bottle of primer onto your hands. “dont move.”

when you meet his gaze, his irises are nearly completely black, swallowed by the dark of his pupils. “u-huh.”

gently, you spread the product onto his face, fingertips tracing each plane and shift of his profile.

up close like this, you notice everything.

the natural flush of his cheeks. the way his lashes lower slightly when you touch near his eyes. even the warmth of his skin beneath your hands.

unfair, honestly.

you’re supposed to be doing his makeup, yet you can’t help but get distracted by how little he needs it.

once you finish, you shift back a little to grab foundation. when you do, you catch a glimpse of his face, set with concentration, his eyes locked on you.

the way he’s restraining himself is laughable, yet somewhat sweet. your bedsheets fisted tightly in his hands, like he has to hold himself back. like he doesn’t wanna interfere with your work.

the thought draws a short laugh from you.

“what?” he blinks, bringing his hand to his face. “does it look bad already?” 

“hey! its not gonna look bad,” you rebut. “you just… look so focused.”

“oh.” he says nonchalantly, but you don’t miss the way he shifts his weight. or the way his voice catches when he says, “i just don’t wanna mess you up.”

climbing back onto his lap, you feel him stiffen. “relax,” you giggle, planting a small peck on his lips.

his eyes widen in the slightest, tip of his ears flushing as you dab an assortment of products on his face. he licks his lips like just a taste of you isn’t enough, like he craves even just a little more. yet he doesn’t reach out just yet.

as you work, it's like each movement has a direct effect on him. warmth building where your bodies meet. his breathing stutters when you shift against him. his body stiffening when your hips grind against his. 

it’s endearing. nearly addictive.

you reach for the mascara which is already by your side. “look up for me,” you instruct.

he obeys immediately.

your lips twitch.

“wow,” you muse, shifting forward. closer. “so well-behaved.”

his mouth twists as he clears his throat. grip tightening around the sheets, heat radiating off of his body.

it’s odd to see him so subdued. the usually teasing, charismatic nicholas flushing at nothing but the weight of you on his lap like he’s intoxicated. waiting for you to allow him but another sip.

when you lean back to inspect your work, his hands settle on your waist. his eyes instantly dropping to your lips, half-lidded.

his gaze is laced with hunger. you tease, “what’s wrong?”

“you’re doing this on purpose.”

you bring your fingers to his chin, tilting his face up just enough to meet your eyes. “doing what?” you say innocently, yet you lean closer. your faces just inches apart.

the tension in him rises visibly. his jaw tightens. eyes fixed on your mouth like restraint is becoming physically painful. yet you back away, reaching for a nice lippie to finish off the look.

he clicks his tongue at the loss of you, shaking his head. even the tiny bit of space between you makes his expression tighten.

you take his chin in your fingers again, applying the soft pop of red to his lips. as he licks them, he asks “what flavor is this?” 

he continues while you set down the product, “it’s sweet.”

“ah i can’t recall,” your own voice pitching ever so slightly deeper as you lean in. you throw your hands behind his head, arms resting on his shoulders. 

his gaze darkens, your faces yet again just a breath away. you whisper, “lets find out?” 

you press your lips to his and your body melts against him as if it's been waiting as long as he has. his eyelids flutter shut, taking your face in his hand.

“fuck,” he murmurs into your mouth. “finally.”

you can’t help but smile against his lips, a laugh escaping you. he hums while his free hand tightens around your waist. 

you deepen the kiss, pressing closer until there’s barely any space left between you. up against him you can feel everything, the heavy beating of his heart, the urgency in the drag of his hand along your side. you taste the sweetness on his lips and it reminds you of what you were doing in the first place.

you pull away. “cherry.”

“what?” nicholas’ eyebrows knit together. his breathing heavy and uneven.

“the lipgloss.” you answer, putting your hand on his chest as you stand up. “it’s cherry flavored.”

he catches your wrist before you can fully pull away.

“c’mere,” he mutters.

“nicholas–” you object through giggles as he pulls you back. “i’m not done.”

“the makeup looks great,” he says against your lips. “now stop talking.”

[hironoshimura]

enough for you ➻❥ 김 주훈

wherein; sometimes loving means letting go.

(1497 words) pairing: idol!juhoon x f!reader genre: angst :((, first love, soulmates(? kinda) warnings: none!! just lots of yearning

a/n: i am sooo sorry to anyone who was expecting a cute cortis fic... i love love love writing angst and i struggled with this one a bit but i quite like how it turned out! i hope ygs enjoy too 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯 also my first idol fic hehe.. i listened to lots of laufey and lizzy mcalpine while writing this

kim juhoon.

it was your favorite name. the name you thought of every night before bed, the first thing that crossed your mind each morning like habit.

a name that slipped from your mouth so easily it felt like your voice had been made for it.

you thought there could not possibly be a sound you loved more. not until you heard him say yours. gentle, soft in a way no one else said it. 

you wanted to hear it all the time. 

you wanted to hear it mumbled through late-night phone calls. called from across crowded streets. whispered in your ear or even shouted in your face.

you didn’t want anyone else to say it if it did not sound like this.

and for a while, you had all that and more. 

loving him was never loud. it wasn’t dramatic, no grand promises or big beginnings. it was him sitting next to you in a classroom full of unfamiliar faces. it was walking you home, taking the long way just to have more time together. talks of school shifting into conversations that felt like peering into each other’s minds. 

juhoon was the comfort of knowing someone was there. he was silence that never had to be filled. an ear that could listen to thoughts that no one else would ever hear, remembering things about you that you didn’t even know yourself.

there was no start to you and juhoon neither was there an end. there was just always.

it was a promise that didn’t have to be said, but was known. like neither of you could imagine life without the other.

“jju,” you murmured, laying flat on the grass with him right next to you.

“yeah?”

the stars above you twinkled, endless. it burned gold at the edges from the sun which began to give way to the moon. the cold air crisp against your skin, the hum of cicadas somewhere in the distance.

you turned your head just enough to look at him. “do you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

juhoon laughed softly through his nose. the two of you were still in your uniforms, backpacks thrown hastily to the side. “like what?”

“this.” you gestured vaguely between the two of you. “together.”

he went quiet for a moment. not uncomfortable quiet, never that. the kind where he was actually thinking about your words instead of brushing past them.

then, he reached over and hooked his pinky around yours in the grass. absentminded. natural. like it belonged there.

“you worry too much,” he said quietly.

you smiled. “that’s not an answer.”

juhoon turned his head toward you then, dark eyes warm in the fading light. there was something unbearably gentle about the way he looked at you, like he had already memorized every version of your face.

“okay,” he murmured, “then yeah. forever.”

your chest ached with how easy it was to believe him. escape the bustle of the world together, no one but the two of you.

back then, forever still felt small enough to hold in your hands.

time moved too fast back then, as it does now. and you already know it stops for no one.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

you almost didn’t come. you don’t know why you did.

you sat in your car with the ticket in your lap for nearly twenty minutes, staring at the venue entrance while thousands of people poured inside.

it all felt ridiculous, suddenly. to miss someone this long. to carry love like grief.

it started with recruitment, then practices that ran later than usual. dance lessons. vocal training. study sessions replaced with rehearsals he just “couldn’t miss.” his voice always exhausted and apologetic, so much so that you forgave him before he even finished speaking.

then came the missed calls. the unread messages. the growing spaces between seeing him.

you told yourself it was temporary. that this was his dream, and loving someone meant learning how to stand beside it instead of in front of it.

so you waited.

you waited through nights where he was too tired to speak. through lunches spent alone because he had trainee evaluations. through conversations that slowly became shorter, thinner, like paper folding in on itself.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he had whispered one night outside your gate, eyes heavy with fatigue. still, they gleamed with hope. with dreams so close it seemed he could reach out and touch them.

you remember smiling even though your chest hurt. “you don’t have to keep apologizing to me.”

the truth was, you would have waited forever if he’d asked. maybe that was the problem.

because even when always became sometimes, and sometimes became never, you stayed.

even after he debuted and his number changed too many times for you to count. when he became harder to reach, and you started learning more about his life online than from his own mouth.

you still waited.

you let your mind wander on sleepless nights, wondering how something that once felt permanent could slip through your fingers no matter how tightly you held on.

and when you finally force yourself out of the car and into the crowd, his name is everywhere.

“i can’t wait to see juhoon!”

“did you see? i think juhoon cut his hair.”

“juhoon looked so good at the airport today.”

juhoon. juhoon. juhoon.

a name that was once sacred to you now shared with thousands–millions. they say it like they’ve known it all their lives. like their voices had been made for it too.

but you ignore them and find your way to the front, pressed up against the barricade. countless people move around beside you, shoulders brushing yours. here, you’re but another girl in the crowd. another fan amongst millions.

the yells of the crowd pull you out of your thoughts as the arena lights dim suddenly.

music surges and before you can prepare yourself, before you can breathe properly, he appears.

kim juhoon, standing beneath blinding lights like he was born for them.

your stomach twists at the sight of him, your grip around the railing tightening like you might fall apart if you let go. he looks older now, sharp features set with focus yet a small smile plays along his lips as he sings along with his bandmates.

the whole show, you’re captivated. like you can’t believe he’s real. part of you aches for him to come closer, to see you, to just be near you. another part hopes you sink into the ground and disappear because seeing him like this somehow hurts even more than you expected.

he’s standing just a few feet away from you, yet the boy you once knew seems so far away now.

you feel the show coming to an end, the group around you sniffling through tears. the once intense background music shifts into a gentle guitar.

“COER!” breathless, juhoon shouts into the microphone, taking in the whole stadium. lights sweep across thousands upon thousands of faces as his words are thrown into an endless sea.

yet somehow, impossibly, his gaze falls on you as he says, “i love you.”

and for one awful second, he looks exactly the same. not juhoon of cortis, nor the juhoon you see plastered on billboards or glowing on tv. just juhoon.

your kim juhoon.

the boy who used to mumble your name into late-night phone calls. the one who knew you better than you knew yourself. the boy who looked at you like nothing else in the world mattered.

something in his expression shifts, so small no one else would notice. but you don’t miss how his smile softens at the edges, how his gaze lingers a second too long full of emotion you can’t quite decipher. happiness, recognition–regret, maybe. then he looks away.

the crowd erupts around you but you don’t hear any of it. to them, they're words of thanks. a video clip you’re sure to see all over your feed later.

to you, however, it’s a sorrowful confession. one that lingered on your tongues for too long, never quite slipping out. one that’s far too late now yet somehow eases your heart all the same.

to you, it sounds a little too close to goodbye. like finally letting go and accepting that the small world you two built is now too small for the both of you.

the sting behind your eyes catches you off guard, and suddenly you’re laughing through tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.

because, despite everything, he made it.

of course he did.

and there is no second chance after this. no accidental reunion at the park or the convenience store. no dates undercover or hidden romance, tucked between schedules and airport arrivals. 

there is only this. cheering him on and watching from afar. listening to his voice through your earbuds, seeing his face in magazine covers and big bright screens.

and that’ll be enough for you.

it has to be.

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