୨ৎ ─── nerve au , player!james x f!reader 𓏲 tension , strangers to ?? , not proofread ꪔ̤̮
𝓁ibrary ,, 𝓃ext part (coming soon) ,, 𝓉aglist (open)
𝔂ou told yourself one dare and done. now your phone is counting down, he’s way too close, and somehow… you’re not pulling away (959 💬)
GUMii , guys i’m scared this is so buns it’s my first time writing after months 💔 AND ITS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE NERVE CUZ ITS SUCH A GEM!!
you weren’t supposed to download the app.
nevermind, scratch that.
you were supposed to download it…just not as a player.
“be a watcher” your friend said earlier, shoving her phone so close to your face, you could basically kiss the screen. “it’s literally free entertainment” she pulled her arm back and proceeded to scroll.
and yeah she was right, it kinda was free entertainment. at first.
you were lying in bed with the lights off, just your screen lighting up your face as you mindlessly scrolled through dares. people dancing, people confessing to their crushes, people doing stupid shit for money and attention. your eyes were getting heavy, boredom setting in harder every swipe…until one stream caught your eye.
a guy. he didn’t have a proper username, just a number.
the camera was far away from him, it looked like some random watcher filmed him across the street, but he still stood out. he had a black hoodie on, hands in his pockets, standing completely still. he didn’t look like he was apart of it, more like above it.
“…why is he not doing anything?” your eyes narrowed, one eyebrow raised.
you tapped his profile.
PLAYER #1410
STATUS: ACTIVE
no clips, no completed dares, nothing at all
“what the hell.” your eyebrows furrowed deeper. you tapped on his profile hoping to ease the confusion but it somehow managed to leave you feeling even more confused. however you kept watching, waiting for something, anything to happen. just before you were about to give up and scroll, his phone buzzed. he glanced down, reading whatever popped up and then…paused.
slowly, deliberately, he lifted his head and looked straight at the camera.
your breath caught, your eyes widened slightly. there were dozens of people filming him from different angles but it felt like he was staring right through the screen. right at you.
you quickly locked your phone and slammed it face down on the bed, heart beating a bit faster than it should’ve.
“okay…that was weird as fuck” you laughed it off, trying to calm yourself down. tossed your phone beside you and squeezed your eyes shut, begging for sleep.
you lasted maybe ten minutes.
your phone buzzed. a dare had come in.
you flipped your phone over, your thumb hovering over the app icon for a second.
you shut your eyes again, trying to fight the temptation.
“it’s just one dare” you muttered
famous last words.
the sign up was way too easy. it didn’t ask for real info, no verification, all you had to do was put in your username and click a button.
WATCHER - PLAYER
you hesitated at first, then pressed.
everything about the app changed in a blink, it had different colors, a different layout, your stomach twisted at the sight. this wasn’t just watching anymore. your overthinking quickly got interrupted by a buzzing sound.
WELCOME, PLAYER!
you straightened your back and sat up slowly, scanning the whole screen.
“okay…”
another buzz.
your heart dropped, along with the buzz.
DARE: FIND PLAYER #1410. KISS HIM.
REWARD: 100$
your eyes widened completely.
“no fucking way”
out of everyone…him?
you locked your phone, even considered backing out. deleting the app. but then the screen quickly split, a live map popped up, a blinking dot moving close. way too close.
your heart started pounding. you scrambled out of bed and rushed to the windows, he wasn’t here yet. “shit” you whisper, you quickly shut the blinds and turned off all the lights. you looked back down at your phone, tightening the grip around it.
you could still leave, you probably should.
you quickly grabbed your jacket, shoved your arms in it and slipped out the door before your brain could talk you out of it.
the second you stepped out the cold air smacked you in the face. you took a deep breath, looked at your surroundings quickly and began walking. your phone guided you step by step, that little blinking dot getting closer with every turn you took. your pulse racing with it.
and then you saw him. not through a screen, not through some stream. he was in front of you, for real. standing under a streetlight. waiting.
he looked a bit impatient, his jaw clenching and checking his phone every few seconds.
your phone buzzed
TARGET FOUND. COMPLETE THE DARE.
you swallowed, throat dry as hell.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me..”
you took one step forward. then another. your knees felt like giving out but you pushed through. your brain yelling at you to stop, to turn and start running but your feet weren’t listening.
he looked up. locked eyes with you instantly.
and this time it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
“you’re new” he said before you could even process all of this, his voice low and calmer than expected.
your grip around your phone got even tighter.
“…and you’re player #1410.”
a small smirk tugged at his lips. he looked amused
“first dare?”
you rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact your heart was beating so loud you were sure he heard it too “don’t make it obvious.”
that made him take a step slowly closing the distance between you two. your breath has gotten a bit heavier.
your phone buzzed loudly.
10 SECONDS REMAINING
“oh my god- wait-“ you panicked, eyes snapping down to the countdown.
“relax” he chuckled.
you looked up, hearing him say that somehow…actually made you relax.
he stepped right into your space, close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him even in the freezing cold air.
“just follow my lead” he murmured.
your mind went completely blank, goosebumps were sneaking in.
୨ৎ ─── nerve au , player!james x f!reader 𓏲 tension , strangers to ?? , not proofread ꪔ̤̮
𝓁ibrary ,, 𝓃ext part (coming soon) ,, 𝓉aglist (open)
𝔂ou told yourself one dare and done. now your phone is counting down, he’s way too close, and somehow… you’re not pulling away (959 💬)
GUMii , guys i’m scared this is so buns it’s my first time writing after months 💔 AND ITS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE NERVE CUZ ITS SUCH A GEM!!
you weren’t supposed to download the app.
nevermind, scratch that.
you were supposed to download it…just not as a player.
“be a watcher” your friend said earlier, shoving her phone so close to your face, you could basically kiss the screen. “it’s literally free entertainment” she pulled her arm back and proceeded to scroll.
and yeah she was right, it kinda was free entertainment. at first.
you were lying in bed with the lights off, just your screen lighting up your face as you mindlessly scrolled through dares. people dancing, people confessing to their crushes, people doing stupid shit for money and attention. your eyes were getting heavy, boredom setting in harder every swipe…until one stream caught your eye.
a guy. he didn’t have a proper username, just a number.
the camera was far away from him, it looked like some random watcher filmed him across the street, but he still stood out. he had a black hoodie on, hands in his pockets, standing completely still. he didn’t look like he was apart of it, more like above it.
“…why is he not doing anything?” your eyes narrowed, one eyebrow raised.
you tapped his profile.
PLAYER #1410
STATUS: ACTIVE
no clips, no completed dares, nothing at all
“what the hell.” your eyebrows furrowed deeper. you tapped on his profile hoping to ease the confusion but it somehow managed to leave you feeling even more confused. however you kept watching, waiting for something, anything to happen. just before you were about to give up and scroll, his phone buzzed. he glanced down, reading whatever popped up and then…paused.
slowly, deliberately, he lifted his head and looked straight at the camera.
your breath caught, your eyes widened slightly. there were dozens of people filming him from different angles but it felt like he was staring right through the screen. right at you.
you quickly locked your phone and slammed it face down on the bed, heart beating a bit faster than it should’ve.
“okay…that was weird as fuck” you laughed it off, trying to calm yourself down. tossed your phone beside you and squeezed your eyes shut, begging for sleep.
you lasted maybe ten minutes.
your phone buzzed. a dare had come in.
you flipped your phone over, your thumb hovering over the app icon for a second.
you shut your eyes again, trying to fight the temptation.
“it’s just one dare” you muttered
famous last words.
the sign up was way too easy. it didn’t ask for real info, no verification, all you had to do was put in your username and click a button.
WATCHER - PLAYER
you hesitated at first, then pressed.
everything about the app changed in a blink, it had different colors, a different layout, your stomach twisted at the sight. this wasn’t just watching anymore. your overthinking quickly got interrupted by a buzzing sound.
WELCOME, PLAYER!
you straightened your back and sat up slowly, scanning the whole screen.
“okay…”
another buzz.
your heart dropped, along with the buzz.
DARE: FIND PLAYER #1410. KISS HIM.
REWARD: 100$
your eyes widened completely.
“no fucking way”
out of everyone…him?
you locked your phone, even considered backing out. deleting the app. but then the screen quickly split, a live map popped up, a blinking dot moving close. way too close.
your heart started pounding. you scrambled out of bed and rushed to the windows, he wasn’t here yet. “shit” you whisper, you quickly shut the blinds and turned off all the lights. you looked back down at your phone, tightening the grip around it.
you could still leave, you probably should.
you quickly grabbed your jacket, shoved your arms in it and slipped out the door before your brain could talk you out of it.
the second you stepped out the cold air smacked you in the face. you took a deep breath, looked at your surroundings quickly and began walking. your phone guided you step by step, that little blinking dot getting closer with every turn you took. your pulse racing with it.
and then you saw him. not through a screen, not through some stream. he was in front of you, for real. standing under a streetlight. waiting.
he looked a bit impatient, his jaw clenching and checking his phone every few seconds.
your phone buzzed
TARGET FOUND. COMPLETE THE DARE.
you swallowed, throat dry as hell.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me..”
you took one step forward. then another. your knees felt like giving out but you pushed through. your brain yelling at you to stop, to turn and start running but your feet weren’t listening.
he looked up. locked eyes with you instantly.
and this time it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
“you’re new” he said before you could even process all of this, his voice low and calmer than expected.
your grip around your phone got even tighter.
“…and you’re player #1410.”
a small smirk tugged at his lips. he looked amused
“first dare?”
you rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact your heart was beating so loud you were sure he heard it too “don’t make it obvious.”
that made him take a step slowly closing the distance between you two. your breath has gotten a bit heavier.
your phone buzzed loudly.
10 SECONDS REMAINING
“oh my god- wait-“ you panicked, eyes snapping down to the countdown.
“relax” he chuckled.
you looked up, hearing him say that somehow…actually made you relax.
he stepped right into your space, close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him even in the freezing cold air.
“just follow my lead” he murmured.
your mind went completely blank, goosebumps were sneaking in.
୨ৎ ─── nerve au , player!james x f!reader 𓏲 tension , strangers to ?? , not proofread ꪔ̤̮
𝓁ibrary ,, 𝓃ext part (coming soon) ,, 𝓉aglist (open)
𝔂ou told yourself one dare and done. now your phone is counting down, he’s way too close, and somehow… you’re not pulling away (959 💬)
GUMii , guys i’m scared this is so buns it’s my first time writing after months 💔 AND ITS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE NERVE CUZ ITS SUCH A GEM!!
you weren’t supposed to download the app.
nevermind, scratch that.
you were supposed to download it…just not as a player.
“be a watcher” your friend said earlier, shoving her phone so close to your face, you could basically kiss the screen. “it’s literally free entertainment” she pulled her arm back and proceeded to scroll.
and yeah she was right, it kinda was free entertainment. at first.
you were lying in bed with the lights off, just your screen lighting up your face as you mindlessly scrolled through dares. people dancing, people confessing to their crushes, people doing stupid shit for money and attention. your eyes were getting heavy, boredom setting in harder every swipe…until one stream caught your eye.
a guy. he didn’t have a proper username, just a number.
the camera was far away from him, it looked like some random watcher filmed him across the street, but he still stood out. he had a black hoodie on, hands in his pockets, standing completely still. he didn’t look like he was apart of it, more like above it.
“…why is he not doing anything?” your eyes narrowed, one eyebrow raised.
you tapped his profile.
PLAYER #1410
STATUS: ACTIVE
no clips, no completed dares, nothing at all
“what the hell.” your eyebrows furrowed deeper. you tapped on his profile hoping to ease the confusion but it somehow managed to leave you feeling even more confused. however you kept watching, waiting for something, anything to happen. just before you were about to give up and scroll, his phone buzzed. he glanced down, reading whatever popped up and then…paused.
slowly, deliberately, he lifted his head and looked straight at the camera.
your breath caught, your eyes widened slightly. there were dozens of people filming him from different angles but it felt like he was staring right through the screen. right at you.
you quickly locked your phone and slammed it face down on the bed, heart beating a bit faster than it should’ve.
“okay…that was weird as fuck” you laughed it off, trying to calm yourself down. tossed your phone beside you and squeezed your eyes shut, begging for sleep.
you lasted maybe ten minutes.
your phone buzzed. a dare had come in.
you flipped your phone over, your thumb hovering over the app icon for a second.
you shut your eyes again, trying to fight the temptation.
“it’s just one dare” you muttered
famous last words.
the sign up was way too easy. it didn’t ask for real info, no verification, all you had to do was put in your username and click a button.
WATCHER - PLAYER
you hesitated at first, then pressed.
everything about the app changed in a blink, it had different colors, a different layout, your stomach twisted at the sight. this wasn’t just watching anymore. your overthinking quickly got interrupted by a buzzing sound.
WELCOME, PLAYER!
you straightened your back and sat up slowly, scanning the whole screen.
“okay…”
another buzz.
your heart dropped, along with the buzz.
DARE: FIND PLAYER #1410. KISS HIM.
REWARD: 100$
your eyes widened completely.
“no fucking way”
out of everyone…him?
you locked your phone, even considered backing out. deleting the app. but then the screen quickly split, a live map popped up, a blinking dot moving close. way too close.
your heart started pounding. you scrambled out of bed and rushed to the windows, he wasn’t here yet. “shit” you whisper, you quickly shut the blinds and turned off all the lights. you looked back down at your phone, tightening the grip around it.
you could still leave, you probably should.
you quickly grabbed your jacket, shoved your arms in it and slipped out the door before your brain could talk you out of it.
the second you stepped out the cold air smacked you in the face. you took a deep breath, looked at your surroundings quickly and began walking. your phone guided you step by step, that little blinking dot getting closer with every turn you took. your pulse racing with it.
and then you saw him. not through a screen, not through some stream. he was in front of you, for real. standing under a streetlight. waiting.
he looked a bit impatient, his jaw clenching and checking his phone every few seconds.
your phone buzzed
TARGET FOUND. COMPLETE THE DARE.
you swallowed, throat dry as hell.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me..”
you took one step forward. then another. your knees felt like giving out but you pushed through. your brain yelling at you to stop, to turn and start running but your feet weren’t listening.
he looked up. locked eyes with you instantly.
and this time it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
“you’re new” he said before you could even process all of this, his voice low and calmer than expected.
your grip around your phone got even tighter.
“…and you’re player #1410.”
a small smirk tugged at his lips. he looked amused
“first dare?”
you rolled your eyes trying to hide the fact your heart was beating so loud you were sure he heard it too “don’t make it obvious.”
that made him take a step slowly closing the distance between you two. your breath has gotten a bit heavier.
your phone buzzed loudly.
10 SECONDS REMAINING
“oh my god- wait-“ you panicked, eyes snapping down to the countdown.
“relax” he chuckled.
you looked up, hearing him say that somehow…actually made you relax.
he stepped right into your space, close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him even in the freezing cold air.
“just follow my lead” he murmured.
your mind went completely blank, goosebumps were sneaking in.
HEYOOO ITS ME 🍅!! Basically I never remembered the first request ( Boo tomato tomato 💔) But while I was stalking ur blog I came across ur idea of making a wifty fic and I wanted to ask if u still want to do that bc I recently watched it and I love it smmm
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thank you sm for following,liking,reblogging and js interacting w my posts. it actually means sm to me especially since i js started posting recently again. seeing ppl enjoy what i write makes me so happy i don’t think yall get it 😓
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𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─── you and keonho went live on weverse but keonho could not stop staring at you
★ bf ! keonho × fem!reader
word count ── 2.7k
˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! AFTER SEEING CLIPS OF SEONGHYEON AND KEONHO JUST STARING AT EACH OTHER WHILE STEEM WAS PLAYING, I HAD TO WRITE SMTH ABOUT THIS LMAOOOO 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The dorm living room was warmer than usual that night.
Soft lamplight filled the space, reflecting off the polished floor and the slightly messy couch where you and Keonho were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. The familiar Weverse Live interface glowed from the phone propped up on a small stand on the table in front of you.
Thousands of comments were already streaming by. Hearts floated up the screen like bubbles.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned closer to read the chat. “Hi everyone,” you said brightly, waving. “It’s been a while since we did a live together.”
Next to you, Keonho grinned and leaned into the camera a little too close. “Hello!” he chirped, his voice light and playful as always. “Did you miss us?”
The comments exploded.
WE MISSED YOU
KEONHO LOOKS SO HAPPY
YOU TWO AGAIN???
You laughed softly, the sound warm and easy as it blended with the quiet hum of the dorm living room.
The soft lamp beside the couch cast a golden glow over the space, making everything feel comfortable and relaxed. The phone sat propped up on a small stand on the coffee table, the Weverse Live screen bright as thousands of comments streamed past too quickly to read all at once.
Hearts floated endlessly up the screen.
Next to you, Keonho rested his elbow against the couch cushion, chin propped lazily in his palm as he faced the camera.
At least, that was what it looked like. In reality, his eyes kept drifting away from the phone, back to you.
It was supposed to look casual, friendly, normal, but he kept looking at you. Not just quick glances, not the polite kind of attention idols usually gave their members during lives.
These were slow, lingering stares. The kind where his gaze followed every little movement you made without him even realizing it.
Meanwhile, you were completely focused on the chat. Your eyes scanned the endless stream of messages, trying to pick out actual questions between the constant flood of:
NOTICE ME
PLEASE SAY MY NAME
HELLO FROM BRAZIL
WHAT DID YOU EAT TODAY
You squinted slightly, leaning a little closer to the phone.
“Someone asked what we ate today…” you read aloud, your voice thoughtful as you tried to find the comment again in the blur of text. “Oh! We had ramen earlier, right?”
You turned toward him.
He was already looking at you, his expression was soft, too soft. Like you were the most interesting thing in the world.
“…Right?” you repeated.
He blinked, realizing you had asked him something. “Oh— yeah,” he said quickly. “Ramen.”
You laughed, the sound bright and light as you nodded. “Yeah, ramen,” you confirmed to the camera. “But the best food we had recently was in Japan.”
Your eyes lit up immediately as the memory came back. “We flew to Japan for the performance last week,” you continued excitedly. “And we had a free day after the concert.”
Your hands moved as you talked, growing more animated the more you remembered. “I went thrifting during my free day.”
Keonho’s lips twitched slightly, he already knew where this story was going.
You leaned forward a little, elbows resting on your knees as you faced the camera more directly “Guys… I found the best thrift store.”
Your eyebrows lifted dramatically. “It looked really small from the outside,” you explained, “like just a normal little shop on the street. But when I went inside it was huge.”
The chat started flying even faster.
THRIFT HAUL PLEASE
WHAT DID YOU BUY
NOTICE ME Y/N
You kept talking, trying to keep up with the comments. “And the clothes were so cute,” you said. “Like vintage jackets, oversized sweaters, these really cool baggy jeans—”
You groaned softly, shaking your head. “I swear I almost went bankrupt in that store.”
Keonho let out a quiet laugh beside you.
You turned to look at him. “It’s true!”
“You bought a lot,” he said, amused.
“It wasn’t that much!”
“You had two bags.”
“That’s because coats are bulky!” you protested immediately.
He smiled again, not at the camera, at you.
The chat kept racing by, fans asking questions and spamming messages faster than you could read them.
“Wait— someone asked if we tried matcha in Japan,” you said suddenly, spotting the question.
Your face brightened. “Oh my god yes.”
You sat up straighter, clearly excited.
“I was determined to find the best matcha while we were there,” you said proudly.
Keonho nodded slowly. “You tried like five places.”
“They were all different!” you argued.
You turned back to the phone, explaining enthusiastically. “One place had the best matcha latte I’ve ever had. It wasn’t bitter at all and the foam on top was perfect.”
Your hands moved while you described it. “Like fluffy but not too sweet,” you said. “And the color was that really bright green so you know it’s good quality.”
Keonho watched you talk.
Your eyes sparkled every time you got excited about something. Your nose scrunched slightly when you described the bitter matcha you didn’t like. Your hands moved when you explained things.
He barely looked at the phone anymore, his attention stayed on you.
Meanwhile, you were still trying to keep up with the endless stream of comments. “Someone’s asking what I bought from the thrift store,” you said, squinting slightly at the screen.
“Oh! I got this really cool oversized jacket, two sweaters, a skirt, and—”
You paused suddenly. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”
Keonho blinked.
“What?”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re staring.”
He shrugged slightly, still resting his chin in his palm.
You rolled your eyes and turned back to the camera. “Anyway,” you continued, trying to remember your list. “I also got this really nice cardigan that I’m probably going to wear way too often—”
Keonho smiled softly as you spoke. He wasn’t even pretending to read the chat anymore.
Your voice filled the room while he watched you ramble about thrift finds and matcha shops like it was the most fascinating conversation in the world.
After a moment, you turned toward him again. “Are you even listening?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what did I just say?”
He opened his mouth, paused, then smiled sheepishly. “…Matcha?”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Keonho!”
He laughed, the sound soft and boyish as he leaned back against the couch.
And you went right back to talking to the fans, completely unaware that half the chat had stopped asking questions entirely.
Because they were too busy watching the way he looked at you.
Your hands moved when you talked, expressive and animated without you even realizing it. Every story you told came with little gestures, pointing when you remembered something specific, waving your hands when you got excited, tapping the couch when you laughed.
Keonho watched every single one.
Like it was fascinating.
Like the movement of your fingers and the sound of your voice were somehow more interesting than the thousands of fans currently watching the live.
Your eyebrows lifted when you spotted a funny comment buried in the flood of messages.
You burst out laughing, leaning slightly closer to the phone. “Oh my god— someone said I probably used Jame’s money to buy my clothes that day,” you read aloud.
You nodded immediately.
“They’re not wrong,” you admitted.
Beside you, Keonho let out a quiet snort. “You use his card for everything.”
You turned to him with an offended look. “Hey!”
“I swear you spend everyone’s money but yours,” he said, grinning.
“I spend my money!”
“name a time.”
You nudged his arm.
“Like a few days ago!”
“A few days ago or months?”
You gasped dramatically and looked back at the camera. “He’s lying, I do spend my money.”
The chat flooded again.
DEFEND Y/N
SHOPPING QUEEN
KEONHO IS EXPOSING YOU
You smiled when someone complimented your outfit. “Oh thank you!” you said brightly. “This sweater is actually from the thrift store I was talking about.”
You grabbed the sleeve, holding it up slightly for the camera. “I found it on the second floor,” you explained. “There were racks of oversized sweaters and I swear I wanted to take all of them home.”
Keonho nodded slowly. “You almost did.”
You elbowed him lightly. “Stop exaggerating!”
He laughed under his breath.
But even while laughing, his eyes stayed on you.
Your voice filled the room again as you scrolled through more comments. “Someone asked if Keonho bought anything,” you read.
You immediately turned toward him. “Did you?”
He shrugged casually. “No.”
Your jaw dropped.
“You didn’t buy anything??”
“There was nothing I needed.”
“You didn’t even try!”
“I did try,” he said.
You crossed your arms.
“Oh really? What did you try?”
“A beanie.”
You stared at him. “A beanie.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s it?”
He nodded.
“You were there for two hours.”
“I was supervising.”
You groaned loudly while the chat exploded with laughing messages.
“Anyway!” you said quickly. “What should we talk about next?”
While you scrolled through the comments again, Keonho’s gaze softened. He watched the way your eyes moved across the screen.
The way your lips curved when you smiled at certain messages, the way you hummed quietly when you were thinking.
You didn’t notice at first, you were too focused on reading the chat, but the chat definitely noticed.
The messages suddenly started changing.
STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT
THIS IS SO OBVIOUS
IS THIS A KDRAMA
HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S LISTENING TO HIS WIFE
Your eyes widened. You blinked rapidly at the screen. “…Why are they saying wife??”
Keonho snorted beside you.
You turned to glare at him instantly. “Stop laughing!”
“I’m not—”
He was, his shoulders were shaking slightly as he tried to hold it in.
You leaned closer to the phone again, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else before the fans got even weirder.
“So someone asked if Keonho has any new hobbies,” you read quickly.
You nudged him. “Answer.”
He turned toward you instantly, like he had been waiting for you to look at him again.
You felt it before you even fully turned your head, that gaze.
You sighed quietly and looked at him, and there it was again. That stupid, soft, affectionate stare.
Your face warmed immediately.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“Nothing,” you muttered.
You turned back to the phone quickly before the camera could catch your expression.
The comments were going feral.
OH MY GOD SHE NOTICED
THIS IS SO FUNNY
KEONHO IS DOWN BAD
HE IS GIGGLING
You buried your face in your hands for a second.“Guys,” you said weakly, peeking back at the screen. “Please stop making things up.”
Keonho leaned slightly closer to the camera. “They’re not making things up,” he said casually.
You whipped your head toward him so fast your hair swung. “Keonho.”
He looked at you, and smiled.
Not the playful idol smile he gave during performances or interviews, a soft one. The kind he only gave you when the cameras weren’t around.
The chat erupted again.
HELLO???
WHAT WAS THAT
THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER
Your heart jumped in your chest, you kicked his shin under the table.
He winced slightly but didn’t stop smiling.
You shot him a warning look.
He only looked more amused.
“Okay!” he suddenly said brightly, leaning forward and reaching for the phone before you could react. “I think that’s enough live for today!”
Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”
The screen went black, the live ended.
And just like that, silence filled the room.
The moment the screen went black, the room fell quiet.
The cheerful flood of hearts and comments disappeared, leaving only the soft hum of the dorm lights and the faint buzz of the phone still resting on the table.
For a second, neither of you moved, then you slowly turned your head.
Keonho was already looking at you, still smiling.
Your eyes narrowed, before he could say anything, You smacked his arm. “Keonho!”
He blinked at you, still smiling like he had no idea what he did wrong. “What?”
“You almost exposed us!”
He let out a quiet laugh, leaning back against the couch cushions like the situation was somehow funny. The sound was warm and boyish, the kind that always made it hard for you to stay mad at him.
Unfortunately for him, you were trying very hard right now. You crossed your arms, scooting slightly away from him on the couch. “They literally thought you were in love with me!”
He tilted his head slightly, like he was genuinely thinking about what you said. “I am.”
Your face went red instantly. “That’s not the point!”
Your voice came out louder than you expected, and you quickly glanced toward the hallway in case anyone else in the dorm heard.
Keonho only chuckled again, he shifted closer on the couch. The cushions dipped under his weight until your knees brushed together.
“You kept staring!” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“I was listening,” he said calmly.
“No you weren’t!”
“I was.”
“You looked like a lovesick puppy!”
“That’s rude.”
You shoved his shoulder. “You’re supposed to act normal on lives!”
“I was acting normal.”
“No you weren’t!”
He leaned even closer now, completely ignoring your attempts to keep distance between you. His eyes were bright with amusement, like he found your frustration adorable.
“But you’re interesting,” he said.
“That’s not—!”
Your sentence cut off abruptly, because his hand suddenly slid around your waist.
You froze.
His arm wrapped comfortably around you like it belonged there, his fingers resting against your side.
“Keonho—”
Before you could protest, he gently pulled you closer. Your body slid across the couch until you were pressed against him, your knees brushing his and your shoulder bumping into his chest.
“You’re interesting,” he repeated softly. His voice had dropped slightly, the teasing tone replaced with something quieter.
Your irritation wavered immediately. “I’m never going live with you again,” you muttered.
He chuckled under his breath and leaned forward until his forehead rested lightly against yours.
Up close, his eyes looked warm, happy. The kind of happy that made your chest feel a little too full.
“You were talking,” he said quietly. “Of course I looked at you.”
You tried to hold onto your annoyance. Tried to remember that he almost got both of you exposed to thousands of fans.
But his thumb had started tracing slow, lazy circles against your side. The gentle motion made your shoulders relax before you could stop it.
“You’re going to get us caught,” you said more quietly this time.
He shrugged a little, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I was just teasing.”
Your heart fluttered traitorously, before you could come up with a response, he leaned down and kissed you.
One of his hands slid up from your waist to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin while he tilted your face slightly toward him.
Your arm instinctively warped around his neck as you kissed him back.
It was slow, comfortable, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the world feel quiet.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours again, and he was grinning ear to ear.
You poked his chest lightly. “If we get exposed it’s your fault.”
He leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose. “I don’t care.”
“Keonho.”
“Yes, baby?”
You tried very hard not to melt at the pet name, you failed. “I hate you.”
He laughed softly and pulled you fully into his arms, wrapping them around you in a warm hug that pressed you comfortably against his chest.
Your cheek rested against his shoulder as his hand rubbed your back gently. “No you don’t bunny,” he murmured.
You buried your face into the fabric of his hoodie with a small sigh. “…Maybe.”
His quiet laugh rumbled in his chest beneath your cheek. He tilted his head and pressed another soft kiss to your hair.
And even though the live had ended, and even though thousands of fans were probably still freaking out in the comment section. Keonho looked down at you the same way he had been looking at you the entire live, like you were the most interesting thing in the room, like he was exactly where he belonged.
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