SYNOPSIS: They were never supposed to mean anything to each other.
Jeong Semin is an idol—all charm and rehearsed smiles. You’re a model—confident, camera-ready, and a little too honest for live TV. You were only meant to appear as special MCs once, but fans loved the chemistry so much your auditions were accepted.
On stage, it’s playful banter and easy smiles. Off stage, it’s late-night rehearsals, quiet laughter, and a closeness neither of you planned.
CONTAINS: Idol!Semin x Model!Fem!Reader, Y/N is 08L, face claim as Leeseo from IVE, high school AU, all of IDID, ILLIT and CORTIS, + more to be added.
STATUS: In progress..
PLAYLIST IS HERE!
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hai withids… please put me in timeout or box of shame omg i’ve been worried about accidentally making semin ooc in my writing as this will be my first fanfic in my 18 years of living 😓 i’ve been dragging the fic for so long i’m so sorry
binge watching idid youtube content since push back era because i haven’t caught up with their content since that era i fear… this is also for writing them sooo 🫠
HALLOOOOO EVERYPONY just came back from the dead to say that i’m so happy kyuhyun is debuting 🥹 ok bye i’ll close my coffin now (or not… i’ll work on the semin fic trust) as for whether i’ll make it smau or written, we’ll see…
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 ─── after your date, your feet starts hurting from your heels, so your strong bf carries you
★ bf ! keonho × fem!reader
word count ── 1.2k
˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! i love this concept SO FREAKING MUCH LIKE I HAD TO WRITE MORE FLUFF FOR KEONHO :((( HES SO CUTE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The restaurant doors closed softly behind you as you stepped out into the cool evening air, the sound of quiet laughter and clinking glasses fading behind you.
Night had fully settled in, the city glowing in warm lights. Street lamps painted the sidewalk gold, and the faint hum of cars passing by filled the comfortable silence between you and Keonho.
Your date had gone better than you expected.
Actually… perfectly.
Keonho walked beside you with that same bright smile he seemed to carry everywhere, his hands shoved loosely into the pockets of his jacket as he rocked slightly on his heels with every step. He looked almost boyish like this, like someone who couldn’t stop smiling even if he tried.
You had always thought he looked happiest when he was with you.
Which was why you had spent so long getting ready tonight.
Your outfit had taken forever to pick out, a soft dress that fit you just right, jewelry that caught the light when you moved, and the pair of heels you were now starting to regret wearing.
They looked amazing.
They just… didn’t feel amazing.
You tried not to show it as you walked down the sidewalk toward the parking lot, but each step sent a small ache through the arches of your feet.
You winced slightly.
Keonho noticed immediately, he always did.
His head tilted, eyes narrowing in curiosity as he looked down at your feet and then back up at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice light but observant.
You quickly straightened. “Yeah,” you said.
He hummed suspiciously. “You made a face.”
“I did not.”
“You definitely did.”
You tried to keep walking like nothing was wrong, but after another few steps the pain flared again and you slowed down just slightly.
That was all it took.
Keonho stopped walking.
You took two more steps before realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore.
Turning around, you found him staring at you with his arms crossed and a playful pout on his lips.
“You’re limping,” he said.
“I am not limping.”
“You are absolutely limping.”
You sighed, glancing down at your shoes. “…My feet hurt a little.”
Keonho raised an eyebrow, taking a quick glance at your heels before coming back to you. “A little?” he repeated.
“They just— they matched the outfit really well,” you defended weakly.
His expression softened instantly.
“Baby,” he said gently.
Before you could react, he crouched down in front of you.
You blinked. “What are you doing?”
He looked up at you with a grin that was far too mischievous. “Fixing the problem.”
And then suddenly, you were in the air.
A surprised yelp left your lips as Keonho scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other around your back.
Your hands immediately grabbed onto his shoulders.
“Keonho!”
He laughed, the sound was bright and boyish, echoing down the quiet sidewalk. “You said your feet hurt.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to carry me!”
“But it does,” he insisted proudly. He started walking toward the car like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Your face burned. “Put me down!”
“Nope.”
“People are looking!”
“Let them look.”
He seemed completely unfazed, smiling widely as he carried you across the parking lot like you weighed nothing at all.
You stared at him, slightly stunned.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m a gentleman,” he corrected proudly.
“You’re a menace.”
He laughed again, pulling you a little closer against his chest.
Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, your face only inches from his.
Up close like this, you could see the warmth in his eyes, that same happiness that always seemed to radiate off him.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I didn’t know heels hurt this much.”
“I mean it depends,” you muttered.
“But they still hurt right?”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling.
When he finally reached the car, he didn’t put you down right away.
Instead, he leaned you gently against the side of the car while still holding you.
“You’re lighter than I expected,” he said thoughtfully.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m complimenting you!”
“That was not a compliment.”
He grinned. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“You’re a little mad.”
You huffed.
Before you could argue further, Keonho leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
Your words died instantly.
He pulled back with the same innocent smile.
“There,” he said proudly. “Better.”
“You can’t just kiss me to win arguments.”
“Yes I can.”
Your face warmed again. “Keonho…”
He kissed you again.
This time it was slower, softer.
His lips brushed yours gently, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter before he pulled away.
“You’re really pretty tonight,” he murmured.
The softness in his voice made your chest ache. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not,” he insisted.
His hand slid up your arm, fingers tracing gentle circles against your skin.
“I’ve been trying not to stare all night.”
You laughed quietly.
“You were staring.”
“I know.”
He didn’t even try to deny it.
His smile turned shy in that oddly boyish way he had sometimes.
“You looked so pretty I got nervous.”
“You?” you teased. “Nervous?”
“Hey,” he protested, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “I get nervous around you.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is true.”
He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, and then another, and another.
They were soft, playful little pecks that made you laugh as you tried to push him away.
“Keonho—”
He kissed you again.
“Stop!”
He kissed your cheek.
“Okay okay,” he laughed when you finally shoved his shoulder lightly.
But his arms tightened around you again, pulling you back against him like he physically couldn’t help it.
He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.
“You smell nice,” he mumbled.
“You’re acting like a puppy.”
“I know.” He didn’t even sound ashamed, if anything, he sounded proud.
After a moment he finally opened the passenger door and gently set you down on the seat.
Your feet immediately sighed in relief.
He crouched down beside the car.
“Give me your foot.”
“…What?”
“Your foot.”
“Why?”
“Just give it.”
Suspiciously, you lifted one foot slightly.
He carefully slid your heel off.
The relief was instant.
“Oh my god,” you sighed.
“Told you.”
“You’re never letting this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
He placed your heels neatly on the floor of the car before looking up at you with that same bright smile.
“You look happier already.”
Your heart squeezed a little.
“Thank you.”
He leaned up, resting his chin on the edge of the door.
“You know, you don’t have to carry me everywhere.”
“But it’s fun, plus I get to see your beautiful face closer.”
You laughed softly. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Why? I’m just showing my love and affection towards you.” He grinned.
“I love you.” The words slipped out so naturally that you barely realized you said them.
But Keonho froze, then his entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“You do?”
You blinked.
“…Yes?”
He leaned forward quickly and kissed you again, this time deeper and slower, one hand cupping your cheek.
When he pulled back, he was practically glowing.
“I love you too,” he said.
Then he paused. “…Wait.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
His grin returned.
“If your feet still hurt later…”
“…Yes?”
“I can carry you inside too.”
You groaned.
“Keonho.”
He laughed, closing the door before jogging around to the driver’s side.
And somehow, even with aching feet and ruined heels, you had never felt happier.
hii!! i really hope you post for your semin smau soon!! dont worry of ot flops ill be ur #1 supporter :3
hey moot! oh em gee i’m so sorry for the very late reply… but i really appreciate your support 🥹<3 i’ll make a comeback soon when i’m not in a creative slump anymore trust
