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@jakeyverse
cookies favorite ✶ ahn keonho
𓂃۶ৎ in which you meet your boyfriend‘s dog for the first time and he takes an unexpected liking to you.
boyfriend keonho x fem!reader ❤︎ fluff, pouty keonho, and kissing. wc 0.688k
Keonho had invited you over to his place to hang out.
He was very excited because it was the first time you would come over to his house.
He was also very happy you got to meet another very important animal in his life.
His dog cookie.
You knew how much he loved him because he would always find a way to bring him up in conversation.
Keonho had warned you that he wasn’t very nice to new people he met.
You though didn’t think much of it cause animals just tended to gravitate towards you.
You had finally arrived to his house and rang the doorbell.
“I’m coming.” you hear him say behind the door.
“Babeeeee hi.” He says with the brightest smile on his face.
You brightly beam back at him.
“Hi keo I missed you.” you say.
He moves away from the door frame the let you in.
As soon as you step inside, you can see cookie dashing towards you and growling.
“Bad boy coo-” he says scolding him.
You automatically bend down, putting your hand out for him to smell.
After smelling you, he immediately rubbed his head against your hand.
“I thought you said he was mean?” you say raising a brow at him.
“I swear he usually is I think you’re just magic.” he says trying to defend himself.
“Sit down on the couch don’t hurt your knees.” he says scolding you now.
You make your way to the couch and cookie immediately jumped into your lap.
He nudges your hand with his paw as a sign to keep petting him.
“Hey I want some attention too.” he whines to you making his way over to the couch.
As soon as Keonho tries to get near you cookie starts growling at him.
“Cookie she was mine first.” he says.
Cookie looks at him and nuzzles back into you.
“Sorry.” you say.
Keonho’s pout automatically starts to form.
“NO DON’T DO THAT.” you say, knowing you can’t resist his pout.
“I’m not doing anything.” he says continuing to pout finally being able to sit next to you on the couch.
“Cookie, do you mind moving so I can deal with your annoying owner.” you say whispering to him.
He moves out of your lap and moves to the side of your leg.
You turn over to face Keonho, leaning into press a quick kiss on his pouty lips.
“I wasn’t ready do it again.” he says smiling.
“Nope.” You say wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him.
Keonho‘s arms immediately wrap around your waist.
“OWWW.” you hear, Keonho scream.
“He just bit me.” he says.
You turned back around to see him just lying there.
“He would never just look at his face.” you say petting him.
“Cookie I can’t believe you’re picking favorites. You’ve done her for 20 minutes.” he says, shaking his head and pointing at him.
Cookie doesn’t even acknowledge him.
“It’s ok you’re still my favorite.” you say, hugging him tighter.
“And you’re mine.” he says, pressing a bunch of little kisses to your cheek.
Cookie immediately jumps down from the couch and barks at the both of you.
“He’s definitely not happy now.” he says laughing.
He immediately jumped back on the couch, putting himself in the middle of both of you and laying his head on your leg.
Keonho picks him up and places him back on the floor.
He wrap his arms and legs around you like a sloth.
He jumps back up, trying to find a way to be near you.
You move Keonho’s arms and legs of off you.
You pick cookie up and snuggle into him and he does the same.
“Did you just choose cookie over me.” he says, pretending to be offended.
“Just look he’s soooo cute.” you say.
“I’m cute too.” he says.
You stare at him blankly.
“Just say you love cookie more than me at this point.”
“I love you more, but cookie might be on the same level now.” you say.
“Great I’m being replaced by my dog.” he says, pretending to cry.
authors note - I love and hate this at the same time help me also divider from @cursed-carmine !
© jjuhyeon, 2026
baby, there’s no other superstar! — k. juhoon
( syn. ) juhoon knows how to keep a secret. his only exception? how down bad he is for his favourite niche pop star 🤨🤨
( tags ) smau ⋆ fanboy&&idol ! juhoon x girlset’s 5th mem. ! reader ⋆ featuring members of CORTIS && GIRLSET ⋆ crack ⋆ fluff ⋆ includes swearing
#🫖: it’s so easy to write martin as embarrassingly in love we must get juhoon onto this agenda too 😛 also girlset has like 3 songs so i had to help them out a bit 💀💀
STOP TALKING ⋆。‧˚ʚɞ MARTIN EDWARDS
MARTIN&FEM!READER
⊹₊⟡⋆. fashion killa, asap rocky︱martin is down bad for his stylist and everyone knows. (i really like this fic)
CONTENT! fluff kisses banter idol&stylist ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the studio was pretty much silent, which never happened when cortis had an outfit fitting. yn rustled through the racks of clothes all around the room.
she moved in front of the long mirror, smoothing out some wrinkles in a jacket. the hot pink baby tee she wore raised revealing the curve of her toned stomach as damp curls fell over her shoulders.
the door opened behind her, but she didn’t even have to turn, she knew exactly who it was.
“do you schedule my fittings last on purpose or something?” martin’s voice said from the doorway.
yn glanced at him through the mirror.
martin leaned on the doorframe, he had on basic blue jeans and a white tank top, but still looked like he was ready for a magazine shoot. his eyes fell on yn.
“you were twenty minutes late,” she huffed.
“sooo, basically on time.”
she finally turned and crossed her arms. “for you.”
martin grinned.
he pushed his tall body away from the door and walked closer, keeping his eyes on yn the whole time. the rest of the group had always made fun of martin’s big crush on their stylist, but they could understand it, all admitting she was crazy pretty.
yn pretended not to notice how he was looking at her, she picked up the jacket she was eyeing before and held it up to his chest, trying to focus on her job.
“arms up.”
martin lifted them immediately, staring down at her still.
“stop it,” yn said.
“sorry. you’re just extra distracting today.”
she snorted, stepping away to look at the outfit. “martin, i’m wearing a shirt and jeans.”
“yeah but it’s you wearing it.”
she rolled her eyes, trying to hide her small smile, but he saw it like he always did.
martin stepped closer until he was right in front of yn while she looked for a pin on the table. he was close enough to see the tiny birthmarks on her neck, and his gaze drifted down until it landed on the small script tattoo on her hipbone that read princess.
“princess,” he mumbled softly.
yn froze before also looking down. his hand slowly reached out, tracing the tattoo on her hip.
she felt her breath hitch. “you’re not supposed to touch the stylist,” she said, trying her hardest to sound like this wasn’t affecting her.
“if the stylist is flirting back you can,” martin responded.
she scoffed. “literally when have i ever flirted with you?”
“right now.”
yn was in the middle of stepping back but he gently pulled her in again by one of the belt loops on her jeans. now their bodies were way closer than before.
she narrowed her eyes at him.
“i’m desperate, yn,” martin said.
“i can tell, babe,” she laughed in his face.
he smiled and leaned in, her teasing only made him like her more. yn moved out of his hold by twisting to the side to grab a hanger from a nearby by rack.
martin watched her dodge away. “you always run.”
“i’m working.” she shrugged.
“you’ve been working around me for six months.”
yn took a shirt off the hanger and turned back toward the persistent boy.
“have you ever thought that i just don’t want you?”
“ouch.” martin held a hand dramatically to his chest.
he slowly stepped closer again and yn didn’t move away. they were so close that the room felt way smaller and the energy between them shifted.
martin studied her face like he was trying to find something.
“can i try something?” he asked more quietly than usual.
she squinted up at him. “that sounds really suspicious.”
“just trust me.”
“even more suspicious.”
he laughed under his breath as his hand found the belt loop of her jeans again, tugging her a little closer until their bodies brushed.
yn didn’t even try to pull herself away this time.
his thumb brushed over the tattoo on her hip again, but this time way more slower.
“i’ve been wanting to do this forever,” he mumbled lowly.
“touch my tattoo?”
his eyes met hers. “to kiss you.”
yn’s heart felt like it was doing backflips so obviously she did what she always did, leaned forward like she was about to kiss him, then moved sideways at the last second.
martin groaned. “c’mon.”
she grinned, walking backwards, but he just reached out again and pulled her back toward him by the wrist.
yn looked at him for real, there was something so warm in his face that made her chest feel tight and she exhaled slowly.
“you don’t give up, do you?”
“no.”
she shook her head, finally giving in. “fine.”
martin blinked. “fine what?”
yn stepped forward so their faces were inches apart and their lips brushed.
“god, just stop talking,” she whispered and then kissed him.
it was soft and shy at first like she was testing it. martin froze for a second because this moment had been replaying in his head for months and it was actually finally happening.
his hand fell to her waist as he pulled her closer, wanting her as close as possible. they both tilted their heads to deepen the kiss. martin couldn’t help but smile against her soft lips, he couldn’t believe she actually let him kiss her.
yn pulled back for air, martin’s eyes were clouded with pure happiness.
“i knew it,” he panted.
she furrowed her eyebrows, also out of breath. “what?”
“you do like me.”
“don’t get used to this.” she tried to hide her smile but it didn’t work at all.
martin leaned down and pressed another quick kiss to her lips. “you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like me, yn.”
ENTRY #11 𑣲 𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐎
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.
WOO DO-HWAN as KIM GUN WOO BLOODHOUNDS (2023) 1.01
───── MY BIGGEST FAN 西村 力 N. RK
ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you missed him, so why not go to his groups fansign to get his autograph…and him 。。 ɪᴅᴏʟ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
FLUFF & wc. 1490 + / kissing , skinship , petnames 。。
──── ARCHiVE
the venue buzzed with the soft thunder of excited fans, murmuring anticipation and rustling albums clutched tightly to chests. the fansign had just begun, and riki was seated in the center of the table with his members, his body present but his mind drifting.
he was polite as always, playful when prompted, but something about today felt heavier. the kind of heavy that came from being weeks apart from you. every tour stop, every rehearsal, every sleep deprived night had been softened only by your voice through a phone screen, your little texts full of love, your late night videos reminding him to eat and sleep.
but it still wasn’t you.
riki tried to shake it off as he scribbled messages on photobooks and smiled through soft fan interactions. his fingers twirled the pen absentmindedly and he barely noticed the way staff was subtly guiding the next fan toward him.
until he looked up and the air was knocked clean out of his lungs.
there you were. no hoodie. no mask. no disguise. just you—his beautiful girl. smiling, radiant, beautiful, and very much real. you stood there like a dream, an album in your hand and the most mischievous look on your face.
“hi riki,” you said sweetly, as if you weren’t flipping his entire world upside down.
his eyes went wide. for a second, he froze completely, mouth slightly parted. he almost stood up out of instinct, chest surging with the need to touch you, pull you in, confirm you weren’t a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep and too many energy drinks.
but staff, cameras, and fans. he forced himself to sit still. barely. “i—what—” his words fumbled out in a whisper. “you’re here?”
you placed the album down gently in front of him, your eyes sparkling. “what, not gonna sign for your biggest fan?” he blinked at the photobook, then slowly back up at you. “this is so evil.”
“don’t worry, i brought a pen,” you teased, tapping your fingers on the table. “autograph, please. make it special.”
riki tried to act cool, but his hands trembled slightly as he opened the album. the page you picked already had one of his pictures staring back at him. his sleepy post concert smile, the one you always said was your favorite.
he swallowed hard, willing his hands to move normally as he signed his name. underneath it, he scribbled a small, hidden message in tiny handwriting only you would understand : i’ve been going crazy without you.
then, as discreetly as he could manage, he slid his hand across the table. his fingers grazed yours and you didn’t hesitate. you interlaced your hands beneath the cover of the album, warm and familiar and home.
riki exhaled softly, the relief palpable in his shoulders. “i thought you were in L.A. until next week,” he whispered, eyes locked on yours.
“changed my flight,” you whispered back. “surprise.”
“best surprise of my life,” he murmured, squeezing your hand.
jake was the first to notice and from two seats down, he let out a very obvious, very exaggerated cough followed by a knowing smirk. riki didn’t even care. he was too busy trying to hold it together while every instinct in his body screamed to get up and hold you properly.
but you gave his hand one final squeeze before gently pulling back, eyes warm and full of unspoken promise. “see you backstage?”
“don’t run. i’m coming straight for you.” you winked, took the signed album, and stepped away. suddenly, the world was colorless without you standing in front of him.
the rest of the fansign was torture.
he powered through somehow, offering smiles and laughter like his heart hadn’t just nearly burst. but every few minutes, his eyes flicked toward the back exit, counting down the seconds until he could bolt.
and finally, finally, it ended.
the moment the cameras cut and the last fan waved goodbye, riki was up. he didn’t wait for staff instructions or even say goodbye to his members. he moved through the backstage corridors like a man on a mission, heart hammering, eyes scanning every corner.
then he turned into the hallway behind the dressing rooms and there you were. waiting against the wall, your fingers nervously twisting at the hem of your shirt, until you saw him.
“baby—”
he didn’t say a word. he closed the space in three long strides and wrapped his arms around you so tightly you gasped. he pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing you in like oxygen, like something he hadn’t had in too long.
“i missed you,” you whispered.
“never, ever leave me that long again,” he said into your neck. “that was the absolute worst.”
you chuckled, arms winding around him. “you’re so dramatic.”
he leaned back, hands cupping your cheeks. “i’m not. you were right there and i couldn’t even kiss you.”
your eyes softened, “you can now.”
that’s all it took before he kissed you. softly at first, then deeper, slower, like he was trying to make up for every second you two had been apart. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other still wrapped tight around your waist.
when he finally pulled away, he rested your foreheads together, noses brushing as his thumbs caressed your cheeks.
“you’re not going back to L.A. tomorrow, right?” he asked, breath still warm against your lips.
“i have five days here,” you whispered, your hands sliding up his back and curling at the nape of his neck.
“then cancel everything. i’m keeping you,” he said, dead serious.
you laughed softly, but it was the kind that came from deep in your chest. the kind that said i missed you just as much. “what would you even do with me for five days straight?”
his eyes narrowed slightly, a playful glint flashing through them. “are you asking me to give you a full itinerary?”
“ki—”
“okay, okay,” he smirked, hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “first, i’m gonna spend the rest of tonight with you in my arms. no distractions. no stage lights. no rushing to the next schedule. just us.”
you smiled up at him, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “then what?”
“then tomorrow, i’m taking you to every spot i wanted to show you while i was on tour here. that one cafe i kept texting you about? the one with the strawberry croissants?”
“you’ve been thinking about strawberry croissants this whole time?”
“no,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, “i’ve been thinking about you trying them and getting powdered sugar on your lips so i can have an excuse to kiss it off.”
you blushed and he laughed gently, dipping his head down to kiss the corner of your mouth.
he pulled back just enough to look at you fully, eyes scanning your face like he was memorizing every part all over again. “you’re really here,” he said again, almost to himself, “i still can’t believe it.”
“i wanted to see you,” you said softly. “you’ve looked so tired on camera lately.” he smiled, the kind of smile that only came when he was completely, fully at ease. “i’ve been tired. missing you is exhausting.”
you tilted your head. “you’re such a drama queen.” he leaned in again, brushing his lips over yours with a light laugh. “only for you.”
you two stood like that for a moment, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other in the quiet hallway where no one else could see. no stylists, no managers, no fans. just you and riki. his arms around you, your fingers tangled in his shirt, and the buzz of the outside world finally quiet for the first time in weeks.
then he whispered, lips brushing your hair, “come back with me to the dorm. the others will scream, but i need you to be with me tonight. i just…want to fall asleep next to you.”
your voice was soft, “are you sure?”
he nodded, eyes glassy with how much he missed you. “i don’t care who sees anymore. i just want you. i want to hold your hand outside a fansign. i want you in my bed, stealing my blankets and kicking me in your sleep.”
“you miss me kicking you?” you teased.
“i’d let you drop kick me if it meant waking up with you next to me.” that earned him a laugh so bright and familiar, it made his chest ache in the best way. he took your hand again, kissed the back of it, and looked into your eyes. “come with me?”
you nodded and just like that, you left together, his fingers laced with yours, hearts finally full again. he made it through the photos, the smiles, the empty days of pretending.
now he had what he really needed. you, in his arms, for real, and he wasn’t letting go.
⋆。°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh
BRUISED SILENCE ⋆˚꩜。 Y.JW
After his father’s violent outburst destroys his family, Jungwon is left to survive on his own. Now in college, he secretly fights in an underground ring to make money, hiding his pain behind a quiet, distant facade. When he meets y/n, an outgoing classmate who refuses to leave him alone, she slowly begins to break through his walls uncovering the truth he’s desperate to keep hidden.
pairing : collegestudent!jungwon x fem!reader
genre : smau, written & sc, fluff, suggestive, angst, violence, jungwon is sometimes nonchalant, inspired by the episode story “Dirty Play”
featuring : a-na & ian (hearts2hearts), dohoon (tws), sunoo heeseung jay jake ni-ki sunghoon & jungwon (enhypen)
tag list : @desirxriki @nonchalantkumi @ateez-atiny380 @choppedballoondetective
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Chapter Two: Moving out
Moving out was supposed to fix things.
That’s what y/n kept telling herself as she stood in the middle of her new apartment, hands on her hips, staring at the half-open boxes scattered across the floor.
Cleaner space. Closer to campus. New start.
No more clutter, no more chaos, no more long commutes.
“Finally,” she sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Peace.”
A knock interrupted her.
She blinked, confused. “Already?”
She hadn’t even fully moved in yet.
Walking over, she opened the door and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Jungwon stood there.
Same blank expression. Same unreadable eyes. Same I’d rather be anywhere else energy.
For a second, neither of them spoke.
Then
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” y/n said flatly.
Jungwon looked just as unimpressed. “…You live here?”
“I just moved in,” she shot back. “Why are you here?”
He jerked his head slightly toward the hallway behind him. “I live next door.”
Silence.
y/n stared at him.
Then laughed.
Not because it was funny but because it was the only way to process how unbelievably unfair this was.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, that’s actually insane.”
Jungwon didn’t react. “Your boxes are blocking the hallway.”
She blinked. “What?”
He pointed lazily. “That one.” A box near her door was slightly sticking out. “Can’t walk through properly.”
y/n stared at him like she might actually throw something.
“You came here,” she said slowly, “to complain about a box?”
“It’s in the way.”
“It’s been there for five minutes!”
“And it’s still in the way.”
Her eye twitched.
“You are unbelievable,” she muttered, pushing past him to drag the box further inside with more force than necessary. “There. Problem solved.”
Jungwon watched silently.
Then gave a small nod. “Thanks.”
And turned to leave.
“Wow,” she called after him. “Still no apology, huh?”
He paused, hand on his door handle.
“…For what this time?”
y/n let out a sharp laugh. “You know what? Never mind. I forgot you don’t do basic human decency.”
He looked at her for a second longer than usual.
Something flickered in his eyes. Brief. Gone just as fast.
“…You talk a lot,” he said.
“And you don’t talk enough. Clearly.”
A beat.
Then he opened his door.
“Goodnight.”
And shut it.
Right in her face.
y/n stood there, staring at the closed door like it had personally offended her.
“…I just moved in,” she whispered in disbelief. “And my neighbor is him?”
She dragged a hand down her face.
“Great. Fantastic. Amazing start.”
A few hours later, her apartment looked… decent.
Not perfect, but livable.
y/n collapsed onto her couch with a tired groan, grabbing her phone.
Morning came earlier than y/n wanted.
A loud thud echoed through the wall.
Her eyes snapped open.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Another noise something hitting the floor, followed by footsteps.
Heavy. Unbothered.
y/n sat up slowly, staring at the wall like she could burn a hole through it.
“Is he serious right now…?”
She grabbed her pillow and pressed it over her head.
Thud.
That was it.
She threw the pillow across the room. “OH MY GOD”
Next door, Jungwon paused mid-step.
He glanced at the wall.
Silence.
Then
A loud bang from the other side.
He exhaled quietly, running a hand through his hair.
“…Too early.”
But he didn’t stop moving.
Ten minutes later, y/n stood outside his door.
Still in her pajamas. Hair messy. Patience gone.
She knocked.
Hard.
No answer.
She knocked again. Louder.
The door opened.
Jungwon stood there, already dressed, bag slung over his shoulder like nothing was wrong.
He blinked once. “…Why are you here?”
y/n stared at him, speechless for a second.
“Why am I here?” she repeated. “You woke me up!”
“You’re awake now.”
Her jaw dropped. “That’s not the point!”
He leaned slightly against the doorframe, unfazed. “What do you want me to do about it?”
“I don’t know be quieter?!”
“I wasn’t loud.”
“You literally dropped something!”
“It slipped.”
“Oh my” She cut herself off, taking a breath. “You know what? Just try to be considerate. Other people live here.”
He looked at her.
Really looked this time.
Messy hair. Sleepy eyes. Clearly annoyed.
“…You’re loud too,” he said.
y/n blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Last night.”
“I was unpacking!”
“And talking.”
“…To myself.”
“Still loud.”
She stared at him like she might actually lose it.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re still here.”
A pause.
y/n clenched her fists.
“…I hate that you’re my neighbor.”
Jungwon shrugged slightly. “Then move.”
“Yeah, because that’s so easy!”
“Didn’t say it was.”
She let out a frustrated sound, stepping back. “Unbelievable.”
Jungwon didn’t stop her this time.
Didn’t add anything.
He just watched her walk back to her apartment, door slamming behind her.
Silence filled the hallway again.
He stood there for a second longer.
Then turned, locking his door and heading out like nothing happened.
Campus felt busier today.
Or maybe y/n was just more aware of everything.
Either way her mood? Ruined.
“You look like you didn’t sleep,” Ian said, eyeing her as they walked.
“I didn’t,” she replied flatly.
“New place already that bad?” A-na asked.
y/n sighed. “No. The place is fine.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Dohoon asked.
She stopped walking.
Turned to them.
“…My neighbor.”
Ian gasped dramatically. “No way it’s him again, isn’t it?”
y/n didn’t even need to answer.
“Oh, that’s rough,” A-na winced.
“Rough?” y/n repeated. “He woke me up, argued with me, and somehow still acted like I was the problem.”
Dohoon laughed. “Okay, that’s kind of funny.”
“It’s NOT funny!”
“Hey, at least your life isn’t boring,” Ian added.
“I would LOVE boring right now.”
“y/n!”
She turned.
Sunoo jogged up to them, smiling brightly.
“Morning!”
“Morning,” she sighed.
He glanced between her and her friends. “You okay? You look… stressed.”
“My neighbor exists,” she said simply.
Sunoo laughed awkwardly. “Still Jungwon, I assume.”
“Unfortunately.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “He’s… not great with people.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“He’s better than he seems,” Sunoo added softly.
y/n crossed her arms. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Across campus, Jungwon walked beside Heeseung and Jake.
“You look tired,” Jake noted.
“I’m fine.”
Heeseung raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t sound like it this morning.”
Jungwon glanced at him. “…What do you mean?”
“We texted. You didn’t reply.”
“…I was busy.”
Jake smirked. “Or distracted?”
Jungwon didn’t respond.
Heeseung studied him for a second. “Something happen?”
A pause.
“…My neighbor’s annoying,” Jungwon said finally.
Jake perked up. “Neighbor? The y/n girl?”
“Yeah, her.”
Heeseung caught it instantly. “Her?”
Jungwon went quiet.
Jake grinned. “Oh, this is interesting.”
“It’s not.”
“How does she look like?” Jake asked.
“I don’t know.”
Heeseung smirked slightly. “The same girl from your class?”
Jungwon didn’t answer.
Which was answer enough.
Jake laughed. “No way. That’s actually hilarious.”
Jungwon sighed, already regretting saying anything. “Can we drop it?”
“Sure,” Heeseung said easily.
But the look he shared with Jake said otherwise.
Later that day, y/n walked into her chemistry class
and stopped.
Of course.
Same seat.
Same guy.
Jungwon glanced up briefly as she approached.
No reaction.
Nothing.
y/n slowly walked to her seat beside him, dropping her bag a little harder than necessary.
Silence.
Then
“Don’t start,” Jungwon muttered.
Her head snapped toward him. “I didn’t even say anything!”
“You were going to.”
“Well, now I am!”
He exhaled quietly, already done with this.
“You woke me up,” she continued.
“You woke me up last night.”
“I was unpacking!”
“You were talking.”
“Oh my god are we seriously arguing about this again?!”
“Yes,” he said simply.
She stared at him.
Then let out a sharp laugh.
“You know what? Fine. Whatever. Just don’t talk to me.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Silence.
Two seconds.
Three.
Then
y/n scoffed under her breath, turning away.
Jungwon leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting forward again.
Same class.
Same neighbor.
Same girl.
Too loud.
Too close.
Too much.
And somehow
Not avoidable anymore.
- DESPERATELY
GENRE; She fell first, he fell harder
IN WHICH; You’re practically on your knees for sunghoon, sending him texts which don’t even mask your feelings for him, but he’s not that into you. Eventually your charms work on him flawlessly to the point where he is the one on his knees for you
PAIRING; nonidol!park sunghoon x f! reader
WARNINGS; mentions of alc, khs joke, sunghoons lowkey mean, cuss words, slight mentions of smut
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𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒…
riki had a reputation, one he wore like a badge. he wasn’t loud or disruptive in the way most troublemakers were. no dramatic shouting matches with teachers, no getting caught skipping class, but he had this stubborn streak that made him infamous in every classroom he stepped into.
if a teacher told him to do something, he’d act like they weren’t even talking to him. if a classmate asked for help, he’d either shrug or give a flat, “nah.” it wasn’t exactly rebellion. it was just riki being riki. unbothered, detached, and annoyingly consistent about it. except with you.
it was almost ridiculous how quickly he could switch. one moment, he’d be completely ignoring an instruction and the next, the second you opened your mouth, he was already doing whatever you’d asked without hesitation and people noticed. in fact, at this point, they lived for catching it happen.
it started right after first period. math class, bright and early, and mrs. park was already irritated. she stood at the front with a thick stack of worksheets in her hands.
“nishimura, pass these back,” she said. riki sat leaned back in his chair, spinning his pencil between his fingers like he had all the time in the world. “nishimura,” she repeated, sharper. he looked up at her lazily, “hm?”
“pass them back.” she said. “yeah, in a minute.” his pencil kept twirling. you sighed softly from your seat two over, leaning toward him just enough for your voice to carry. “ki, just pass them.” and like magic, his hands were already on the stack, passing them back without a word of protest.
when he was done, he turned toward you with that little smirk, the one that curled at the corner of his mouth like see? only for you.
somewhere behind you, a boy muttered to his friend, “he actually did it…because she told him to.” riki heard it too, and his smirk only deepened.
by third period gym, it happened again. mr. cho blew his whistle. “laps, let’s go! no exceptions!” students began jogging, but riki stayed planted on the bleachers, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“nishimura,” the coach called, “that means you too.” riki tilted his head back. “yeah, i’m good here.”
you jogged by, glancing at him with a grin. “come on, run with me.” before you could even slow down, he was on his feet, falling into stride beside you.
“ohhh, now he runs,” someone yelled from across the gym, and a few kids laughed. riki didn’t acknowledge them, brushing his fingers against yours every few seconds as you ran.
“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he murmured down to you. “lucky?” you teased. “yeah. if it was anyone else, i’d still be sitting.”
later, in english, your group was crowded around a table, working on a poster for a class presentation. “hey, riki, can you grab the glue sticks from the supply shelf?” one of your classmates asked. “nope,” riki replied without looking up, his scissors cutting neat strips of colored paper. you didn’t even hesitate. “kii, can you get them for me?”
he was already walking across the room before you’d finished the sentence. when he came back, he set the glue sticks right in front of you, leaning close enough that his voice was just for you. “anything else, princess?” the boy across from you snorted quietly, “whipped.” riki didn’t even try to deny it.
even at lunch, it showed. you and riki had just sat down when the lunch lady called over, “young man, can you push in that chair you left out?” riki kept walking toward the table.
“ki,” you said. he stopped mid step, looking over his shoulder instantly. “yeah?”
“push in your chair, please.” without a word, he turned around, fixed the chair, and came back. before sitting, he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “you know,” he said, smiling softly, “you could tell me to do anything and i’d do it.” you laughed quietly, “i know.”
after the final bell, you were packing your bag when a classmate wandered over. “hey, can you grab the basketball from the storage room?” they asked riki. “no.”
the guy rolled his eyes and turned to you. “y/n, can you tell him to do it?” you blinked. “seriously?”
“it’s the only way he’ll say yes.” riki gave him a flat look, but when you asked, “ki, could you grab it for him?” he sighed, getting up and disappearing into the hallway.
a minute later, he was back, dropping the ball into the guy’s hands. “don’t get used to it,” he muttered, before turning to you with a softened expression. “ready to go?” he asked, grabbing your bag from your desk and holding it easily over his shoulder.
as you walked toward the gates together, he kept close, brushing his hand against yours until you finally laced your fingers together. “you really only listen to me, huh” you said, amused. “told you,” he murmured, giving your hand a squeeze, “i only listen to you.”
and it wasn’t just some school quirk, he meant it. riki didn’t care if teachers rolled their eyes or classmates teased him for it. none of them mattered the way you did. if you wanted something, it became a priority.
sometimes, people would even test it on purpose, calling your name just so you’d pass on their request to him. and every time, without fail, he’d do it. maybe with a little dramatic sigh first and then come right back to you, slipping into that soft, affectionate mode that was reserved for you alone.
he’d take the long way around the classroom just to brush his shoulder against yours on the way back. he’d set whatever you’d asked for in front of you gently, like it was something precious. and if he thought no one was looking, he’d press his lips to your temple or let his hand linger at your waist, his voice low when he’d say, “see? anything for you.”
everyone at school knew the truth by now. riki wasn’t just stubborn, he was hopelessly, ridiculously soft for his girlfriend and he didn’t care who saw it.
⋆。°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva @heekolazz @soona-huh @01209r @sunhrtss @starniras @lovestruck-sky @j4eyxn @overmura @saraabbas @raginghellfire
I will forever be in denial
I will forever be in denial
The face of someone who is NOT ready to be a father
- Ni-ki - 니키
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