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“So, everyone wants to know: are the two of you... romantically involved?” Every eye was turned toward you and Vernon as you sat next to each other during the interview, waiting for the juicy answer.

After catching each other’s eyes, you let the silence settle in the air before trying to hold back your giggles. The curious faces around the room switched to ones of confusion as the two of you laughed out loud, holding your stomachs and leaning on each other.

You had heard this question from every interviewer ever since you had met Vernon 4 years ago. You both had hit it off being the more reserved ones of your groups on the surface, but it was super easy to let the crazy out around him. Vernon had become more like a part of your family than a fellow idol, and you were grateful everyday to him for being one of your best friends.

“This guy? Come on,” you teased, earning a protest from your friend.

“Hey, don’t be mean! I thought that you liked me for the first year I knew you!” He got a punch in the arm.

The female interviewer interrupted your playful banter. “Never even gone out together?”

The two of you shook your heads in rejection. Sure, there had been confusion in the beginning like Vernon had said, but the relationship had remained strictly platonic.

“Don’t you find each other attractive?” The way the question was worded made it seem like a female and male couldn’t be friends without also being romantically attracted to each other, which wasn’t anything new, yet it still pissed the two of you off.

“Yes, I do find her attractive, but that’s not the point.”

“Well, what is-“

You interrupted, truly annoyed that no one seemed able to believe the two of you. “The point is that, even if we find each other attractive, we still are friends, and just friends, no matter what other people might think. Just because you find someone attractive doesn’t mean that you have to feel something more for them past a friendship.”

Vernon nodded and patted you on the shoulder. “We want to try and erase the stereotype that female and male idols have to be romantically linked to hang out and be good friends,” he said, taking over for you. Yet another reason why you were glad to have him, he always knew what you wanted to say before you did.

The interviewer looked like she had a frog in her mouth with how flabbergasted she was. “I, uh, yes, that’s true.”

You laughed again and nudged Vernon’s shoulder. “Thanks for that,” you whispered.

“Ah, where would you be without me?”

You scrunched your nose up at him as the interviewer spoke to the cameras. “You know you love me.”

He held back a smile. “Yeah, I do.”

(Requested by anon)

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Vernon with his female idol!best friend talking about their platonic relationship on a variety show?? Please🥺

I got it and it will get done by today I promise😣

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𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚊𝚝  𝚖𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

Changbin roommates/friends to lovers au written for @kawaiikalia, winner of the stray kids bias contest!

Thank you for sticking with me through this one, I know it took forever 😅 hopefully I can get my schedule on track and be back with another contest soon!

CH.1

CH.2

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CH.3

The muted tone of the electrical appliances in your kitchen was driving you crazy. You had gotten ready way too early for your date with Chan, yet it didn’t cause you any more comfort to have to wait. The two of you had settled on dinner instead, making you count down the hours until the sun began to settle beneath the dark and cloudy horizon. A ringing from your bag made you jump in your seat at the kitchen counter. The phone alarm to notify you to leave. Damn it, get up, you thought to your unmoving body. You took one more look toward’s your roommate’s shut door, replaying in your head the argument you two had gotten into only an hour ago. His door hadn’t opened since.

“Why so dressed up?” Changbin’s tone held disinterest, even though his eyebrows piqued as he gave you an up-and-down glance. 

Nose turned towards the sky, you refused to make eye contact and kept your answer short. “It is a date.” Your heart ached a little when, out of the corner of your upturned gaze, you saw him look at the floor almost forlornly. 

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, pretending to forget even though you had made it abundantly clear to him earlier. “I still think you’re moving too fast.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you had inquired to that snide comment. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes, but-“

“So shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, happy for me?” What were you saying: not even you were entirely happy about going on this date. Sure, Chan had been sweet, but it was obvious to you now. You just couldn’t see anyone else when Bin was in the room.

“I want what’s best for you,” he sighed in exasperation, “of course, I don’t think that’s Chan…”

“Why not?! He works with you!” Your blood was boiling now. Why wouldn’t he just say that he didn’t want you going because it meant that you didn’t love him back, not like that, didn’t cherish him like you so wanted him to.

Rather, Changbin laughed mockingly. “So you really think that that just magically makes him a fit for you? You just met the guy two days ago!”

You scoffed. “God, Bin, it’s just a date, I’m not in love with him-“

“But you could be!” He said it so quickly that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. The heavy silence felt like it was pressing on your lungs as if you were sinking into the ocean. With a hand clamped over his mouth, he gave you only a second to softly speak his name before his door closed behind him. 

It took you another moment to put your hand down as it was outstretched in his direction. 

This movie continued to play in your mind, rewinding again just to depress and confuse you. Again, you noticed the quiet around you. Hearing it felt like a final sentence in court. That’s it then, you thought with a breath, exiting the apartment. 

You had never experienced claustrophobia in your own car until now. Your hands peeled off of the steering wheel with sweat clinging to them, though you weren’t really sure which emotion to blame for it. Chan, Chan, think about Chan, you tried to coax yourself into thinking. A certain man’s angular face with black hair and a charming smile kept infiltrating your failing hypnotism. Pulling up to a stop sign barely two streets from your house, you bonked your head on the wheel and let out a groan of agony and frustration. “Ugh, you idiot! You’re in love with your best friend!” A string in your heart felt like it had popped when you finally said it aloud. The sensation was strangely…nice, even as you thought about how you were about to go on a date with another person. All you had to do now was…

“Tell him.” You interrupted yourself before you could get the chance to second guess. Feet and hands moving by themselves, your car made a U-turn and headed back in the direction of the apartment. Those two words washed away your previous conversation, the anxiety, the overthinking, and blew them out of the water. They echoed almost joyously in your mind as you dashed out of your car and back inside, opening your apartment door and throwing your things down. One door separated the two of you from finally being honest. Knocking on it vigorously until you could hear Bin walking towards you, you steadied your heartbeat. 

The door creaked slowly open and Changbin stood behind, out of sight. “What do you want?” Even the harshness of his tone was a comfort.

“You’re wrong.”

Puzzled, he poked his head out. “I’m what?”

“Wrong,” you said, breathing deeply. “About me.”

He didn’t want to argue again, it had cut him deep enough already. “How so?” he snapped back, still unable to control it.

“I could never be in love with Chan,” you said, trying to suppress your grin, “because I love someone else.”

A small ‘oh’ came from behind the door, followed by a little remorseful laugh. “Go out with them, then.” He began to shut the door again, until your hand gently pushed it fully open to reveal Changbin standing there, startled, somehow the most beautiful you had ever seen him.

“OK, I will,” you quipped, stepping right up to him so that your noses were nearly touching, “go out with me.”

Changbin felt his brain short circuit. It was like you had poured water on and electrocuted him, sending a shockwave through his spine. “W-wait-“

You laughed happily and gazed into his stunned eyes. “It’s you, Binnie, I-“

“Don’t mess with me, you can’t- you can’t mess with me like this,” he stuttered, burning up underneath your fingertips and looking anywhere but your face. 

Cupping his face gently to hold his attention, you knew that he needed reassurance. “Changbin.”

“What?”

“I am in love with you.” You annunciated every syllable. 

Once he could see the sincerity in your eyes, his expression morphed into bewildered happiness as his trembling hands reached your face as well. “Really?”

Your nod only made him more sure. “I love you too, I have for so long- I just didn’t know how to tell you, or what to say…” he rambled, pulling you closer with every word. His arms moved to circle hesitantly around your waist, savoring the amazingly unfamiliar feeling of holding you like he had wanted to for so long now.

In the air hung a built-up tension, inflating every millisecond until you couldn’t take the silence anymore. You’d had enough silence for a lifetime. Finally, he was looking at you differently. 

Your heart held the softest feeling as you tilted his head to the side and brought your lips to his. He felt like warmth during winter, like drinking hot chocolate after you’ve been outside for a while. 

Changbin laughed as he kissed you and hugged you tighter, nearly lifting you off the ground. Drawing back only a little to smile and tease you about not being able to keep your hands off of him, he steered you into his room and sat down with you on his bed. Tackling and smothering you with more affectionate pecks, the two of you couldn’t stop giggling giddily. 

Snuggling in, the feeling of dread at leaving Chan hanging had settled at the pit of your stomach. Not that you were too worried about it though. To be honest, there wasn’t much else that you were thinking of at the moment but the boy that was wrapping you up in his hold, kissing you softly, and telling you he loved you. It was nice to hear again after so many times without any real meaning, so you whispered it back, knowing that you had meant it the whole time.

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“Darren, I don't know what else to tell you,” you sighed, brushing the dust off of your lap. The boxes surrounding you were covered in it, making the attic feel even stuffier. “I thought I packed the album in this box, but obviously I misplaced it.”

He ran his fingers through his hair in stressful worry. “That photo album had all of our pictures from our first two years together, are you kidding me?” The tone of voice made you feel even worse: disbelief mixed with crushing disappointment. 

You stood and met his gaze with remorse in your eyes. “I- I’m sorry, I really thought that-”

“No, you know what, it’s...whatever,” Darren stuttered, waving his hand dismissively before climbing back down the attic stairs with palpable exasperation. He ignored your call out to him. 

You listened to the front door open and close. The car was gone from the driveway once you had climbed back down yourself. Shoulders sagging in frustration, you bristled at his overreaction. “Ugh, Darren...” 

The photos were one of a kind, taken with disposable dollar store cameras that had become a part of the tradition over the course of your relationship. It had started on the first vacation you went on together, but every time after that, the tacky cameras had always been present in your suitcase. Your heart had dropped at your feet when you realized that you couldn't find it, even though those boxes hadn't been opened since the two of you moved into your home together.

Walking numbly back to your room, you decided to wait for Darren and fell asleep while doing so, wanting nothing more than to escape the anxious thoughts in your mind. 

About two hours later, you were awoken to a soft hand shaking your shoulder in what seemed like excitement. Wondering what could have transpired while you were asleep, you groggily sat up to face Darren. 

He had a giddy smile on his face. “Wake up, baby...” he cooed, brushing your hair out of your face and giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead. Helping you get up, he began to lead you out of the room, telling you to watch your step once you got to the staircase.

“Listen, I want to apologize again,” you said, mourning the ruined mood that it was sure to bring. Once downstairs, Darren hushed you reassuringly and gave you a hug. 

“I overreacted, so I don't want you to say you're sorry. So, this is my apology to you.” He pulled you outside onto the patio, which had been decorated with string lights and small photographs...

“You found the photos!” you rejoiced, running around to look at all of them. There were a few candids you didn't recognize of yourself, realizing Darren must have taken way more of you than you thought. “Did you-”

“Do all of this while you were asleep?” he finished. “Yes, and I was surprised you didn't wake up the entire time.” Wrapping his arms around you from the back, he asked you sheepishly if you liked it.

Flipping around in his grip, you scoffed in disbelief and laughed. “Are you kidding me? This is the best apology I’ve ever gotten,” you giggled, ruffling his hair. Giving him a kiss as his cheeks heated up in embarrassment, you blessed yourself for finding yourself such an amazing partner.

(Requested by anon)

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I’m currently struggling to balance writing and schoolwork so I’m gonna finish the requests and the commission and then be done for a little while (be back soon!)

thx for understanding❤️

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hiii! i recently found your page and I REALLY LIKED IT- no LOVED IT. i saw that your requests are open for idols, but i was wondering if i could request an angst/fluff imagines (like you both have a fight but fluffy ending) for a taiwanese actor wang talu? i recently watched his movies and i’m obsessed hehe :) sorry for writing so long. but anyways, thank you in advance if you’re reading this ☺️

OMFG MY OUR TIMES KING!!! I’m not as used to writing for actors, and my time is a little constricted rn, but I’ll do my best😁 also tysm for being so sweet💕 I’m glad u like my page

[k-imagine-s]

𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚊𝚝  𝚖𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

Changbin roommates/friends to lovers au written for @kawaiikalia, winner of the stray kids bias contest!

ugh I’m so bad at keeping updates on schedule, but I’ll try to post again soon, thanks for waiting!

Also, HAPPY LATE BDAY BINNIE ILY❤️❤️❤️

CH.1

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CH.2

Your eyes cracked open slightly as you listened to the coffee pot being put on. Pulling the covers back over your frigid shoulders, you reminded yourself to thank Changbin later for waking up early for once. Neither of you were early birds, but on occasion, one of you would take pity on the other and start breakfast. Binnie had a hangover last time you got up to cook, so at least he knew that it was his turn.

“Get up!” he shouted from the kitchen right next to your door. Bin’s voice pierced through your complacent daydreaming of not having to go to work. Unfortunately, reality was not as sweet and the minutes ticked by on the alarm clock by your bed. Once you had hit the 10 minute mark of not moving, Changbin knocked on your door roughly.

“I know you’re still in bed so I’m opening the door,” he mumbled, peeking inside, “c’mon, get up.” With your shoulder facing him, he knelt down by the side of your bed. “Hey, the coffee’s gonna get cold.” His voice peaked a little and rose as he spoke, bringing out the playfulness in his tone. 

From the other side of the bed, eyes closed in protest, you snorted. “Don’t try acting cute, Binnie…” you mumbled. 

“I knew you were awake!”

“Shut up, dummy, I’m getting up, OK?” Flipping over toward him, you leaned on your elbow and tried to think of some sarcastically scathing comment about how he probably made everything wrong. “Just-“

The two of you froze as your eyes met, barely a few inches from each other. His nose nearly had grazed yours as you looked up from the covers bunched around your torso. It was an odd sight to see Bin so close, but it just reaffirmed the fact that he was godly handsome, even this early in the morning. Starting at the top with his ruffled black hair and following the pretty curve of his face down to the lean muscle of his shoulders, you scanned him, becoming more and more confused as you did. Bin’s face reflected yours as you noticed that he was tracing the slope of your neck with his stare, mouth hanging open slightly. A strange tension hung in the air like fog, unable to cut through because you couldn’t quite grasp what it was. Neither of you had ever wanted anything more than a friendship, so why did it entice you to see him gulp and fluster at being so close to you? 

The clock couldn’t keep up with how fast the two of you pulled away after that thought. “I’m up,” you said, rolling over again and getting out of the bed. You ran your hands over your hair and your face, rubbing your eyes furiously. Putting on a forced smile, you told him that he could just leave it on the stove for you. “Hope you didn’t burn the eggs this time,” you joked, trying to put the airiness back in the conversation again. 

The word ’sure’ sounded like it died in his throat as Changbin moved awkwardly out of the room and back to the kitchen. His shoulders were tensed up to his ears, which were a burnt shade of crimson.

The day went on like the one before it, mindless and boring. The view of your car in the parking lot from behind the desk you sat at tantalized you the entire day. Once you had acted fake nice to the manager and the rest of your coworkers enough to get sent home early, you skipped out to the car and headed toward your roommates building about 30 minutes early. The breeze blew across your back as you rested yourself on the same bench, opening your book and twirling the ear of the page between your fingers. Hurry up, you thought lazily in Changbin’s direction, glancing every few seconds towards the door to see if he was walking through. Why am I getting antsy to see him? Your brain had asked the question you hadn’t wanted to associate with your toes dancing in your shoes with giddiness. Because he’s my best friend, duh, you figured dismissively, ignoring your nagging mind in order to catch whoever just exited the building. 

A flash of blonde made your stomach jump. It was the guy around Bin’s age that also worked in the recording studio office, the one that had caught your eye yesterday. He was trying to shove his laptop into his backpack, very unsuccessfully, when he looked up and seemed happy to see you. However brief, his gaze stuck with you in your mind, making you question…things. Putting your nose back into your book, you listened to his footsteps stepping closer and closer until a backpack was set down carefully near your feet on the other end of the bench. The boy sat down and took his headphones off before clearing his throat and excusing himself. “Are you Changbin’s roommate?”

Surprised, you turned quickly and smiled, not realizing you were doing so just because of the mention of his name. “Yeah, do you work with him?”

The blonde extended his hand to you. “Chan. I’m one of the other interns.”

Taking his hand and shaking it gingerly, you responded with your own name. “So, what’s he told you about me?” you asked, before cupping your hand next to your mouth to whisper to him, “It’s all untrue, whatever it is.”

Chan laughed musically. “Trust me, all good things. I saw the two of you together yesterday, and I kind of wanted to meet you, so I hope it’s not weird for me to come up and talk to you,” he scratched the back of his head, “The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

Hands up in defense, you shook your head vigorously and assured him that it wasn’t a problem. He was being so polite, and time wasn’t ticking by any faster, so you and Chan began to chat about school and work, your hobbies, his hobbies, and everything in between. At least, enough to fill the 45 minutes until Changbin ran out the door of the office, running over to the two of you with a grin.

“Hey, man,” Bin said, clapping Chan on the shoulder and turning to you with wide eyes. “You guys been talking about me?”

“Ha, you wish,” you laughed sarcastically, “we’re just passing the time until you got done. How come you never tell me cool stuff about work like Chan does?”

You and Bin stuck your tongues out at each other childishly, not paying much attention to the blonde’s laughing in the background.

Chan reached into his backpack and pulled out a slip of paper which he scribbled something down on in the palm of his hand. Handing it to you hurriedly, he apologized that his bus was here. “It was really nice meeting you!” he called as he waved goodbye.

“You too!” A small smile graced your lips as you returned the gesture. Chan was super cool, you wondered why Binnie had never mentioned him.

Changbin tugged on the sleeve of your shirt, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Can we eat out tonight?” It was almost like Chan hadn’t even been there. “Also, what did he give you?”

You uncovered the small slip of paper in your palm to find a messy scrawl of numbers with Chan’s name in the top corner. “He gave me his phone number.”

“Oh.” Bin turned away abruptly, like it would hurt his eyes if he looked on the paper too. “I could have just given it to you if you wanted it that badly,” he muttered, his tone sounding weirdly injured and cynical. 

“That badly? I didn’t even ask for it,” you said. The look that he gave you was one that made it seem like he didn’t believe you, but he began to walk to the car anyway.

There he was, the asshole personality that surfaced in Bin when he got annoyed. Huffing, you followed him and got in the passenger’s seat, now considerably less excited to see him. It was cruel that he looked just as good as yesterday after work.

Almost as a form of retaliation, you texted Chan as soon as you got home. Hey, Bin’s acting like a brat. Is he like that at work too?, you sent, then threw yourself down on your bed, trying  not to think about how it seemed all you could think about was Changbin. There didn’t seem any use, though. Sooner or later, you would have to admit that you felt something…more.

Your phone buzzed with Chan’s reply. He’s not too bad, but he does like to brag about you a lot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked aloud incredulously. Damn it, why did he have to act so differently when you weren’t around!

“Are you talking to me?” Changbin stood outside your doorway.

Your spine tingled as you met his eyes again, like you had done so many times, but now it felt dangerous. You actually were conscious of you feelings now, but were still fighting the urge to argue with him just to deflect. “No, just,” you sighed, “talking to myself…”

His gaze was a little disappointed. “OK, let me know if you want to, I guess.” Walking back to his room, the door shut quietly, with finality.

When did it become difficult to talk to him? You picked up your phone and sent a few emojis back as a reply, though none of them had any correlation to what was actually in your head. 

Closing your eyes, you took in the quiet noises of your room, the smell of your sheets, and the soft music playing in Changbin’s room. A buzz from your phone on your chest ensnared your attention again. Reading it slowly, you threw your phone down on your bed in horror before burying your face in your pillow and screaming mutedly. 

Hey, Chan had said, do you want to grab coffee sometime? 

[k-imagine-s]

sorry for lack of posts, I’m getting ready to move for college so it’s been a little hard to write ✨ I’ll try my best to finish seventeen and ch.2 of the Changbin au by tomorrow night 😗

[k-imagine-s]

“Wow,” you sighed, leaning over your friend’s shoulder as you watched the performance on the TV in the dressing room. “They look so professional.”

“I know, right?” She breathed in through her teeth in a cringe. “I just really hope that the wrist cuff I gave Chan doesn't fly off while he’s dancing. Remember what happened last time?”

You snorted a chuckle. “Yeah, the bracelet came off and hit Jeonghan in the face. It was awesome.”

“Not helping.”

Folding some clothes to busy your hands, you became a little sad when their set came to an end. They put so much effort into practicing and composing that you were proud to see them look their best while being able to showcase it to their fans. Glancing over at the screen for the last time, you gaped at Vernon’s solo shot, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as he stared past the camera lens to the screaming crowd filled with waving lights. 

“Your jaw is literally on the ground, I hope you get the guts to ask him out sometime,” your coworker teased, knowing full well of your crush on Vernon. She giggled at the horrified look you gave her. “What? It’s not like he’s intimidating or anything!”

Scoffing, you started to pack up your bags on the makeup counter. “I mean...no, he’s not, but I couldn't ask him out just like that-” you snapped your fingers, “Vernon’s like a prince, I wouldn’t even try.”

“Who’s like a prince?” a recognizable voice said by the doorway. 

Your head swiveled so fast you thought your neck might break. To your embarrassment, it was just your luck that the members had begun filing into the dressing room, starting with Vernon. 

“Chan! How did the wrist cuff fit?” your friend said, escaping from the situation fast. She wasted no time in chasing after Dino.

Standing face to face with him now, it didn't make things any easier. Your legs turned into putty. “I, uh-”

His gaze on you stopped your thoughts in their tracks. It was amused, but not in a malicious way. More like...affectionate. “If you’d let me,” he began, shuffling a little closer to you, “I’d like to take you out sometime, but I don't think ‘prince’ suits me very well.”

A little starstruck by his forward proposal, especially as he was standing there glistening with sweat after immediately coming offstage, you nodded timidly. “Sorry, I guess that was kind of rude of me,” you mumbled.

A warm hand slipped into yours. “Not at all,” Vernon said with a full smile, “It’ll take me a little time to come up with a nickname for you though.” He raised an eyebrow jokingly before leaning closely to your ear. “How does ‘princess’ sound?”

Flustered, you covered your face with one hand and smacked his shoulder with the other one, to which he laughed. “Oh my gosh, you're ridiculous...” you whispered, hoping no one had heard him. But there was no denying it: you could get used to it.

[k-imagine-s]

𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔  𝚊𝚝  𝚖𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

Changbin roommates/friends to lovers au written for @kawaiikalia, winner of the stray kids bias contest!

Sorry the updates have been kind of far apart lately, I’m packing for college :)

Hope you enjoy, more bias contests to come!

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CH.1

“Get up!” you shouted vaguely to the other side of the house, scrambling to pull your sweater over your head while simultaneously opening up the refrigerator. “We have to be there in like-“ you checked your watch and marveled at how late you were, “5 minutes!”

A series of crashes and bumps came from the closed door to your left, followed by an equally frazzled Changbin. He was slinging his bag over his shoulder and mumbling a checklist of things he needed to leave the house with, getting progressively louder in order to remind you as well. “Keys, wallet, breakfast…”

“Skip the breakfast,” you sighed, forlornly closing the empty fridge, “we need to go shopping later today.”

Changbin nodded as he stood by the entrance to your shared apartment with his hand on the doorknob. “OK, OK, let’s go!” He laughed crudely at the annoyed look you shot him for nagging you. Opening the door, the two of you ran to the car and clambered inside before you slammed on the gas to get to your internships.

You and Changbin had been roommates since sophomore year, preferring rather to move out and live in the city than stay in the dingy dorm buildings of your college. After finding each other’s personalities to be pretty similar, the two of stayed attached at the hip. It was nice to have someone always able to tell what you were thinking as part of your everyday routine. However, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t hardheaded and sometimes a huge asshole, but you could forgive that since it rarely ever happened. 

“Did you say that you needed me to wait for you a little while longer today?” You checked your reflection in the overhead mirror at a red light. Needless to say, it could have used some work. 

Bin ruffled the charcoal black hair that had fallen into his eyes, that which you had reminded him to get cut hundreds of times in the past week. “Yeah,” he said with a grumble, “I can only imagine my overtime is gonna be doubled now since we’re so late.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you were the last one out the door,” you teased, pouting at the loud exclamation of disbelief he gave you.

“Last one out the door?! I was holding it for you!” He waited until you had safely pulled into the parking space to pinch your ear, making you squeal in pain. “I’ll see you after work, oh- don’t forget to ask your supervisor about the phone thing, OK?”

Rubbing you ear, you waved to him and grinned at his reminder. “OK, I will. Love you, Binnie.”

“Argh, don’t call me that!” he said with a little blush tinging his cheeks pink. With a quick tap on the top of the car, he said ‘love you’ back and sprinted toward the entrance of the office building he worked in.

Pulling over to the next block where your building was, you noticed how warm you were. Hot to the touch even. “Damn,” you muttered aloud to yourself, “I’m burning up.” Fanning your cheeks, you hoisted yourself and your bag out of the driver’s seat and made your way inside.

You worked a desk assistant job inside of a medical clinic. It wasn’t what you thought you would be doing for your junior year internship, but it was a humble start to a long process of working your way up. You could practically taste the jealously drooling from your lips as you dropped Changbin off every morning. As a musical composition major, he got to work with some of the music producers and artists that used the recording spaces his company leased.

The day went by slowly, as every Monday does, but you had a good amount to occupy your thoughts. Work, school, deadlines, and the occasional moment of remembering Changbin’s blush as you called him his nickname. Unwittingly, a small longing sigh loosed itself from the back of your throat. Woah, where did that come from? 

Finally able to leave, you clocked out on your computer and burst through the door of the clinic, running happily to your car. It only took about 2 minutes to get back down the street, even with 5 o’clock traffic, but you remembered irritatingly that Changbin was going to be late anyway. Still, you decided that it was better to wait in the cooler air outside than in the swelteringly hot car. The weather was the type where the sun continued to beat down harshly but was ebbed by the chilly breeze that would blow by and cause you to shiver. Your sweater hugged your body in its warm fabric. 

A pair of dark eyes like liquid onyx were watching you curiously as you turned the page of your book. They belonged to someone that had taken an interest in you since you had sat down, something you had begun to notice as well. You could feel the familiar prickle of another person’s gaze on you. Turning to meet the eyes of a handsome blonde stranger standing at the bus stop, you flustered for the second time today. Even from just a glance, you recalled him walking out of Changbin’s building a few minutes ago. Maybe they work together. You peeked once more over your shoulder and saw him trying to mask the blush on his face as well. He was…cute.

“Hey,” a familiar voice said gruffly from above you, “you gonna sit there all day? We have to go shopping.”

“Yeah, yeah, I-“ your breath hitched in your throat as you turned back to see Changbin, looking a little more…disheveled from how he was in the morning. The sleeves on his button down shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms that he liked to brag about after working out. Hair coiffed up, his face shape molded into a more angular tone that was complemented nicely by the glasses hanging off of the bridge of his nose in a no-nonsense kind of way. “Let’s go…” you mumbled weakly. As you closed your book, you thought about how even the cold wind didn’t seem to mitigate your rising temperature. Sure, Bin was your roommate, but that didn’t mean he was any less attractive to you.

Cranking the engine to life, you inhaled greatly as the two of you were about to set off. You fluffed your sweater a few times as the air conditioning kicked in. There was a weird feeling in your stomach. One reason for that was sitting right beside you and the other was casually smiling to himself as he gazed, strangely enamored, from the bus stop. Catching the stranger’s eye once more before leaving, you returned the smile cordially and then drove away.

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You applauded Seungkwan for being able to share his emotions. He was never one that you had to ask what he was feeling, mostly you could tell with the look on his face. Today was no different. 

Drinking absentmindedly from his cup near the outer rim of the group, Seungkwan looked around with a bland expression, one that reflected the dull thoughts that he was mulling over in his brain. The party was filled to the brim with loud talking and milling bodies, but he couldn't help but feel...a little depressed. He couldn't figure out why.

“Hey,” you said, spooking him enough to make him jump, “are you alright?”

He shrugged lamely. “Yeah, I’m fine.” What was he saying, he didn't feel that way at all. “Just trying to take a breather from all of the excitement.”

“Oh, OK.” You sighed and stood with him in silence for a moment longer. “I know you might not know yourself, but do you wanna tell me why you're sad?”

Seungkwan gulped as he glanced your way. You weren't messing around or anything like you always were, rather you were gazing at him almost sadly. There was a little breeze that blew through your hair, making it fly off of your face. He took in the sight of your eyelashes fluttering as you blinked a few times. “How could you tell?”

Looping your arm through his, your head rested next to his shoulder. “I’ve seen it in the mirror enough to know,” you muttered in reply, wondering if you were oversharing with just that simple sentence. “You don't really need an answer to why you feel sad, it’ll just make you overthink things.”

“What do I do, then?”

You turned his shoulders to your own and gave him a hug. “Just dance with me for now.” 

His hands curled around your waist and held you steadily as the two of you swayed back and forth to the music that was too upbeat to slow dance to. The feeling of nothingness that Seungkwan was experiencing sort of realized itself as a jumbled mess of loneliness and stress. A small hummed sigh escaped your chest, making him blush as you sank tranquilly into his embrace. Once the song was over, you pulled back in his arms to look at him. “Any better?”

“A little better.”

With a giggle, you ruffled his wind-blown hair. “Glad I could help.”

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Minghao definitely knew he’d been staring. He wasn't sure if you had sensed him looking at you yet, but he hoped you hadn't. It seemed a bit creepy in the back of his mind, but there was no maliciousness in his gaze. Genuinely, he just liked to observe you.

Currently, you were setting up the stylist’s station, setting the makeup and hair products out on the counter. Your lip would twitch upward whenever you couldn’t reach something at the bottom of the bag. 

Hao gave himself a sharp pat on his cheek. Stop, he told himself as he closed his eyes, only to have his infatuation remind him that he was missing the sight of you laughing at a coworker’s joke. His ears were pleased to hear the sound, almost as much as his eyes were to see your pretty smile. 

Your eyes moved with the corners of your mouth, curving upward flawlessly. Turning around to find Minghao looking right at you with an overtly fond expression, you were taken aback slightly before you saw him turn abruptly, like he had been caught.

Bundling the empty bag into your arms, you let out a little knowing sigh. There was no way to avoid Minghao’s eyes on you, though it wasn't like you were really trying. It felt nice to have the attention sometimes. Giggling, you knelt beside him and put a casual hand on his shoulder. “Hiya.”

Minghao really needed to get a grip on his emotions. It felt like he was on fire as he tried to act naturally with your hand laid gently on him. “Hey.”

“You look nice today.”

“Thank you,” he said shyly, twirling his finger around his earring and avoiding looking at you for the first time. “You do too.”

You laughed plainly, ruffling his hair a little. “Trust me, I’m not uncomfortable or anything, but just try to tone down the staring while we’re at work, OK?”

He didn't look at you but he giggled a little too, making your heart skip a beat. “OK.”

You leaned in a bit to whisper in his ear. “Don't forget our date this Friday either, got it?” Looking around to make sure no one had heard, you waited for his answer.

Hao gave you a vigorous nod combined with a cheeky wink, letting you know that he was back to normal. He gave you the ‘OK’ sign with his hand before putting his finger to his lips meaning his secrecy. 

You laughed again, making Minghao’s head spin. He didn't understand how he could like someone this much, everything you did was special to him.

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“Wonwoo?” You subtly rejoiced your dumb luck at seeing your attractive florist by chance at the local farmer’s market.

With an elegant turn of his head, he turned to face you. Smiling when he saw you, he said your name in a way that made your knees wobble. “Hi.”

It made no difference that you had been to the florist’s nearly every week on some made up occasion just to see him, just the slightest acknowledgement raptured you. The two of you bumped fists. “How are you feeling?” you asked, remembering that he’d had a cold the last time you saw him.

“Better, I guess. How’s your friend’s philodendron?”

You smiled widely. “Thriving,” you said, giggling at the dramatic eyebrow raise he gave you, “I went to see her the other day and it’s grown a full inch.”

Wonwoo half-laughed, a cute little habit that you had noticed for a little while now. It was a combination of a scoff and a laugh, but he always looked down to his shoes bashfully. Trying to calm your throbbing heart, you motioned for him to go along as you followed suit. 

Your basket swung lazily in your hand by your side as the two of you walked by the booths of fresh produce. Stopping every so often to look and purchase items you’d come for, you lugged your basket as it filled up graciously. Chatting amicably together, you and Wonwoo sauntered until it began to become a bit more crowded.

“Who knew this place was so popular at 9 o’clock in the morning?”

“Yeah, only the crazy people come any earlier on a Saturday,” he joked, smirking at the little nudge you gave him.

“I guess we’re crazy then. Still- hey!” Someone shoved their way past you rather rudely, nearly making you spill the contents of your basket. 

He turned to you in concern. “Are you OK?” He looked through the crowd, trying to identify who had hit you, but told himself to let it go with a sigh. “Maybe you should hold onto me,” he suggested, only getting more embarrassed as he saw your face so taken aback, “I mean, so we don’t get pushed around.”

You tried to turn down the heat that was cooking your face. Patting it, you laughed. “Ah, ‘strength in numbers’ you mean?” You sheepishly hooked your hand around his offered elbow. “Sounds good to me.”

Both of you were silent for a few seconds as you began walking again, which was good because you honestly didn’t think any intelligible words would come out if you spoke. You attempted to focus on something other than his bicep flexing and moving underneath your fingers and the fact that you were having a picturesque movie moment with your crush. “So, what are you here to buy?” you inquired, seeing that he hadn’t picked out anything yet.

Shaking his shoulders to relieve the tension he was feeling from escorting you like a gentleman and how much pent-up confidence that took, he pointed with his other hand to a booth down the strip that you couldn’t see yet. “My supply.”

The two of you stopped after a few minutes of your absolute bliss in front of a large booth that was packed with flowers, some in arrangements whose beauty rivaled even Wonwoo’s. But hey, you were biased.

“Good morning,” Wonwoo said to the older man behind the display with a small bow. “The usual, please.” He turned to you and winked.

The man waved his hand in affirmation before pulling a large wrapped bundle out from underneath the stand’s low counter. He didn’t say much other than a ‘here you go’ as he handed Wonwoo his change, but he did raise a questioning eyebrow in your direction before glancing slyly back to the younger man. 

Wonwoo vigorously shook his head in panic before seizing his order from the counter and pulling you away by the hand. He didn’t stop until the two of you were plenty far away from the strange older florist and his booth. With a short sigh, Wonwoo carefully stowed his package into his basket. “Sorry about that,” he said, keeping his expression from cringing too much, “things were getting a little…awkward.”

Still reeling from graduating from a friendly linking-of-arms to hand holding in a matter of seconds, you nodded, then curiosity got the better of your mind. “What’s in the package?”

Clutching the basket behind his back, he stuttered while thinking of a good reply. “It’s- its, uh,” he fumbled. His shoulders drooped in defeat. “It’s easier if I show you back at the shop.”

Confused, you shrugged. “OK, let’s go.” It was intriguing enough that he wouldn’t even let you glimpse inside and even more so that he couldn’t reveal it to you with others around.

It was only a short walk back to the street Wonwoo’s flower shop was on. Once inside, he scurried behind the counter and looked to you with a sheepish expression. His hands deftly but slowly undid the wrappings of the package. 

Peering inside from across the counter, you were confused to find nothing more than a bundle of cut white lilies, your favorite flower. “That’s what was so secret? It’s not exactly what I was expecting…”

For some reason, Wonwoo had kept his head down since he had finished unwrapping the flowers. He didn’t say anything, but his body language made it seem like he was almost embarrassed by them. 

“Hey, you OK?”

The first word he uttered was your name again, quiet and timid, flowing through the air like a single note on the piano. Goosebumps erupted on your arms as he stepped out from behind the counter to face you, grasping a single white lily delicately in his hand. The room echoed with the sound of his footsteps.

“I remembered,” he began, offering the lily out to you, “that you had said white lilies were your favorite flower…”

Not able to look away from his eyes as they darted to and from your face, your hand rested on the stem just underneath the bloom, cupping it in your palm almost like a wine glass. “You remembered…?” Something as small and frankly insignificant as that couldn’t mean that much, could it? So why is he acting so-

“I’m no good at this stuff so I’m just gonna say it,” he said with an exasperated sigh. His expression steeled as he met your gaze. “Will you go on a date with me?”

The echo in the room became significantly quieter in your ears as you tried to process what he had just said. Your heart bounced around in your chest, but your hands stilled as you pulled the lily from his hand and towards your nose. You found the fragrance rather…soothing. Letting out one of Wonwoo’s signature half-laughs, you grazed your fingers along the petals of the lily. Your favorite flower, one that emulated an insignificant detail about you, but that someone you genuinely wanted the attention of had surprised you by remembering. Your laugh reverberated around the room, ringing out a cacophony of joy. “Yes,” you said, pulling him into a gentle hug, “thank you, Wonwoo.”

You could feel his relieved sigh through his chest as his arms curled around you. He thanked you and then snickered jovially. “I’m glad, otherwise I bought a dozen lilies for nothing.”

“Yeah, why a dozen?”

He ruffled the back of his hair, another cute habit you had picked up on. “Well, I was going to ask you out by making a bouquet…”

You gasped and pouted at the same time. “No way! Will you still make it for me?”

His befuddled expression amused you, before his fond smile gave you a heart attack. “Sure.” 

A few minutes passed as Wonwoo made your bouquet for you. “OK, you can turn around now.” As you did so, he held it out for you to take.

With tingling hands, you cradled the bunch of flowers in your arms like a baby. The smell of the combined white lilies, pink roses, and daisies filled your mind with warm thoughts and contentment. “I love it, thank you.” In a moment of happy-go-lucky, you leaned across the counter and gave Wonwoo a kiss on his cheek. Turning quickly to head out and dwell on what you had just done for the rest of the day, you were stopped in your tracks when you heard him call your name once again.

With a hesitant expression, he beckoned you to the counter with his hand. 

You hoped you weren't as red as you thought you were. Shuffling back to where he was leaned coolly over the counter, you didn't fully register it when he came in close and kissed you on your cheek as well. 

The two of you turned into blushing messes as you waved him goodbye and exited the store. You sat upon Cloud 9 on your way home, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers and holding onto the memory of the kiss on your cheek and the feeling of Wonwoo’s arms around you. It was enough to make you forget your own name, though you doubted you could forget his.

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