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six identical umbrellas
| genre: fluff • slice of life • soft romance • comedy
| paring: maki x reader
| word count: 880 words
the first time you met maki, he accidentally stole your umbrella.
to be fair, there were six identical black umbrellas lined up outside the convenience store, and it had started raining so suddenly that half the neighborhood looked personally offended by the weather.
you only realized it was gone when you stepped outside.
“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
across the street, a boy was already walking away with it.
your umbrella.
you jogged after him, nearly slipping on the wet pavement.
“hey!”
he turned around immediately.
big eyes. messy hair. the expression of someone who looked permanently caught doing something he shouldn’t.
you pointed dramatically.
“that’s my umbrella.”
he blinked.
looked at the umbrella.
looked at you.
looked back at the umbrella.
“…oh.”
there was a pause.
“…yeah, that checks out.”
you expected him to be embarrassed.
instead he laughed.
actually laughed.
“i’m so sorry.”
“you don’t sound sorry.”
“i’m trying.”
he wasn’t.
you could tell.
for some reason, you found that annoying.
for some reason, you also found it kind of funny.
you didn’t know it then, but you’d end up seeing him everywhere.
the universe apparently had a sense of humor.
two days later, he was standing in front of you at a bakery.
a week after that, he sat across from you on the train.
another time, you both reached for the last strawberry milk at the convenience store.
you won.
he complained for five minutes.
“this is discrimination.”
“against who?”
“me.”
“that’s not how discrimination works.”
“well it should.”
eventually, the accidental run-ins stopped feeling accidental.
it became normal.
expected.
like seeing the moon at night.
or finding at least one missing sock every time you did laundry.
somehow, maki always ended up there.
sometimes you’d spot him before he noticed you.
he’d be staring at a claw machine for twenty minutes straight as if psychological warfare could convince the plushie to climb into his arms voluntarily.
it never worked.
you watched him lose six dollars once.
he walked away with nothing but wounded pride.
“i was close.”
“you absolutely were not.”
“you don’t understand the vision.”
the strange thing wasn’t how often you saw him.
the strange thing was how comfortable it became.
there was never a big moment.
no dramatic realization.
no movie scene.
just tiny pieces.
sharing snacks while waiting for the train.
sending each other pictures of oddly shaped clouds.
arguing over whether cereal counted as soup.
it didn’t.
you refused to elaborate.
he refused to let it go.
one evening, you found yourselves sitting on a playground swing long after the sun had disappeared.
the neighborhood was quiet.
streetlights glowed softly.
maki pushed himself back and forth with his sneakers scraping the pavement.
“do you think people are connected before they meet?”
you glanced over.
“what?”
“like invisible string theory.”
“that’s not what invisible string theory is.”
“you know what i mean.”
you did.
he stared up at the sky.
“it’s weird.”
“what is?”
“how many times we probably crossed paths before actually talking.”
you thought about it.
same neighborhood.
same train line.
same convenience store.
same bakery.
it was entirely possible.
maybe you had stood beside each other hundreds of times without knowing.
maybe you’d both reached for the same shelf in a store.
walked the same streets.
waited at the same crosswalks.
all those tiny moments adding up until eventually one of you stole the other’s umbrella.
you laughed.
“if that’s true, then our invisible string deserves a refund.”
maki snorted so hard he nearly fell off the swing.
“you’re saying the umbrella incident wasn’t romantic?”
“i’m saying you committed umbrella theft.”
“alleged theft.”
“there were witnesses.”
“one witness.”
“me.”
“biased source.”
you rolled your eyes.
he smiled.
and for a second, everything felt strangely still.
comfortable.
easy.
the kind of happiness that sneaks up on you when you’re busy laughing.
maki looked at you for a moment.
not long.
just enough.
then he smiled again, softer this time.
“i’m kinda glad it was your umbrella.”
your heart betrayed you immediately.
“that’s a weird thing to say.”
“yeah.”
“really weird.”
“i know.”
you looked away first.
which unfortunately only made him laugh.
and somewhere, maybe, an invisible string tugged gently between your hands.
not because fate was dramatic.
not because destiny had some grand plan.
but because sometimes the universe puts the same person in your path over and over again until one day they stop feeling like coincidence.
and start feeling like home.
heyyy uhhh sooo i kinda disappeared for a bit… sorry abt that lolz ive been busy with work & completely drained ahhh but just wanted to write smth small!
-xoxo, kay!
get to know me better/a little about me tag (luné ver.) 🐺
name : moka !! ꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒꒱
zodiac : aries sun leo moon virgo rising
height : 153cm ~~ 5ft exactly
orientation : bisexual (¯ . ¯;) i think
ethnicity : mixed
bias line : taki, k, fuma, maki
bias wreckers : yuma, nicholas, harua, jo, ej
how long have you been a luné? : since i-land / &audition
favorite &team song right now + your ultimate all-time fave : right now i really like magic hour and blind love ! my favs of all time are under the skin & firework ~~
what's your favorite &team comeback or era : i really love all of the 4 seasons eras,, jyuugoya, samidare, yukiakari, & aoarashi ~ but i also really loved btl music wise + concept wise (im obsessed w the gaze ver...)
favourite fruit : strawberry !! 🍓
favorite season : spring~ (ﾉ*>∀<)ﾉ♡
favorite fictional characters : kenma & atsumu from haikyuu, nagi from blue lock, alma, nei & tao from gokurakugai, marin from my dress up darling, tamon from tamons b-side, chii from chobits, daeho from cupids chatroom, tahel from dark moon: grey city, hinako & kotoyuki from silent hill f, ada wong from resident evil ~~
favorite scent : vanilla, fresh baked goods, stawberry scent!
favourite color : baby pinkkkk!!
if you were an animals, which would you be : bunny !! im so bunny !! or maybe a puppy?
favorite band/artist : one ok rock, perfume, tommyfeb6, silent siren, triples, illit, ive, && &team ofc !!
average sleep hours : its either 3 or 13 no in between
number of blankets you sleep with : 1-2
dream trip : japan !
last thing googled : maki &team LMAO
acc created : march 2026 i think
what’s ur aesthetic : anything soft, cute, white, grey n pink !! bunnies, charmmy kitty, cherry blossoms, angelic elements, lace, bows but i also have a darker aesthetic hehe chrome hearts, black, white, grey, angelic elements.
tagged : @deerhuntings @minhosimthings @makizdoll @nichozzystuffs @ikigaijo @fumaid @kwnnies — not required !!
OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE STUFFSSSS THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @smidare
TYSM FOR THE TAG @nichozzystuffs & @solairemelo !!
name: kay!!
zodiac: cancer
height: 4’11 unfortunately
orientation: bisexual
ethnicity: half mexican half colombian
bias line: euijoo, nicholas, yuma & maki
bias wreckers: fuma, kei, & jo
how long have you been a lune: since i-land/&audition but i took a break and came back for the release of deer hunter (my cunty queeeeen)
favorite &team song right now + your ultimate all-time fave: as of right now its definitely buzz love and all time favorite is deer hunter, under the skin & firework ofccc
what's your favorite &team comeback or era: definitely yukiakari & jyuugoya!!
favourite fruit: strawberries & apples!!
favourite season: autumn!! my love for autumn is extremeeeeeeeee
favourite fictional characters: SNOOPY i own like 7 snoopy blankets, i also loveeeeeee pompompurin smmmmm he gives me smm cuteness aggression!!
favourite scent: i LOVE coconut scents & vanilla!!
favourite colours: i LOVE butter cream or like a neutral crème color!! ALSO LOVEEEEE ME SOME PINK + GREEN COMBO!!
if you were an animal, which would you be: CAPYBARA!! i love capys soooooo much, but definitely a capybara…
favourite band/artist: andteam, bts, enhypen, CLAIRO, omar apollo, tame impala, HUS, rourourourous,
average sleep hours: bc im on summer vacation rn & i have a part time job that i work at like 5-6 days a week id say about 6-7 hrs
number of blankets you sleep with: 1 but if the ac makes my room super cold def 2
dream trip: need to book the next flight to japan
last thing googled: dafont.com bc i needed a cute font for my edit!!
acc created: i think late december early January of this year
whats your aesthetic: cute chaotic mix of twee,cute webcore, and soft 2000s internet girl nostalgia, also some shouju style & with my fav color combo pink + green!!
again TYSM for the tag!!
tags: @guliexe @hyudaisy @straberrypisces
ofc do not feel obligated to make one lollls!!
💭thinking of nerd fuckboy ej! : sweet smiles, teasing touches, pretending he’s harmless while he ruins your focus and acts proud you noticed.
-pairing: byun euijoo x fem!reader
-18+ MINORS DNI!! mostly suggestive & a bit spicy
-based on this fancam🤤
nerd fuckboy ej! who pretends he has no idea what he’s doing to you when he pushes his glasses up and looks at you through his lashes like that
nerd fuckboy ej! who studies at your place just so he can sit way too close, thighs pressed against yours while he explains something you already understand perfectly fine
nerd fuckboy ej! who acts all cocky over text but gets this low teasing voice in person that completely throws you off “you’re distracted already? i just got here”
nerd fuckboy ej! who’s always touching you casually. hand on your thigh under the table, fingers brushing your waist when he passes by, leaning down close enough for you to feel his breath while he “helps” you with homework
nerd fuckboy ej! who looks ridiculously good late at night. messy hair, sleepy eyes behind his glasses, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder while he smirks at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking
nerd fuckboy ej! who loves making you nervous on purpose because he thinks your reactions are cute. the type to whisper praise into your ear with the sweetest smile imaginable just to watch you completely fall apart
nerd fuckboy ej! who says the filthiest things in the calmest voice ever like it’s normal conversation and somehow that makes it ten times worse
nerd fuckboy ej! who starts off wanting something casual until he realizes he’s getting jealous over people who aren’t even yours
nerd fuckboy ej! who still flirts with everyone but suddenly gets quieter whenever you’re around because now he actually cares what you think about him
bro that fancam is INSANE. INSANE. euijoo keeps the glasses on for every position🙏.
💭thinking of nerd fuckboy ej! : sweet smiles, teasing touches, pretending he’s harmless while he ruins your focus and acts proud you noticed.
-pairing: byun euijoo x fem!reader
-18+ MINORS DNI!! mostly suggestive & a bit spicy
-based on this fancam🤤
nerd fuckboy ej! who pretends he has no idea what he’s doing to you when he pushes his glasses up and looks at you through his lashes like that
nerd fuckboy ej! who studies at your place just so he can sit way too close, thighs pressed against yours while he explains something you already understand perfectly fine
nerd fuckboy ej! who acts all cocky over text but gets this low teasing voice in person that completely throws you off “you’re distracted already? i just got here”
nerd fuckboy ej! who’s always touching you casually. hand on your thigh under the table, fingers brushing your waist when he passes by, leaning down close enough for you to feel his breath while he “helps” you with homework
nerd fuckboy ej! who looks ridiculously good late at night. messy hair, sleepy eyes behind his glasses, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder while he smirks at you like he knows exactly what you’re thinking
nerd fuckboy ej! who loves making you nervous on purpose because he thinks your reactions are cute. the type to whisper praise into your ear with the sweetest smile imaginable just to watch you completely fall apart
nerd fuckboy ej! who says the filthiest things in the calmest voice ever like it’s normal conversation and somehow that makes it ten times worse
nerd fuckboy ej! who starts off wanting something casual until he realizes he’s getting jealous over people who aren’t even yours
nerd fuckboy ej! who still flirts with everyone but suddenly gets quieter whenever you’re around because now he actually cares what you think about him
bro that fancam is INSANE. INSANE. euijoo keeps the glasses on for every position🙏.
yea im like so normal about this sure
from me to you
| summary: you’re the quiet girl everyone kind of misunderstands, people think you’re cold or intimidating, but you’re just…bad at expressing yourself. then there’s euijoo, who’s basically sunshine in human form. he sees you differently, and slowly (very slowly), you start learning how to open up—because of him.
| inspired by the beloved anime/manga Kimi ni Todoke written and illustrated by Karuho Shiina.
| genre: fluff, slow burn, slice of life, a little awkward comedy, comfort, euijoo x fem reader,
| warning: not proofread i was simply having fun! also kind of awkward so if you're not a fan of that, you don't have to read!!💌
|status: ongoing
| wc: ~1.2k words
| masterlist: chapter 1: first impressions chapter 2: sitting next to you chapter 3: the way people look chapter 4: "she's not what you think" chapter 5: part of my day …more to come!!
chapter 5: part of my day
at some point, euijoo becomes part of your routine so naturally that you stop noticing when it happened. it’s in the little things. the way he saves the seat beside him before you even walk into class. the way your eyes search for him automatically in crowded hallways. the way your mornings feel slightly unfinished until you hear his voice. “good morning, y/n.” there it is. warm and familiar and soft around the edges, like your favorite sweater after being worn too many times. you look up from your desk. “…morning.” he smiles immediately, like he was waiting for it. like your voice is something he likes hearing first thing in the morning. it makes your chest ache in a quiet sort of way. not painful. just full.
-
“you’re cold.” you blink, looking over at him. “what?” euijoo nods toward your hands. only then do you realize your fingers are curled into the sleeves of your uniform again, hidden from the morning chill creeping through the classroom windows. “your hands,” he says. “they’re freezing.” “…it’s cold.” “wow,” he says dryly. “Really?” you stare at him. he stares back for exactly two seconds before breaking into a grin. “there she is,” he says quietly. “what does that mean?” “you’re getting better at looking annoyed.” you roll your eyes slightly, but it’s hard to hide the tiny smile tugging at your mouth. euijoo notices immediately. he always notices.
-
class starts a few minutes later. the teacher drones on at the front of the room while rain taps softly against the windows again, turning the sky outside pale gray. you should probably be paying attention. instead, you’re painfully aware of the warmth beside you. euijoo leans close occasionally to whisper complaints about the lecture under his breath. at one point, he slides his notebook toward you with a dramatic sigh written across the top of the page. i’m suffering. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. then, beneath it, you write: dramatic. he glances at the word. then at you. his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles. for some reason, that tiny expression feels more dangerous than when he outright calls you cute.
-
by now, people openly associate the two of you together. you hear it all the time. “euijoo’s over there again.” “aren’t they always together now?” “i didn’t even know she talked.” normally comments like that would make you shrink into yourself. but somehow, when euijoo’s beside you, they don’t hit as hard. maybe because he never looks embarrassed. never acts like he needs distance from you. if anything, he gets closer. today during lunch, his shoulder rests against yours while the two of you sit on the rooftop. not fully. just enough to feel the warmth through your uniform. neither of you acknowledges it. neither of you moves away. the wind is cool today, carrying the scent of rain-soaked concrete and something sweet from the bakery down the street. you tilt your head back slightly, closing your eyes for a second. “you look sleepy,” euijoo murmurs beside you. “…i am sleepy.” “you stayed up late again?” you open one eye slowly. “how do you know that?” “because you get this look on your face.” “…what look?” he studies you for a second, thoughtful. “like your brain is somewhere else.” your chest tightens softly. he notices too much. “that doesn’t even make sense.” “it does to me.” the way he says it so certain, so effortless makes you look away before he notices how flustered you suddenly feel.
-
later that afternoon, you’re standing outside class waiting for the teacher to unlock the door when a girl from your class walks up beside euijoo. pretty. confident. the kind of person who never seems unsure of what to say. you recognize her vaguely from one of his friend groups. “euijoo,” she says brightly, touching his arm lightly. “are you still coming saturday?” something uncomfortable twists low in your stomach before you can stop it. you immediately hate yourself for it. he talks to other people. Obviously. he has friends. a life outside of you. so why does it suddenly feel strange watching someone else stand this close to him? “probably,” he says. the girl smiles. “okay, text me later then?” “yeah, i will.” you look down at your phone even though the screen is black. you tell yourself you’re being ridiculous. still, your chest feels oddly heavy afterward. the conversation moves on quickly, but something about your mood shifts quietly after that. like clouds covering sunlight. subtle. but enough to feel colder.
-
euijoo notices almost immediately. of course he does. when the girl finally leaves, he looks over at you. “you okay?” “Mhm.” too quick. he narrows his eyes slightly. “that sounded fake.” “it wasn’t.” “y/n.” your stomach flips stupidly at the way he says your name now. soft. familiar. careful. you shrug lightly, keeping your focus on your phone. “you just got quiet.” “i’m always quiet.” “not with me.” the words settle somewhere deep inside your chest. not with me. before you can figure out what to say to that, the classroom door opens. saved by timing. you slip inside quickly, pretending you don’t feel his eyes following you.
-
during class, it’s harder to focus than usual. your thoughts keep circling back against your will. text me later. stupid. why are you even thinking about it this much? you barely notice when your pencil slips from your fingers until another hand catches it against the floor. euijoo places it gently back on your desk. your fingers brush when you take it. Warm. you pull back a second too late. his hand lingers for the briefest moment. not enough to be obvious. more than enough to matter. you glance up instinctively. he’s already looking at you. and there’s something unreadable in his expression this time. something softer than teasing. softer than amusement. like he’s thinking too much too.
-
after school, rain starts falling again. light at first. then steady enough that students gather near the entrance, waiting it out beneath the overhang. you stand quietly near the wall, watching the water blur the streets silver. “you don’t have an umbrella, do you?” you look over. euijoo lifts his slightly. “…i forgot mine.” “figured.” he steps closer. close enough that your shoulders almost touch again. “we can share.” your heartbeat stumbles immediately. “it’s okay,” you say too quickly. “i can just wait.” “y/n.”you look at him. rain taps softly against the roof above you, the sound filling the pause between you. “you’ll get sick.” his voice is gentler now. less teasing. your chest feels unbearably warm. “…okay.” the word barely leaves your mouth before he smiles. small. relieved. like he was hoping you’d say yes.
-
the umbrella is too small. you realize that immediately. your arms brush every few steps, warmth lingering through the fabric of your sleeves. the rain falls in silver lines around you, soft and endless beneath the evening lights. neither of you talks much at first. but the silence doesn’t feel empty. it feels full of things neither of you knows how to say yet. at one point, euijoo lifts the umbrella slightly higher when he notices you drifting too close to the rain. his hand brushes the top of your shoulder gently while guiding you back underneath it. the touch lasts maybe a second. still— your entire body notices.“sorry,” he murmurs quietly. but he sounds distracted when he says it. like he’s thinking about it too. you look down quickly, hoping he can’t hear how loud your heartbeat suddenly feels. outside, rainwater gathers in glowing puddles beneath the streetlights. everything looks softer like this. blurred at the edges. dreamlike. you wonder briefly if euijoo feels it too— this strange, growing thing between you. the way it keeps stretching quietly into every part of your day. like sunlight slowly filling a room. like something inevitable. when you finally reach your street, neither of you moves right away. rain falls softly around the umbrella, steady and calm. “thanks,” you say quietly. euijoo looks at you for a second too long. “yeah,” he says softly. “anytime.” and somehow— the word lingers all the way home.
from me to you
| summary: you’re the quiet girl everyone kind of misunderstands, people think you’re cold or intimidating, but you’re just…bad at expressing yourself. then there’s euijoo, who’s basically sunshine in human form. he sees you differently, and slowly (very slowly), you start learning how to open up—because of him.
| inspired by the beloved anime/manga Kimi ni Todoke written and illustrated by Karuho Shiina.
| genre: fluff, slow burn, slice of life, a little awkward comedy, comfort, euijoo x fem reader,
| warning: not proofread i was simply having fun! also kind of awkward so if you're not a fan of that, you don't have to read!!💌
|status: ongoing
| wc: ~1.2k words
| masterlist: chapter 1: first impressions chapter 2: sitting next to you chapter 3: the way people look chapter 4: "she's not what you think" chapter 5: part of my day …more to come!!
chapter 5: part of my day
at some point, euijoo becomes part of your routine so naturally that you stop noticing when it happened. it’s in the little things. the way he saves the seat beside him before you even walk into class. the way your eyes search for him automatically in crowded hallways. the way your mornings feel slightly unfinished until you hear his voice. “good morning, y/n.” there it is. warm and familiar and soft around the edges, like your favorite sweater after being worn too many times. you look up from your desk. “…morning.” he smiles immediately, like he was waiting for it. like your voice is something he likes hearing first thing in the morning. it makes your chest ache in a quiet sort of way. not painful. just full.
-
“you’re cold.” you blink, looking over at him. “what?” euijoo nods toward your hands. only then do you realize your fingers are curled into the sleeves of your uniform again, hidden from the morning chill creeping through the classroom windows. “your hands,” he says. “they’re freezing.” “…it’s cold.” “wow,” he says dryly. “Really?” you stare at him. he stares back for exactly two seconds before breaking into a grin. “there she is,” he says quietly. “what does that mean?” “you’re getting better at looking annoyed.” you roll your eyes slightly, but it’s hard to hide the tiny smile tugging at your mouth. euijoo notices immediately. he always notices.
-
class starts a few minutes later. the teacher drones on at the front of the room while rain taps softly against the windows again, turning the sky outside pale gray. you should probably be paying attention. instead, you’re painfully aware of the warmth beside you. euijoo leans close occasionally to whisper complaints about the lecture under his breath. at one point, he slides his notebook toward you with a dramatic sigh written across the top of the page. i’m suffering. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. then, beneath it, you write: dramatic. he glances at the word. then at you. his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles. for some reason, that tiny expression feels more dangerous than when he outright calls you cute.
-
by now, people openly associate the two of you together. you hear it all the time. “euijoo’s over there again.” “aren’t they always together now?” “i didn’t even know she talked.” normally comments like that would make you shrink into yourself. but somehow, when euijoo’s beside you, they don’t hit as hard. maybe because he never looks embarrassed. never acts like he needs distance from you. if anything, he gets closer. today during lunch, his shoulder rests against yours while the two of you sit on the rooftop. not fully. just enough to feel the warmth through your uniform. neither of you acknowledges it. neither of you moves away. the wind is cool today, carrying the scent of rain-soaked concrete and something sweet from the bakery down the street. you tilt your head back slightly, closing your eyes for a second. “you look sleepy,” euijoo murmurs beside you. “…i am sleepy.” “you stayed up late again?” you open one eye slowly. “how do you know that?” “because you get this look on your face.” “…what look?” he studies you for a second, thoughtful. “like your brain is somewhere else.” your chest tightens softly. he notices too much. “that doesn’t even make sense.” “it does to me.” the way he says it so certain, so effortless makes you look away before he notices how flustered you suddenly feel.
-
later that afternoon, you’re standing outside class waiting for the teacher to unlock the door when a girl from your class walks up beside euijoo. pretty. confident. the kind of person who never seems unsure of what to say. you recognize her vaguely from one of his friend groups. “euijoo,” she says brightly, touching his arm lightly. “are you still coming saturday?” something uncomfortable twists low in your stomach before you can stop it. you immediately hate yourself for it. he talks to other people. Obviously. he has friends. a life outside of you. so why does it suddenly feel strange watching someone else stand this close to him? “probably,” he says. the girl smiles. “okay, text me later then?” “yeah, i will.” you look down at your phone even though the screen is black. you tell yourself you’re being ridiculous. still, your chest feels oddly heavy afterward. the conversation moves on quickly, but something about your mood shifts quietly after that. like clouds covering sunlight. subtle. but enough to feel colder.
-
euijoo notices almost immediately. of course he does. when the girl finally leaves, he looks over at you. “you okay?” “Mhm.” too quick. he narrows his eyes slightly. “that sounded fake.” “it wasn’t.” “y/n.” your stomach flips stupidly at the way he says your name now. soft. familiar. careful. you shrug lightly, keeping your focus on your phone. “you just got quiet.” “i’m always quiet.” “not with me.” the words settle somewhere deep inside your chest. not with me. before you can figure out what to say to that, the classroom door opens. saved by timing. you slip inside quickly, pretending you don’t feel his eyes following you.
-
during class, it’s harder to focus than usual. your thoughts keep circling back against your will. text me later. stupid. why are you even thinking about it this much? you barely notice when your pencil slips from your fingers until another hand catches it against the floor. euijoo places it gently back on your desk. your fingers brush when you take it. Warm. you pull back a second too late. his hand lingers for the briefest moment. not enough to be obvious. more than enough to matter. you glance up instinctively. he’s already looking at you. and there’s something unreadable in his expression this time. something softer than teasing. softer than amusement. like he’s thinking too much too.
-
after school, rain starts falling again. light at first. then steady enough that students gather near the entrance, waiting it out beneath the overhang. you stand quietly near the wall, watching the water blur the streets silver. “you don’t have an umbrella, do you?” you look over. euijoo lifts his slightly. “…i forgot mine.” “figured.” he steps closer. close enough that your shoulders almost touch again. “we can share.” your heartbeat stumbles immediately. “it’s okay,” you say too quickly. “i can just wait.” “y/n.”you look at him. rain taps softly against the roof above you, the sound filling the pause between you. “you’ll get sick.” his voice is gentler now. less teasing. your chest feels unbearably warm. “…okay.” the word barely leaves your mouth before he smiles. small. relieved. like he was hoping you’d say yes.
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the umbrella is too small. you realize that immediately. your arms brush every few steps, warmth lingering through the fabric of your sleeves. the rain falls in silver lines around you, soft and endless beneath the evening lights. neither of you talks much at first. but the silence doesn’t feel empty. it feels full of things neither of you knows how to say yet. at one point, euijoo lifts the umbrella slightly higher when he notices you drifting too close to the rain. his hand brushes the top of your shoulder gently while guiding you back underneath it. the touch lasts maybe a second. still— your entire body notices.“sorry,” he murmurs quietly. but he sounds distracted when he says it. like he’s thinking about it too. you look down quickly, hoping he can’t hear how loud your heartbeat suddenly feels. outside, rainwater gathers in glowing puddles beneath the streetlights. everything looks softer like this. blurred at the edges. dreamlike. you wonder briefly if euijoo feels it too— this strange, growing thing between you. the way it keeps stretching quietly into every part of your day. like sunlight slowly filling a room. like something inevitable. when you finally reach your street, neither of you moves right away. rain falls softly around the umbrella, steady and calm. “thanks,” you say quietly. euijoo looks at you for a second too long. “yeah,” he says softly. “anytime.” and somehow— the word lingers all the way home.
COMPUTA HOW CAN I BE BYUN EUIJOO
thinking of obsessive euijoo! the quiet kind who memorizes you, slips into your life so naturally you don’t notice, and loves you just a little too intensely to ever let go ↴
obsessive euijoo! who acts like everything he does is just… normal
obsessive euijoo! who remembers everything about you like it’s nothing—your coffee order, the way you text when you’re tired, the exact time you usually get home, and he never makes a big deal out of it either, just quietly keeps track
obsessive euijoo! who somehow always shows up at the right time… you mention you’re craving something? he already has it. you say you’re having a bad day? he’s right there, like he just “happened” to be nearby
obsessive euijoo! who doesn’t get obviously jealous, he just slowly inserts himself into every part of your life until there’s no space left for anyone else. your friends start seeing you less, your time gets filled up, and it all feels accidental but it’s really not
obsessive euijoo! who smiles so softly when you talk to him, like you’re the only thing that matters, but there’s this intensity behind it that doesn’t quite match how gentle he seems
obssesive euijoo! who says things that sound sweet at first
“i just like taking care of you”
“you don’t have to worry when you’re with me”
“i notice things other people don’t”
and you don’t realize how heavy those words are until later
obsessive euijoo! who never raises his voice, never gets messy with his emotions. he’s calm, controlled, always composed… which somehow makes it worse because you can’t tell what he’s really thinking
obsessive euijoo! who gets a little quieter when you start pulling away, a little more present, a little more there, like he’s closing the distance without you noticing
obsessive euijoo! who brushes it off when you question him, just tilts his head and smiles like you’re overthinking
“why would i do that?”
“i just care about you, that’s all”
obsessive euijoo! who doesn’t say “you’re mine” in a possessive way, he says it gently, like it’s already been decided, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world
obsessive euijoo! who truly believes no one could ever love you the way he does… and that’s exactly why he’s not letting you go
heyyy!! it’s me! i just wanted to post smth fairly quick before i start working on from me to you!
-xoxo,kay!!
WOAHH TYSM FOR 106 LIKES ON THIS POST THATS CRAZY AHHH TYSMMMM I APPRECIATE IT SMMM!! I LOVE U ALLLLL🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
just rewatched &audition for the 5th time and im still sobbing. i seriously love &team so much like i have not had an ult group since BTS until i found &team in 2024🥹. #emotionalaf rn:((
i wanna be in a relationship with girlwon so bad so people can think we’re lesbians and scissor 😹🤤
safe heaven
| genre: fluff, no dialogue, fairly short, nicholas x gn!reader
| now playing: house song : searows (recommend for reading, totally okay if u don’t want to!)
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
rain taps softly against the windows like fingertips drumming a lullaby against glass, steady and gentle, the kind of rain that turns the whole world blurry and distant. outside, the streets are soaked in silver, streetlights melting into puddles like watercolor paint left out in the storm. but inside, everything glows warm. the fireplace crackles quietly in the corner, spilling gold across the room while nicholas sits beside it with his guitar resting against his lap, fingers brushing over the strings so delicately it almost looks like he’s afraid to break the music. each note drifts through the air like smoke, curling around your ribs, settling deep inside you. his voice is soft and low, warm as cinnamon and amber, carrying the kind of tenderness that makes your heart feel unbearably full. you sit there listening, chin resting against your knees, completely lost in him. in the way his pale hair falls messily into his eyes like moonlight tangled in silk. in the sleepy smile ghosting across his lips whenever he glances your way. in the tiny crease between his brows when he focuses on a chord for too long. even the rain seems quieter when he sings, as if the storm itself stopped just to listen. and suddenly every memory comes rushing back all at once. rainy bus rides with your shoulders pressed together. his hand covering yours when it was cold. late night conversations that stretched until morning painted itself across the sky. the sound of his laughter mixing with thunder outside. every little moment collecting inside your chest like pressed flowers tucked between the pages of a book. loving him feels like coming home after wandering through a storm for too long. the world outside keeps spinning endlessly, loud and hurried and cruel sometimes, but here, in this tiny pocket of warmth beside him, time softens around the edges. it slows until all you can hear is the rain against the windows, the fire crackling low, and nicholas singing like he’s stitching every broken part of you back together with his voice. he looks up then, eyes half lidded and glowing gold beneath the firelight, smiling at you so gently it feels like being wrapped in a blanket fresh from the dryer. and in that moment, with the rain humming outside and his music filling every corner of the room, you realize he has become your safe place in the quietest, most dangerous way possible. like no matter how hard the storm gets, you would always find your way back to him
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
safe heaven
| genre: fluff, no dialogue, fairly short, nicholas x gn!reader
| now playing: house song : searows (recommend for reading, totally okay if u don’t want to!)
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
rain taps softly against the windows like fingertips drumming a lullaby against glass, steady and gentle, the kind of rain that turns the whole world blurry and distant. outside, the streets are soaked in silver, streetlights melting into puddles like watercolor paint left out in the storm. but inside, everything glows warm. the fireplace crackles quietly in the corner, spilling gold across the room while nicholas sits beside it with his guitar resting against his lap, fingers brushing over the strings so delicately it almost looks like he’s afraid to break the music. each note drifts through the air like smoke, curling around your ribs, settling deep inside you. his voice is soft and low, warm as cinnamon and amber, carrying the kind of tenderness that makes your heart feel unbearably full. you sit there listening, chin resting against your knees, completely lost in him. in the way his pale hair falls messily into his eyes like moonlight tangled in silk. in the sleepy smile ghosting across his lips whenever he glances your way. in the tiny crease between his brows when he focuses on a chord for too long. even the rain seems quieter when he sings, as if the storm itself stopped just to listen. and suddenly every memory comes rushing back all at once. rainy bus rides with your shoulders pressed together. his hand covering yours when it was cold. late night conversations that stretched until morning painted itself across the sky. the sound of his laughter mixing with thunder outside. every little moment collecting inside your chest like pressed flowers tucked between the pages of a book. loving him feels like coming home after wandering through a storm for too long. the world outside keeps spinning endlessly, loud and hurried and cruel sometimes, but here, in this tiny pocket of warmth beside him, time softens around the edges. it slows until all you can hear is the rain against the windows, the fire crackling low, and nicholas singing like he’s stitching every broken part of you back together with his voice. he looks up then, eyes half lidded and glowing gold beneath the firelight, smiling at you so gently it feels like being wrapped in a blanket fresh from the dryer. and in that moment, with the rain humming outside and his music filling every corner of the room, you realize he has become your safe place in the quietest, most dangerous way possible. like no matter how hard the storm gets, you would always find your way back to him
✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿
Hey! ur blog is so cuteness, do u only write for ej?
TYSMMM!! nooooonooooooo i will def write for the other members just haven't gotten to it bc i wanna focus on "from me to you" for now, but I'm also planning on making headcanons & just one shots sooooo stay tuned!!! tysmmm again!!
hiiiiii, i love "from me to you" its so cuteeee and I watched the anime as well!!! but i wanted to ask how long you're planning on writing it? no rush ofccc but just curious!!
hello anonieeeee! tysmmmmmm im so glad ur liking it, that means a lot!! im not entirely sure how long, def not too long that's for sure, I do want to write like when the reader and euijoo yk start getting tg but I don't want there to be too many chapters 😭 lolsss we shall see!!
from me to you
| summary: you’re the quiet girl everyone kind of misunderstands, people think you’re cold or intimidating, but you’re just…bad at expressing yourself. then there’s euijoo, who’s basically sunshine in human form. he sees you differently, and slowly (very slowly), you start learning how to open up—because of him.
| inspired by the beloved anime/manga Kimi ni Todoke written and illustrated by Karuho Shiina.
| genre: fluff, slow burn, slice of life, a little awkward comedy, comfort, euijoo x fem reader,
| warning: not proofread i was simply having fun! also kind of awkward so if you're not a fan of that, you don't have to read!!💌
|status: ongoing
| wc: ~1.2k words
| masterlist: chapter 1: first impressions chapter 2: sitting next to you chapter 3: the way people look chapter 4 chapter 5 …more to come!!
chapter 4: "she's not what you think"
things start changing in small ways first. so small that no one else would probably notice. but you do. you notice how your eyes automatically look for him when you walk into class now. how your mornings feel slightly off when he’s late by even a minute. how the seat next to you doesn’t feel empty anymore once he leaves. it’s embarrassing, honestly. you try not to think about it too hard. because the second you do, your chest starts feeling too full in a way you don’t know how to explain. “you’re here early.” you glance up from your notebook. euijoo drops into the seat beside you, hair still slightly messy like he rushed out the door this morning. there’s a faint crease on his sleeve, like he forgot to iron it properly. for some reason, the detail makes something warm bloom softly in your chest. “…you’re late,” you reply quietly. his eyes widen a little. then he laughs. not loudly. just surprised. “wow,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “you noticed?” the second the words leave his mouth, heat creeps up your neck. you look back down immediately. “…you’re loud in the morning.” smooth. really smooth. but he only smiles wider. “so you do pay attention to me.” you don’t answer. which, honestly, is an answer.
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the classroom slowly fills around you. voices. footsteps. the sound of someone dragging a chair too hard against the floor. usual morning noise. except now, it feels farther away somehow. like there’s a thin wall around the two of you. not shutting everyone out completely, just softening everything else. “did you eat breakfast?” he asks suddenly. you blink. “…what?” “breakfast,” he repeats. “did you?” “…kind of.” “kind of isn’t an answer.” you stare at him for a second. “why do you care?” you mean for it to sound defensive. it comes out more confused than anything. euijoo pauses for half a second. then shrugs lightly. “i don’t know,” he says. “i just do.” simple. like it’s the easiest thing in the world. your heart reacts before your brain does, a quick uneven flutter that catches you off guard. you look away toward the window before he can notice. outside, the sky is pale and cloudy, sunlight barely breaking through. it reminds you of those mornings where winter starts fading into spring. quietly. without anyone realizing until one day the air doesn’t hurt anymore.
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class starts a few minutes later. you try to focus. really. but euijoo keeps whispering little comments under his breath whenever the teacher turns around. dramatic sighs. complaints about how tired he is. terrible guesses to questions he obviously knows the answer to. the first time it happens, you just stare at him. “what?” he whispers back innocently. “you talk too much.” “only to you.” your stomach flips so suddenly it almost makes you mad. you look away before he sees your expression. he laughs quietly under his breath after that, like he knows exactly what he did.
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by lunch, the hallways are crowded enough to feel suffocating. people moving in uneven waves, voices overlapping into one giant blur. you’re walking slightly behind euijoo when it happens. “seriously, i don’t get it.” the voice is loud enough to cut through the noise. you freeze before you even fully process the words. two girls stand near the stairwell, not looking at you directly, but not trying very hard to hide it either. “she never talks to anyone,” one of them says. “it’s kinda creepy.” your chest tightens instantly. familiar. too familiar. you lower your gaze automatically. don’t react. keep walking. pretend you didn’t hear— “i think she’s nice.” you stop. so do they. euijoo’s voice isn’t harsh. isn’t angry. if anything, it’s calm. which somehow makes it hit harder. the girls blink, clearly not expecting him to respond at all. “you don’t even know her,” one of them says awkwardly. “i’m getting to,” he replies simply. Silence. the kind that spreads slowly. uncomfortable. you can feel your heartbeat everywhere all at once. in your throat. your hands. the space behind your ribs. one of the girls laughs nervously. “whatever,” she mutters. then they leave. just like that.
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for a second, neither of you moves. the hallway noise comes rushing back in around you, but it sounds distant now, muffled under the pounding in your ears. you stare at the floor. your fingers curl tighter around your sleeve. “…you didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly. he looks at you immediately. “i know.” that makes you glance up. he’s standing there like it was obvious. like defending you wasn’t even something he had to think about. “then why did you?” euijoo’s expression softens a little. because usually he’s smiling. bright and easy and warm. but this is different. gentler. more careful. “because they were being mean.” the answer hits you harder than it should. maybe because he says it so plainly. no embarrassment. no hesitation. like kindness is something simple. something natural. you don’t know what to say to that. so you just stand there, looking at him while something fragile shifts quietly inside your chest. like ice cracking at the edge of winter.
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“…people usually agree with them,” you admit before you can stop yourself. the words leave too quickly to take back. euijoo’s brows pull together slightly. “with what they said?” you shrug, staring somewhere past him. “i don’t know.” you laugh softly, except it doesn’t really sound like laughter. “i guess people just decide things about me before i can say anything first.” the hallway suddenly feels too bright. you shouldn’t have said that. you can already feel yourself wanting to pull back into silence again— but then— “i don’t think you’re scary.” quiet. certain. you look at him. really look at him. and for a second, everything else fades into the background. “i think…” he starts, then smiles a little to himself, like he’s choosing his words carefully. “i think you just notice things more than other people do.” your breath catches slightly. no one has ever described you like that before. not cold. not weird. not difficult. just— someone who notices things. and somehow that feels dangerously close to being understood.
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you end up eating lunch on the rooftop again. the wind is colder today, slipping through the sleeves of your uniform, carrying the distant smell of rain that still hasn’t fallen yet. euijoo sits beside you, closer than usual this time. not enough to touch. just enough that you’re aware of his warmth beside you. for a while, neither of you says anything. but it doesn’t feel empty. the silence settles around the two of you softly, like sunlight through curtains. Comfortable. Safe. “hey,” he says eventually. “hm?” he glances at you. “you know you got better at talking to me, right?” your eyes widen slightly. “…did i?” “yeah,” he smiles. “a lot.” you stare at your lunch for a second, trying to hide the tiny warmth spreading across your face. “…maybe you’re just easier to talk to.” the words come out so quietly you almost think he didn’t hear them. but then— his expression changes. just slightly. like something about that mattered more than it should have. “that might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he says dramatically. you blink. then, before you can stop it, a laugh slips out. small. soft. but real. the second it happens, your hand flies to your mouth instinctively. too late. euijoo stares at you. not teasing. not laughing. just… staring. like he’s watching sunlight hit something for the first time. and then he smiles so brightly it almost hurts to look at. “there it is,” he says quietly. your chest tightens. “…what?” “your smile.” the wind moves gently between you. cool against warm skin. and suddenly, for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel misunderstood at all.
AAH im loving this so farrrrrrrr!! TYSM for reading I hope u enjoyeddddd
