summary; after a whole day of feeling sick, seongje takes care of you
warnings; fluff, established relationship, some swearing, use of ‘baby’, reader is sick, seongje is being soft and is completely whipped
notes; i feel like it’s too long and it might be ooc, i’m sorry if the writing his bad, i got super lazy toward the end:( also just to clarify than english isn’t my first language so if there are any mistakes, i’m sorry
the sound of rain hitting the windows was the only sound that enveloped the library, which was surprisingly very quiet at this hour.
a few people walked between the aisles looking for a book, while students sat at tables, engrossed in their homework or study books.
school ended a few hours ago, the sun was already beginning to set, the sky taking on a grayish color due to the bad weather. streetlights were already shining, some flickering like dying stars.
you were slumped over the table your friends had chosen two hours ago, your head resting against your arms as a faint snoring sound escaped your parted lips.
“[name]..” your friend that was sitting right next to you gently shook your shoulder as she tried to wake you up. but it was mission impossible. you had fallen asleep an hour ago and nothing seemed to bother you in your sleep.
your friend shook your shoulder again, this time a little bit stronger. “she’s drooling on her textbook.” your other friend who was sitting in front of you said, the both of them chuckling at the sight.
as she pulled her phone to capture the moment, you seemed to know an embarrassing amount of pictures were going to be taken and suddenly woke up, groaning softly.
you lifted your head up, feeling a pang of pain shooting right up your neck because ot the uncomfortable position you had been sleeping in. your two friends laughed even harder when they noticed the mark of your bracelets on your cheek as you looked around a bit confused.
last time your eyes were open, it was still bright and sunny. now, it was just rainy and getting dark which made you pout in frustration. “why didn’t you wake me up?” you said with your voice a bit raspy, feeling completely exhausted and sore.
your head was pounding even more than before you fell asleep, your throat hurt whenever you tried to swallow and you felt so cold. you weren’t feeling any better than this morning.
“we tried, believe us or not.” your friend sitting on your right said as she looked back at her homework. the other one stared at you for a few seconds before unexpectedly reaching over the table to touch your forehead with the back of her hand.
the touch caught you off guard, your body slightly leaning back to avoid it, but she was already making a weird grimace. “you’re burning up. are you sure you’re okay? you’ve been acting differently all day.” she said worriedly.
your other friend reached out to touch your forehead too, making you pull back again with a ‘tsk’ as you hated being touched on the face. you ended up using the back of your hand to touch your forehead anyway, feeling that you were indeed burning hot.
“i don’t know. i’ve been feeling sick since this morning. i thought sleeping for a bit would help but i just feel worse.” you spoke more quietly, scratching the top of your head.
both of your friends looked at each other with concern before looking back at your tired face. “you should probably go home. get some rest and eat something.” one of them said softly as she closed some of your open notebooks on the table.
“yeah, we’ll study with you another time.” the other said as she patted your shoulder once in a sign of affection, but you barely noticed it as your head started hurting even more. you just nodded, starting to pack your things up.
they helped you, silence settling between the three of you until your bag was filled with all your textbooks. “do you want me to call a taxi for you?” the one on your right asked as you put on your coat. you stopped for a second, looking at the time on your phone.
“no, don’t worry, i’ll text seongje.” you said softly, putting your scarf on in a messy way. they just nodded, knowing it wasn’t something to argue about.
when you were ready to go, you waved at the both of them while grabbing your bag. “take care, [reader]. text us when you get home.” one of them said as you smiled at her. “i will!” you assured them, making your way to the exit.
it was only you now, making your way down the stairs to the main lobby, feeling completely sick and tired. it wasn’t just a little cold, you knew it. your head was pounding way too hard and your body felt way too sore to just be something so small.
it was still raining outside. maybe less than a few minutes ago, but the weather was still just as cold and discouraging. you sat down on a bench near the door, pulling your phone out of your pocket with a sigh.
it’s only now that you noticed the texts seongje sent you in the last hour:
seongje<3
are u still at the library? 5:08pm
call me if you need anything 5:10pm
i’m dealing with some bullshit rn 5:11pm
miss u baby 5:13pm
you smiled softly at your screen, thumbs hovering over the screen as you thought about if you should bother him or not. he said he had things to deal with, probably related to the union, so it must be important.
but then again, you were feeling completely shitty and you didn’t have any energy left to walk home or take the bus.
you
can you please come and pick me up? 5:58pm
seongje<3
is there something wrong baby? 5:59pm
i’m omw 5:59pm
you
i just don’t feel so good 6:00pm
i wanna go home 6:00pm
seongje<3
alright 6:02pm
wait for me inside i’ll be there soon 6:02pm
you simply locked your phone after receiving the confirmation that he was coming to get you, sighing as your head hit the back of the wall right behind you.
a few people passed by, some coming in to protect themselves from the rain, others going outside while unfolding their umbrellas. you watched them through half lidded eyes, waiting for a familiar face to appear.
the bowling alley wasn’t that close to the library, so you thought you’d had to wait for a bit longer, but only ten minutes after his last texts, seongje entered the building.
he was wearing his infamous black and red windbreaker, his hair a bit messy from the wind outside, his glasses sliding down his nose.
even if you weren’t feeling good at all, you still managed a small smile on your face. as if on cue, he noticed you. his expression, which seemed a bit harsh and cold, softened a little bit as his eyes met yours.
“there you are.” he said with the usual raspy tone he had whenever he smoked too much. he was obviously a bit worried, but he got even more concerned about you when he noticed how red your cheeks were and honestly just your state in general.
he frowned, his hand reaching out to touch your forehead which was in fact burning up, like you didn’t already know that. you slightly leaned back again, eyebrows furrowed. “what is it with people and touching my forehead like that.” you mumbled, scratching the spot he had just touched.
he simply smirked, his hand retreating to his pocket. “you’re sick.” he said in a flat tone, making you raise your eyebrows with sarcasm. “no shit sherlock. i’ve been feeling all sore and bad since this morning.” you said with a slight pout, opening your arms widely. “hug me.”
you were waiting, bouncing slightly on your heels, but seongje didn’t lean forward. instead, he pulled your arms down. “i don’t wanna get sick too.” he said playfully, knowing it would annoy you. and it did. you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “idiot.” you mumbled.
“you can’t even put your scarf on properly.” he huffed playfully, noticing how it was too loose around your neck and he quickly fixed it up with a gentleness that’s always so surprising coming from him. you looked up at him as he tied it back properly, noticing how focused he was. “no wonder you’re sick.” he quietly said, looking back at you.
you looked too cute in his eyes, even if it was clearly noticeable that you were sick. the way you looked up at him with admiration made his heart warm in a way he’ll never get used to. to make this soft moment last less than his pride could take, he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead before grabbing your wrist in his hand, and your backpack in the other.
“come on, let’s go home.” he said as he guided you toward the exit. you followed with little steps, feeling a bit dizzy because of your headache. but his hand gripping your wrist in a gentle touch made sure you were steady as you got outside.
thankfully, and as if life was on your side, it had stopped raining, only some droplets of water hitting the pavement. seongje, who knew how cold it was, leaned down to pull your scarf over your nose, careful to cover you up so you stayed as warm as possible.
he then walked ahead again, with bigger steps than yours, but still while holding your wrist, his thumb brushing against your pulse unconsciously. he seemed nonchalant, keeping a neutral face, but inside, he was already thinking about what medicine and food he’ll need to buy for you.
you were in your own world honestly, just letting yourself being guided as you struggled to swallow without your throat hurting. it was really starting to get dark, and colder than a few hours ago. chills ran down your spine as the wind blew in your face, your nose stuffed in your scarf.
before you even realized, you had already made it to seongje’s motorcycle. he let go of your wrist to grab a helmet, turning back around to set it on your head. “there you go.” he said quietly.
with your state, using his motorcycle wasn’t as exciting as it usually is for you, but it was faster than walking for half an hour. so you just zipped your coat higher and sighed.
you both hopped on it, your arms automatically wrapping around his waist. the motorcycle roared, the engine already making your headache worse, but you took it upon yourself.
“hold on tight baby, okay?” he said over the sound, as you squeezed his waist once to let him know that you were all good.
he then drove off, leaving the library behind to take the main road. he wasn’t going as fast as usual, he was being considerate. the wind made your hair fly all around your head, your cheek pressing against his back as you still tried to enjoy the proximity between the two of you.
seongje liked it too. he smirked to himself behind his helmet, knowing how extremely clingy you got whenever you were sick or sad or overwhelmed. well, on every occasion.
the ride was smooth, not too much traffic, so you made it home in less than ten minutes. of course, you were feeling even worse now, but at least you were home.
well, what you called home was just a small flat you rented with seongje. it wasn’t a lot, but it was comfortable for the both of you. you made sure to make it your safe place, and it was by far your favorite one.
the walk from outside to inside the building was quiet. you’d usually be ranting about something, anything, but you weren’t in the mood right now and seongje was never the talkative type anyway.
the moment you got to the staircase, the elevator having a sign ‘out of service’, you immediately turned to seongje who was a few steps behind you. “carry me. pretty please.” you said with an exaggerated pout, holding your arms out. “i’m sick and tired. think about that.”
he just scoffed, mentally cursing the broken elevator. “baby, it’s literally just a few steps. we live on the second floor.” he said with a raspy tone, but you weren’t having it.
he ended up giving you a piggyback ride so you wouldn’t complain too much, but he definitely was the one cursing at every steps.
when you finally made it to your door, getting inside, the warmth of your place hit you hard. it felt good, as if you could finally relax after such a long and difficult day.
there were still things scattered around: a hoodie on a back of chairs, cups from this morning on the table in the kitchen, books in the living room that you forgot to grab.
even if you’d usually clean everything up to stays clean, you were too tired for that right now. instead, you immediately sat on the couch, sinking into the cushions.
seongje, deciding to play your guardian angel, didn’t even scold you for not removing your coat and scarf. instead, he did it himself. he calmly dragged the zipper down, slowly removing the sleeves of the fabric until you were just in your sweater.
he then undid your scarf, but that’s when you decided to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him into a hug. he had to bend down awkwardly, with you sitting and him standing, but he didn’t complain once.
he chuckled softly in your ear at your eagerness to have a hug, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “my baby’s clingy.” he muttered in your ear before pressing multiple kisses on your cheek.
you exhaled softly, smiling widely even tho he couldn’t see your face. “thank you for coming to get me.” you said quietly, squeezing him tightly. “mhm, at least you saved me from having a talk with baek jin.” he said playfully before giving you a final kiss on your nose.
he broke the hug slowly, standing back up. he quickly pushed his glasses back up his nose, then took a good look at you. he smirked down at you, your cute little face making him all giddy inside even tho he’d never say it out loud.
he leaned down again, this time to push a strand of your hair back behind your ear. seongje being this gentle and calm was surprising, but the more time he spent with you, the more he softened.
“why don’t you go take a shower, warm yourself up, while i go buy some things?” he suggested, putting his hands back in his windbreaker that he hadn’t removed.
you only nodded softly, rubbing your face with your hand as you started to feel sleepy again. “i’ll be back in ten minutes then.” he said before turning to the door.
“be safe.” you said quietly, while stretching on the couch. he didn’t answer, instead quickly getting out so he could come back to you quicker.
the convenience store was just a street away from your place, so it wouldn’t take long anyway. seongje knew exactly what to buy, he didn’t need to ask you what you wanted or needed.
he knew that you liked eating your favorite things when you were feeling sick. it comforted you in a way. so he bought one strawberry and one chocolate milk, a pack of cookies and your favorite kind of ramen.
he also stopped at the pharmacy to get some medicine for your fever. when getting out again to come back, he was deep in thoughts, thinking about what he could make you for breakfast tomorrow morning if you were feeling bad again.
but his train of thoughts were interrupted by a notification on his phone. then another. and another. he groaned, knowing exactly who it was. he grabbed his phone anyway, unlocking it with disdain.
dongha
why the fuck did you disappear 6:49pm
baekjin wants to talk to you. it’s urgent 6:50pm
answer your phone 6:50pm
he didn’t even want to answer. the union was pissing him off enough lately, he had other things to deal with. you were far more important than this shit.
so he ghosted dongha, turning his phone off so no one would bother him again. by the time it was done, he was already back home.
when he opened the door, plastic bag in hand full of things for you, he found you sitting down on the couch, this time in your pyjamas, all washed up and comfortable. you were watching something on the tv, pulling a blanket over your legs.
he made his way over to you after removing his shoes and windbreaker, tossing the bag onto your knees as he sank down on the couch next to you. “this is all for you.” he said like it didn’t make you so happy all of a sudden.
“are you competing for the title of the best boyfriend ever?” you said teasingly, snuggling up with him. he ‘tsk’, but wrapped an arm around your shoulders anyway. “just eat your cookies.” he didn’t look at you, but he surely was smirking.
you dug into the bag, grabbing the strawberry milk. your favorite one. you forgot that you were sick for a moment, sipping on the drink, watching the screen in front of you, with seongje drawing circles on your arm.
you stayed like that for a while. silent, just watching tv, enjoying each other’s company and mostly relaxing. you had finished the milk, tossed the empty box on the small coffee table. your head wasn’t hurting that much anymore.
“you hungry?” seongje asked you, knowing it was getting a bit late and you hadn’t eaten anything yet. “not really, no. at least not right now.” you said quietly, before a yawn escaped from your lips.
yeah, you were definitely tired. you slowly moved to lay down with your head on his lap, making yourself as comfortable as possible.
he knew that you were about to fall asleep, he had noticed your sleepy eyes a few minutes ago. so he didn’t bother you. he simply played with your hair, twirling them around his fingers as you exhaled.
“i’ll wake you up when it’s time to eat.” he said calmly, but didn’t need an answer from you because he knew you were probably already asleep.
he looked back at the tv, on the show you were watching, and he smiled. a real, genuine smile. something that really made an appearance on his face.
he was happy. deep down, he loved moments like these. when you needed him, and he could do anything to help you. when you were clingy. when you were just you.
he didn’t regret ghosting baek jin. he didn’t care, actually.
seongje was right where he wanted to be.
author’s note — yeah so basically i hate this. i had no motivation to write the end so bear with it😭
Summary: Was it ever really casual?Or were you just the only one brave enough to feel it?
Warnings: a mutual pining,Kang WooYoung mentioned, ooc
A/N: This is my first Go HyunTak fic and I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want a sequel for this.
Everything Go HyunTak does with you seems casual but something deep inside you screams that it isn’t.
Was it casual when he came to see you after his basketball matches, just because you were his best friend?
Was it casual when he said you felt like home because you knew the real him, while no one else did?
Was it casual when he murmured your name in his sleep on his hospital bed?
Was it casual when he gave you his basketball jersey just because you looked nice in it?
Was it casual when he went quiet the moment you talked about wanting a boyfriend?
Was it casual when he hesitated to say the word “friend”, or when his tone dropped slightly as he said,
“You’ll always be my home… and you’ll always be my best friend.”
You never asked what the two of you were.
Because HyunTak always answered the same way whenever Park Humin asked.
“Best friend.”
After three years of being delusional about HyunTak liking you, you finally accept it.
He sees you as nothing more than a best friend.
Now you have two choices.
Ruin everything between you by confessing.
Or
Pretend you don’t have feelings for him.
Go on as many dates as you can.
Eventually move on and keep him in your life.
And because you’re a coward… You choose option two.
Definitely.
“___, where is your textbook?”
Your math teacher’s voice cuts through your thoughts. You look up to see him staring at you, one eyebrow raised.
“I forgot it, sir,” you mumble, lowering your gaze.
You curse yourself for staying up late last night, finishing a fanfic you found at 2 a.m which resulted in you waking up late and rushing to school without even checking your bag.
“The rules are rules, ___.”
He sighs. “Go stand in the corridor.”
You nod and quietly walk out of the classroom, mentally cursing yourself even more.
Three minutes into standing outside, you hear the classroom door open again.
You glance over absentmindedly
Then freeze.
A familiar figure steps out. Blue quarter-zip. School uniform layered over it.
Go HyunTak.
He walks toward you with his usual smile.
That damn smile.
You smile back before you can stop yourself.
“Did you forget your textbook too?”
He shakes his head, still grinning.
“No, of course not,” he says casually.
“I just didn’t want my favorite girl to be bored, so I lied.”
You wince internally.
Favorite girl.
Yeah… just not his girl.
“So,” HyunTak continues, leaning slightly against the wall beside you, “where’s my prize for standing here with you?”
He sounds way too excited.
You laugh softly.
“You cheesy bastard… hmm, let me think.”
“How about you come bake cookies with me tomorrow? You can take as many as you want.”
“That’s new…” he mutters, tilting his head slightly.
“___, you’ve never baked before. What’s the occasion?”
“Well…” your voice softens.
“Remember the guy I told you about? We’re going on a date on Wednesday. Mi Rae said it’s good to bring something on a first date.”
Silence.
Just for a second.
Two, maybe three seconds later,
He smiles again.
But this time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“The guy from Seoul?” he asks.
You nod.
“Of course I’ll come. Sounds like a good deal.”
He avoids eye contact.
Before you can say anything else,
An arm suddenly wraps around both your shoulders, pulling you in.
“Having fun without me, huh?”
Of course.
Park Humin.
“Ah— let me go, Baku! I can’t breathe!” you complain, squirming.
HyunTak immediately starts hitting Humin’s arm.
“What are you, five years old? Grow up, Baku,” he mutters.
“Yesss, dAd and mOm, I’ll be mAtUrE,” Humin replies dramatically.
Your cheeks heat up slightly. HyunTak just laughs.
———————————————-
You stand in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients when he walks in.
Go HyunTak.
Gray hoodie. Slightly messy hair. Hands in his pockets like he owns the place.
Looking handsome as ever.
At this point, you genuinely don’t understand how he has never had a girlfriend. Sometimes you even wonder if he’s into guys instead.
His gaze softens the moment he catches you staring.
The kitchen feels warm, almost too warm. Soft light filters through the window, and the quiet hum of the afternoon settles around you.
It’s… peaceful.
Dangerously peaceful.
“Your hair looks good,” he comments, nodding toward the messy tie you threw together just so it wouldn’t get in your way while baking.
You blink.
You can’t tell if he’s serious or just messing with you.
“Stop being weird,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.
He chuckles under his breath and walks closer.
Neither of you knows where to start.
So, naturally, you both end up on YouTube.
“Let’s follow this one,” you say, showing him your phone.
“It looks trustworthy.”
“Why?” he asks, leaning slightly closer to look at the screen.
You grin.
“Because he’s handsome.”
“What?” HyunTak scoffs, clearly annoyed.
“___, I didn’t know you cared about looks that much.”
You shrug.
“Why not?”
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.
“Look, I can’t believe I have to explain this to you,” he says, sounding more serious now.
“You can’t just go for looks when you’re dating someone,too. You have to see if they treat you well, or if they actually have something going for them like skills you know .. basketball ,taekwondo or—”
“So… someone like you?”
You cut him off.
That shuts him up.
Completely.
For a second, the loud, confident HyunTak looks… caught off guard.
Almost like he didn’t expect that.
“Not necessarily like me,” he mutters, quieter this time.
“But… you know. Someone who’s more than just a face.”
He looks back at his phone.
You sigh internally.
For a split second, you thought he might say something.
Admit something.
But there’s nothing to admit, right?
You punch the flour lightly.
Imagining it’s him.
“What about this one?” he suddenly says, holding his phone up.
“This looks like something you’d like.”
Your mood lifts instantly.
Cute fonts. Soft colors. Adorable editing.
Yeah.
You love this kind of thing.
“Okay, we’re doing this one.”
You both follow the steps together.
And just when you think things are going well, He smears flour across your cheek.
You freeze.
“…Go HyunTak..,
Do you have a death wish…?”
He bursts into laughter.
Loud. Unapologetic. Completely entertained.
“I should take a picture,” he says between laughs.
“___, you look so—”
He’s laughing too hard to finish his sentence .
You chase him immediately.
Of course you do.
It ends exactly how expected.
Flour everywhere.
On your face. On his hoodie. On the floor.
Probably in places it shouldn’t even be.
After a few solid hits to his back, you both calm down.
Barely.
“Let’s just finish it before everything gets ruined,” you sigh.
The rest goes… surprisingly well.
Between random arguments, bursts of laughter, and HyunTak somehow bringing up taekwondo and basketball in the middle of baking.
You actually manage to finish.
The cookies go into the oven.
His phone, still playing YouTube, switches to the next video automatically.
A familiar melody fills the room.
“Can’t Help Falling in Love” — Elvis Presley.
You glance at him.
“You listen to this kind of music?”
You sound genuinely surprised because you always see him listen to songs that hype him.
“Yeah,” he shrugs.
“It’s a classic.”
He pauses for a second.
Then,
He holds his hand out to you.
“May I dance with you, lady?” he says, putting on a terrible fake accent.
You laugh.
Of course you do.He’s ridiculous not to.But you take his hand anyway.
You move slowly, awkwardly at first ,then more naturally as the song carries you.
His hand rests lightly against yours.
Closer than usual.
Too close.
His eyes don’t leave yours.
Not even for a second.And your thoughts spiral.
Wise men say… Only fools rush in…
You’ve known each other for years.
Long enough to know this isn’t just friendship.
Shall I stay… Would it be a sin…
Is it even right to keep loving him while going on dates with someone else?
Should you just let go?Or hold on a little longer?
Like a river flows…
If you’re meant to be, you’ll find your way back to each other. Right?
Take my hand…
Do something, HyunTak.
Say something.Just once.
The music fades.
And you realize..You’re still in his arms.
You haven’t pulled away. Neither has he.
You gather your courage.
“Do you… have something to tell me?”
You step back just enough to look into his eyes.
His gaze wavers.
Hesitates.
Like he’s standing on the edge of something.
“I—”
“If you tell me not to go on that date…”
You swallow.
“I won’t.”
Surprise flickers across his face.
Real, this time.
For a second
You think he might say it.
Then
His phone rings.
The moment breaks.
“It’s Baku,” he mutters quickly.
“I have to go. I— uh… I’m sorry.”
He pats your head like always.Then pulls you into a quick hug.And he leaves.
Just like that.
You stand there.
Frozen for a few seconds.Maybe a little bit longer.
Your eyes sting.
“That damn bastard…” you mumble weakly.
“Couldn’t even help me clean up…”
Your voice cracks.
“First love is supposed to end like this… right?”
___________________________
Go HyunTak can’t stop thinking about it.
Today.
The day you’re going on a date with someone else.
The thought sits heavy in his chest as he shoves noodles into his mouth, barely tasting anything.
Across the table, Park Humin watches him with way too much interest.Then he laughs.
“Man, you look miserable.”
HyunTak doesn’t respond.He just keeps eating faster.
“You should’ve just told her you like her instead of sitting here like a loser,” Humin adds, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying this.
“Shut up, Baku,” HyunTak snaps, tone sharp.
“I don’t like her, okay?”
“Yeah,” Humin nods slowly.
“You don’t like her.”
A pause.
“You’re in love with her, dumbass.”
HyunTak’s chopsticks stop mid-air.
Across from them, Yeon Si-eun and Seong Juntae exchange confused looks, clearly having no idea what’s going on.
HyunTak exhales sharply and looks away.
He doesn’t answer or argue.He doesn't even deny it again.
Instead, he turns to Si-eun.
“You’re from Seoul, right?” he asks, voice steadier now.
“Do you know a guy named Kang WooYoung?”
Si-eun’s expression changes.
Just slightly.
But HyunTak notices.
“He’s from Seoul too,” HyunTak continues quickly.
“I just… want to know if he’s a decent guy.”
A pause.
“For a friend.”
The air shifts.
Subtle.
But enough.
And suddenly,
HyunTak wishes he hadn’t asked.
————————————————
Running has never been a problem for Go HyunTak.
Not during training.
Not during matches.
Not during fights.
But right now it is.
His breath comes out uneven as he runs down the street, pushing past people, ignoring the stares.
Because this isn’t just running.
It’s you.
It’s the thought of you sitting across from another guy.
Laughing. Smiling.
Looking at someone else the way you used to look at him.
His chest tightens.It is not from exhaustion.
From something else.
Maybe it’s not the running.
Maybe it’s the fact that he never realized how much he loved you.
He always told himself it was because you were his best friend.
That’s why he stayed close.
That’s why he cared.
That’s why he couldn’t stand it when you were sad.
But this?
This doesn’t feel like friendship.
He doesn’t want you with anyone else.
Not even a little.
And suddenly, everything makes sense.
Too late.
He should’ve said something.
When you gave him chances.
When you looked at him like that.
When you—
Now?
Now he’s just running after something that’s already slipping away.
From now on
He won’t hold back.
From now on
He won’t pretend.
From now on
He’ll say it.
Do it.
Show it.
From now on—
His steps slow.
Because he sees you.
You’re standing there.
Laughing.
With Kang WooYoung.
Your laugh—
It sounds so light.
So real.
So happy.
It makes his chest ache even more.
Wooyoung points at something nearby, saying something you don’t quite catch.
You turn your head to look.
Just for a second.
And that’s when it happens.
Wooyoung leans in.
And he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
Your eyes widen as your face turns red almost instantly.You don’t even realize he planned it.
But HyunTak sees everything. And something inside him breaks.
His hands clench at his sides.
His jaw tightens.
Too late.
The thought settles in his chest like something heavy.
notes; bro i love hyuntak so much i hope i didn’t make him too ooc
⤷ go hyuntak’s way of showing you his love is definitely through acts of service. sometimes it’s in the smallest things like helping you brush your hair, feeding you when you’re sick, giving you a piggyback ride when you’re too tired to walk. but he happens to be very attentive too, so he buys you things that you only mentioned once, he buys you snack when he notices you’re slightly hungry, he helps you with homework when you start getting frustrated.
⤷ he brings you flowers almost every week. you once said that your dream was to receive so many flowers all the time that you don’t have any space left in your house, so he fulfills it as best as he can. he picks them carefully all the time to make sure you like them, and when he doesn’t have any money, he goes to the park to choose them there. no matter what the circumstances are, you have a bouquet every week.
⤷ he definitely has a short temper and gets mad pretty easily, sometimes saying hurtful things in the heat of the moment, but he knows when to stop so he doesn’t cross the line. he always puts his pride aside and apologizes, even if he wasn’t in the wrong, because he hates arguing with you.
⤷ he likes to post pictures of you on his instagram a lot. his profile is all about basketball, and you. whenever he takes a new picture of you where you look absolutely stunning, he immediately posts it on his story with like the cheesiest song ever. baku teases him a lot about that.
⤷ he’s definitely the type to spend all of his money in a claw machine to win the plushie you thought was cute. he’ll probably try for half an hour and be super serious about offering it to you. like, he wouldn’t leave without it and when he does win it, he’s actually more excited than you. but it shows how he’s willing to do anything to make you happy.
⤷ he walks you back home all the time without any exceptions. even if it’s an hour away from where he has to be, he’s never letting you walk alone. plus, he always pulls you to the safer side of the sidewalk.
⤷ he loooooves sleeping with you. he thinks it’s like the most intimate thing ever to share a bed with you. if you’re clinging to him, he isn’t letting go either. he likes playing softly with your hair until you fall asleep. he feels genuine affection towards you when he hears your soft breaths, and he sleeps better with you by his side. he also loves lazy mornings where y’all stay in bed for a long time, just cuddling with each other.
⤷ he acts like he’s annoyed when his friends are teasing him about how soft he is with you, but anytime he has the chance, he brags about how lucky he is to have you. baku has to hear him talk about how beautiful you are at every basketball practice, and he obviously tells you about it later. it makes you flustered knowing your boyfriend talks about you when you’re not there.
⤷ when you’re upset, he teases you like crazy. he’s loud, making jokes and trying to make you at least smile. he thinks you’re cute when you try not to laugh at his jokes and keep pouting, and he always ends up peppering you face with kisses and making you smile like crazy. if there is really something bothering you, then he knows to be patient and immediately tries to understand what makes you this upset. he’ll turn super gentle and quiet, not acting playful any more.
⤷ he craves validation from you a lot. always with basketball too. he never says it out loud, but it’s obvious. whenever you come to a game, his gaze always wanders to the stands to make sure you’re watching him. he tries to see if you look proud or disinterested. of course, after every game, you always tell him about how good he is and how proud you are, and it always reassures him. but the cycle repeats all the time.
⤷ hyuntak isn’t a very big fan of pda. he keeps it casual, his arm around your shoulder to keep you close or his fingers interlacing with yours, and he presses occasional kisses on your lips or cheeks. but when it’s just the two of you at home, he’s super touchy. he’s always asking for a kiss, pulling you against him, making you run your fingers through his hair. he likes the intimacy of every touch, and he actually thinks of it as a super romantic thing.
author’s note – so basically he’s super bf material😭😭😭😭 i literally have sooo many ideas for this account but i have to find the motivation to write
notes; tbh this is just my interpretation of how seong je would be in a relationship, it might be ooc for some of y’all but i don’t think he’d be manipulative or crazy. i still hope you like it:)
⤷ seongje doesn’t talk a lot, but he’s a good listener. you could be talking about anything, whether it’s important or unnecessary, he still listens carefully even though it doesn’t seem like it. he remembers almost everything that you say, and even if you tell the same story twice, he listens all over again without complaining. he just loves hearing you talk.
⤷ he only has pictures of you as his lock screen, and they’re always the most random ones. when you’re asleep, when you’re cooking, when you’re brushing your teeth or when you’re enjoying something, he takes pictures of you and immediately sets them as his lock screen. it changes all the time, whenever he has a new cute picture of you.
⤷ he doesn’t take small arguments seriously because you’re usually the one to start them, and he knows it’s always about something dumb. he tries to make you less upset by being playful, like tickling you to make you laugh or giving you a kiss that he knows makes you melt. but when you both get into a heated argument, it’s different. he definitely disappears for a few hours to calm down, probably smokes a lot, but he always does his best to apologize. flowers, kisses, even being clingy if it means you’re forgiving him.
⤷ he has been craving for a real connection with someone his whole life, so he’s definitely super attached to you. he doesn’t show it, but the fact that you actually love him and care about him makes him vulnerable inside. he always wanted to find the person that would make him feel worthy, and now that he has you, he isn’t ready to let go.
⤷ he honestly has a soft spot for you. he doesn’t act with you like he does with guys from the union. he tries to be gentle, to be a good boyfriend for you. sometimes, he can say things that hurts or he gets mad pretty easily, but he knows when to stop and apologize. he gets scared of losing you because of his temper, so he really tries his best for you.
⤷ he shows his love and affection for you in so many different ways, most of them being more subtle, like the way he looks at you. it’s always with the same spark in his eyes, and he’s never able to take his gaze off of you. it could be a bit surprising, but he’s also very into physical touch. twirling pieces of your hair with his fingers while you’re laying on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind whenever you’re cooking, holding your wrist when your walking together so he doesn’t lose you, sliding his hand in the back pocket of your pants to keep you close. he isn’t ashamed of his love for you.
⤷ he’s very loyal. from the moment he first laid his eyes on you, he has been loyal to you. he knows that he only needs you, so he genuinely doesn’t care about anyone else. you’ll never catch him talking to another girl, and he doesn’t even know why you would be scared of him cheating on you.
⤷ he spends all his free time with you. apart from all the union stuff, he doesn’t do anything else. so, he’s always with you. even if it means doing nothing. you could be doing your homework, he would sit beside you and just watch without feeling bored. when he’s busy, he sends you a text every few hours just to ask what you’re doing or if you already ate. sometimes, you’ll receive a ‘miss you so much’ when it’s late at night and he can’t be home with you.
⤷ he genuinely smiles with you, and you're the only one to see him like that. he's always smirking playfully to look intimidating with others, but not with you. when you're happy, when you're yapping about something, when you're having fun, he's smiling softly. sometimes, you even manage to make him laugh. he loves it when his cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing with you.
⤷ he's very patient with you. it doesn't seem like it, but he tries his best to understand you. sometimes, when you're crying over something and can barely speak to tell him what's happening, he'll just hold you and try to calm you down, giving you all the time in the world. if you're upset and refuse to tell him why, he'll patiently try to talk to you, putting all teasing and sarcasm aside.
⤷ he loves to kiss your cheeks a lot. it's random, but he loves how they turn pinkish when he presses his lips against them. so he does it all the time. when you wake up from a nap, he's already by your side, peppering your cheek with kisses and he likes how you always try to push him away with little giggles and your face all red.
⤷ seongje is ready to get a better life just for you. he wants you forever, he's sure of it, and if you ever ask him to leave the union, he will. if it means that he can spend a lifetime with you, he'll do anything.
author’s note – it’s my first time posting i’m so nervous and my account is literally so empty but dw a gotak bf hc is coming!
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