HEY, YOU! HOLD MY PHONE, please?
BOYNEXTDOOR when they ask you to hold their phone during p.e
Summary: There was a tradition in which guys would give their phones to the girls they liked. It was no different for them
Pairing: classmate!boynextdoor x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, cute, a little bit embarrassingly adorable ??
A/N: hi guys!! tysm for your support on my posts! i hope you like this one also <3 it was inspired by both riwoo in that one live and this post !!
The whole class knew Jaehyun's big crush on you. The whole class, except you. So, it was no surprise for the people around you when Jaehyun gave you his phone before p.e class. Not even for you, since he did that pretty often, and you couldn't be happier to help him. It wasn't until one specific day, that you realized.
Jaehyun had just left to continue with the class after giving you his phone, playing basketball with the rest of the guys when suddenly your friend approached you with a silly smile.
"So... you and Jaehyun, huh?"
"Oh, come on y/n, you know about the tradition that guys give girls their phone while they play at p.e class"
Your face was pure shock. So that's what this was about, huh? Now you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Sungho is... complicated. He’s an introverted extrovert. Quiet around crowds, but full of personality when he’s comfortable. And with you? He was always in-between.
He’d tried talking to you a dozen times, but it never felt like the right moment. You were either with friends, busy, or he’d talk himself out of it last minute.
But one afternoon, when you were sitting alone, watching your classmates mess around on the field, he finally walked up.
“Hey, so... could you hold my phone for me real quick while I go exercise these big muscles?”
You laughed. He panicked for a second, unsure if you were laughing with him or at him—but your smile was everything.
“Sure,” you said softly. And that was enough.
People always assume Riwoo’s too shy to make the first move. But the truth is... he’s actually pretty bold—once he talks himself into it.
He probably rehearsed it a hundred times in his head before walking over to you. And when he finally did, you could see the nervous excitement flickering behind his eyes.
“So, um... I know this might be kinda weird coming from me, but... would you like to hold my phone?”
And just like that, he practically ran away—leaving his phone behind and you sitting there, stunned, phone in hand, heart maybe beating a little faster.
Taesan had a reputation. Emo. Cold. Doesn’t talk to anyone. But deep down, he was just a shy boy with a massive crush on the one person who ever bothered to speak to him like he was human—you.
You were always kind. Always smiling. And somehow, always looking past the rough exterior he tried so hard to maintain. So of course he fell for you.
“Wait... is that Taesan giving Y/N his phone?” someone whispered across the gym.
He cleared his throat, walking up to you with a stiff kind of awkwardness.
“Hey, so uh... would you be, like... kind enough to, y’know, hold my phone and stuff?”
You raised a brow, suppressing a laugh. “Taesan, you do know guys only do this when they like someone, right?”
He paused. Swallowed hard.
“I know,” he muttered—and walked away before you could even reply.
You saw it happening around you—boys handing over their phones like it was some sacred ritual. You didn’t mind. It was kind of cute.
But you liked someone too. Leehan. The quiet one who never joined P.E., always sitting on the bleachers, headphones half-in, attention elsewhere.
You looked over every few minutes, just to check if he was still there.
And then, a wild thought hit you.
Why did it have to be the boys who gave their phones? You worked out too! So you grabbed your phone, took a deep breath, and walked straight up to him.
“Hey, Leehan! I wanted to give you my phone before P.E. starts. Will you keep it safe for me?”
Cheeks flushed pink. Eyes wide. He nodded, barely managing a: “Y-Yeah. Sure.”
You smiled, handed it to him, and turned around before he could see your face turn just as red.
This wasn’t just about tradition for Woonhak. This was about pride. Honor. Victory.
You weren’t clueless—you knew the effect you had. Every P.E. class was chaos. Boys fumbling over each other, awkwardly trying to give you their phones, only for you to casually walk away, unbothered.
So when it came to Woonhak, he couldn’t fail. Not him. Not the guy who (in his words) liked you more than any of those other losers.
But damn, he was nervous. He must’ve paced five times before working up the nerve to approach you.
When he finally did, his voice was soft, shaky, but so sincere it made your heart skip.
“Hey... I really don’t wanna bother you or anything, but it’d make me really happy if you could... you know, hold my phone and stuff? Like, if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay, I just—yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”
You smiled. You actually smiled.
And for Woonhak, that was the win of the century.
“Honestly, i thought you'd never ask” his face went totally pale before getting completely red.
“Well yeah, it was hard enough to turn down all the other guys, but seeing you always doubting was making me impatient” you smiled, extending your hand out so he could give you his phone.
You swear you've never seen a boy smile so much.