@nanamyberry request! i kinda did it different but hope you still enjoyy !!
synopsis : things your best friend ( that you have feelings for ) does
themes : fluff. seonghyeon x 6th member. introvert hyeon, juhoon, martin, james mention. kissing. barely proofread.
nonchalant!hyeon who claims he hates going out with y/n but secretly enjoys it.
“didn't we go out yesterday?” he says rolling his eyes. “yeah but that was only one hour, and you didn't even let me buy anything.” you huff crossing your arms. “you spent like all the money in my account, and everyone was asking where we were??” he says almost annoyed – well annoyed.
nonchalant!hyeon who never questions you waking up at night and going to practise at the same time as him.
“y/n? shouldn't you be asleep?” he questions looking at you through the mirror. “couldn't.” you say you always say. he doesn't take notice though, not knowing you just wanted to see him.
nonchalant!hyeon who always drinks the random latte on his desk every morning, even when nobody else got one.
“why tf is there so much cups in the bin.” juhoon asks. “someone's took caffeine addict to seriously.” martin adds.
nonchalant!hyeon who almost argues the gift on your bed wasn't from him, which it clearly was.
“happy birthday y/n. i hope you like them, pls stop saying im your introverted son now.” you open the box and see some shoes. “aww love birds.” james says from over your shoulder.
nonchalant!hyeon who was confused when he saw your red face after he tied your shoes for you.
“wait i need to tie my shoes.” you crouch down. “let me do them.” he interrupts, when he finally finished he stood up. only to see a tomato.
nonchalant!hyeon who didn't know how to react when you confessed to him.
“so, well i kind of... like you.” you say looking down hair covering your face as you fiddle with your beige rubbery dress.
chalant!you who almost ripped off your nails when he kissed you.
could u do a seonghyeon x 6th member fluff ? the reader is a ray of sunshine , super extrovert and "addopt" him as her introvert person ? she fell first but he fell wayyy harder. Everyone knows somenthing is happen between them but they just keep on "we're just best friends !! "
Take ur time and thank u !! <3 + srry bad english 💔💔it's not my first language
yes! no problem i'll start it today, also i was looking at some seonghyeon pics on pinterest today so what a coincidence!! 🩷
💬 。 at 173cm, harua has always felt small next to the other guys—but none of that matters when he’s with you. calm, gentle, and soft-spoken, he’s never one to start fights… until yuma’s birthday party.
masterlist 𓋰 shigeta harua x f!rea⠀ ✶⠀ fluff fic violence (fighting) wc: 1270 don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
harua wasn’t particularly the shortest, but he had always been smaller than the rest of the boys in his class. it bothered him more than he liked to admit. he envied the others—especially the younger ones like maki—who were still growing and easily pushing past 180cm while he remained stuck at 173. it was annoying. frustrating, even.
but his height had never mattered when he started dating you. you were smaller than him, and that alone made him feel just right.
he had always been the calm one—collected, gentle, and soft-spoken. he never went looking for conflict for the thrill. the other boys teased him for it sometimes, calling him too nice, too soft, too feminine. but harua didn’t mind. especially not when you told him that was exactly what you loved most about him.
but that calm, gentle personality of his shattered had shattered the moment yuma invited the two of you to his birthday party.
harua wasn’t a fan of parties, but he couldn’t skip his roommate / best friend’s celebration—it was in their shared home after all. so he went, with you right by his side. the second you stepped through the door, the house swallowed you both—loud music shaking the walls, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and too many drunk twenty year olds.
harua spotted his group of friends almost immediately but he didn’t want to leave you alone, so he tried to pull you along with him—you just smiled and gently pushed him forward.
“go say hi,” you said over the music. “i’ll be fine. it’s yuma’s birthday.”
he protested, brows furrowed with worry, but after you practically shouted at him to go, he reluctantly left your side. he kept glancing back at you as he made his way through the crowd to greet the birthday boy and the rest of his friends.
it didn’t even take twelve minutes.
maki suddenly appeared beside him, leaning in close so harua could hear him over the pounding bass.
“hey, rua?” maki said, voice urgent. “there’s some guy talking to your girlfriend right now. she looks really uncomfortable… i think you should go handle it.”
maki’s words hit harua like a slap. without another word, he pushed through the crowded living room, heart hammering harder than the bass that shook the house. he should’ve never left your side. not even for twelve minutes.
when he finally spotted you in the kitchen, his blood ran cold. he couldn't even describe what he was feeling.
the guy was way too close—towering over you, one arm braced on the counter beside you, practically trapping you against it. his other hand was sliding down, fingers brushing dangerously close to your ass, a smug grin on his face as he leaned in and said something harua couldn’t hear.
you looked visibly uncomfortable, shoulders tense, trying to lean away.
that was all it took.
something inside harua snapped.
he stormed over, grabbed the guy’s shoulder, and yanked him back hard. before the stranger or you could even react, harua’s fist connected solidly with his jaw.
the sound was sickening.
the guy stumbled backward, crashing into a couple of people before hitting the floor. harua didn’t stop. he was on him in seconds, knees pinning the guy down as he threw punch after punch—knuckles splitting, rage pouring out of him in a way no one had ever seen.
“harua—!” you yelled, trying to rush forward.
taki was quick., though. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back, keeping you away from the fight. “just… let him,” taki said tightly, voice low in your ear. “i think he needs this right now.”
harua kept swinging, teeth bared. “don’t you ever fucking touch her like that again!” he shouted between hits, voice raw.
the guy finally managed to throw harua off with a furious grunt. he rolled on top of the smaller boy and started returning the punches just as hard. the two of them rolled across the sticky floor, throwing wild, angry blows while the party descended into chaos around them.
harua’s lip was split, his cheekbone already bruising, but he didn’t care. all he could see was that hand on you.
just when the fight looked like it was getting worse, fuma pushed through the crowd with k and nicholas right behind him.
“enough!” fuma shouted.
he and k grabbed harua, yanking him off the other guy with strong arms. nicholas helped pull the stranger back, keeping the two separated. harua struggled against fuma’s hold for a few seconds, chest heaving, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
“rua, stop! it’s over!” fuma said firmly, refusing to let go.
the moment harua’s eyes found you, the fight drained out of him. taki finally released you, and you ran straight to harua.
“god—rua—what’s gotten into you—?” you frowned, tears welling up in your eyes.
you didn’t wait for an answer. slightly frustrated, you grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the crowd and down the hallway toward his bedroom, slamming the door behind you to shut out the noise and chaos.
the music was still thumping through the walls, but it felt muffled now. the adrenaline making your body buzz. you pushed harua to sit on the edge of his bed and immediately went to his drawers, rummaging until you found the small first aid kit you had left there for emergencies.
harua sat quietly, watching you with dazed eyes. his adrenaline was crashing hard. blood trickled from his split lip and nose, and a nasty bruise was already forming on his left cheekbone.
you stood in front of him, gently tilting his chin up to inspect the damage. your hands were shaking.
“you idiot…” you whispered, voice cracking as you dampened a cotton pad with antiseptic. “you could’ve gotten really hurt. he was so much bigger than you.”
harua winced when the antiseptic touched his wounds but didn’t pull away. instead, he reached out and rested his hands on your waist, thumbs gently stroking your sides—the same gentle touch you were so used to.
“i know,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “but when i saw his hand on you… i just lost it. i couldn’t think. i didn’t care how big he was.”
harua winced at the sting but let out a low, breathy chuckle. a cocky little smirk tugged at his bloody lip as he looked up at you.
you dabbed at his split lip, biting at your own lip in an attempted to suppress the tears threatening to fall. “harua…”
“what?” he grinned—actually grinned—even as you cleaned the blood from his nose. his hands squeezed at your waist, fingers pressing into you with newfound confidence. “you should’ve seen his face when i hit him. he wasn’t expecting that from me.”
you stared at him, half shocked, half endeared. this was not your usual soft, gentle harua. this version was still buzzing, cocky, and a little feral from the rush.
“you’re always so calm and sweet,” you tearfully sighed. “i’ve never seen you like that before.”
harua leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach for a second before tilting his head up again. his eyes sparkled with leftover adrenaline.
“i’m still that guy, bunny” he said, voice dropping. “but when it comes to you?” his smirked loosened into a small smile, thumb brushing over your hip. “i’ll become someone else real quick.”
“i don’t care how big they are,” he murmured against your shirt. “if they touch you like that again… i’ll do it worse next time.”
he suddenly pulled you closer, hands firm on your waist as he looked up at you with that rare, cocky glint.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i ♡ hr ! currently taking that rurupill~~ this is based off of the twenty one pilots song smithereens hehe, i was listening to it n it was just soooo harua ! i hope my fellow ruru lovers + all luné enjoy this 🐰ྀི
warnings: major character death, angst, slight cheating (reader does not have actual feelings towards fiance), brief description of a car accident, yudai is unfair, brief description of sex, reader’s actions should not be followed unless you are mentally well enough to accept consequences
desc: yudai confronts you at the eve of your engagement party as you spiral through your past memories with a certain someone
a/n: i mostly wrote this to cope with my own recent grief but this story is loosely inspired by the katy perry song and a scene from satisfied by hamilton lmao
the sound of chatter and the clinking of silverware was evident in the otherwise quiet of the night yet it fell deaf on your ears, the moment behind the closed balcony doors worlds apart from yours. it felt serene like this; just you staring up into the sky, the moon and stars as your witness as you felt your heart thump in slow, steady beats.
thump. one.
thump. two.
thump. three.
after what seemed like hours but were just mere minutes, you had lost count around the hundredth count. the gleam of the stars is especially bright tonight. tears prickled in your eyes but you held them in, not wanting anyone to see anything but happiness plastered on your face on this special night. and yet, the urge to sob and cry and pour your heart out to the world, the sky, the moon heck even god is overwhelming.
you were so deep in your feelings that you didn’t notice the click of the door opening and shutting, the noise from inside spilling out before briefly being enveloped by silence again. a tall man fitted in a dark gray suit stood behind you, announcing his presence by a slight clear of his throat. you glanced behind you at the interruption before returning your gaze back to the front, the dark garden splayed beneath you gaining your attention instead; the shadows formed by the light of the moon swaying along with rustling of the hedges.
the man chuckled at your actions, his long legs striding over until he was shoulder to shoulder with you; his back resting against the railings while his elbow grazes your exposed arm. the cold wind nip at both of your cheeks, your hairs swirling in the air like mist before falling back onto your faces then repeating the process all over again.
it was quiet once more before the intruder spoke up. “you know, if the star of the night disappeared, i wonder what everyone would say about that,” he peeked an eye open in your direction, your evening gown swaying softly with the wind as the party became background noise in this little bubble that yudai had calculatingly formed between both of you. you weren’t a fool, of course you had noticed him trying to find a moment where it was only you two and seized the chance as quickly as it had presented itself. or maybe you had granted him that chance, who knows exactly.
your grip on your forearms tighten as you scoff at his words, finding it entirely absurd. “my fiance is perfectly entertaining and distracting the guests. and they’re all aware i’m pretty quiet by nature anyways so they won’t be bothered to find me,” you reasoned while stealing a glance at the man beside you. his face was handsome, with a sharp nose that perfectly contrasted his otherwise soft and round eyes that were shining with something questionable behind them. despite such differences in appearances, you could clearly see where the similarities fall through; the way they scrunched their eyes when they laughed, their cheeks poking outwards in a cute way when they smiled and the stupid twinkle in their eyes when they were up to no good.
a twinge of hurt and guilt flooded through your veins, clogging your arteries with unresolved feelings. yudai let out a snort of laughter and fully faced his body towards you, leaning his entire weight onto the railing beside him. “does said fiance know that you’re just using him too or is it something everyone knows as well,” he questions back. you could feel your blood boiling with anger; not because he was wrong- no- but because he was right.
you turned your head to the other side so that he couldn’t see your expression. “he doesn’t need to know that,” you murmured, although even you were unsure at this point. your lovely fiance, who had just proposed to you the past weekend and had thrown this big party to celebrate the occasion. your sweet and caring fiance who doesn’t know about your past, about your grievances or even about him. only the man standing next to you knew all of this, knew about him.
yudai places a hand on top of yours, his gaze hard and serious though a small smile grazed his lips. you retracted your nails back from your forearms, lingering crescent marks left on the skin from how hard you were gripping them moments before. his thumb gently rubbing small circles onto your hand, a constant reassurance that he was still there despite everything. “he deserves a right to know y/n, you can’t keep this from him forever you know.”
tears start to form again in your eyes and stubbornly, you still refuse to let them fall even now. even after being confronted face to face with his older brother and even lying to the partner you were planning to spend your life with. because the truth was; you couldn’t stop thinking of him, stop yearning for him, stop waiting on someone who would never come back to you.
a wrecked sound reverberated through the night, you belatedly realising it came from your own throat. the sting in your eyes was painful now as a flood of tears rushed down your cheeks with impressive speed. your knees start to buckle as you drop down onto the balcony floor, the pain in your chest increasing tenfold, making it harder for you to breathe.
you hated the present. hated fate, hated the universe for taking your love from you. for taking your taki away from you.
…
the ticklish feeling of being kissed awake was how you always started your mornings. soft kisses all over your face, and lingering ones near the corner of your mouth but never where you exactly want them. you could feel yourself squirm in annoyance as a small whine escapes you, making the perpetrator giggle at your actions. slowly, you blink yourself awake and find yourself looking into big brown eyes, a grin plastered sweetly on your boyfriend’s lips.
“gmorning my love,” taki whispered into your ears, his slight husky voice sending chills down your spine. he reappeared back into your peripheral view, his eyes filled with warmth and that feeling you know all too well- love- making that familiar sensation stir deep in your stomach. despite being together for almost 5 years, taki never stopped giving you butterflies from every little thing he did for you.
your mornings were slow but bathed in a comforting glow that both of you knew the rhythm of as you waltz through your routines. washing up while taki cooked breakfast then switching it up as you did the dishes and he showered. eating breakfast meant a bet on who could steal kisses from the others the most. taki always won and you always let him, if he would forever allow you to see his beautiful victory smile all the time.
people kept saying that after years of living together, the rose tinted glasses would eventually fall off and the relationship would feel strained. however, it was the opposite for the both of you, becoming even more loving and caring towards each other. you were skeptical as taki was your first ever boyfriend, being very put off with the act of intimacy and secluding your feelings. but taki was ever patient and understanding with all your struggles, letting you set the pace with his utmost respect and support. thus, your feelings blossomed softly and you could finally meet taki in the middle with the same amount of love and care that he poured into your relationship. later on the years, he would admit that you were his first ever girlfriend too and you would just tackle him with kisses and breathless laughters as revenge for thinking he had more experience.
life with taki was never dull since both of your jobs were pretty demanding, which means intense commentary in your dms about mean bosses and irritating customers.
taki waki ૮ › 𖥦 ‹ ྀིა
babeeee
can you believee itt
lovie y/n 𑣲⋆
what what
who do i need to fight this time
taki waki ૮ › 𖥦 ‹ ྀིა
idk how to tell you but ur literally three apples tall
i think they’ll win by a landslide
no offense babe
lovie y/n 𑣲⋆
you're sleeping outside tonight riki.
taki waki ૮ › 𖥦 ‹ ྀིა
NOT THE GOVERNMENT NAME
IM SORRYYYY HONEYY ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡
i wanted to compare you to hello kitty…..
he did sleep outside for like 20 minutes until you decided you missed his warmth, and so he was granted entry back into the bedroom, not before bombarding you with kisses as an apology.
whenever you went on dates, they were either fun and exciting or laidback and calm which is a first for taki. sometimes you would drag him to amusement parks and ride outrageous rides with him; ignoring his queasiness in exchange for the bright smile you always wore after every scare of a park ride. on the days that both of you just wanted to venture out into the city, you would somehow find yourself at an arcade and would compete with each other on who could win the most plushies and keychains. this of course ended with both your arms filled with mountains worth of plushies that you both decided to donate instead. although, sometimes taki would ask you to dress up more than usual as he opted for shirt topped with a cardigan instead of his usual hoodies and sweatshirts, his hair combed back in a slicked back. he would then proceed take you out to a nice fancy restaurant that his older brother- yudai- had mentioned before while you proceeded to not laugh at taki as he looked so out of place sitting right across from you, a menu blocking the way his eyes bulged at the prices. still, it’s the thought that counts and he did look good in a different sort of way.
on the topic of intimacy, it was spontaneous and romantic at times. simple night-ins could warrant for a steamy incident on the couch; your legs straddling his hips as you make out for hours on end, loud indecent noises spilling from the both of you that had the neighbours pounding on the walls of your shared apartment. your taki, ever so gentle, always made sure you were well taken care of before satisfying his own hunger. kissing you softly before going down you, whispering quiet praises that made your toes curl and intertwining your fingers together the whole time, making sure you knew that he was always present. sex wasn’t just something physical to you both, it was about making love and receiving it abundantly in return.
you both had talked about marriage before too which wasn’t surprising since you were literally married at the hip, just not officially. wedding planning went as much as you imagined with taki as your partner. making the wedding invitations like pokemon cards, having a ramen stall so that all the guests (mostly you two) had free flow ramen on the special day and even wanting to make kirby themed wedding toppers to be placed on your mario themed cake. they were all such ridiculous ideas but they were yours. taki hadn't proposed yet but both of you wore the promise rings he bought on your second anniversary anyways, so it still felt complete.
you were so happy, your life brimming with love and happiness with taki by your side. but, not everyone gets their happy ending.
it was raining heavily that day as you barrelled into your apartment complex, cursing yourself for forgetting to bring your umbrella when taki himself had reminded you about the forecast that morning. maybe, it just wasn’t your day as your boss was suspiciously grouchier than usual, dumping all his workload on your already cluttered desk. not to mention, you had accidentally dropped your bento onto the floor when your coworker had decided to scare you for fun. now, you were soaked from head to toe. just your luck, you sighed as you toed off your shoes and reaching into your bag to message taki that you had just arrived at home.
usually, taki would pick you up from work because he didn’t want his princess to walk home alone. today though, he had mentioned earlier that he had an errand to run so he didn’t have time to go to your workplace. which is fine by you anyways since you did needed to walk more, the princess privilege being too confining. you decided to start on the bath before making dinner; keeping both of them warm enough so that when taki came back home, you could ask the cheesy line of wanting dinner, bath or you? the thought itself made you cringe but imagining the tired smile you would receive in return had your heart beating a bit faster.
soon, you did all the chores as well as the laundry that had been an eyesore for the past week. you just felt extra productive than usual while waiting for taki because it was rare for either of you to get back later than the other which made you excited. maybe things in the bedroom could escalate too, you giggled at the thought. it had been a busy week for you both and what way to destress other than rediscovering each other’s bodies?
however, taki’s be home in 30 min text turned into an hour which then turned into two. dinner had gotten cold a while ago yet there were still no updates from your boyfriend. that gnawing feeling deep in your gut was starting to get harder to ignore as the time passes but you were sure that taki was just stuck in traffic since it was still raining. of course that had to be the reason!
suddenly, your phone started ringing, the shrill ringtone echoing through the empty hallways of your apartment, the caller id shown was unknown. you clicked on the receiver and held the phone near your ear with trembling hands. it was quiet for moment before a voice could be heard on the other side, the information they delivered making you drop your phone into your lap and onto the couch.
you quickly rushed to the front door, but not before retrieving your phone and scrambling out of the complex, hurriedly trying to hail a taxi. you could’ve cared less about your outfit and how you were soaked once more from the rain. all that ran through your head was to get to the hospital as fast as you can. taki, your lovely boyfriend taki, had gotten into an accident on his way back near the intersection that he always complained was out to get him. and maybe it finally did.
when you finally reached the hospital, you were gratefully whisked into the ward that taki was located in after explaining to the front desk on who you were and who you were there for. yet as you entered, all the air was left your lungs as you stared at the scene in front of you; taki, hooked up to countless lines of ivs while an oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose. the unsteady beeps of the monitor occasionally broke the otherwise pristine silence. you could see a mop of dark brown hair gripping onto taki’s left hand, who you assumed to be yudai, sitting on the complementary chair provided to every room. slowly, you reached to the right side of the bed, your hands trembling as you held onto taki’s surprisingly cold hands. which is weird, because taki only ever ran hot as a heater no matter the time or place.
yudai glanced upwards and caught your gaze, the remnant marks of tears evident on his cheeks. you wanted to speak, to ask, to make a sound akin to something at least. Maybe yudai understood, because he rested his forehead down onto taki’s hand before beginning to explain.
“taki, he- he got rear ended at a stop light and it made the car skid onto ongoing traffic. the police are trying to track the perpetrator but we’re not sure if taki will..” he trailed off but you caught the meaning behind it. you collapsed onto the bed, holding onto taki’s weak form, focusing your attention on the small rise of his chest with every shallow breath he took. sometimes, when you awoke from a nightmare; you would cuddle closer into taki’s chest and listen to his steady but rapid heartbeat. but now, every beat of his slowly declining heart is being plugged in for everyone to see. you could feel your face crumple in despair as an ugly sob escaped through your throat as you prayed desperately for a miracle.
after what felt like hours but were just mere minutes, you noticed that taki was finally starting to stir, his eyes slowly opening as his vitals steadied. you thank everyone that had helped you achieve this, your lover was finally back. all of a sudden though, the monitors surrounding his bed beeping loudly, alarming both you and yudai. taki’s older brother stood up instantly and loudly called out for a nurse from the hallway while you just stared at his face with tears streaming down your face.
“nononono please don’t do this to me oh my god,” you pleaded to no one in particular, cradling taki’s face like he was glass that could break at any time. you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate as tears cascade down your face and unto your boyfriend’s before you realise the short three insistent taps on your palm.
tap.
tap.
tap.
taki had sent a link long before where a boyfriend would always do things in pats or taps in threes to show his unconditional love to his girlfriend nonverbally. he had said it was the most romantic mundane thing ever and you laughed at the thought. right now though, he was telling you i love you in his own way, a tear trailing down as his eyes gazes into yours one last time. then finally, the monitors started to flatline as yudai brought in a group of nurses in, signalling that the love of your life has left this world behind.
the funeral was held fast; everyone from your old group of friends to your current ones, relatives and even your neighbours came by to visit and pay their respects to the deceased. they all talked about how he was still so young, had so much to live for but they all wondered what would happen if he were not to go out for that errand. you wondered as well as you sat near his casket, motionless and void of emotions.
but losing him wasn’t the point that really broke you- no- it was the exact reason he was still out so late on that rainy night. yudai had finally decided to tell you a month after the funeral proceedings ended. taki was just coming back after receiving a special engraving order from a jewellery store downtown; the order being your wedding rings with both of your initials engraved on the inside of them. that was the last time anyone from your town had seen you since.
…
unfortunately for you, yudai has tracked you down here with your whole life rewritten; new job, new friends, new apartment and now, a new fiance. “you really worked fast for only disappearing for three years,” the bitterness in his voice was sharp as he stared at your crumpled form on the ground. “couldn’t wait to finally move on from my burden of a brother huh?” he harshly spat out. “did you even love hi-”
“you can keep degrading me all you want but never stain my memory of loving him,” you snarled, instantly cutting him off midsentence. tears kept running down your face and ruining your makeup but at this point you couldn’t care less. “i’ve only ever loved him and only him, okay? even if it means marrying someone else to please everyone around me, replacing our shared happy memories with ones without him. i still love him,” you admitted, the witness count increasing by one as yudai’s mouth hangs in shock at your flimsy confession.
both of you held each other’s stare in silence, your words still hanging in the air, static and unmoving but still undeniably true. the door to the balcony clicked open again, directing your focus behind you both. a head popped in from the inside, belonging to your fiance; shota, a flicker of surprise flashing through his face. he quickly stepped in between the two of you, supporting your frame as you slowly tried to stand up.
“are you okay y/n? is this guy bothering you? should i have security remove him?” shota bombarded you with questions, a serene familiar feeling washing through you. yudai seemed to have noticed something too as he let out a surprised but hearty laugh.
“it’s okay, i accidentally triggered her so i think i’ll see myself out,” yudai pushed off from the railings and started for the door but seemed to remember something as he turned to face you once more. thanks to your fiance, you were now off the floor and thankfully your dress was free from any dust or creases. you furrowed your brows at him in confusion while you tilted your head slightly to the side, his ambiguousness getting on your nerves.
“are you happy,” he questioned.
the feel of the cold wind slapping against your skin contrasted greatly with the warmth that was currently enveloping one of your hands from your fiance holding it. You gave him a wry and small smile, directing it away from shota’s sight.
𐙚 ₊ ⊹ you, me, and the inevitable collapse of platonic friendship
♡ lee leehan realizing he’s been in love with you since he was twelve and deciding this is somehow your fault.
☆ genres: childhood best friends to lovers | university au | slowburn but also not | humour| slight yearning | jealously | chaotic friendgroup | soft romance | mutual pining
☆ playlist : fairy of shampoo - txt | serenade - boynextdoor | love story - p1harmony| 404 file not found - taeyoung | why you so bad? - tws | specifically the last few seconds of lifeiscool in which leehan sings :p
☆seobjectified's note: this is my first fanfic i rlly hope you guys enjoy itt !!
At 5:14 in the morning, your phone buzzed violently against your face, dragging you out of some of the best sleep you'd had in weeks.
You made a noise somewhere between a groan and a death threat before blindly reaching for it under your pillow, one eye barely open against the darkness of your dorm room.
There was only one person insane enough to contact you voluntarily at this hour.
leehan 🐟
if i got abducted by aliens do u think theyd keep me or send me back
You stared at the message in exhausted silence.
Outside your window, the sky was still black. Your journalism draft was due in six hours. Wonhee was asleep three feet away with an eye mask on and enough rage issues that if your phone buzzed one more time, she might actually kill both of you.
You typed slowly with one thumb.
why are you awake
The typing bubble appeared immediately.
Of course he was still holding the phone.
soul said my aura would concern extraterrestrial life forms
You pressed your face deeper into your pillow. You did not wanna deal with this shit so early in the morning.
Somewhere across campus, Lee Leehan was absolutely lying upside down on his bed right now, hair a mess, oversized hoodie half covering his hands while Soul rotted dramatically somewhere nearby. You could picture it with painful clarity because you’d known him for almost fifteen years, and unfortunately your brain had memorized him in microscopic detail.
The way he got philosophical when he was sleep deprived.
The way he blinked slowly whenever he was trying not to smile.
The way he always, always texted you first when something strange crossed his mind, as though your attention was the natural destination for every thought he ever had.
What you didn’t know was that Leehan had been staring at your dm for the last ten minutes before sending the text.
Because he missed you.
Which was ridiculous considering he’d seen you less than twelve hours ago.
Leehan knew it was getting bad.
Actually, no.
'Getting bad' implied this was recent.
The truth was that he’d probably been in love with you since middle school and simply hadn’t realized that normal people did not think about their best friend this constantly.
Normal people didn’t instinctively search crowded rooms for one specific person.
Normal people didn’t feel irrationally irritated whenever someone else made you laugh too hard.
Normal people definitely didn’t wake up at five in the morning wondering whether you’d answer their stupid alien questions.
And yet.
Your phone buzzed again.
leehan 🐟
answer the question seriously
i think theyd study you for scientific purposes
wow
and then probably return you after deciding youre too annoying to keep
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Then:
okay but youd miss me
You rolled your eyes automatically even as your mouth betrayed you by smiling into the pillow.
That was the problem with Leehan.
He had somehow woven himself into every part of your life so completely that the idea of missing him felt less hypothetical and more like asking whether you’d miss having organs. Yes, he was that important to you.
You and Leehan had been inseparable since childhood in the sort of way that made adults smile knowingly and your friends giggle. There had never really been a beginning to your friendship because it felt like he’d simply always existed beside you: muddy sneakers abandoned in your family’s front hallway, sleepy movie nights sprawled across living room floors, his laugh echoing beside yours at every age and every stage of your life.
By university, things had only gotten worse.
Or better.
Depending on who you asked.
You edited his jazz composition assignments while he carried your camera equipment across campus without being asked. He waited outside your journalism lectures pretending it was coincidence despite somehow arriving exactly when your classes ended every single time. Your hoodies migrated mysteriously into his apartment. His sweaters ended up draped across your desk chair for weeks.
People had stopped asking whether you were together around freshman year.
Now they just stared at the two of you with exhausted understanding.
Wonhee once referred to your friendship as “emotionally codependent with tax benefits.”
Soul said you and Leehan moved around each other “like haunted soulmates.”
Jungwon, unfortunately, had looked genuinely confused when you clarified you were only friends.
“You act married,” he’d said simply.
At the time, both you and Leehan had laughed.
Mostly because neither of you knew what else to do.
Except Leehan had gone home afterward and stared at his ceiling for an hour thinking about it.
Your phone buzzed one final time.
leehan 🐟
come get breakfast with me later
leehan its five in the morning
so is that a yes
You stared at the screen for a moment before sighing.
if i can't complete my draft because of you im haunting you permanently
okay so that is a yes :D
You locked your phone and dropped it onto your mattress, already regretting the fact that you were absolutely going to meet him later and couldn't sleep in.
Across the room, Wonhee cracked one eye open.
“Was it him again?”
You buried your face into the blanket. “Unfortunately.”
Wonhee watched you for a long moment before muttering, “One day you two are gonna wake up married accidentally.”
The terrifying thing was that neither of you would be surprised.
By the time you dragged yourself to the student café three hours later, Leehan was already there.
Of course he was.
He sat curled into the corner booth nearest the window with one leg tucked beneath him, large headphones hanging around his neck while he absentmindedly tapped drum patterns against the table with his fingers. Morning sunlight spilled across his face in soft gold streaks, catching against the silver rings on his hands and the dark mess of his hair. Soul was slumped unconscious beside him with his cheek pressed against a textbook he clearly had not opened once.
Leehan noticed you immediately.
He always did.
His entire expression shifted in that subtle way you’d accidentally memorized over the years—his shoulders loosening slightly, his eyes softening around the edges like some invisible part of him settled the second you entered the room.
And God, Leehan hated that people noticed it now.
Because recently, they had been noticing.
“There you are,” he said.
“You texted me before sunrise.”
“And yet you still came.”
“That’s beautiful,” Soul mumbled without lifting his head. “You guys are like if soulmates reincarnated as loser university students.”
You slid into the booth across from Leehan, immediately stealing the iced coffee sitting near his elbow. “Why are you both awake?”
“Leehan had inspiration,” Soul replied flatly. “Which apparently means I’m not allowed to sleep.”
Leehan ignored him completely, eyes still fixed on you while you drank his coffee like it belonged to you.
At this point it technically did.
The two of you shared things so naturally now that ownership had become blurry years ago.
“Did you finish your article?” he asked.
“Almost.”
“You said that yesterday.”
“I’m a journalist. We thrive under pressure and procrastination.”
“You cried over formatting last week,” he laughed softly. “You said, and I quote, ‘APA format was invented by evil men.’”
“And why do you remember that?”
Because Leehan remembered everything about you.
Every stupid phrase. Every nervous habit. Every expression.
Because loving you had apparently rewired his brain into a storage unit exclusively dedicated to you.
Instead, he only shrugged.
“You say funny things when you’re stressed.”
There was something horribly fond in the way he said it.
You hated that your stomach noticed.
Across from you, Soul slowly lifted his head, eyes moving between the two of you with the exhausted expression of someone witnessing a slow-motion disaster.
“You know,” he said carefully, “Your conversations carry more romantic tension than any classic romance novels ever has.”
Neither of you answered.
Mostly because Leehan was still looking at you.
It had gotten worse recently.
Not in an obvious way. He wasn’t suddenly confessing beneath moonlight or writing your name in notebooks like some tragic coming-of-age protagonist. If anything, the changes were microscopic enough that nobody except you would notice them.
You noticed how his hand lingered against your back when guiding you through crowded hallways now.
How he got quieter whenever another guy spoke to you too long at parties.
How his expression tightened almost imperceptibly whenever someone flirted with you.
Leehan hated himself for that part especially.
Because jealousy was ugly.
And yet every time another person looked at you too long, something territorial and irrational twisted painfully inside his chest.
“You’re staring again,” you said before thinking.
Leehan blinked. “What?”
“You do that lately.”
A faint flush crawled up the back of his neck almost instantly.
Soul’s eyes widened dramatically.
“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself. “Character development.”
Leehan kicked him under the table hard enough to nearly send him to the floor.
The café doors swung open before Soul could retaliate, Jungwon and Taesan stepping inside arguing about rehearsal schedules while Beomgyu trailed behind them carrying approximately seven snacks for no explainable reason.
“There they are,” Beomgyu announced immediately. “Campus’s married couple of the century.”
“We’re not married nor dating nor like each other,” you replied automatically.
Leehan nearly choked on his drink.
Because you saying that somehow felt significantly worse than everyone else saying it.
Leehan, meanwhile, looked entirely unbothered by the accusations. If anything, he seemed almost pleased, stretching lazily against the booth seat while nudging your foot beneath the table with his.
“You know,” Taesan said slowly, “I genuinely think you two would die if separated for over a week.”
That should’ve stayed a joke.
Really.
Taesan would later admit this was the exact moment he realized he’d accidentally altered the trajectory of multiple lives.
Because suddenly the atmosphere shifted.
Now it sounded like a challenge.
And unfortunately, both you and Leehan were deeply competitive people.
“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed immediately.
Across the booth, Leehan looked equally offended. “A week is easy.”
Soul burst out laughing so hard he nearly inhaled his straw.
“No,” Jungwon said carefully, already sensing disaster approaching, “you guys don’t understand. Taesan means completely.”
“Obviously,” Taesan replied. “No texting. No calls. No hanging out. No weird telepathic communication either.”
You crossed your arms. “Fine.”
Leehan looked at you immediately.
Something dangerous flickered behind his eyes.
“Fine?” he repeated softly.
“You heard me.”
A grin tugged slowly at the corner of his mouth then, sharp and challenging in a way that made your stomach tighten unfairly.
“Okay,” he said. “One week.”
Soul looked genuinely horrified.
“Oh,” he whispered. “This is gonna ruin lives.”
-----
The first day was easy.
Annoyingly easy, actually.
You were busy enough drowning in assignments and interview drafts that the silence barely registered beyond occasional instinctive moments where your hand reached for your phone automatically before you remembered.
No Leehan.
No weird late-night philosophical questions.
No random pictures of ducks he claimed to look like you.
No sleepy voice messages at two in the morning because he’d curated a new verse he “needed you to hear immediately.”
Across campus, meanwhile, Leehan was realizing something deeply unfortunate about himself.
Apparently, he had built his entire daily routine around you.
Not intentionally.
That was the humiliating part.
It was unconscious. Automatic. Pathetic, honestly.
By noon he’d already looked up from rehearsal twice expecting to see your texts waiting for him. By evening, he caught himself taking pictures of random things out of habit before remembering he technically wasn’t allowed to send them to you.
Soul watched this happen with mounting horror.
“You know,” he said eventually from the floor of the practice room, “normal people survive a week without their best friend.”
Leehan stared blankly out the window. “I am surviving.”
“You just sighed at a pigeon.”
“It looked lonely.”
“You're sick.”
Leehan ignored him.
Because unfortunately the pigeon did look lonely.
Like him.
Which was ridiculous.
Everything about this was ridiculous.
The second day became irritating.
You kept turning corners on campus expecting to see Leehan leaning against walls outside your classes like usual, headphones hanging around his neck while he pretended waiting there was coincidence despite doing it almost every afternoon.
Your body physically anticipated his presence now, and every time he wasn’t there the absence landed strangely hard.
Wonhee noticed immediately.
“You look miserable.”
“I’m fine.”
“You just sighed at an empty hallway.”
You shrugged defensively.
Across campus, Leehan had apparently become unbearable to be around.
soul 🦭
hes staring out practice room windows like a widowed sailor
You stared at the message in horror.
YOU ARE NOT HELPING
he asked if pigeons ever feel lonely like he does
soul i swear to god
Leehan found out Soul sent that text approximately four minutes later.
“You’re evil,” he muttered flatly.
Soul looked delighted. “No, you’re in love.”
Leehan nearly dropped his bass.
Because there it was again.
That word.
The one he kept trying very hard not to think about.
The problem was that once the thought existed, he couldn’t unknow it anymore.
And now every missing piece of his week pointed directly back to you.
Who was he supposed to text every stupid thought to now?
Who was supposed to edit his compositions while insulting his handwriting?
Who was supposed to sit cross-legged on his dorm floor at midnight stealing half his snacks while talking too passionately about journalism ethics?
The silence settled into him strangely.
Like he was homesick.
By day four, things became genuinely unbearable.
Not because you missed talking to him.
You missed everything else.
The unconscious parts.
The automatic parts.
Nobody else walked beside you at your pace naturally. Nobody else noticed when you were getting overwhelmed before you even spoke. Nobody else sent you articles or images at 2 a.m. with messages like this reminded me of u or instinctively handed you the inside of a sidewalk.
It felt stupid.
Embarrassingly stupid.
Especially because every single person around you looked increasingly entertained by your suffering.
“You know,” Jungwon said thoughtfully while walking you back from class, “normal best friends don’t unravel this quickly.”
“I’m not unraveling.”
“You just called your coffee emotionally empty.”
“It tasted lonely.”
“That sentence alone should concern you.”
-----
The worst part was that you kept accidentally seeing Leehan everywhere.
Not literally.
Just traces of him.
Jazz music drifting from open windows. Someone wearing his cologne in the library. The sound of laughter that almost sounded like his.
It felt like withdrawal.
And apparently he wasn’t doing much better.
By day six, Soul had started sending live updates.
soul 🦭
hes lying face down on the studio floor
he just said “she wouldve laughed at that”
i cant keep watching this happen
You buried your face into your desk with a groan.
Because the truth was—
you were doing the exact same thing.
Every funny thought instinctively rerouted toward him before slamming painfully into silence.
Every good moment felt incomplete without immediately telling him about it afterward.
You hated how much space he occupied inside your life.
Inside your head.
Meanwhile, Leehan had become deeply aware of how often he searched crowds for you automatically.
It happened constantly now.
Cafeterias. Hallways. Student lounges.
His eyes kept finding people who vaguely resembled you before disappointment settled in immediately afterward.
And worse—
he kept noticing other people noticing you.
Some guy from your journalism elective walked beside you after class one afternoon laughing at something you’d said, and the irrational jealousy that hit Leehan nearly made him physically recoil from himself.
Because why did it bother him so much?
Why did seeing someone else make you smile feel vaguely catastrophic?
Soul took one look at his expression and sighed dramatically.
“Oh, bro. You’re cooked.”
-----
Late on the seventh night, you found yourself standing outside the jazz building in oversized pajamas and a hoodie that technically belonged to him.
Just to return a charger.
That was your excuse anyway.
The building was mostly dark when you slipped inside, the distant echo of instruments carrying faintly through empty hallways. You recognized the sound of bass immediately, soft and absentminded and painfully familiar.
Leehan.
Your feet carried you toward the practice room before your brain could stop them.
The door stood slightly open.
And there he was.
Curled sideways on the floor with his bass resting loosely across his lap, sleeves tugged over his hands while dim yellow light spilled softly across his face. He looked exhausted in that devastating way musicians always did after hours of rehearsal—eyes sleepy, hair messy, posture loose with fatigue.
For one long second, neither of you moved.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
“You cheated,” he said quietly.
The relief in his voice ruined you instantly.
“Soul said you were missing me.”
“He betrayed me.”
You laughed softly before you could stop yourself.
And God—
the look on Leehan’s face afterward nearly destroyed you.
Because he looked relieved.
Actually relieved.
Like hearing your laugh again physically eased something inside him.
Like maybe the entire week had been hurting him more than he wanted to admit.
The room fell quiet.
Too quiet.
You became suddenly aware of everything all at once: the late hour, the empty building, the rain tapping softly against the windows, the fact that you were wearing his hoodie.
Leehan noticed too.
His gaze lingered briefly at the sleeves swallowing your hands before dragging slowly back upward toward your face.
Something unreadable flickered across his expression.
Something dangerously soft.
“You really came here just because of a charger?” he asked eventually.
“No.”
The honesty slipped out before you could stop it.
Leehan’s breath caught almost imperceptibly.
Outside, rain blurred the city lights into gold smears against the windows while silence stretched softly between you.
“I missed you,” he admitted quietly.
Your chest tightened immediately.
Because Leehan didn’t say things like that carelessly.
And worse—
he sounded frustrated by it.
Like he’d spent the entire week trying unsuccessfully to convince himself otherwise.
“We were only apart for a few days,” you whispered.
“I know.”
But that was exactly the problem.
Because if only a few days without you felt this unbearable, Leehan wasn’t entirely sure what that meant about him anymore.
Something warm and aching settled painfully inside your chest.
Leehan set his bass aside slowly, eyes never leaving yours.
Then, almost helplessly:
“Everything felt weird without you.”
The air between you shifted.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to become dangerous.
Enough that your pulse started climbing.
Enough that suddenly neither of you seemed entirely sure how close you were standing now.
Leehan looked at your mouth briefly.
Then away.
Then back again.
And for the first time in years, your best friend looked genuinely nervous around you.
The thing about panic was that it often disguised itself as self-control.
Which was exactly how both of you ended up stepping backward at the exact same time.
Leehan looked away first.
You hated that you noticed.
The practice room suddenly felt too small, too warm, too aware of the fact that his hoodie hung off your shoulders and your pulse was loud enough to hear over the rain outside.
Everything felt precariously close to changing.
And neither of you seemed ready for that yet.
Leehan cleared his throat softly before dragging a hand through his hair, visibly trying to recover whatever composure he’d lost in the last thirty seconds.
“We should probably,” he started.
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
Silence.
Neither of you moved.
Then he laughed quietly under his breath, almost disbelieving. “This is stupid.”
“A little.”
“You came all the way here just because you missed me?”
"Possibly."
The smile that pulled at your mouth made something in his expression soften instantly before he caught himself.
Dangerous.
Everything about this felt dangerous now.
Leehan stood slowly from the floor, towering slightly over you in the dim practice room light. Up close, he looked unfairly pretty in a way that made your chest ache—dark circles beneath sleepy eyes, messy hair falling over his forehead, sleeves tugged low over his hands.
You became painfully aware of how close he was standing.
How easy it would be to lean forward.
How badly you suddenly wanted to.
“You know,” he murmured carefully, “we technically already lost the bet.”
“We’re not counting this.”
His gaze flicked toward you immediately. “We’re not?”
“No one saw us.”
A beat passed.
Then something shifted in his expression.
Subtle.
But unmistakable.
Relief.
Like he’d wanted you to say that.
Like some selfish part of him didn’t want this to end yet.
The realization settled heavily into your stomach.
You should leave, probably.
Instead, you stayed another hour.
Just talking.
Like nothing had changed.
And maybe that was the worst part.
Because now every tiny thing felt charged with awareness.
The way his knee brushed yours while sitting on the practice room floor.
The way his eyes stayed on your face too long whenever you laughed.
The quiet softness in his voice every time he said your name.
Leehan looked at you now like he was constantly trying not to.
When you finally slipped back to your dorm sometime after midnight, your chest ached in a way that felt suspiciously close to longing.
The week officially ended the next morning.
And somehow… neither of you acknowledged it.
Nobody brought it up at first.
Not you.
Not Leehan.
Not even your friends.
It simply became understood somehow that the challenge was still happening.
Except now the silence wasn’t real.
It became secretive instead.
Private.
A hidden thing existing underneath everyone else’s awareness.
You still didn’t text publicly in group chats anymore. You didn’t sit together during lunch. Leehan stopped waiting outside your classes.
To everyone else, it looked like the challenge continued.
In reality, you were sneaking around with each other like idiots.
It started small.
Late-night walks after everyone else slept.
Running into him “accidentally” near the music building at impossible hours.
Five-minute conversations turning into entire evenings spent hidden inside empty practice rooms while rain tapped softly against windows.
The secrecy made everything worse.
Or better.
Again, depending on perspective.
Because now every interaction felt charged.
Every touch lingered too long.
Every glance stretched thin with things neither of you fully said aloud.
And Leehan—
God.
Leehan had become unbearable.
Not intentionally.
That was the issue.
He’d always been physically affectionate with you, but now every casual gesture felt sharpened by awareness. His hand against your waist while squeezing past you in narrow hallways. Fingers brushing yours absentmindedly before lingering a second too long. The way he leaned close while speaking late at night, voice quieter than necessary.
Like he was constantly forgetting he wasn’t supposed to want you this much.
And the worst part?
Leehan knew exactly what was happening to him now.
There was no pretending anymore.
No more lying to himself about this being normal friendship attachment.
Because friends did not think about kissing each other this often.
Friends did not stare at each other’s mouths mid-conversation.
Friends definitely did not spend entire rehearsals distracted by memories of oversized hoodies and sleepy late-night smiles.
Soul had unfortunately figured this out immediately.
“You’re smiling at your phone again,” he said one evening from the opposite couch.
Leehan looked down instinctively before realizing in horror that he actually was.
“I’m not.”
“You literally are.”
“It’s not—”
“It is though. You're 100% texting her. I figured you couldn't last.”
Leehan threw a pillow directly at his face.
Unfortunately, Soul wasn’t wrong.
Because somehow, despite the fact that you technically weren’t speaking publicly anymore, Leehan felt more aware of you than ever before.
Every glimpse of you across campus felt electric now.
Every accidental brush of your hand sent warmth rushing embarrassingly fast through his chest.
And jealousy—
God.
Jealousy had become a genuine issue.
He tried not to let it show.
Really.
But every time someone seemed to be flirting with you, something ugly and irrational twisted painfully beneath his ribs.
One night, while waiting outside the journalism building for your “accidental” meetup, he watched some guy walk you down the stairs laughing at something you’d said.
The jealousy hit so fast it genuinely startled him.
Not because the guy touched your arm briefly while talking.
Not because you smiled politely.
But because for one irrational second, Leehan imagined someone else becoming this important to you.
Someone else getting your late-night thoughts.
Someone else learning all your tiny habits.
The idea made his chest tighten unpleasantly.
“You look homicidal,” Soul informed him helpfully from beside him.
Leehan blinked. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Soul stared at him flatly. “Bro, you are down catastrophic.”
And maybe he was.
Because later that same night, when you finally reached him beneath the glow of campus streetlights, Leehan’s irritation dissolved instantly the second you smiled at him.
Just gone.
Like you existed specifically to ruin his emotional stability.
“You waited long?” you asked softly.
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“A little.”
You laughed quietly, and there it was again.
That awful warmth in his chest.
Leehan looked at you then—really looked—and suddenly became overwhelmingly aware of how pretty you were tonight.
How pretty you always were.
It hit him at random sometimes.
Mid-conversation. Mid-laugh. Mid-sentence.
Like his brain kept pausing just to remind him:
oh. you’re in love with her.
And apparently the realization was only getting worse.
-----
One night nearly ruined both of you completely.
You’d met Leehan behind the arts building after finishing a late interview assignment, exhausted and freezing beneath the glow of campus streetlights. Your camera bag hung heavily from your shoulder, fingers stiff from the cold while wind bit sharply through the sleeves of your sweater.
Leehan frowned the second he saw you.
“You didn’t bring a coat?”
“I thought it’d be warmer.”
“You say that every single time.”
“You say that like I ever learn from consequences.”
His mouth twitched faintly despite himself.
Even now, after weeks of this strange secret tension, you could still make him laugh embarrassingly easily.
Before you could say anything else, Leehan stepped closer and tugged open his oversized jacket.
“Come here.”
Your brain short-circuited instantly.
“What?”
“You’re cold.”
“You can just give me the jacket.”
“This is faster.”
“You’re insane.”
“I think so too.”
But he was already pulling you gently toward him before you could protest further.
And suddenly—
warmth.
Your body pressed against his beneath the oversized coat, his arms wrapping loosely around you while cold air disappeared completely. The scent of him surrounded you instantly: laundry detergent, coffee, the faint trace of cologne lingering against his hoodie.
Your heartbeat became unmanageable.
Leehan went strangely still too.
Like maybe he’d only realized the position after pulling you into it.
“Oh,” he said softly.
Neither of you moved away.
Campus lights blurred softly around you while distant traffic hummed beyond the streets, but the only thing you could focus on was the slow rise and fall of his chest against yours.
How close his mouth was.
How his fingers flexed once lightly against your waist before settling there more firmly.
Leehan’s brain had stopped functioning approximately thirty seconds ago.
Because this—
this was bad.
Not bad in the sense that he disliked it.
Quite literally the opposite.
That was the issue.
You fit against him too naturally.
Like you’d always belonged there.
And now that he knew what it felt like to hold you this close, he genuinely wasn’t sure how he was supposed to go back afterward.
“You’re warm,” he murmured eventually.
“So are you.”
Your voice came out quieter than intended.
Leehan looked down at you then.
Really looked.
And suddenly the atmosphere shifted again.
That awful, dangerous tension from the practice room returned instantly, thicker now after weeks of secret meetings and lingering touches and unspoken feelings.
His eyes dropped briefly toward your mouth.
Your breath caught.
“Leehan,” you whispered.
He exhaled shakily.
“Yeah?”
But he didn’t move away.
If anything, he leaned closer.
Just slightly.
Enough that your noses almost brushed.
Your hands instinctively caught against the front of his hoodie without thinking, and the tiny movement seemed to snap something inside him completely.
Because the next thing you knew, Leehan kissed you like he’d been trying not to for months.
Soft at first.
Tentative.
Like he was still giving you time to change your mind.
Then suddenly devastating.
His hand slid firmly against your waist while yours tangled instinctively into his hoodie, and the sound he made against your mouth was small and wrecked enough to make your knees weaken immediately.
Oh.
Oh, this was bad.
Because the second Leehan kissed you even harder, years of restraint collapsed all at once.
He kissed like someone starved.
Not rushed.
Not careless.
Just overwhelmingly wanting.
Like every feeling he’d buried quietly beneath years of friendship had finally found somewhere to go.
“Oh my god,” he breathed shakily against your lips like he was genuinely suffering.
You laughed softly before kissing him again.
And again.
All in a few minutes your best friend was kissing you beneath campus streetlights at midnight with both hands gripping your waist like he physically couldn’t stop touching you now that he’d started.
He had imagined kissing you before.
Unfortunately, many times.
Usually during moments he absolutely shouldn’t have.
Watching you laugh across tables. Falling asleep beside him during movie nights. Looking up at him with sleepy eyes at three in the morning while stealing his hoodies like they already belonged to you.
But reality was significantly worse.
Because now he understood why he could never seem to keep emotional distance from you.
Every soft thing he’d spent years suppressing came rushing back twice as hard.
And when you pulled him closer by the front of his hoodie, he genuinely thought his heart might stop.
A few longing seconds later, the kiss finally broke only because both of you needed air.
Leehan rested his forehead against yours immediately afterward, breathing unevenly while his hands stayed fixed against your waist like he didn’t trust himself to let go.
Neither of you spoke for several seconds.
Mostly because speaking felt impossible.
Then quietly:
“So,” you whispered.
“Yeah.” he replied breathlessly.
“We definitely lost the bet.”
That made him laugh against your forehead.
A real laugh this time.
Warm and helpless and completely ruined.
“Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I think we did.”
But neither of you sounded particularly upset about it anymore.
-----
The problem with finally kissing your best friend after years of unresolved tension was that it became incredibly difficult to stop.
Especially when said best friend had apparently spent months restraining himself from doing exactly that.
After the first kiss outside the arts building, things spiraled almost immediately.
Not publicly.
Never publicly.
That was part of the thrill now.
To everyone else, the challenge still existed. You and Leehan still pretended to be giving each other space, which would’ve been completely believable if Soul hadn’t started narrowing his eyes at both of you every five minutes like a conspiracy theorist connecting red strings on a wall.
Because despite the supposed distance, Leehan somehow kept appearing around you constantly.
He’d slip into your dorm room after midnight carrying convenience store snacks and exhaustion under his eyes. You’d end up tangled together on his couch inside the jazz apartment while Soul loudly complained from the other room that your “sexual tension was ruining the energy of the household.”
Nothing technically happened at first.
At least, nothing beyond kissing.
A lot of kissing.
An unreasonable amount, honestly.
It felt like years of suppressed affection had finally found somewhere to go.
Leehan kissed the way he did everything else: quietly, carefully, and with far more feeling than he knew how to verbalize. Slow at first, almost hesitant, like some part of him still couldn’t believe you were letting him do this at all. But the longer it lasted, the more he unraveled beneath it.
And God, he was clingy.
Embarrassingly clingy.
The worst part was how easily you melted every time he touched you now.
Every brush of his hands against your waist. Every sleepy forehead kiss when you stayed too late. Every moment he absentmindedly tucked you against his side like your body belonged there naturally.
Which, increasingly, it did.
Leehan had always touched you casually.
That wasn’t new.
What was new was the awareness underneath it now.
The deliberate softness.
The way his hands lingered like he was memorizing you.
Sometimes he’d pause mid-conversation just to stare at you quietly for a second too long before catching himself.
Like he still couldn’t fully process the fact that this was real.
That he could kiss you now whenever he wanted.
That you kissed him back every time.
“You know what your issue is?” Wonhee asked one evening while watching you fail miserably to hide your smile at a text notification.
You immediately locked your phone. “What?”
“You look recently kissed.”
You choked.
Across the library table, Jungwon slowly lowered his coffee.
“Oh my god,” he whispered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You literally walked into a bookshelf yesterday because Leehan texted you.”
“That could happen to anyone.”
“It absolutely could not.”
Unfortunately, your friendgroup had begun noticing things.
Small things at first.
The way Leehan stared at you too long when he thought nobody noticed. How your supposed “distance challenge” somehow resulted in both of you disappearing at the same times constantly. The fact that Leehan had started acting subtly insane whenever other guys approached you.
The jealousy issue, unfortunately, was getting worse.
Leehan tried to hide it.
Really.
But now that he’d kissed you, now that he knew what it felt like to have you melting into him beneath streetlights with your hands tangled in his hoodie—
every other guy suddenly felt intolerable.
One afternoon he found himself sitting through an entire jazz theory lecture distracted because some journalism student had commented “cute article” beneath your recent post online.
Soul nearly lost consciousness watching him spiral.
“You are aware,” he said slowly, “that she is not your wife nor your girlfriend.”
Leehan looked offended. “I know that.”
“You been majorly concerned about an anonymous comment in her comment section.”
“He used three exclamation marks.”
Soul stared at him for a long moment in confusion and disgust.
Leehan chose to ignore him and continued stalking the account.
-----
Later that night, you climbed into his dorm window after curfew because Soul had locked the front door “for his own sanity,” Leehan kissed you before you could even fully get inside.
“You’re insane,” you laughed breathlessly against his mouth.
“He commented under your article.”
You blink and break the kiss. “Who?”
“The journalism guy.”
“…You mean Jihoon?”
Leehan looked deeply irritated just hearing his name.
The realization hit you instantly.
“Oh my god,” you whispered in delight. “Are you jealous?”
“No.” The expression on his face making it quite obvious he's lying.
“You literally kissed me hello out of spite.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re holding my waist somewhat aggressively.”
His expression flattened.
“…Maybe a little.”
You laughed hard enough that he had to bury his face into your shoulder to hide the embarrassed smile threatening to appear.
It ruined him instantly.
That was another problem now.
You found his jealousy cute.
Which absolutely did not help the situation.
“Leehan,” you murmured eventually, fingers brushing softly through his messy hair while he stayed tucked against your shoulder. “You know I like you, right?”
The words made him go very still.
Not dramatic.
Not sudden.
Just still in that careful way he always became whenever emotions overwhelmed him too quickly.
Then quietly:
“I know.”
But he sounded like he still couldn’t quite believe it.
Your chest ached immediately.
Because beneath all the teasing and clinginess and jealousy, Leehan still carried this strange uncertainty around you sometimes. Like a part of him genuinely couldn’t understand how someone as bright and overwhelming as you could possibly want him back in the same consuming way.
You tilted his face upward gently.
“Hey.”
His eyes lifted toward yours slowly.
“You know I’m sort of obsessed with you, right?”
That finally broke him.
You physically watched it happen.
The flush spreading across his cheeks. The way his grip tightened instinctively at your waist. The tiny, helpless smile he tried unsuccessfully to hide.
“You can’t just say things like that casually,” he muttered weakly.
“Why?”
“Because then I start having heart problems.”
You laughed softly before kissing him again.
And Leehan kissed you back like he’d waited his entire life to do it openly.
Slow and warm and devastatingly affectionate.
Like every kiss still meant something enormous to him.
Which somehow made it worse when things finally started escalating beyond that.
Because it happened gradually.
Accidentally.
The first time his hands slipped beneath your hoodie, lingering along your bra, but he immediately pulled away looking genuinely startled by himself.
“Sorry.”
“You’re apologizing?”
“I don’t know. You make me nervous.”
“You’ve known me since we were eight.”
“Exactly.”
That answer alone nearly killed you.
And after that, things became harder to stop.
Kissing turned heavier.
Longer.
His hands became more confident every time he touched you, though he still handled you with that same unbearable softness that made your chest ache constantly.
Even half-dazed against his sheets with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, he still looked at you carefully.
Still checked your reactions.
Still treated you like something precious.
The first time you ended up half underneath him on his bed sometime after midnight, Leehan paused midway through kissing you just to stare down at you quietly.
“What?” you whispered breathlessly.
His expression softened almost painfully.
“I really like you.”
The sincerity in his voice hit harder than anything else had all night.
Not because it was dramatic.
But because it wasn’t.
Leehan said it simply.
Like it was the truest thing he knew.
This was your best friend looking at you like he’d loved you quietly for years and only just realized it himself.
After that, things changed again.
Not publicly.
Not officially.
But in all the ways that actually mattered.
Leehan started sleeping over more often, though “sleeping” was a generous term considering the two of you usually ended up talking until four in the morning tangled together beneath blankets while the city lights glowed faintly through your dorm window.
Sometimes he’d lie across your bed lazily plucking at an unplugged bass while you finished assignments beside him, one socked foot hooked around your ankle like he needed physical confirmation you were still there.
Other nights he’d show up looking exhausted from rehearsals and simply collapse face-first into your lap without explanation.
“You good?” you’d ask softly, fingers instinctively combing through his hair.
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“You smell nice.”
“That did not answer my question.”
“Mhm.”
He’d always been clingy with you.
Now he was catastrophic about it.
Not in an overwhelming way.
Just quietly constant.
His hands finding you automatically. His head dropping onto your shoulder during group study sessions. The way he unconsciously tracked your location in every room like gravity physically pulled him toward you.
And once you noticed it, you couldn’t stop noticing.
Neither could your friends.
“This is disgusting,” Beomgyu announced one afternoon while watching Leehan absentmindedly play with the rings on your fingers during lunch.
Neither of you even realized you were doing it until everyone stared.
“What?” you asked.
“You’re quite literally doing couple background character activities.” Jungwon said flatly.
Leehan blinked down at your intertwined hands like he’d only just become aware of them.
Then, instead of letting go, his fingers tightened slightly around yours.
Soul made a strangled noise.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. “He’s done it again.”
Leehan ignored him completely, eyes still fixed lazily on your hand in his like he found the sight quietly fascinating.
Your chest ached instantly.
Because sometimes the softest moments affected you the most.
Not the heated kisses.
Not the tension.
Just this.
Leehan touching you absentmindedly like it was the most natural thing in the world.
As though somewhere deep inside himself, he’d already decided you belonged there.
The problem was that the longer this continued, the harder it became to pretend it wasn’t serious.
Especially for Leehan.
Because somewhere between late-night kisses and secret meetups and falling asleep with your head on his chest, he’d crossed into terrifyingly territorial.
He didn’t just want you.
He wanted everything.
Your attention.
Your time.
Your laughter.
Every stupid little thought that crossed your mind at inconvenient hours.
And the realization hit hardest whenever other people tried taking your attention away from him.
One evening, your journalism department hosted a networking event downtown, which Leehan had initially planned to survive peacefully.
Then he watched some senior editor spend twenty uninterrupted minutes flirting with you beside the drinks table.
Peacefully was no longer an option.
“You look murderous,” Taesan informed him casually.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve been glaring at that guy for six straight minutes.”
“He keeps touching her arm.”
Taesan looked delighted. “Oh, i see.”
Leehan hated that everyone found his suffering entertaining.
Because logically, he knew you could handle yourself.
Logically, he knew you liked him.
But jealousy wasn’t logical.
Jealousy was watching someone else make you laugh and suddenly feeling weirdly territorial in ways that deeply embarrassed him.
The worst part was that you noticed immediately.
Of course you did.
You always noticed him.
By the time the event ended, Leehan had gone strangely quiet beside you during the walk back to campus, hands shoved into his pockets while cold wind swept through the empty streets.
You glanced sideways at him carefully.
“You’re brooding.”
“I’m not brooding.”
“You're literally sighing between steps.”
“That’s just breathing.”
“Were you jealous?”
That made his ears turn pink instantly.
“No, I wasn't.”
“You absolutely were.”
Leehan groaned softly before dragging a hand down his face. “Can you not say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s cute.”
You smiled.
Unfortunately, that only made him more flustered.
“Oh my god,” he muttered. “You’re enjoying this.”
“A little.”
“You’re evil.”
“Maybe.”
Leehan looked over at you then, visibly trying not to smile despite himself.
And there it was again.
That awful softness.
The kind that only ever existed around you.
“You know,” he murmured eventually, quieter now, “I don’t actually like sharing you very much.”
The honesty startled both of you.
His expression shifted immediately afterward, like he regretted admitting it out loud.
But your chest only tightened painfully.
Because there was something devastating about the way Leehan loved.
Quietly.
Possessively in the gentlest way possible.
Like he’d spent years trying not to need you this much and failed catastrophically.
You stepped closer instinctively beneath the streetlight glow.
“You don’t have to,” you whispered.
His breath caught slightly.
“Don’t have to what?”
“Pretend you don’t want me all to yourself sometimes.”
Silence.
Leehan stared at you for one long second like you’d physically reached into his chest and exposed every hidden thing there.
He laughed quietly under his breath, embarrassed and fond all at once.
Then he kissed you right there in the middle of the sidewalk.
Slowly.
Like he had nowhere else to be.
Like he was trying to pour every unspoken feeling into it instead.
And somewhere between the cold night air and his hands cradling your face gently and the way he kissed you like something precious—
you realized this was probably past the point of no return now.
The kiss lingered longer than either of you intended.
Or maybe exactly as long as both of you wanted.
Leehan’s hands stayed warm against your face even after he pulled back slightly, thumbs brushing softly across your cheeks while his forehead rested briefly against yours. The city around you felt strangely blurred at the edges now—streetlights glowing gold against damp pavement, distant traffic humming somewhere beyond campus, cold air curling around the warmth of his body standing so close to yours.
He looked unfairly soft like this.
Sleepy-eyed and flushed from kissing you, dark hair messy from your hands.
Your chest ached.
“You know,” you murmured quietly, “you’re not the only one that’s been insane lately.”
Leehan blinked once. “What does that mean?”
Instead of answering immediately, you leaned forward just enough to bump your forehead lightly against his again.
“I’ve been jealous too.”
That clearly wasn’t what he expected.
His expression shifted instantly into startled confusion.
“You?”
“Yes, me.”
“Of who?”
You stared at him flatly. “Leehan.”
“What?”
“You think I enjoy watching girls flirt with you after performances?” you muttered. “Or hearing people in your department talk about how pretty you are all the time?”
A slow flush started creeping across his cheeks.
“That happens?”
You looked genuinely offended. “Are you serious?”
Leehan, unfortunately, was serious.
He remained strangely oblivious whenever affection pointed toward him directly. Especially romantic attention. Especially from anyone that wasn’t you.
You crossed your arms dramatically. “There’s literally a vocalist in your ensemble that stares at you like you hung the moon.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”
“The tall one.”
“That describes half the department.”
“The one with the bangs.”
“…That still describes half the department.”
You groaned in frustration while Leehan laughed softly beneath his breath.
Then his expression softened again almost immediately afterward.
“You were jealous?” he asked quietly.
You looked away first this time.
“A little.” More like a lot.
The smile that spread slowly across his face was devastating.
Not smug.
Worse.
Fond.
Like the idea affected him far more deeply than he knew how to explain.
“You’re cute,” he murmured.
“Don’t annoy me right now.”
“But you wanting me all to yourself is kinda adorable.”
Your eyes narrowed instantly. “I take it back.”
Leehan laughed properly this time, warm and breathless and bright enough to make your stomach flip painfully.
Then, before you could complain further, he stepped closer again until your coats brushed together beneath the streetlights.
“You know what the difference is, though?” he said softly.
“What?”
“I actually tell people to go away.”
Your heart stuttered immediately.
Because the thing about Leehan was that he said devastating things so casually sometimes.
Like he didn’t even realize their weight.
You stared up at him while cold wind swept softly down the sidewalk.
“What does that mean?” you asked quietly.
Leehan looked at you for a long moment before answering.
“It means,” he murmured carefully, “I think I decided a long time ago that nobody else was really gonna matter like you do.”
The words settled heavily between you.
Honest.
Simple.
Terrifyingly sincere.
And suddenly all your teasing dissolved completely.
Because there he was again—
your best friend.
The boy who carried your bags without asking.
Who memorized your coffee order years ago.
Who waited outside lectures pretending coincidence.
Who looked at you now like loving you had become something inevitable.
Your chest tightened almost painfully.
“Leehan,” you whispered.
Immediately, his entire expression softened at the sound of your voice.
You stepped closer until there was barely any space left between you.
Then quietly, almost embarrassed by how true it was:
“I want you all to myself as well.”
Something in Leehan’s face broke open softly after that.
Not dramatically.
Just enough for you to see how deeply the confession affected him.
His hands slid instinctively toward your waist again, pulling you closer with a quiet exhale like he physically couldn’t help himself anymore.
“You already kinda have me,” he admitted against your hair.
The tenderness of it nearly ruined you.
Because he sounded so certain.
So completely yours already.
And maybe he had been for longer than either of you realized.
The streetlight hums softly above you.
For a moment, neither of you moves—like the world is waiting to see if you’ll take it back.
Then your phone buzzes.
Once.
Twice.
A third time, immediately after.
You both look down at the exact same time.
group chat :
beomgyu 🧸
??????
beomgyu 🧸
WHY IS SOUL SENDING PICTURES OF YOU TWO OUTSIDE THE ARTS BUILDING LOOKING LIKE THAT
soul 🦭
i am simply documenting historical events
jungwon 🐈
…are you guys together
taesan 🐈⬛
no way they’re actually—
wonhee 🐹
LOL i knew it
You stare at the screen.
Leehan reads over your shoulder.
Neither of you speaks.
Then another message pops up.
jungwon 🐈
AWWWW LOOK AT HOW HES HOLDING HER
ITS ABT DAMN TIME!
Leehan exhales slowly through his nose.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “We should probably go.”
“You think?”
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By the time you get back to campus, it’s already too late to undo anything.
The group is waiting.
Beomgyu is pacing like he’s been personally betrayed by the concept of romance. Taesan looks mildly entertained. Wonhee is leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed like she’s been waiting for confirmation of something obvious for two years. Jungwon just looks relieved in the way of someone whose longest running theory has finally been validated and Soul is just smirking because he's pretty much known all along.
He points immediately when he sees you and Leehan walk towars the group holding hands.
“No,” he says.
Leehan sighs.
“Yes,” you both say at the same time.
Soul makes a strangled sound.
“I need everyone to understand I survived the emotional trenches for this information. I was genuinely on the brink of insanity.”
“You completely exposed me,” Leehan replies.
“I was documenting history.”
“You were instigating it.”
“Okay,” he says slowly. “You're not completely wrong."
Jungwon blinks at you both.
“For the record,” he says simply. “This has been obvious since first year.”
Beomgyu turns slowly.
“Since FIRST YEAR?” He recently transferred, so he wouldn't know. He wishes he was there to see it though.
Jungwon shrugs. “They share far more than just oxygen. What did you think was happening?”
Wonhee pushes off of the wall she was leaning on.
“Finally,” she says.
You groan. “Don’t say it like that.”
“I’ve been emotionally inconvenienced by your almost-relationship for years.”
Leehan glances at you.
“I think we’ve emotionally inconvenienced everyone,” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” you agree. “A little.”
Soul raises a hand weakly.
“I would like to formally state I feel betrayed by both of you for putting me on the brink of insanity between your somewhat situationship.”
“You’re literally the one who escalated it,” you say.
“I was SUPPORTIVE.”
“You were chaotic,” Leehan says.
“I was ARTISTIC.”
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It should feel overwhelming.
But it doesn’t.
Not really.
Because Leehan is standing right beside you the entire time, hand brushing yours every so often like he’s still checking if you’re real in public.
And every time he does it, he looks slightly calmer.
Like he’s been holding his breath for years and just finally remembered he doesn’t have to anymore.
At some point, Beomgyu points between you again.
“Okay but I need clarification,” he says. “When did this happen?”
Leehan goes quiet.
That’s new.
You glance at him.
He’s looking down at his hands like the answer is there.
Then, softly:
“Technically, since I was like twelve.”
The group goes still, shocked but also not.
They all subconsciously knew this would be the case.
Leehan exhales, a little embarrassed now, but not stopping.
“I don’t think I knew what it meant then,” he admits. “I just… remember thinking she laughed like she was going to stay in my life forever.”
His fingers curl slightly around yours.
“So I guess I decided that was enough.”
He’s not performing it.
Just saying it like it’s something that’s always been true.
And in that moment you realize, the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with was in front of you all along.
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