⌖ summary: you tried to set geonwoo up with your friend only to fall in love with him yourself instead
⌖ collaboration: The Wrong Match by @arafilez
From the very first moment you laid eyes on Kim Geonwoo on campus, you started mentally shipping him with your friend. He had that vibe that all her previous crushes had. Your friend said that you were ridiculous. You found yourself mentally creating a scenario in your head where the two of them would meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Despite your friend's skepticism, you went ahead and befriended Kim Geonwoo, determined to set him up with her. You were convinced that they were perfect for each other, and you couldn't wait to see the look on your friend's face when they finally got together.
"Just wait," You said with a mischievous grin when she scoffed about the idea.
But what you didn’t see coming was that, in your endless campaign to promote Kim Geonwoo to your friend, you would be the one caught off guard, developing a crush on him yourself. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your feelings changed, but it might have been the first time he showed his responsible and reliable side while taking the lead in the group project, or perhaps during the playful exchange you had while he rolled his eyes at your doodles in class before showing you some of doodles of his own on his notebook. Most of them were weird-looking, but you found them really cute.
Whatever the case, your heart started to race every time he was near. You found your thoughts and daydreams slowly being taken over by him.
You still couldn't shake off the fact that you had been mentally shipping him with your friend, who didn't even seem to feel very strongly about him in that way. So you found yourself avoiding him, hoping that the feelings would magically disappear.
So when you found yourself backed into a corner of the classroom one week later, with Kim Geonwoo standing in front of you, blocking any escape route, you didn't know what to do.
You nervously laughed in an attempt to lighten the situation, but as you tried to sidestep him, he easily blocked your path.
"I can count the times you've looked at me this week on one hand. It's almost like you're avoiding me,” He folded his arms across his chest as his eyes narrowed at your demeanor.
“What do you mean? Why would I be avoiding you?”, You laughed awkwardly before trying to escape again.
He rolled his eyes at your awkward laugh, clearly unconvinced. As you tried to dash past him, he easily stepped in front of you again, this time placing his hand on the wall to trap you.
“What are you doing?”, You felt your breath hitching at the sudden proximity as your heart started to race.
He stepped closer until there was barely any space between you and him, sending flutters through your stomach. He didn't look very pleased with your decision to avoid him like the plague.
"Are you blind or something?”, He asked, making you blink in confusion.
You had never seen Geonwoo this pissed at you, and you would be lying if you said that you secretly didn't find it hot.
"Blind? I mean, my eyesight is pretty bad," You stammered nervously, making him scoff at your answer in disbelief.
"Yeah, your eyesight must be pretty terrible," He retorted, "Because you're clearly not seeing what's right in front of you.”
"But lucky for you, I am not blind and I can see the reason why you have been avoiding me," He said bitterly, secretly enjoying your nervous demeanour around him.
"You think I haven't noticed how you've been playing matchmaker, trying to set me up with your friend?", He chuckled with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"But then something happened, and suddenly it wasn't just about your friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, you started falling for me, too,” Your face burned redder than a strawberry, shocked that he actually found out.
Of course, he found out. Kim Geonwoo is observant and sharp as heck.
He waited for you to deny it, a part of him expecting you to do just that, to laugh it off and say it was all in his head. But the way you froze, your eyes widened, told him everything he needed to know.
“It doesn't matter. She would look better with you,” You sighed, avoiding eye contact with him as he rolled his eyes at your words.
"You think she would look better with me? After all the time you spent trying to push us together? We don't even have anything in common," He scoffed bitterly at your audacity. "I don’t want her. I never did. I want you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his words, your mind racing with the implications of what he just said. You tried to maintain your composure, but you couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest.
"You really are something else. Give me one good reason why I should choose her over you?", He said flatly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"You're her type?", You answered sheepishly, making him sigh in disbelief.
"Her type?", He repeated, as if he was making sure he heard you correctly, “So tell me, why did she start dating Xinlong all of a sudden if I am her type?”
She is dating Xinlong?
Your eyes widened in realization as you processed his words, the puzzle pieces suddenly clicking into place.
All this time, you had been so focused on trying to push her and Geonwoo together that you hadn’t even noticed your friend was already with someone else. And worse? You had completely overlooked how obvious it was. He never wanted her. He wanted you.
"So are you going to make a move like your friend did or not?", He had been mid-sentence and about to make another sarcastic remark, when your lips suddenly slammed against his soft and pillowy lips after you yanked him closer towards you by the collar of his shirt.
He froze in surprise for a few seconds before his lips started moving against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, trapping you between the wall and himself.
When you finally pulled back for air, he was panting slightly with a stunned look on his face. He clearly didn't expect you to do that.
“That was some way to make a move,” He breathed out, chuckling softly at the way you stared at the ground in embarrassment as if you didn't pull that bold move on him a few minutes ago.
His hands were still gripping your waist firmly, keeping you flushed against him, and with his lips just inches away from yours, you found it a little hard to concentrate. He smiled with amusement as your lips slightly parted in anticipation.
"Oh? So you get to be bold like that and then act all shy after avoiding me?", He teased as he leaned in again.
He didn’t give you a chance to respond, capturing your lips in another kiss as he pushed you back against the wall. His tongue swiped across your lower lip, demanding entry which you quickly gave in to, letting him explore your warm mouth.
When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily. He let out a small chuckle, tracing his finger against your swollen lips as he took in your flushed face.
"You look so cute like this,” He murmured teasingly, earning him a small playful smack on the arm.
“Shut up,” You smiled softly as he rubbed the spot on his arm with a grin.
"So are you finally going to start shipping me with yourself now?", He was about to lean in for another kiss when a scream made you two break apart from each other.
You two looked over to the doorway to see Xinlong and your friend standing there with amused looks, making you hide your face in embarrassment.
“I like Geonwoo for you, she said. I knew he was your type from far away, she said,” Your friend teased.
“Shut up, I have bad eyesight,” You mumbled as all three of them chuckled.
can u pls write about domestic ald1??? any member is fine
COTTON CANDY SWEATER
geonwoo x reader. 337 words. fluff. not proofread.
GEONWOO's eyes furrowed as he stayed focused on carefully on dropping the right amount of cookie dough that he had just made onto the tray. in his horizontal striped, cotton candy coloured sweater, with an apron around his body, he gently put down the mixing bowl and sighed contently while looking at rows of perfectly placed cookie dough.
you were seated at the dining table across the kitchen, tapping away on your keyboard as you worked on your design. architecture was drawing the life out of you while this boy, whose back faced you, kept filling it back in. the clicking of your mouse and the tapping of the keys kept him at peace knowing you were there with him.
he turned around with his hands on his hips as the oven beeped start. his expression softened and the tips of his lips levitated with the softest curve as soon as his gaze landed on you. he rests his elbows on the kitchenette and stares at you with utter adoration pooling in his eyes. his eyes follow your actions, your furrowing eyebrows when something doesn't work right on your software, the little tug of your lips towards the left when you've fixed an error. he sees everything and he loves all of it.
you notice the silence and pry your eyes from your laptop screen, looking at geonwoo. you already find him looking at you and your mouth grows into a wide, flustered smile.
soft giggles exit his mouth followed by yours, as you get up from your place and walk to him. he's confused at first. you stop right in front of him, extend your hand to his nose to wipe off the flour perched on his skin. his eyes enlarge a little, realization hitting him.
you giggle and place a kiss to his right cheek. "you're so cute." he scoffs and responds, "im a grown man."
you place a kiss to his left cheek. "yeah with a cotton candy sweater and flour on your nose."
⠀• &500 barista!sangwon x regular f!r fluff⠀⠀⠀teasing⠀⠀ ⠀kms jokes skinship
ah yes, the cute barista at the café near your highschool that you’ve been going to since middle school. lee sangwon. you’d remembered his name from the first time you saw him since his nametag had cute little flowers on it.
you flirted with him shamelessly— but it seemed like he thought you were just teasing him playfully. you liked him so much, how could he not realize it?
as you’re walking to the café with your friend yunah, you say, burying your face in your hands, “if sangwon doesn’t see the signs this time, i’m seriously jumping off a cliff.”
yunah just rolls her eyes and replies, “why’re you so whipped for him? i mean— i get he’s cute ‘n allat, but he’s so oblivious!”
“that’s what makes him cuter!” you exclaim, sighing as you open the door to the café. there he was. your boyfriend who didn’t know he was your boyfriend yet.
he’s getting someones order— a girl. it makes you slightly jealous but then, he locks eyes with you and he smiles, giving a wave. you light up and wave back.
“you look like an absolute dork.” yunah mutters out, dragging you to the line.
once you’re in front of him, you just stare.
his hair, his eyes, those lips, his baby face—
“hey, y/n.”
his soft voice snaps you out of your little observation.
“sangwon.” you say back, smiling at him. he smiles back, already putting in your order on the ipad. “the usual, right?” sangwon asks, looking at you again.
you nod, unable to hide the blush on your face. yunah watches you two, a silent scoff escaping her lips. when you two sit down, she slams the table, making a few people look over.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion. “he’s so into you!” yunah yell-whispers at you and you can’t help but laugh.
“i wish.” you say flatly. “you are the dumbest person i know.” she says, rubbing her temple with two fingers. “he looks at you the same way you look at him!”
you pout and say, “don’t get my hopes up.” then, sangwon comes up behind you, yunah looking at him, and before you could turn your head to look at what she was looking at, sangwon kisses your cheek.
you froze, turning red as a tomato as he places your drink down on the table along with another one. sangwon walks away and you hesitantly take the drinks and there’s a note on yours it had his number on it and some words. it read; “y/n, be mine?”
on the other drink was a note that said, “another one on the house since i know you love this drink.” you glance at where he went and he’s already staring at you, smiling.
you smile back and nod. then, you get up and walk to him, hugging him. sangwon happily hugs you back, burying his face in your hair.
the scene earns some looks from his co-worker, mostly leo who was squealing with anxin. “i thought you were clueless.” you mumble into his chest.
•TO THE ANON WHO REQ I LOVE YOU SM also sorry if this was too short !! i enjoyed writing this a lot !! dont mind yunah third wheeling TT
synopsis ~ what happens when you meet the man of your dreams at your favorite music festival?
cw: kissing
ᢉ𐭩 It was so hot. The type of summer heat that makes you think you're just melting into the earth. Honestly, Lollapalooza is the only festival where you can be dripping with sweat and still feel like you’re on cloud 9.
There I was, at the front for a show I had been desperate to see. The sun was setting, casting a golden haze on the set, and the crowd was electric with anticipation. Then, the music started, and the whole crowd just came alive with energy. I barely knew how to keep myself together. This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for at freaking lollapalooza !
But then I saw him. The tall man next to me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat from his body as the crowd shifted back and forth, but not close enough. It was enough to catch a glimpse of him without him invading my space. He was totally immersed in the music. His eyes were closed, his head moving up and down with the rhythm, a small smile playing on the corner of his mouth. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. I mean his angelic features shined even during the sunset.
We were both caught up in the same vibe, as if we were on the same frequency. We were moving to the same rhythm, even though we hadn't even said a word to each other.
When the band began playing my favorite song, I couldn't help but glance at him. My eyes were open wide, maybe a little too wide (😩), and I couldn't help but smile.
"Mmh, you know this one too?" I said, laughing half-heartedly. "I figured I was the only one who had all the words memorized."
He smiled at me, the smile widening, as if he was pleased that I was so into it too. "You have good taste," he said playfully.
I didn't know whether he was talking about the music or about me, but it didn't matter because my heart did that silly fluttery thing anyway.
The rest of the show was a blur of flashing neon lights and the rhythm was thudding through me. All the time, I couldn't help catching him looking at me. Whenever our eyes met, I felt this electric shock. ( fx mentioned😳)
After it was all finished, I was kind of disappointed. I was fried, but I didn’t want it to be over yet. Everything became a blur, before I knew it, I was walking with him. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t even think about it, I just followed him. We trailed through the crowd together as if we'd been doing it for hours.
"Now what?" I said, rather irresponsible. "Want to go see another show or something?"
He smiled. "I don't know… you seem like you'd be fun. I'd go around with you for a while."
I laughed, unsure if he was serious or not. But the way he looked at me like he was actually enjoying just being with me made me feel like I was the only person in the whole world.
We ended up sitting near the food trucks, where it was pretty quiet, and just talked. He offered to buy me food but I ate so much before I came to the set that I couldn’t bother eating. It was strange how comfortable it was for us to talk. He wasn't this perfect guy, but there was something that made me want to keep listening. (jk he is 😏)
We were just making fun of each other, talking about the songs of our favorite bands, and I helplessly stared at his lips whenever he said anything. His voice was smooth and a little raspy, as if it was created for late night conversation. I also caught him stealing glances at me once, eyes roaming over my face with this look that ran a shiver down my spine.
“You're not like all the other people around here," he said, leaning forward a little bit closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
He shrugged, but his eyes wrinkled at the corners . "I don't know. I like that you're not attempting to be someone you're not."
I couldn't help grinning. "I can say the same for you".
We moved from set to set throughout the rest of the evening. He was constantly right next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine at times, it was as if there was this kinda tension between us. Like we were just waiting for something to happen. While the crowd danced and cheered on a band both of us enjoyed, I looked over at him, and he was looking back at me, lips parted, eyes dark.
He leaned in closer, speaking softly. "Wanna get out of here?".
My heart skipped a beat. There was something in the way he said it so casual, like nothing, and at the same time I could sense the motive of something else. I nodded stupidly desperate to be near him.
We pushed out of the crowd, walking across the festival grounds, around the lights and music. It was cooler now, I felt the seriousness of the situation. As though there was a choice we both had to make, despite not saying anything about it. We stopped in a less crowded section of the park, the lights of the festival still glowing softly in the distance.
He edged towards me, his face serious, the smile he'd had before wiped off. There was a look in the way he looked at me, as if waiting for permission, but not exactly asking for it. His breathing was deep, deliberate, like he was trying to keep himself together, but wasn't succeeding there. I didn't know what I was doing at all, but I couldn't stop myself from taking another step forward.
"I've wanted to kiss you from the beginning," he whispered, his voice low. "But I don't want to push you." He looked up with soft, gentle eyes.
I was holding my breath in my throat. My internal self was shouting at him to just kiss me, but the way he said it. I understood he was giving me the choice.
I drew him in, my lips against his, we both were feeling out the waters. But that softness didn't last long. His hand went to the nape of my neck, drawing me in, and the kiss intensified slow, deliberate. He wasn't in any hurry, wasn't forcing it, but I could sense his hunger, the way his body was reacting to mine.
His lips were warm, his hands firm but soft. For one moment I forgot everything. The moment seemed to last forever, the feeling of his lips clouding my brain.
When we stepped back, I was gasping harder than I expected, my stomach and chest rising and falling. I could also hear his breath coming out unsteady. We both just stood for a moment, looking at each other. I didn't know if we were both equally stunned, or just holding our breath for someone to break it. But he smiled, slow and easy, as if he very much knew what we'd just done.
"I wanted that too," I panted, my words shaking, still resonating with the kiss.
He smiled softly, his hand tracing the line of my jaw. "I thought so."
We did not need to say anything else. The rest of the evening was ours, just the two of finding each other in the crowd of lights. For once, it seemed like the music didn't have to be the priority. ᢉ𐭩
pairing: idol!shinyu x gn!reader ; genre: fluff, humor (?) ; warnings: mention of being manipulative (No one is manipulative tho.), food, petnames (pretty, baby), spelling mistakes are on purpose ; @kstrucknet
maia’s note: i love writing for tws please keep sending in requests for them!! ^^ likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🤎
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ pairing: idol!seeun x gn!soloist!reader
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 2.6k words
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ genre: idol!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, light angst
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings: light jealousy, emotionally constipated seeun, falling to the floor lol, slight bickering, teasing, and embarrassment, public confession (peer pressured), seeun being annoying little brat.
The KQ practice room door creaks open just as Hunter spins around, mid-laugh with Yujun. His face lights up when he sees you standing there—wearing a jacket, sunglasses on, clutching a bag of celebratory bubble teas.
"Y/N!!" he yells, practically tackling you with a hug. "What the hell—how did you even get past security?"
"I'm a soloist, not an amateur," you tease, handing him the drink with his name scribbled in Sharpie. "Congrats on your debut, superstar."
"I can't believe you actually came," he beams, already pulling you inside like a golden retriever. "Everyone, this is Y/N—my best friend-slash-kpop legend—"
"I'm not a legend—"
"They're being humble," he says over you.
You nod politely to the rest of the room. A few of the xikers members wave, clearly recognizing you.
Everyone… except one.
He's sitting in the corner, legs spread out, sipping something from a pouch like he's the main character in a teen drama. Blonde bangs falling slightly over his brow. That face is too pretty, and he definitelyknows it.
He glances up, eyes flicking over you once.
Then he scoffs.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
You blink.
Hunter nearly chokes on his drink. "Bro—what?? That's Y/N. THE Y/F/N."
Seeun shrugs like he didn't just say something mildly offensive. "Never heard of them."
Your brows lift, but your smile stays polite. "No worries. I don't expect everyone to know me."
"Good," he says with a lazy smirk, "because I don’t."
Junghoon makes a noise like he's witnessing live beef.
Hunter nudges Seeun's side. "Dude, you literally watched their 'Venomous' stage and said they looked hot—"
"I said the choreo was clean," Seeun corrects sharply, refusing to make eye contact.
You just hum, stepping past him to set the rest of the drinks down. "Anyway, congrats again, Hunter. I know how hard you worked for this."
He gives you a grateful smile and whispers, "Ignore Seeun. He's like that with people he finds hot."
You blink. "What?"
"Nothing!" Hunter blurts, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
You raise a brow, but choose not to press. Instead, you let him drag you toward the couch, where a few of the other xikers boys have already made space for you.
"Okay, spill," you say, offering him one of the drinks you brought. "How are you feeling? Has it hit you yet that you're literally debuted now?"
Hunter grins, his whole face lighting up. "It's been insane. I haven't slept properly in like, a week, but seeing fans scream for us is definitely worth every second."
"That's so good to hear," you smile. "And the response online Everyone's obsessed with your dance line."
Hunter rubs the back of his neck, bashfully nodding. "I'm trying to keep my head on straight. But your message yesterday helped a lot. Really."
You blink. "You're telling me I comforted you?"
"You always do," he shrugs, like it's obvious.
Before you can get sentimental, Minjae pops up beside you, extending a hand and a warm smile.
"Hey, I'm Minjae. Just wanted to say I'm a big fan of your work."
You shake his hand. "Thank you. Your vocals are incredible, by the way. I saw the showcase clips—you ate."
He beams. "You're too kind. If you ever need someone for a collab… I mean—" He clears his throat, laughing nervously. "Just putting it out there."
One by one, the other members come over to greet you, introduce themselves, and crack jokes. Everyone's friendly, loud, and a little chaotic—in that way only freshly debuted boy groups are.
Everyone… except one.
You glance over to the far side of the room. Seeun is sitting stiffly by the water cooler, scrolling on his phone with a blank expression. Every so often, you catch his eyes flicking toward you. And every time he notices you noticing—he immediately looks away, ears slightly pink.
Weird.
Still, he doesn't say anything. Doesn't even greet you.
Minjae notices.
"Yah," he says, walking past Seeun and giving him a soft smack on the shoulder. "Don't be disrespectful. Y/N's our senior."
"I'm not being disrespectful," Seeun mutters, still not looking up.
"Then come say hi, dude."
"I'm busy."
"You're scrolling through TikTok."
Seeun stands abruptly, grabbing his water bottle and heading toward the door without another word.
The room goes quiet for a second.
You blink. "What's up with him?"
Hunter frowns. "I… don't know. He seemed fine before."
"Before I came?" you ask, tone curious—not offended.
"Yeah…" Hunter nods slowly.
Yechan pipes in from the corner, mouth half full of chips. "Weird. Seeun never acts like this before. He's usually the loudest one in the room."
You lean back on the couch, eyes narrowing slightly. "Hm. Interesting."
Hunter gives you a side-eye. "You're thinking something."
You smirk. "I'm not thinking anything."
The backstage hallway is buzzing with idols—staff running around with clipboards, stylists touching up last-minute details, stage managers yelling countdowns. The walls practically hum with anticipation.
You're standing near one of the corner lounge tables, chatting easily with Keeho from P1Harmony. He's leaned forward slightly, laughing at something you just said, his bright personality shining like always.
"You seriously wore that to rehearsal?" you grin.
"Okay first of all, it was laundry day," Keeho says dramatically, "and second of all, I was serving."
You snort. "Serving something, that's for sure."
He gasps in mock offense and flicks your arm.
A few steps away, Seeun turns the corner. He's got his water bottle in hand, earphones half in, looking like he's searching for someone—or maybe just wandering.
The moment he sees you laughing with Keeho, he freezes.
Keeho nudges your shoulder gently, still mid-story, and you laugh again, covering your mouth. You lean into him like you've known each other for years. You have.
Seeun's jaw twitches.
He was heading your way. You can tell—his path, his pace, his whole damn vibe. But the moment his eyes meet yours…
He turns.
Full 180.
He turns the other way without a word, walking off like he suddenly remembered he left the stove on.
You frown, watching his retreating back. "Huh…"
Keeho notices. "Who are you looking at?"
You blink and shake your head. "No one."
Meanwhile, Seeun storms into the xikers waiting room with a deep frown etched into his face.
Minjae's humming, Sumin's adjusting his mic, and Hunter's sitting on the couch scrolling his phone when he sees Seeun enter—looking like he just witnessed his crush get proposed to.
"Yo," Hunter says, raising an eyebrow. "Why's your face like that?"
Seeun doesn't answer immediately. He throws his water bottle on the table (gently, but still dramatic) and plops down in a sulk.
Then, unprompted, he mutters—
"Hey. What's Y/N's relationship with Keeho sunbaenim?"
Hunter blinks. "Um… what?"
Seeun looks away, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I just saw them. Talking. Laughing. Being weirdly close."
Hunter tilts his head. "Okay… and?"
"They looked flirty."
"Bro." Hunter lowers his phone. "You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous," Seeun snaps, too fast.
Hunter stares.
"You've been acting weird since Y/N visited the company and now you're interrogating me about their love life."
"I'm not interrogating," Seeun grumbles.
Hunter raises both hands. "Okay then. Chill."
Seeun leans back in the chair with a frustrated sigh.
"I just don't like how… touchy Keeho was. He was flicking their arm. That's weird, right?"
"Seeun."
"WHAT?"
Hunter stares.
"…you literally do that to me all the time."
"That's different!!"
Hunter starts laughing. "You're unbelievable."
Seeun groans, pulling his hoodie over his head.
"…I'm not jealous," he mumbles from inside the fabric cave.
Hunter just smirks.
"You're gone. You're so gone for them."
The hallway's quieter now—most groups are packing up or heading toward press photos. You're walking toward the dressing room with a towel around your shoulders, mic pack clipped to your waistband and a water bottle in hand.
Then you see him.
Seeun.
Still in his stage outfit—black leather with silver chain details and a snug harness hugging his waist. His blond hair is damp from sweat, falling over his eyes. He's coming from the opposite end of the hallway, looking straight ahead.
Until he sees you.
He stops.
So do you.
You hesitate—then offer a polite nod, already stepping to the side to pass him.
But unexpectedly, he speaks first.
"You were really enjoying yourself back there."
You blink. "Sorry?"
"With Keeho sunbaenim."
You freeze for a second, turning to face him. "Excuse me?"
"You looked… comfortable. Flirty, even." His tone is sharp, his arms crossed. "Didn't think you were that type."
You stare, mouth slightly parted.
"…What type?"
"The type who clings to someone like that."
You blink slowly. "Wow."
Seeun scoffs under his breath, but doesn't move.
"What's your problem with me?" you finally ask, quiet but steady.
He flinches.
"You've been weird ever since I met you. Pretending not to know me, avoiding eye contact, acting like I run over your dog with my car—and now you're throwing weird accusations like I'm out here trying to seduce the industry?”
He shifts uncomfortably, jaw tight.
"You don't even know me, Seeun," you add, shaking your head. "We're not even friends."
That stings him.
You can see it. The flicker of something behind his eyes. But instead of softening, he steps closer.
"Exactly," he mutters. "We're not friends. So why does it bother me?"
"…Bother you?"
"Forget it," he growls, brushing past you.
You turn on your heel. "No. You don't get to start a fight and walk away like that."
He stops.
You continue, your voice firmer now. "I came to support Hunter. I was polite to you. I didn't ask for whatever this attitude is."
Silence. He doesn't turn around.
"I've been nothing but respectful," you add, voice quiet again. "So seriously… what did I even do?"
His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. You see the tension in his shoulders. But he says nothing. Just keeps standing there, back to you, breathing heavy in his stage outfit like he’s about to combust.
And then—
He walks away.
And you stand there—heart beating too loud in your ears, hands curled into loose fists, blinking in disbelief.
What the hell was that?
You hesitate for a second.
Then your feet move before your brain does.
"Seeun!" you call.
He doesn't stop.
"Seeun, what is wrong with you!?"
Still no reaction. Just the back of his leather stage outfit getting farther, hair bouncing slightly with each angry step.
You break into a jog. "Ya! I'm not done talking—!"
And then—
CRASH.
You slam into his back a little harder than you meant to, probably because your balance was off, probably because you were too worked up. But you barely get the chance to process it because the next thing you know—
THUD.
You both go down.
Your shoulder bumps the wall. His weight knocks into you. One leg tangled between yours. Your palm flat on the floor, his hand nearly slipping until he catches himself—right above your head.
You're nose to nose.
Breath to breath.
Eyes wide.
His lips are parted slightly, like he's about to speak, but his brain short-circuited. You're too shocked to move.
"Are you okay?" he asks finally, voice low.
You blink.
"I'm fine. Just a little… concussed by your attitude."
He groans and looks away, but doesn't move off you. His arms are trembling slightly from holding himself up. His chain accessory dangles inches from your face.
"You're such an idiot," you mutter.
He snaps his eyes back to yours. "I'm an idiot? You're the one chasing after someone who clearly—"
He stops.
You squint. "Who clearly what?"
He grits his teeth.
"Clearly doesn't know how to handle this," he mutters.
You pause. "Handle what?"
You watch him swallow. His jaw tenses.
"This—" he gestures vaguely, still hovering over you. "You. Talking to me. Smiling at everyone else. Making me—feel things."
Your chest tightens. "So you do know me."
"I know of you," he admits. "I've seen your stages. Every one. You're good. Too good. And I hated that."
You blink. "Hated?"
"Because the second I saw you in person, I realized…" He hesitates.
"It's not just the stage persona. It's you."
He lowers his voice.
"You're kind. Confident. Charming. Funny. You're close with Hunter. You're close with everyone. And I—"
His voice cracks slightly.
"—I didn't know how to be close to you. So I did the opposite."
Your heartbeat skips.
"You've been rude to me since day one," you say, not coldly. Just… honestly.
"I know," he whispers. "I didn't know how else to protect myself."
You stare up at him, lips parted slightly. The tension in your chest starts to dissolve. But the air between you is still thick—like something fragile just cracked and spilled open.
"Then tell me," you whisper. "If you don't hate me… what do you feel?"
He looks like he's about to combust. One hand comes up, shaking slightly, as if he wants to touch your face. But he stops himself.
"I don't hate you," he murmurs. "I think I like you. Too much. And it scares the hell out of me."
You breathe in slowly.
And before either of you can think twice—
He lets his hand fall against your cheek, gentle, like it’s the only thing keeping him from losing it completely.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I'm really, really sorry for being a dick."
Your fingers curl around the front of his shirt.
"I told you, you were an idiot."
His mouth twitches. "You're not wrong."
You both burst into quiet laughter.
Still tangled. Still on the ground.
Still not quite sure what this is… but suddenly? It doesn’t feel so confusing anymore.
You're still catching your breath, tangled up on the hallway floor, Seeun's hand gently resting against your cheek like the world just cracked open and let in some kind of clarity. You don’t even realize how close your faces are. How intimate this entire moment is. Until—
"BROOOOOO WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE—"
You both snap your heads up just in time to see all nine xikers members piling around the corner, jaws dropping in unison.
Hunter's face is priceless. "Is this why you ran off looking like you saw a ghost?!"
Yechan’s already halfway doubled over. "I KNEW IT. I KNEW ITTTT."
Jinsik points dramatically at Seeun. "You know what? Just confess properly, man! Seriously."
"Yeah!" Yujun joins in, grinning. "Don't half-ass it!"
And then—like absolute feral high schoolers—the whole group starts chanting:
"CONFESS! CONFESS! CONFESS!"
"CONFESS! CONFESS! CONFESS!"
Seeun looks like he wants to melt through the floor. He groans, dropping his head against your shoulder for a second like he's bracing for death.
You wipe a tear from your eye. "I… I didn't catch half of that."
He groans again. "I hate this group."
But you smile, eyes softening. "Well… you know, I've just met you, but seeing how dedicated all of you are—and you being brave enough to confess in the middle of a literal hallway chant—I might as well give you a chance, right?"
Seeun blinks. "Wait… seriously?"
You nod.
"Really? Even after I was a dick to you?"
You shrug. "I mean… it was intentional, right? I can respect the commitment." You grin.
He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Wow. Okay. Uh… do you wanna maybe go on a date? When I'm free?"
The hallway explodes.
"WOOOOOO!!"
"Y/N SAID YESSSS!!"
Minjae claps his hands like a mom at a wedding. "Okay, okay—BUT. Make sure to keep it lowkey, alright? We're rookies. No scandal, please."
"Yeah, keep it lowkey," Hyunwoo adds. "I'm not trying to get blacklisted before I turn twenty."
Seeun grins, grabbing your hand as you pull yourself up. "I promise I won't mess it up."
You glance at him, still holding your hand, ears burning, but smiling wide.
✧ Seeun ✧
Summary: Seeun being your academic rival.
WC:594
Warning:none
Rival Seeun who picked to sit next to you despite claiming to hate you.
He has a sly smirk on his face as he slides into the seat beside you. “What are you doing?” You partially glare at him. “Relax, it’s not like I want to sit next to you. I just like this seat.”
Rival Seeun who grows a habit of knocking his leg against yours.
“Would you quit that?” you snapped, feeling overly annoyed. Even more so as you watch the smirk that pulls at his lips. “Maybe if you didn’t sit so close to me it wouldn’t happen.” You scoff. “If I sit any farther away from you I'll fall off of my seat.”
“Do it.” he challenged.
Rival Seeun who’s more than happy to point out a mistake you made while working on an assignment.
“You messed up.” He tapped his pencil against your paper. Resulting in you rereading the question and noticing that you did indeed mess up. “Oh…thanks,” you say as you begrudgingly erase your previous answer.
Rival Seeun who feels oddly concerned when you show up to class sick.
He feels a bit uneasy about the feelings stirring in his chest when he sees you lying with your head on your desk. Feeling too ill to even bother with doing your work. “Are you ok?” Why does he care?
Rival Seeun who trails behind you as you walk to your next class making sure that you get there ok.
Rival Seeun who grows a new habit of resting his arm behind you on your chair.
“Can you stop invading my personal space?” You grab his arm and haphazardly toss it from your chair as you take your seat. Only for him to place it back as he leans in closer to you. “No, I like it.”
Rival Seeun who leaves you with feelings stirring in your chest.
The teacher didn’t print enough of the handouts resulting in you having to share with the person next to you. You leaned forward to look at the handout, hair falling in your face, but you paid no mind to it. Seeun did though. He reached across with hand and tucked your hair behind your ear, causing you to look up and make eye contact with him. Why was your heartrate picking up?
Rival Seeun who didn’t gloat like he usually did after scoring one mark higher than you on a test.
“Maybe next time.” Being all that he said.
Rival Seeun who finds himself wanting to see you outside of class too.
“Midterms are coming up, do you want to study at the library?” You’re stunned by his question. “With you?” Though you’d be lying if you say the butterflies weren’t dancing in your stomach at the thought. “Yeah, who else? You know I’m the only one who can match your smarts.”
Rival Seeun who still sits next to you at the library instead of across the table.
“What are you doing?” You question his seating choice. “Relax, I just like this chair.” He uses the same excuse, but there seems to be something different about it.
Rival Seeun who finds you on the morning before exams to propose a proposition.
“If I score higher than you on exams you have to go on a date with me,” he says. Instead of rejecting his proposal you find yourself saying. “What if I score higher?” That smirk you had grown accustomed to pulls over his lips. He leaned in closer to whisper against your ear, “Then I’ll go out with you.”
Summary ◊ You and Seeun worked together at a little coffee shop, but little problem: you hated each other. Until you sprained your ankle during a shift.
You and Seeun worked together in a little coffee shop tucked away in the heart of your college town. From the moment you met, it was clear you were like oil and water. His cocky demeanor clashed violently with your straightforward attitude. Every shift was like a battleground, filled with sarcastic remarks and heated glares. To customers, you were known as a comedic duo.
One night, as the clock struck ten, signaling the end of another long day, the last customer just left. You and Seeun began your closing routine. The air was thick with usual tension, your mutual disdain evident in every word and gesture.
‘’Seeun, did you forget to clean the espresso machine again?’’ You asked, your voice raised with annoyance as you cited down the counter.
He rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry, princess. Did you forget to restock the sugar packets like you were supposed to?’’
You shot him a whitening glare. ‘’It’s not my job to clean up after your mess.’’
‘’And it’s not mine to remind you of yours,’’ he retorted, leaning casually against the counter you just wiped.
You huffed and turned away, focusing on your tasks. You reach up to grab a box from a high shelf when suddenly, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. You let out a yelp and stumbled, dropping the box with a loud thud.
‘’Great, just great,’’ you muttered, through gritted teeth, catching your ankle.
Seeun’s smoke faded instantly. He rushed over, concern flashing in his eyes. ‘’What did you do now?’’ He asked, his tone sharp but worried.
You winced, trying to stand up but failing. ‘’I think I twisted my ankle,’’ you admitted, your voice strained with pain.
‘’Sit down,’’ he ordered, a bit more gently this time. He helped you to a chair, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual harsh demeanor.
You watched in disbelief as he knelt in front of you, carefully examining your ankle. ‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, your voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
‘’Helping you, obviously,’’ he replied, his tone brusque. ‘’Do you always have to question everything?’’
‘’Why are you helping me?’’ You asked, wincing as he prodded your ankle.
‘’Because I don’t want to be the one explaining to our boss why you’re limping around,’’ je said, but there was an undertone of genuine concern in his voice you caught up on.
He stood up and fetched a first aid kit from behind the counter. He returned with a tube of cream and a bandage. ‘’This might sting a bit,’’ he warned, applying the cream to your swollen ankle.
You hissed at the cold sensation but didn’t pull away. ‘’You know you're not half bad at this,’’ you remarked, trying to lighten the mood.
‘’Don’t get used to it,’’ he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he began wrapping your ankle with the bandage. ‘’Just stay still and let me finish.’’
You watched him work, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. ‘’Why do you have to be so infuriating all the time?’’ You muttered.
‘’Because someone had to keep you on your toes,’’ he shot back, securing the bandage with a final tug. ‘’And clearly, you need someone to watch out for you.
You couldn't help but chuckle despite the pain. "You know, for someone who supposedly hates me, you're pretty decent when it counts.’’
Seeun met your eyes, a severe expression on his face. "Just because we don't get along doesn't mean I want to see you hurt," he said quietly. "Now, try to stay off that ankle for a bit.’’
You nodded, touched by his unexpected kindness. "Thanks, Seeun. I appreciate it.’’
"Don't mention it," he replied, standing up. »But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll deny it.’’
"Deal," you said, taking his hand and pulling yourself up. "But I might remind you every now and then, just to annoy you.’’
"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said with a grin. You tried to get up from the chair but he stopped you in your tracks. ‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’
‘’I need to finish closing up,’’ you said, looking at him in disbelief.
"Do you want to make it worse?" Seeun shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Just sit. I'll handle the rest.’’
Frustrated but knowing he was right, you reluctantly sank back into the chair. You watched as Seeun efficiently went about the closing tasks, moving with surprising grace for someone you always thought of as infuriatingly arrogant. He wiped down tables, mopped the floors, and even took out the trash—all the while glancing at you to make sure you were staying put.
"You really don't have to do all this,’’ you said, a touch of guilt in your voice. "I can at least help with the counters.’’
"No, you can't," Seeun replied firmly. "The last thing we need is for you to fall again and break something else.’’
You huffed, crossing your arms. "You're so bossy, you know that?’’
"And you're so stubborn," he retorted, though his tone lacked its usual bite.
Finally, they were done. Seeun locked the front door, and they both stepped outside into the cool night air. You glanced at your watch and groaned. "Great. I missed my last bus,’’ you muttered to yourself.
Seeun raised an eyebrow. "How far do you live?’’
"About thirty minutes away," you muttered. ‘’Walking.’’
"With a sprained ankle? Not happening," he said, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll give you a ride.’’
You blinked in surprise. "You don't have to do that.’’
"And you don't have to walk home injured," he shot back, leading you to his car parked a few steps away. "Just get in."
You hesitated but then relented, hobbling to the passenger side and sliding into the seat. Seeun started the engine, and they pulled out of the parking lot.
"You know, you're not as bad as I thought,’’ you said after a few minutes of silence, glancing at him.
"Gee, thanks," Seeun replied sarcastically, though he couldn't hide a small smile. "You're not exactly a walk in the park either.’’
You chuckled. "I guess we both have our moments.’’
The drive continued with your usual banter, though it felt lighter, less hostile. You couldn't help but notice how different Seeun looked behind the wheel. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting his sharp features. He had a relaxed, confident air about him, one hand casually resting on the gearshift, the other on the steering wheel. He looked, for lack of a better word, incredibly hot.
"Stop staring,’’ Seeun said suddenly, breaking your reverie.
You felt your cheeks flush. "I wasn't staring.’’
"Right," he said, smirking. "Just like I wasn't scolding you earlier.’’
"Okay, fine. Maybe I was staring," you admitted. "But only because you look weirdly competent for once.’’
‘’Competent?’’ he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess.’’
You both laughed, the tension between you dissolving into something almost comfortable. As you approached your neighborhood, you realized you were actually enjoying his company. It was a strange, unexpected feeling.
"Thanks for the ride," you said as you pulled up in front of your house. "And for helping me with my ankle.’’
"Don't mention it," Seeun replied, his expression softening. "Just try not to hurt yourself again, okay? I don't want to have to play nursemaid every shift.’’
As you opened the front door, you glanced at the staircase leading to your apartment on the third floor. You sighed, realizing how difficult it would be to climb with your sprained ankle. Seeun, still standing by his car, noticed your hesitation.
"You're not seriously thinking about climbing those stairs, are you?" he called out, his tone half-scolding, half-concerned.
You shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's just a few steps. I'll manage.’’
"No way," Seeun said, striding up to you. "I'm not letting you hurt yourself even more.’’
Before you could protest, he bent down and scooped you into his arms.
"Seeun! Put me down!" You exclaimed, your face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
"Not a chance," he replied, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs. "You're stubborn, but I'm more stubborn.’’
You grumbled but couldn't help feeling a bit touched by his gesture. "You know, for someone who acts like he hates me, you're pretty decent when you want to be.’’
"Don't get used to it," he said with a smirk, reaching the top of the stairs. "I still think you're a pain in the ass."
When they reached your door, you fumbled with her your, finally managing to unlock it. Seeun gently set you down just inside the apartment. You turned to him, an awkward silence hanging in the air for a moment.
"Um, do you want to come in for a drink or something?’’ You asked, surprising yourself with the invitation. "It's the least I can do after you carried me up here.’’
Seeun looked at you for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not. Just a quick drink, though.’’
You led him into the small living room and gestured for him to sit while you hobbled to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. What do you want? Water, soda, tea?’’
"Water's fine," he said, looking around the cozy apartment. "Nice place.’’
"Thanks," you replied, pouring two glasses of water and carefully bringing them to the living room, limping a little because of your ankle. You handed him a glass and sat down across from him at the kitchen counter.
"So," Seeun started, taking a sip of his water, "why do you insist on doing everything yourself even when you're hurt?’’
"Why do you insist on being so infuriating?" You shot back, though there was no real anger in your voice.
He chuckled. "I guess it's easier to argue than to admit that we might actually get along if we tried.’’
"Maybe," you admitted, feeling a strange pull between you. You noticed the way his eyes flickered over you, a mix of frustration and something else you wouldn’t dare describe.
As Seeun glanced around your apartment, his eyes fell on a framed poster of Liverpool's Anfield stadium hanging on the wall. Next to it was a shelf lined with memorabilia: scarves, miniature jerseys, and a few of your photos at various matches.
"Wait a minute," Seeun said, his tone shifting from casual to surprised. "You like Liverpool?’’
You looked up from your drink, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up your eyes. "Like? I love Liverpool! I've been a fan since I was a kid.’’
A wide grin spread across Seeun's face. "You're kidding! I'm a huge Liverpool fan too. Did you see the match against Manchester City last month? What a game!’’
Your eyes widened with excitement. "Are you serious? That match was incredible! Salah's goal was absolutely insane!’’
"Right?" Seeun exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat. "I couldn't believe the way he weaved through your defense. It's like he was playing with kids out there.’’
You laughed, the animosity between you momentarily forgotten. "I know! And Alisson's saves were phenomenal. That guy is a wall.’’
You continued chatting animatedly about your favorite team, each game, and player, exchanging stories and experiences. For the first time, you found yourselves on the same wavelength, your shared passion bridging the gap that usually separated you.
"Have you ever been to Anfield?" Seeun asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Twice," you replied proudly. "The atmosphere is unreal. There's nothing like singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' with thousands of your fans.’’
"I'm so jealous," Seeun said, shaking his head. "I've been dying to go. It's on my bucket list for sure.’’
"Maybe you should stop being so arrogant and save up for a trip," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.
Seeun smirked. "And maybe you should stop being so stubborn and let people help you once in a while.’’
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. "I don't need help. Especially not from you.’’
"Right, because hobbling up the stairs on a sprained ankle is a sign of independence," Seeun shot back, though he was smiling.
"At least I don't act like I know everything," you retorted, crossing your arms.
"That's because I do know everything," he said with a wink.
You both laughed, the earlier tension easing into a more comfortable rhythm. It was strange, you thought, how easily you slipped back into your usual banter, yet it felt different now—less hostile, more... familiar.
"You know, it's weird," you said, after a moment of comfortable silence. "I never would have guessed we had something in common.’’
"Yeah, it's almost like there's more to people than meets the eye," Seeun replied a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Who knew?’’
"Maybe if you weren't so busy being insufferable, you might have figured that out sooner," you teased.
"Or maybe if you weren't so determined to be difficult, we could have had this conversation months ago," he countered.
You shook your head, smiling. "You really can't help yourself, can you?’’
"Nope," Seeun said, grinning. "It's part of my charm.’’
"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Absolutely," he said confidently. "And it seems to be working, doesn't it?’’
Y/n laughed again, shaking her head. ‘’Only in your dreams.’’
As your conversation lulled, he glanced down at your ankle. ‘’So, how’s your ankle holding up?’’
You waved a hand dismissively. ‘’It’s okay now. Just a little sore, that’s all.
Seeun raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, right. Let me see.’’
You started to protest, but Seeun was already kneeling in front of you, gently lifting your leg to inspect the injury. "Seeun, it's really—‘’
"Shut up for a second," he interrupted, his eyes widening as he looked at your ankle. ‘’Y/n, this is not fine.’’
You ankle was swollen and turning a deep shade of blue, the bruising spreading across your skin. It had definitely tripled in size since you first injured it. Seeun's jaw tightened with concern.
"Why didn't you say it was this bad?" he demanded, though his touch was gentle as he carefully removed the makeshift bandage he had applied earlier.
"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," you admitted, wincing slightly as he applied some fresh cream to the bruised area.
"This is a big deal, y/n," he said, his voice softening. "You need to take better care of yourself.’’
You watched him work, surprised by the care and attention he was giving you. "I didn't think you'd care this much," you said quietly.
He glanced up at you, his expression serious. "Just because we bicker all the time doesn't mean I want to see you hurt. You really need to learn to ask for help when you need it.’’
"I know," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm just not used to relying on others.’’
"Well, get used to it," he replied, rewrapping your ankle with a clean bandage. "At least when it comes to me.’’
"Is that an offer?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.
"It's more of a statement," he said, finishing the bandage and standing up. "And don't argue with me about it.’’
You laughed softly. "Fine, I won't argue. This time.’’
‘’Come on, let's get you more comfortable," he said, offering you a hand so you could stand.
You took his hand, but as you tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through you ankle, causing you to stumble forward. Seeun quickly caught you, your bodies pressed close together. Your faces were just inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your skin.
"Easy there," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "You okay?’’
You nodded, but the pain was evident on your face. "Yeah, just hurts a bit.’’
As he steadied you, his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, and your heart raced.
"You know," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, "you could kiss me if you wanted to.’’
Seeun's eyes widened slightly, his expression unreadable. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky.
You swallowed, feeling the heat of the moment. "Yes," you whispered back, your breath catching in uyour throat.
Slowly, as if giving you a chance to back out, Seeun leaned in. His lips brushed against yours softly at first, testing, before pressing more firmly. Your eyes fluttered closed as ou melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt for balance.
His hand cupped your cheek gently, mindful of your injured ankle. The kiss deepened, growing more heated as your pent-up emotions finally found release. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer.
You broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur. "I didn't expect this.’’
"Neither did I," you admitted, your fingers still tangled in his shirt.
Your eyes locked, and he took a deep breath before again breaking the distance against you. You kissed again, this time slower, savoring the moment. As you lost balance again, seeun reluctantly broke the kiss, chuckling slightly. ‘’You should probably sit down,’’
You nodded as he helped you to the couch, ensuring you were comfortable before sitting beside you. Your faces were flushed, the lingering heat of your kiss still evident.
“So,” Seeun said, his usual cocky smirk returning, “does this mean you’re going to stop being so stubborn and listen to me now?’’
You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. “In your dreams. Just because we kissed doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.’’
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, come on. You know you like it when I take charge.’’
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please, you’re only good for reaching high stuff and being annoying.’’
“Annoying?” he repeated, leaning in closer. “I seem to remember you enjoying our little moment just now.’’
Your cheeks flushed deeper. “It was a moment of weakness.’’
“Is that what we’re calling it?” he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Yes,” you said firmly, though your smile betrayed you. “And don’t get any ideas that this means I’ll be going easy on you at work.’’
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Seeun replied, grinning. “I like our little arguments. Keeps things interesting.’’
“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” you shot back, though there was no real malice in your voice. “Exasperating, maybe.’’
“Admit it,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.”
“Miss you?” You laughed. “More like I’d finally get some peace and quiet.’’
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, y/n.’’
“And you’re insufferable, Seeun,” you replied, but your tone was light, almost affectionate.
You fell into a comfortable silence, your banter a familiar and oddly comforting rhythm.
Warnings ◊ stress about exams? I think that's about it
Word Count ◊ 1,52k
Genre ◊ Fluff
Summary ◊ Seeun missed you, so he came in front of your apartment in the middle of the night.
a/n: honestly, theses pictures screamed boyfriend material. So I wrote something about it. Hope you enjoy!
You tossed and turned in your bed, staring at the ceiling as the soft sounds of your roommates’ snores filled the room. You were exhausted, but sleep refused to come. You sighed and picked up your phone to check the time—2:56 a.m. Just as you were about to put it down, your screen lit up with a message.
[Seeun-ie] You awake?
You blinked at the message, your heart flipping. You and Seeun weren’t an item but weren’t just friends. You were in a weird in-between. You met through mutual friends, and even if he was younger than you by a couple of years, you still got along excellent. You typed an answer quickly.
[You] Yeah. Can’t sleep.
[Seeun-ie] Come outside.
Your eyebrows shot in surprise. You hopped out of bed and tiptoed to the windows. You peeked through and saw Seeun in a thin blue button-up and a black jacket looking at you. When he saw you, he smiled and waved. You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.
[You] What are you doing here ??? It’s almost 3 am.
[Seeun-ie] Wanted to see you. Now come down.
Sighing, you threw on a hoodie and sweatpants and quietly slipped, careful not to wake your roommates. As you stepped outside, the cool night air greeted you, and you walked toward Seeun, who greeted you with his signature smirk. He slipped his headphones around his neck and waved at you.
‘’You know it’s almost 3 in the morning, right?’’ You said as you put your hands in your pockets.
‘’Of course I do,’’ he shrugged nonchalantly. ‘’I wanted to see you. And I was hungry. Let’s go to the convenience store.’’
You rolled your eyes but followed him as he walked towards the convenience store down the street from your apartment. You couldn’t help the sale spreading across your face as you looked at him. Even under the street lights, he was breathtaking.
‘’You’re unbelievable,’’ you said, shaking your head.
‘’I know,’’ he smirked, turning his face to look at you. ‘’But you love it.’’
You fell into an easy rhythm of banter and jokes, defining your relationship. He was confident, arrogant, and cocky, but that was part of his charms.
‘’Did you really just wake up and think, ‘Oh, I should see y/n right now?’’’ You asked, eyebrows raised.
‘’Nope,’’ he replied, pushing open the convenience store door. ‘’I haven’t slept yet. Too busy thinking about you.’’
You snorted, giving him a look. ‘’Oh, please. How many girls did you use that line on?’’
He held up his hands in mock offense. ‘’Just you, I swear. I’m a changed man.’’
You shook your head again. You wandered the aisles, grabbing snacks and drinks. As you made your way to the register, you reached for your wallet in your hoodie pocket to pay, but Seeun swiftly blocked your hand. ‘’No way. I’m paying.’’
‘’I’m older, I should pay.’’ You argued, tilting your head to look at him.
He shook his head and handed cash to the cashier. ‘’I dragged you here. The least I should do is pay.’’
You rolled your eyes again but let him have this one. You sat at one of the small tables outside, digging into your snacks. The city was quiet, and the night was cool.
‘’Remember that time you thought you could out-eat me in spicy ramen?’’ Seeun said as he bit into his sandwich.
You laughed. ‘’I could I forgot. I still can’t believe you didn’t shed a single tear.’’
‘’I told you, I’m immune to spice.’’ He said a cocky grin on his face. ‘’Unlike some people.’’
‘’Ya, I can handle spice.’’ You protested, pointing a chip at him.
‘’Sure you can,’’ he chuckled. ‘’That’s why you drank an entire gallon of milk after.’’
You both bursted out laughing. That’s what you loved with Seeun. It was easy. You continued to talk and joke, the banter flowing easily. As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky pink and orange, you shivered slightly. The early morning chill was starting to creep in. Seeun noticed, and, with a dramatic sigh, he shrugged off his jacket.
‘’Here, take this.’’ He said, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest.
‘’I’m fine, really,’’ you started to say, but he held up a hand, silencing you.
‘’Just accept my chivalry for once, will you?’’ He said, smirking. ‘’Besides, I can’t have you catching a cold and blaming it on me. My reputation will be ruined.’’
You rolled your eyes but pulled the jacket tighter around you, appreciating the warmth. The jacket still had a feigned cologne scent, and a smile tugged at your lips. You leaned back in your chair, sighing. ‘’You know, I really needed this. Thanks for dragging me out.’’
Seeun smiled. It wasn’t his usual smirk, though. It was a sincere and honest smile. He loved knowing he was useful and made you feel better. He knew you had been stressed recently with school and everything and that you couldn’t sleep when you were stressed.
‘’Anytime,’’ he said, taking a sip of his lemonade. ‘’I mean, I am pretty great company.’’
‘’There he is,’’ you smiled. ‘’The arrogant Park Seeun I know.’’
‘’Admit it, you love it,’’ he said, gently squeezing your arm.
‘’Maybe,’’ you admitted, turning your head to look at him, a playful smile on your lips. ‘’Just a little, though.’’
Your phone rang with the alarm you set the day before. It was already late or early morning, so you needed to head back to your apartment to prepare for class. You sighed and stood up, stretching and gathering your things. You looked at him as he threw away all of your trash, clinging to his jacket you still had.
‘’I guess I have to go back.’’
‘’Yeah, you should probably start getting ready for class.’’ He said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.
You started walking back to your apartment. As you reached your building, he stopped and turned to face you, his usual confident smirk in place.
‘’Thanks for the jacket,’’ you said, looking up at him.
‘’No problem,’’ he said, leaning casually against the wall next to your building door. ‘’I can’t have you freeze to death. Who would I bother in the middle of the night?’’
You laughed, shaking your head. There was a brief pause, and his expression softened slightly, though his confidence remained. ‘’Hey, next time you’re feeling stressed about finals and exams, even if it’s late at night, you can call me.’’
You blinked in surprise, taken aback. ‘’How did you know I was stressed about that? I didn’t say anything.’’
He shrugged and bent down to be eye level with you, his eyes locking with yours. There was a sincerity in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. ‘’I know you, y/n. I know that when you’re stressed, you can’t sleep. And you haven’t been sleeping well, have you?’’ He said, brushing a hair of you bang to the side.
Your heart flutters at his words. His noticing something so personal and caring enough to act on it made your heart swell. You blushed and quickly looked away, taking a step back. ‘’I…’’
‘’Don’t get all emotional on me now,’’ he interrupted, straightening himself with a teasing grin. ‘’I’m just saying, if you need to talk or need a distraction, I’m here. Not only at night.’’
You smiled. ‘’Thank you, Seeun. It means a lot.’’
‘’I know,’’ he said arrogantly, but his eyes were soft. ‘’After all, who else would put up with me at 3 am.’’
You laughed, nodding slightly. ‘’You’re right, no one else would.’’
He chuckled and stepped closer once again, lowering his voice slightly. ‘’Seriously though, I don’t want you to stress all alone. If you need anything, call me. I mean it.’’
Your heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, you wondered where your relationship was going and if there was more than just a situationship. But you quickly pushed your thoughts aside, focusing on the present.
‘’I will,’’ you promised, looking up at him. ‘’And thanks again for tonight.’’
‘’Anytime,’’ he replied.
There was a brief pause, where you just stared into each other’s eyes. But you quickly cleared your throat, looking at the time on your phone. You sighed. ‘’I should probably get ready for class.’’
‘’Yeah, you probably should,’’ he agreed, though he made no move to leave. ‘’We don’t want you to fall asleep in the middle of a lecture.’’
‘’I’ll try not to,’’ you said, rolling your eyes.
‘’I’ll see you on campus, I guess.’’ He said, his eyes hopeful.
‘’Of course.’’
With one last look, he turned and walked away, his confidence stride never faltering. You watched him go, a big smile on your face. You clutched at his jacket as you turned and headed back inside.
► a/n: i really enjoyed making this so i hope you guys enjoy it too!
► description: the bright neon lights and heavy bass music showed the happy aura of the infamous ‘cupid’s game’ stall in the amusement park. rumor has it that once you come out, you’re gonna fall in love with the person you shot.
“this is gonna be so fun!” your roommate keita yells in excitement as you trudged behind him. “yeah, sureeee” you dragged out. keita stopped in his tracks looking all offended. “y/n, this is the legendary cupid’s game we’re talking about! hell, you could possibly find your soulmate in this!” he cried out loud. you rolled your eyes at his dramatic reaction.
“keita, as my roommate, you know i’m not looking for anyone at the moment right?” you deadpan. keita looked at you in disgust,
“like you almost didn’t ask for yedam for his num–“
“oKAY, LETS GO TO CUPID’S GAME NOW HEHE” you slapped your hand to his mouth. “thought so, bitch” he gave you the side eye before dragging you to the direction of the place.
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“are you sure you want to play this?” you ask keita for the nth time upon arriving at the stall. keita was already signing the two of you for the game.
“yeah. it’s gonna be fun. its like laser tag but with a price to pay you know?” he shrugs. you look at him as if he was crazy.
“so you’re just gonna risk meeting the possible future mrs. terazono just because of this game?!” you gasp. he rolls his eyes.
“yeah like i didn’t have the nickname sneaky swiper for nothing. this would be a piece of cake” before you could react any further. an employee handed the two of you, game wavers and name tags.
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‘I agree with the terms and conditions of playing this game. any forms of cheating will be automatically kicked out from the arena. watch out and have fun!
warning: incase you get shot, it’s not the company’s fault who you end up with. so please don’t send us an angry email about your situation. you have been warned.
please sign here if you are ready to play, ___________.’
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you stare at keita who just blindly signed the waver without even reading it. “did you even read the whole thing?” you ask keita. keita looks up at you and grins.
“nope. hurry up and sign it so we could play” you took a glance at him one last time before muttering, “here goes nothing” you took a breath and signed the waver, handing it to the employee who was waiting.
“follow me” the employee orders. taking you and keita to the changing room
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“okay. so here’s your bow and arrow hearts. use them wisely for the next 30 minutes. there would be other people joining the two of you. try and not to get shot. it’s that easy.” the employee explains the rules. you look over at keita who’s jumping in his seat. “i’ll see you on the other side!!” he says excitedly.
“okay, timer starts… now!” the employee opens the door to the arena. you see keita run off to who knows where.
“WAIT KEITA DONT leave.. me” you tried to catch up to him but it was no use. he’s gone. “great. now i’m stuck here for the next 1 hour” you grumble, walking towards a bakery. you took a peek inside and saw, nothing but then you heard heavy footsteps. you quickly hid behind the counter, putting your arrow hearts in place in case the person decides to jump out of no where.
“fucking finally. some quiet place to hide.” you hear the person sigh in relief. you hear the chair squeak indicating they took a seat. you hear the person stand up and walk around. as they got to the counter, you popped your head up making the poor stranger jump in surprise.
“oH MY GOD PLEASE DONT SHOOT ME” the tall looking boy tries desperately to grab his arrow hearts and his bow behind him. due to shaking hands, he dropped them to the floor. the boy looked like a flustered mess. you took a glance at him. he was wearing an all black outfit. black sweater with black ripped jeans with his hair tousled. he looked kinda hot
“like what you see.. uhh, y/n?” he reads your name tag. you felt your cheeks get red. “I do not!… yoonbin” you read his name tag. he looked kinda smug from then on.
“so what are you doing here? were you hiding?” he asks.
“why should I tell you? for all i know you could shoot me right now?” you raised an eyebrow at him.
“sis, i’m literally hiding as well if you can’t notice. my friends dragged me into this and people have been gushing over this place. they say they found their ‘soulmates’ in this game and i think we should really sue their companies for using, magic or some voodoo shit. shit’s illegal” he rambled.
“okay then smartass, i was hiding as well” you confessed. “great now we have… 40 more minutes to wait till this shit is over. so why won’t we get to know each other?” yoonbin looks over at his watch and grabs the seat in front of him, patting it.
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“that’s wild. for a first timer” you complimented him. he showed his gummy smile for the nth time today. “thanks. I know” he batted his eyelashes making you roll your eyes.
“I think time’s almost up. let’s actually try and play for a bit. you know? to not waste 30$ for this” you stood up from your seat, stretching and grabbing your things.
“okay. i’ll see you later” he waves goodbye to you as you jogged out of the bakery.
you’ve been walking around the arena for about 10 minutes now.
“why is keita so fascinated with this stuff. this is the most boring thing i’ve ever played” you kicked a rock. unfortunately to your luck, the rock bounced to a metal wall and it made a loud noise.
“goddamn it. fuck!” you muttered to yourself before rapidly looked around for a place to hide. you found a small spot in the bushes and quickly ran over there and squatted down, getting your arrow hearts ready. you see a person’s leg and you quickly shot the arrow at it.
“ouch!” a familiar voice cries. you jumped out of the bush to see yoonbin standing there with your arrow heart stuck to his leg. you ran up to him, grabbing his arm,
“oh my god, are you okay?!” you ask him, worry evident in your voice. he plucks the arrow heart from his leg, flicking it away.
“yeah. it just felt like i got bitten by an ant. no worries” he pats your head. before you could say anything, the loud bell rings indicating that it was over.
“it’s over! yay!” yoonbin celebrates. “c’mon. let’s go back now” he grabs your hand dragging you to the lobby where the scoreboards could be seen.
“oOf, jihoon’s gonna be a player real soon” you hear yoonbin laugh as he reads that his friend jihoon ranked #1 with a total of 6 shots.
“i think he stole everyone since literally after him and 2 other people including you got at least 1 shot” he observes. you nod your head in agreement.
“y/n! there you are!” you hear your roommate yell out from the crowd.
“is that your boyfriend?” you almost could hear the disappointment from yoonbin’s voice. you quickly shook your head rapidly.
“god, ew. no! he’s my roommate” you exclaimed. “y/n~~ oH, yoonbin! my man what’s up?!” keita greets yoonbin with a bro hug. “kEITA!!” yoonbin returns the bro hug.
“you two know each other?” you stood awkwardly between the two boys. “yeah. he’s my classmate in music class” yoonbin explains. you nod your head in approval.
“we should get going now. it’s gonna be late” keita reminds you. “oh shit. i still have a test to study for. yeah let’s go” you tell him.
you rushed to get your bag and other things from the baggage counter till a hand stops you. “hmm?” you look up to meet the eyes of yoonbin.
“i know this is sudden but, c-can i have your number..?” he stutters. you blushed again and nodded, giving him your phone number.
“i’ll see you around?” he hoped. you laughed, “i think we’d be seeing each other often soon” you winked before walking away from ‘cupid’s game’ with keita.
“so, what was that girlie?” keita asks you on the escalator. “nothing” you smile at him. keita gave you a cheeky wink, before laughing out loud. you felt a buzz in your pocket. you grabbed your phone and saw a notification.
[21:32] unknown: let’s go out sometime :) –yoonbin
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