𐔌 . ⋮ SPOTLIGHT .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
O U R | BOYNEXTDOOR TAESAN
⌗ social media au, texting au, college au
THE STARS ARE ALL ASLEEP | BOYNEXTDOOR TAESAN
⌗ angst, breakup, imagine
CALLING ON MY ANGEL | ENHYPEN SUNGHOON
⌗ fluff, imagine, bad boy x good girl
𐔌 . ⋮ RECENT WORKS .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
INTERTWINED | BOYNEXTDOOR HAN TAESAN
⌗ brother's friend trope, fluff, imagine
PRETTIER THAN THE SKY | XIKERS PARK SEEUN
⌗ fake text, imagine, fluff
CHEERING YOU ON (REQUESTED) | BOYNEXTDOOR TAESAN
⌗ fluff, angst-ish?, imagine
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
The library was bustling with the low hum of students studying and working on their final assignments and projects. Y/n was standing on tiptoes, reaching up to grab a heavy art book from the top of the shelf. As she pulled the book down, her fingers slipped and the book tumbled from her grasp, heading straight for the head of a guy leaning against a bookshelf engrossed in his reading.
At the last moment, just as the book was about to make contact, Taesan appeared from behind. With lightning reflexes, he snatched the book out of the air, holding it aloft as the guy reading turned around, startled.
"Whoa!" the guy exclaims, rubbing his head where the book would have hit. "Thanks, man."
Taesan turned to Y/n, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wouldn't want anyone to experience what I felt when you first dropped that massive book on my head," he said with a smirk.
The library's atmosphere shifted from calm to awkward as Y/n's face flushed with embarrassment. She looked around, noticing the look of disgusts on their friends' face who had all witnessed the dramatic moment.
Y/n quickly tried to save face. "Oh, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to happen."
The guy who had been leaning against the bookshelf chuckled, clearly amused by the turn of events. "It's fine. Just a close call."
Taesan grinned, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment. "Yeah, just glad I was her to save the day."
Y/n elbowed Taesan lightly before turning to the guy again. "Sorry about that again."
After apologizing one last time, she drags Taesan back to the long table where their friends sat.
"You guys are gross." Riwoo comments, not looking up from his laptop.
"We waited 35 parts for this to happen," Leehan says, a sparkle in his eyes. "You just gotta deal with it."
Everyone looks at him with confusion.
Y/n picks up the ice coffee next to her sketchbook and takes a sip. Jungwon eyes the cup in her hands and points to it with his pencil.
"What number is that one?" He asks. Y/n slowly puts the cup down and looks at anywhere but him.
"Uh, my first... ," She answers, unsure.
Jungwon squints at her and then points at Taesan. "She's your problem now."
Y/n sticks her tongue out at him and Taesan laughs. Sungho looks at the two of them and sighs.
"This wouldn't have happened without me and Jungwon, you know." He says.
Sunoo rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling us."
"Hey, we helped him with the song." Jaehyun chimed in.
"But we convinced Y/n."
The studying session had turned into a debate about whether who played the bigger part in Y/n and Taesan. Y/n watched with amusement in her eyes at their friends arguing, getting looks from the other tables of students trying to their work.
Taesan grabs her hand from under the table and gives it a tight squeeze, smiling at her. Y/n returns the smile.
"They're being gross again."
"Shut up, Riwoo."
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
Taesan paced back and forth in his room, meticuluosly checking the plans he had drawn out on a piece of paper. His friends and Y/n's friends had been helping him orchestrate this grand, over-the-top confession. It was all set for tonight at the amusement part.
Taesan and Y/n would arrive at the park "alone"
Taesan and Y/n's friends would inconspicuously blend in with the crowd
Taesan would distract Y/n with amusement park rides and food while their friends set up the surprise
Taesan would get Y/n to go on the Ferris wheel as the last ride
When they get to the top, their friends would set off the fireworks and Taesan would confess to Y/n
The plan was foolproof--or so he thought.
The sun was setting as Taesan and Y/n walked into the amusement park. Y/n was excitedly talking about the rides, unaware of the elaborate scheme unfolding around her.
"What made you want to come to the amusement park?" she asked, glancing at him.
Taesan forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant. "Oh, you know, just thought it'd be fun."
Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement as she dragged Taesan towards the towering roller coaster. The massive structure loomed ahead, its twists and turns promising an exhilarating experience.
"Come on, this is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with anticipation.
Taesan tried to keep his cool, but his face was a mix of forced enthusiasm and visivle anxiety. "Yeah, sure! L-let's go," he said, though his voice wavered slightly.
As they queued up for the ride, Y/n talked about the other rides she wanted to go on. Taesan nodded along, trying to focus on her words rather than the growing sense of dread in his stomach. He glanced around the screaming riders, his face growing paler with every passing minute.
Finally, they reached the front of the line. The roller coaster's sleek, intimidating cars awaited them. Y/n hopped into her seat with a grin and Taesan hesitantly followed, trying to mask his fear.
The harness clicked into place and as the coaster slowly ascended, Taesan gripped the safety bar with white-knuckled intensity. He attempted to act nonchalant, even managing a forced chuckle, but his eyes were wide and he took shallow breaths.
The coaster reached the top of the first hill and the drop was imminent. Y/n let out an excited scream, while Taesan's face turned an even shade paler. The roller coaster plunged downwards and the ride was a blur of speed, twists, and turns.
When the coaster finally came to a screeching halt at the end of the ride, Taesan stumbled out of his seat, looking as white as a ghost. He swayed slightly, gripping the safety bar for support. His face was a mix of shock and pale terror.
Y/n noticed immediately and rushed to his side, her smile fading with concern. "Are you okay?"
Taesan nodded weakly, though his face suggested otherwise. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
She gently guided him to a nearby bend, urging him to sit down. "Just sit here for a moment. I'll get you some water."
As Y/n hurried off to grab a bottle of water from a nearby kiosk, Taesan sank onto the bench, trying to steady his breathing. His heart was still racing and he could feel the adrenaline gradually wearing off, leaving him feeling faint and shaky.
When Y/n returned with the water, she handed it to him with a worried look. "Here, drink this. I didn't mean to push you so hard."
Taesan took the bottle gratefully, sipping the water slowly. "Thanks," he managed, his voice regaining some steadiness. "I guess I should have mentioned I'm not exactly a roller coaster fan."
Y/n sat beside him, her expression softening. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought it’d be fun.”
He gave her a small, appreciative smile. “No, it was definitely interesting. Just... maybe not my kind of fun.”
They sat together for a few moments, Taesan recovering from the ride and Y/n offering gentle reassurance. The excitement of the roller coaster had been replaced with a shared, quieter moment of understanding and care.
"Do you want to head to the ferris wheel?' Taesan asks, his earlier adrenaline completely gone. Now it was replaced with the nerves of what was to come.
"Sure." Y/n smiles at him.
Meanwhile, hidden behind various park attractions, Taesan and Y/n’s friends were secretly preparing for the big moment. They were doing their best to avoid being seen, which turned out to be much more challenging than anticipated. Woonhak was struggling to keep his disguise--a rather eye-catching rainbow clown wig and Ni-ki with a large fake mustache. Everyone else dressed normally as they used their surroundings as cover.
“Guys, hurry up! She’s coming this way!” Ningning hissed through gritted teeth. They carried boxes of fireworks as they moved to find the perfect spot near the Ferris Wheel.
As Taesan and Y/n approached the Ferris wheel, the next step of the plan was underway. Taesan’s nerves were getting the best of him, especially when he saw the size of the Ferris wheel.
“You sure you want to go on this?” she asked, her voice worried. “I mean, it’s pretty high up.”
Taesan let out a sigh and nods his head. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He had to make sure everything went according to plan, even if his body didn't want him to.
Y/n gives him a nod although she wasn't completely convinced. He forced himself to step into the Ferris wheel’s car, trying to ignore the rising panic in his chest.
As the ride began, Sungho and the others were frantically working behind the scenes. Jaehyun accidentally dropped a box of sparklers, almost attracting Y/n’s attention. Hearing the noise, Taesan quickly moved to cover her view.
"Jaehyun!" Sungho yells in a whispered tone.
"Hurry, they're almost at the top!" Jungwon yells.
The Ferris wheel slowly reached the top, and Taesan’s nerves were at an all-time high. He’d worked himself up into a frenzy about this confession. Just as the Ferris Wheel came to a halt and he was about to open his mouth, he noticed that the fireworks show hadn’t started yet. He began to sweat, trying to improvise.
“Uh, so, it’s really nice up here, right?” he said awkwardly.
Y/n looked at him amused. “Yeah, it’s beautiful.”
Before he could respond, there was a loud bang from a nearby attraction -- Ni-Ki had accidentally set off a firework early. The explosion startled both Taesan and Y/n, and she glanced around, puzzled.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her confusion mounting.
“Nothing, nothing!” Taesan said hurriedly, trying to cover up the mishap. His attempt at the perfect moment was slipping away. The plan had gone from grand to a series of errors that kept happening.
On the ground, Ni-Ki was getting scolded by the rest, not noticing the security guard walking towards them.
"Hey! What are you kids doing!?" A security guard yells, speed walking towards them.
"Shit!" Sunoo yells. They dropped the fireworks and scattered in different directions as more security guards started showing up. Taesan spotted them running as the Ferris Wheel started to move and he just knew that the plan was over before it even started.
The Ferris wheel finally returned to the ground. Taesan tried to salvage the situation as they exited, but the moment had passed. Taesan took Y/n home, the feeling of defeat and failure on his shoulders. He watched from his car as Y/n stepped into her house and disappeared behind her door.
Taesan lets out a defeated sigh as the group chat continued to blow up with apologizes from the failed plan. Shutting his phone off, Taesan put his car into drive and drove off.
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
Later that night, Taesan found himself standing at the front door of Y/n’s house. He didn't know what possessed him to do this but after the failed plan, he knew he had to do it right way. His heart was racing as he fidgeted nervously. There was no going back now.
Her father answered the door, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and mild suspicion.
“Hello Mr. Kim, can I speak with Y/n?” Taesan asked, trying to sound calm.
Before her father could respond, Y/n appeared behind him. “Dad, it’s okay. Go away for a minute. I need to talk to him.”
Her father raised an eyebrow but stepped aside, letting Y/n step out. Y/n led him outside, away from her house, and into a quiet area where they could walk and talk.
"Wanna listen to another song I'm working on?" Taesan asked, holding onto the headphones around his neck.
"Sure!" Y/n answered. Taesan removed the headphones around his neck and placed it on her head, making sure they fit around her ears. Pulling out his phone, Taesan clicked the audio file and hit play, the lyric hitting Y/n's ears.
Sharing one earphone
Snuggling close (Where should we go?)
Taesan watched Y/n's face closely as she listened, his stomach exploding with different emotions.
Should I listen quietly, my hands
Should I or shouldn't I, what should I do
They continued walking, Y/n swaying her head slightly at the beat.
Breaking the ice alone in a hot place
I hope you feel the same way
As they continued down the street, Taesan’s nerves were at their peak. He stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to face her. Taking off the headphones on her, Taesan placed them around her neck.
"The song is really good!" Y/n complimented. Taesan smiled nervously.
“I'm glad you think so. So, I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.” He started. Y/n looked at him expectantly, a gentle smile on her face.
“I, um, really like you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I mean, I’ve liked you for a while now, and I thought I’d have this big, grand confession, but, well, it didn't go as planned.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.
"What grand confession?'" Y/n questioned.
"I uh, was supposed to confess on top of the Ferris Wheel but there was a mishap." He told her. Y/n nods as she listens to him explain.
"I know this is out of nowhere but I just had to tell you after what happened today. I think you're an amazing girl. You're beautiful, talented, sweet, caring and so much more. You make me feel things I haven't before and I'll understand if you don't feel the same. I just wanted you to know even if--,"
Y/n cuts him off and she takes his hand gently. “I like you too. I’ve been feeling the same way.”
Taesan’s face lit up with relief and joy. “R-really?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
Taesan lets out a sigh of relief, the heavy feeling on his shoulders and the nerves in his stomach disappeared.
"Thank you." He tells her, squeezing her hands tighter. Y/n smiles up at him, her cheeks growing pink and warm.
"The song was really nice." She complimented again. "Did you get your friends to also sing it? The voices sound familiar."
"Yeah. They owed me a huge favor." Taesan answered, taking her left hand in his to continue walking. "The song is for you."
Y/n turns to him with wide eyes. "Really?"
"Yup, dedicated to the girl that dropped a book on my head and made me forget everything but her pretty face."
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
The day had already started badly for Y/n. She had woken up late, missing her first lecture of the day. In her rush to get ready, she spilled her morning coffee on one of her sketchbooks. Through her passing period, she had met with her art advisor to check up on her gallery project. The criticism from her art advisor had been harsh, leaving her feeling defeated after. As she walked around campus, the whispers from other students about her and Taesan recently were only adding to her stress. Y/n could've messaged her friends but she didn't want to bother them when they already had so much on their plates with the end of the semester coming up.
As she walked across campus with her head down, her art supplies clutches tightly in her arms, she could feel the weight of her assignments pressing down on her. She hadn't had a moment to grab another coffee, which was usually her lifeline on days like this. Her hands trembled slightly and her heart raced with anxiety.
Turning the corner, Y/n collided with someone. The sudden impact sent her art case across the pavement, opening as it landed, with her supplies scattering everywhere.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, scrambling to gather her things. Her frustation boiled over and she could feel the tears welling up. This was just the last straw. She fought to hold back the sobs, trying to pick up the mess she'd made.
"Y/n? Are you okay?"
The voice was familiar. Taesan. She looked up through her tear-streaked eyes to see him crouching beside her, helping her gather her scattered supplies.
"Sorry," she said through gritted teeth, her voice breaking.
He could see the strain in her eyes and the way her hands shook as she tried to organize her things. "It's okay," he said gently. "Let me help."
He picked up a few items and then carefully helped her to her feet. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Taesan stared at her as her shoulders shook as her breathing got harder and harder. Y/n looks up at him through her wet eyelashes when he grabs her hand.
"Here," he said, leading her to a nearby building. "I have a studio where I work on my music. Let's go there." Y/n quietly followed him, having no energy to refuse.
As they entered the small, cozy studio, Taesan gestured to a comfortable chair and set up a pair of headphones. "You can sit here. I'll play something for you."
She hesitated but then sank into the chair, her exhaustion catching up with her. Taesan put the headphones on her and a soft melody filled her eyes. The music was soothing, a gentle and intricate composition that seemed to wrap around her like a warm blanket.
"This is... really good," she said, her voice mulffled by the headphones but her relief evident. The music seemed to calm her racing thoughts and she could feel the tension in her shoulders slowly easing.
Taesan smiled, watching her reaction. "I'm glad you think so. I don't usually show anyone other than my friends and teachers my music." Y/n widens her eyes, heat crawling up her cheeks.
"Are we friends?" Y/n asked, although she already knew the answer.
"I would hope so." Taesan laughed. He wished it was more though.
"I know it's not much, but if you're ever stressed or need a break, just let me know. I can play you more music anytime." Taesan tells her.
She nodded, tears of relief now replacing her earlier frustration. "Thank you. This... it really helps."
They sat in silence for a few moments, the music playing softly between them. The stress of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm she hadn't felt in hours.
As the song ended, she looked up at him, a genuine smile finally breaking through her earlier distress. "Thanks again. I really needed this."
"No problem," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Anytime you need a break, you know where to find me."
Y/n stood up, feeling lighter than she had all day. "I'll keep that in mind."
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
Taesan was nervous.
Standing next to the art studio door, he wiped his sweaty hands on his sweatpants as he waited for Y/n to come out. He repeated the apology in his head over and over again, mouthing the words silently. He wasn’t going to let his mouth run loose and mess it up for him again. Not this time.
Taesan perked up when the door handle clicked. His posture immediately straightened as Y/n stepped out of the studio, adjusting her art case in her hand.
Y/n’s eyes widened the moment she saw him, surprise flashing across her face before she quickly masked it. She had to remember that she was mad. Even if he looked really good today. Stay mad, Y/n. Stay mad.
She glanced at him, closing the door slowly behind her, giving him just enough time to start speaking.
“Y-Y/n,” Taesan stuttered, immediately cursing himself. Great start.
Y/n turned to fully face him, crossing her arms loosely as she tried to keep her expression neutral.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
Y/n hesitated for a split second before nodding. She gestured for him to start walking, silently telling him to talk as they moved.
“About last time…” Taesan began, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as they walked towards the campus courtyard. The breeze outside was cool, rustling the trees as students passed by. “I’m really sorry for saying what I did.”
He glanced at her, but when she didn’t respond, he continued, words coming out a little faster now.
“I don’t know what possessed me to say all that, and I shouldn’t have assumed you had anything going on with Jo. I know I was wrong, and I’m really sorry. I just…” He paused, exhaling shakily. “I hope you can forgive me.”
Taesan looked down at the ground, watching his steps as silence stretched between them. His chest tightened, worry creeping in as the seconds passed.
Then, slowly, he looked up.
Y/n was smiling.
“I forgive you,” she said simply. Then her expression shifted slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Just don’t do it again.”
Relief flooded through Taesan instantly, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
“I won’t,” he said quickly, almost too quickly, making her huff out a small laugh.
After a moment, Y/n tilted her head slightly. “Do you want to go to that new cafe you mentioned last time?” she asked. “I know we couldn’t go because I was busy.”
Taesan’s eyes lit up immediately, all traces of nervousness gone as he nodded eagerly. Maybe a little too eagerly.
Y/n laughed, shaking her head at him as they continued walking side by side, the tension from earlier slowly fading into something much lighter.
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
2 days, 12 hours, 29 minutes, and 29 seconds. That’s how long it had been since he’d last heard anything from Y/n. And Taesan was losing it.
Stepping out of his second class of the day, he absentmindedly says goodbye to his classmates before heading in the opposite direction, his mind somewhere else entirely. His foot taps impatiently against the floor as he walks, fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag.
Then, in the distance, he spots a familiar figure. Y/n walks across campus, her art case tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other. The sight alone makes his chest feel lighter. His eyes brighten instantly as he quickens his pace, weaving through passing students until he’s just behind her.
“Y/n!” Taesan calls out.
The girl turns around, slightly startled by the sudden voice. Her eyes widen for a moment, but when she sees him, her expression softens into a warm smile.
“Taesan, hi!” Y/n greets, unable to wave with her hands full.
He falls into step beside her, matching her pace as they walk across campus together, the quiet buzz of students around them filling the air.
“Heading to the studio”?” Taesan asks, gently taking her art case from her hand without waiting for an answer.
Y/n smiles at him in gratitude and nods. “Yeah. Jo and I still have some work to do.”
She doesn’t notice the slight scowl that flickers across Taesan’s face at the mention of his one-sided rival.
“Right… Jo,” Taesan mutters under his breath, his grip on the art case tightening just a little.
Y/n glances up at him. “What was that?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Taesan says quickly, forcing a small smile as they step into the art building, the familiar scent of paint and charcoal surrounding them.
For a moment, there’s silence between them–until Taesan speaks again, the works slipping out before he can stop them.
“So…Jo, huh?”
Y/n looks at him, confused. “What about Jo?”
“What do you think of him?” Taesan asks, his voice casual, but there’s an edge to it he can’t quite hide.
“Uh, well… I think he’s a good partner. And he’s really talented,” Y/n answers slowly, still unsure where this is going. They’re only a few feet away from the studio now.
Taesan swallows, but the thoughts keep spilling out anyways.
“What about his looks? Do you think he’s handsome?”
Y/n blinks, caught off guard. “Uh… I guess? Why are you asking me this?”
“So you would date him?” Taesan presses, his tone sharpening with jealousy. “He’s handsome, right? You seem to think so.”
Y/n stops walking altogether, staring at him in shock. She’s never seen him like this–so tense, so unlike himself.
“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I don’t like it,” she says firmly.
Taesan opens his mouth, but she cuts him off before he can say anything else.
“Jo is just my partner. And even if there was something, I don’t have to explain that to you.” Her grip tightens around her coffee cup. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I think you should take some time to cool off. I’m too busy for… whatever attitude this is.”
Her voice softens just slightly at the end, though the hurt is still there.
“Talk to me when you’ve cooled off.”
She reaches over, takes her art case from his hands, and turns away before he can respond. The studio door swings open and then slams shut behind her with a sharp echo down the hallway.
Taesan stands there, frozen in place.
The hallway suddenly feels too quiet, too empty.
And just like that, every word he said replays in his mind, each one hitting harder than the last as regret settles heavily in his chest.
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
So tumblr has been acting out for me and messing with my format so i haven’t been able to post anything 😠 but i am here to promote a xikers ff im writing 👀 i couldn’t find any so j thought why not just write my own 🤷🏻♀️ check it out!!
Freak. Monster. Witch. Demon. And Murderer.
Sim Chaeyoung was no stranger to those names-maybe she was all of them. Maybe she had finally ac
PAIRING: brother’s friend! han taesan x fem! reader
SUMMARY: Y/n had never officially met her brother’s friends. All she knew about them came from the echo of laughter, thundering footsteps, and the occasional crash of something toppling over whenever they visited. They were loud—loud enough to shake the walls of her room and drown out her music. One particularly chaotic afternoon, the noise downstairs reached a level she could no longer ignore. With a sigh of exasperation and curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n crept out of her room and tiptoed toward the staircase. Peeking over the railing, she finally laid eyes on the infamous group that had turned her home into a mini warzone of sound. That moment marked her first real encounter with Sungho’s friends—though she didn’t expect to take a liking to one of them.
GENRE: brother’s friend trope, fluff, imagine
WORDCOUNT: 3.4k
A/N: the first part of this imagine is actually taken from a sunghoon ff that i never published on wattpad--ALSO, TAESAN RED HAIR and Boynextdoor comeback 😩
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Taesan and Y/n had been dating since senior year in high school. But when Y/n first met him, she was convinced he didn’t like her at all.
Fifteen-year-old Y/n let out an exasperated sigh as the loud voices from the living room echoed up the stairs. Her older brother, Sungho, had his friends over again—and they were anything but quiet.
She tried her best to focus on the textbook in front of her, eyes skimming over the same sentence for the fifth time. Another round of cheers erupted downstairs, and she shut her eyes in frustration. With a small groan, she closed her textbook, stood up, and tiptoed out of her room.
Peeking from the top of the staircase, she spotted her brother and three of his friends—Riwoo, Leehan, and another boy she didn’t recognize—lounging across the couch and floor of the living room. Before she could slip back into her room, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” Sungho called out, jogging toward the door.
He opened it to reveal two more friends, Jaehyun and Taesan.
The moment Taesan stepped inside, his eyes immediately flicked to the staircase—where Y/n was still standing. He nudged Jaehyun, who followed his gaze. Y/n’s eyes widened when she accidentally made eye contact with Jaehyun, and she bolted back into her room.
“Dude!” Jaehyun exclaimed dramatically. “I think I just saw a ghost at the top of your stairs!”
Sungho laughed, closing the door behind them as Jaehyun clung to Taesan’s arm in mock fear. Riwoo, ever dramatic, immediately latched onto Leehan.
“You probably just saw my sister,” Sungho said with a chuckle, taking a seat next to Leehan again.
Jaehyun released Taesan and raised an eyebrow. “You have a sister?”
All the boys turned to Sungho in surprise, clearly intrigued.
Rolling his eyes, Sungho stood back up and walked toward the stairs. “Y/n! Can you come down for a bit?”
From behind her closed door, Y/n heard him. She hesitated before cracking her door open, her footsteps light as she padded toward the stairs.
“My friends want to meet you. Just for a second,” Sungho coaxed.
Y/n peeked around the corner, clearly nervous. Sungho laughed softly at her hesitant expression. The other boys exchanged confused glances.
“Are you guys… talking telepathically or something?” Riwoo joked.
Sungho shook his head. “She’s just a little shy.”
Y/n tugged the hood of her oversized sweatshirt—Sungho’s, of course—over her head and took a deep breath before sticking it out. The large hood covered most of her face, and her long black hair only added to the mystery, falling like a curtain over her features. She gave a tiny wave.
“Hi! I’m Jaehyun—the coolest one, obviously,” Jaehyun grinned, earning groans from the others.
“I’m Riwoo! Nice to meet you.”
“Hi, I’m Leehan!”
The boys turned expectantly to Taesan, but he remained seated, his gaze fixed on Y/n. His expression was unreadable—maybe even a little cold.
Y/n shifted under his stare, shrinking back slightly.
Sungho nudged Y/n to introduce herself. She gave him a frown but stepped forward slightly.
“H-hello, I’m Y/n. Sungho’s sister,” she said softly.
The boys leaned in.
“Sorry, what was that? Can you say it just a bit louder?” Jaehyun asked kindly.
Y/n sighed, cleared her throat, and tried again.
“Hello. I’m Sungho’s sister, Y/n.”
This time, the boys smiled and nodded. Sungho gave her a thumbs up.
“Okay, you can go back to your room now, Y/n,” he said.
Y/n let out a quiet breath of relief. She gave the group a final glance. Most of them waved or smiled at her—but Taesan still hadn’t smiled. His stare was sharp and unreadable.
Unnerved, Y/n quickly looked away and hurried back up the stairs.
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After that first meeting, Y/n started seeing Sungho’s friends everywhere. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. But then, Taesan began showing up in the most unexpected places—especially around her.
Like during lunch.
Y/n was sitting alone at her usual table. Her best friend, Wonyoung, was out sick with a cold, leaving her to eat by herself. She didn’t mind too much, but the silence felt unusually loud that day.
She was absentmindedly picking at her lunch when a shadow appeared over her tray. She looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Taesan standing there, holding his own lunch.
“U-uh, what are you d-doing?” she stammered, blinking up at him.
Taesan didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her and began eating, eyes focused on his tray.
Y/n continued staring at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, he looked up.
“Are you not going to eat? Lunch is almost over.”
Startled, she blinked again and slowly began eating, her mind spinning with questions.
Why was he sitting with her?
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
What did he want?
That silent lunch together? It was just the beginning.
‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮
Sophomore year was when Y/n’s feelings for Taesan began to blossom.
Sungho’s friends were always hanging around her, but it was the way Taesan treated her that made falling for him feel inevitable.
It was Sports Day at school, and Y/n was up for the three-legged relay race with Wonyoung. She stood at the starting line, nervously fidgeting with the baton in her hand, her leg already tied to Wonyoung’s.
Wonyoung nudged her lightly. “Hey, look. It’s your brother and his loud friends—they must’ve just finished their tug-of-war match.”
Y/n glanced toward the direction Wonyoung pointed. There stood Sungho and his friends, still a little breathless from their event, waving wildly and holding up handmade signs with Y/n’s name scribbled across them in colorful markers. Her cheeks burned instantly at the scene.
“Woohoo! Let’s go, Y/n!” Jaehyun shouted, practically shaking the sign above his head. Wonyoung burst into laughter beside her while Y/n covered her face in embarrassment.
But as her eyes wandered across the group, they landed on him—Taesan. Amid the chaos, he wasn’t shouting or jumping. He simply smiled and mouthed, “Good luck.”
Her heart did a quiet flip.
The whistle blew, and she snapped back to the present.
Y/n and Wonyoung moved in near-perfect sync, their arms locked together and steps aligned with practiced rhythm. They were in the lead, cheers erupting from both sides of the field. But just as they rounded the final curve, two figures from Class 2A—Jung Hyejin and Park Minsoul—caught up beside them.
Before Y/n could even react, Jung Hyejin reached out and shoved her sharply.
Y/n stumbled, hitting the ground with a rough thud as her knee scraped against the gravel. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.
“Oopsies. Sorry,” Jung Hyejin said with a smug smile, not even breaking stride.
“Y/n! Are you okay?” Wonyoung asked frantically, crouching to help her up.
With clenched teeth, Y/n nodded and pushed through the pain, letting Wonyoung guide her back up. Despite the setback, they managed to finish their leg of the race and pass the baton to their teammates.
When their final runner crossed the finish line just ahead of Class 2A, Y/n and Wonyoung threw their arms around each other in exhausted triumph.
But as Y/n landed back on her feet, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her ankle.
“Ah!” she yelped, instinctively grabbing her leg.
Wonyoung’s expression turned panicked. “You’re hurt—Y/n, sit down. I’ll get the nurse—”
But before either of them could move, someone was already crouching in front of Y/n.
“Get on,” Taesan said, turning his head toward her. His voice was steady, but his gaze flicked anxiously to her ankle.
Y/n blinked in surprise. “W-What?”
“I’ll take you to the nurse,” he repeated, more softly this time.
Still dazed, Y/n hesitated until Wonyoung nudged her with a knowing smile. She climbed onto Taesan’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. The crowd around them parted as he made his way through, his pace careful but steady.
Y/n buried her face in the crook of his neck, partly from the embarrassment of all the stares—but also, quietly, because it just felt safe there. She didn’t see the way Taesan’s ears turned bright red the moment her hair brushed his cheek, the faint scent of her peach-scented shampoo making his heart race faster than it ever did on the field.
Inside the empty nurse’s office, Taesan gently lowered her onto one of the beds.
“The nurse isn’t here,” he muttered, scanning the cabinets. After a moment, he pulled out a first aid kit and returned to her side.
“Hold still,” he said, crouching in front of her again.
“Ah—” Y/n winced as he slid off her shoe.
“Sorry,” he murmured. His touch was careful, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examined her now-swollen ankle. The purple bruising was already beginning to spread. He dabbed ointment gently across it before wrapping the bandage with skillful hands and tying it off with a neat knot.
Y/n’s face was warm with unspoken feelings as she watched him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Taesan looked up at her and offered a small, reassuring smile. Her heart skipped a beat.
‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮
Junior year was when Taesan discovered Y/n’s feelings.
She was out with Sungho on one of their occasional sibling days, walking through town when she spotted a familiar face across the street.
“Oh look, there’s Taesan,” Sungho said, pointing.
Y/n’s heart jolted in her chest. She looked over just as a shorter girl ran up to Taesan and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Y/n felt her breath catch, an unfamiliar tightness blooming in her chest.
“Tae—”
Before Sungho could call out to him, Y/n tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go,” she said quickly.
Sungho gave her a confused look but nodded.
The next day, Y/n found herself lost in thought, still replaying the moment from yesterday. The image of Taesan hugging another girl clung to her like a shadow. She walked the hallways with her head down, not even noticing where she was going—until she bumped hard into someone.
She rubbed her forehead, groaning. “Ugh…”
“Y/n?”
She looked up and froze. It was him.
Taesan smiled. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, forcing a wave. “Yeah. I’m gonna head to class.”
Before he could respond, she stepped around him and hurried away.
Throughout the day, Y/n avoided him like a mission. She skipped lunch, stayed in her classroom, and even took alternate routes between periods. But Taesan noticed. And it bugged him.
After school, Y/n waited by the gates for Sungho, hoping to slip away unnoticed.
“Y/n!” a voice called out.
She turned to see Choi Hyunwoo, a classmate, jogging over with her notebook in hand.
“You left this behind in class,” he said, handing it over.
“Oh! Thanks, Hyunwoo,” she said with a smile.
From a distance, Sungho and his friends walked out, Jaehyun spotting them first.
“Oh hey, there’s Y/n! Wait—who’s that guy she’s with?” he asked.
They looked over just in time to see Hyunwoo say goodbye and walk off, leaving Y/n smiling after him. Taesan’s jaw tightened.
“Pretty sure that’s her classmate,” Sungho muttered as they approached.
Taesan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her smile.
“Oooo, who was that?” Jaehyun teased.
“Hyunwoo. He’s in my class,” Y/n replied.
Taesan rolled his eyes.
The walk to Sungho and Y/n’s house was quiet—at least on her part. She avoided walking near Taesan, switching her pace constantly to make sure they didn’t end up side by side. Every time he tried to speak, she turned to someone else. Taesan’s patience wore thin with each silent rejection.
As they reached her front gate, Taesan reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Wait,” he said. “You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Y/n.”
Sungho raised a brow but shrugged, walking in with the others.
Once they were alone, Y/n tried pulling her hand back, but Taesan held on.
“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.
“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, eyes focused anywhere but on him.
Taesan took a step closer. “Do you like that classmate of yours?”
Y/n scowled, finally meeting his gaze. “Why does it matter? That’s none of your business.”
Her frustration flared. “Why do you even care what me and Hyunwoo do?”
Something flickered in Taesan’s eyes at the way she said it—me and Hyunwoo.
“Shouldn’t you be worried about the girl you were with yesterday?” she snapped before she could stop herself.
Taesan blinked, stunned. “Girl?”
He suddenly looked amused. “You mean… my sister?”
Y/n’s heart dropped. “Sister?”
“Yeah. She was visiting for the weekend,” he said. “Wait—did you see us?”
Y/n looked down, mortified.
Realization hit Taesan like a truck, and a sly grin spread across his face.
“Were you… jealous?”
Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No!”
“Do you like me?” he asked, eyes glittering with amusement.
Her face turned crimson.
“I—I’m going inside!” she stammered, spinning on her heel and rushing toward the door.
Behind her, Taesan’s laughter rang out through the evening air.
‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮
The beginning of senior year was when Y/n and Taesan officially started dating.
And from the moment Taesan found out Y/n liked him, the teasing never stopped.
“So, when did you first start liking me? Don’t be shy.”
“So when you blushed that one time, it wasn’t just the heat, huh? I knew it.”
“I always thought it was cute how flustered you got around me. I just didn’t know I was the reason.”
“What’s that look for? Don’t tell me you’re imagining us holding hands or something.”
And when Jaehyun and his big mouth found out… so did the others. No one was safe.
“Y/n likes Taesan?!” Jaehyun had shouted like he was announcing breaking news.
“Wait till I tell mom about this.”
“Awww little Y/n has a crush~ Should we start planning the wedding or what?”
It was a normal Tuesday for Y/n. She woke up, got ready, and headed to school with Sungho, who, despite acting normal, kept throwing her subtle, knowing glances over his shoulder—ones she was too sleepy to notice. He just hummed to himself as they walked, a smirk twitching on his lips.
Midway to school, Jaehyun and Riwoo joined them. Jaehyun greeted her with a suspiciously bright smile, Riwoo waving with his usual quiet charm. She thought nothing of it.
What she did find strange was the way the three boys kept giggling and whispering behind her back.
“Do you think she’ll cry?”
Y/n turned around once, squinting. “What are you guys talking about?”
“Nothing,” Jaehyun replied, grinning like a little gremlin. “It’s a normal day, Y/n. Totally normal.”
Y/n narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
Once they reached the school gates, Y/n waved goodbye to them and headed to her classroom. She was surprised to find it… peaceful.
Almost too peaceful.
No Taesan lurking at the end of the hallway. No sly remarks whispered behind her ear. Just… silence.
Part of her was relieved. She wouldn’t have to walk around school with a bright red face today.
But another part of her found the quiet unsettling.
Class went by uneventfully. The lecture was dull, and even the teacher seemed half-asleep. As the bell rang for their mid-morning break, Y/n sighed in contentment, resting her chin on her desk.
Finally. Ten minutes to nap before the next class.
She’d just closed her eyes when—
BANG.
The classroom door slammed open, making several students jump. Jaehyun stood in the doorway, out of breath, wild-eyed, and absolutely beaming.
Before she could finish, Jaehyun marched over, grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her out of the classroom.
“H-Hey! What’s going on?!” she yelped, stumbling behind him as everyone in the class turned to watch.
“Emergency,” Jaehyun said cryptically. “Come on.”
“Emergency?! What kind of emergency?!” Y/n asked, eyes wide as she tried to keep up.
“A good one,” he replied with a mischievous grin, looking suspiciously like someone who’d just pulled off a heist.
As they sped down the hallways, her classmates’ concerned stares followed her, whispers trailing in their wake.
“Where are you taking me, Jaehyun?! What’s going on?!”
He didn’t answer—just gave her a wink and picked up the pace.
Jaehyun kept dragging her through the halls like a man on a mission. Y/n was still half-asleep and totally confused.
“Seriously, where are we going?!”
“You’ll see,” Jaehyun said over his shoulder, his voice practically bubbling with excitement.
After a few more turns and a nearly-collided-with-a-teacher moment, he finally stopped right in front of the music room.
Standing outside were Sungho, Riwoo, and Leehan, all lined up like bodyguards. They straightened up when they saw her, trying and failing to hide their grins.
Sungho gave her a thumbs up. “Good luck.”
“Good luck with what?!” Y/n spun to Jaehyun, just as he reached for the door handle.
“Time to go, Y/n,” he said with a wink, and without warning—
he pushed her inside.
Y/n stumbled forward, almost tripping over her own feet. The door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly everything was quiet.
The lights inside were dimmed, the curtains drawn shut. The soft hum of a speaker filled the space, and a spotlight in the center of the room flickered on.
And there, standing under it—was Taesan.
Her eyes widened. “Taesan?”
He was holding a mic, hands a little shaky, but his eyes locked on hers the moment she stepped in. He gave her a soft, slightly nervous smile.
“Hey,” he said. “Before you say anything… just let me do this.”
Music started playing—soft, acoustic, something clearly composed for this moment. His voice came in gentle, low, a little unsure at first but steadily growing stronger with every verse.
Don’t wither like a flower, stay beautiful forever
Please be my first and last forever
So that I can still feel the thrill of first love
So that I can say you were beautiful, even though time passes
Y/n stood frozen in place, heart pounding so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, unsure whether to run away, cry, or just stand there and melt.
The music faded out.
Taesan lowered the mic, taking a deep breath. Then, he stepped closer to her.
“I know I've been teasing you a lot,” he said, eyes earnest now, voice a little rough from nerves. “And it probably annoys the hell out of you. But I meant every word of that song.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out—a small, simple bracelet made of blue thread and tiny silver charms.
“I made this,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “With Riwoo’s help, so if it falls apart in like a week, blame him.”
She let out a watery laugh, her hand covering her mouth.
Taesan looked at her, serious now. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”
Silence.
And then—from behind the door—someone sneezed. Loudly.
“JAEHYUN!” Riwoo hissed.
“Sorry, sorry! It was the dust!”
Y/n burst out laughing, eyes shining with tears.
She stepped forward, heart full, and took the bracelet from Taesan’s hand.
“You’re such a dork,” she whispered.
“But you like me anyway,” he whispered back, grinning.
Y/n nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah… I do.”
And just like that, Taesan beamed, the teasing replaced with something softer, sweeter.
The door flung open and their friends all spilled in, cheering and shouting like a football team had just won.
“FINALLY!” Jaehyun cried, lifting Sungho in the air.
“I’m crying,” Riwoo said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Someone pass the tissues.”
Taesan rolled his eyes, pulling Y/n close and shielding her from the chaos.
“Don’t mind them,” he murmured into her hair. “They’ve just been waiting forever for this.”
hi hello thank you for your concern 🥹 i am okay! i’ve just been working on a few imagines and writing them out to post while i figure out the storyline for OUR!
Taesan mumbled the lyrics under his breath as he wandered aimlessly through campus, his Music Theory lecture still echoing faintly in his mind. His thoughts meandered until something — or rather, someone — snapped him out of his daze.
A familiar silhouette just ahead made his heart stutter.
A smile tugged at his lips as he recognized the figure. Without thinking twice, he pulled his headphones down around his neck and quickened his pace, his long strides effortlessly closing the distance.
“Y/n!” he called out.
She turned at the sound of her name, her eyes widening in surprise before her face lit up with a smile.
“Taesan, hi!” she greeted, cheeks tinged with a soft pink. She gave a small wave with her free hand, the other gripping the handle of a bulky art case.
“Where are you headed?” he asked, nodding toward the case she carried.
“The art studio,” she replied with a warm grin.
Before she could say another word, Taesan gently slid the case out of her grasp.
“Wait—what are you—?”
“I’ll come with you,” he beamed, already walking beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Y/n blinked, then let out a quiet giggle. “Okay then.”
They walked side by side, wrapped in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, Taesan snuck glances at her, heart fluttering at how the sunlight caught in her hair, or how her nose crinkled just slightly when she smiled to herself.
Y/n noticed, of course. His not-so-subtle glances were like little sparks, and she couldn’t keep the small, amused smile from forming on her lips. Her cheeks stayed warm, not just from the sun.
Taesan finally broke the silence. “Hey, Y/n.”
She looked up at him, curious. “Yeah?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers fidgeting. “I saw your post about Mrs. Han, and Sunoo commented that you’re going to ‘disappear for a month’ or something. Is that true?”
Y/n laughed, the sound bright and effortless. “Sunoo’s just being dramatic, as usual.”
She looked up at him as they walked. “When I’ve got a ton of assignments and a big project, I sort of... go ghost. I focus on work and barely leave my house. I check my phone sometimes, but I don’t really text back unless it’s urgent.”
Taesan nodded slowly. “So… you’re not going to vanish off the face of the earth?”
Y/n shook her head, smiling. “Of course not. Besides, if you want to talk to me, you’ve got my number. And my socials. I might not reply instantly, but I’ll definitely reply.”
Taesan blinked. “W-wait, I can text you?”
She tilted her head, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “I mean you have my number, don’t you? What, were you planning to just look at it and never use it?”
His ears turned bright red. “N-no! I just didn’t wanna... bother you or anything.”
Y/n nudged him with her shoulder playfully. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. In fact, I’d be kinda disappointed if you didn’t.”
Taesan choked on his breath, heart stuttering again.
By the time they reached the studio, Taesan was sure he could hear his pulse louder than his footsteps. He followed Y/n inside, taking in the cozy chaos of the room filled with art supplies, unfinished projects, and sun-dappled windows.
“You can put my case over there,” Y/n said, pointing to a long table tucked in the corner. She flicked the lights on and began unpacking her laptop and sketchbooks.
Taesan obediently carried the case over, setting it down carefully before turning to find her already seated, flipping through her sketchpad. He stood awkwardly, unsure if he should leave or linger.
He kinda looked like this: 🧍🏻♂️.
Y/n noticed. She glanced at him over her shoulder and patted the empty seat beside her. “You’re not just gonna stand there, are you? Come sit.”
Taesan looked around, then pointed to himself. “Me?”
Y/n snorted. “No, the ghost behind you. Yes, you, dummy.”
Taesan’s ears turned scarlet as he dropped his bag and slid into the seat beside her. Idiot, he thought to himself.
He watched in quiet awe as Y/n pulled out her sketches and plans. Her art was raw but beautiful, expressive in ways words couldn’t be. He found himself leaning closer, eyes wide.
“You’re insanely talented,” he said, genuinely impressed.
Y/n blushed. “Ah, I’m really not…”
“I’m serious!” he said, holding up one of her sketches. “This? This is a masterpiece. And it’s just a sketch!”
Y/n ducked her head, cheeks glowing. “Thank you.”
They fell into a rhythm—Y/n sketching, Taesan pulling out his laptop to tweak a song idea. Every now and then, Taesan tossed out a cheeky comment just to make her laugh or fluster her, and Y/n threw a few playful remarks right back. Their energy was magnetic, the kind of spark that didn’t need words to be understood.
It felt... natural. Like this was how it had always been. Like this was how it was supposed to be.
Suddenly, the studio door creaked open. Both of them turned.
Sungho stepped in with his own art case, freezing in the doorway when he saw the two of them.
His surprised expression melted into a knowing smirk.
“Hey, guys,” he said, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, Sungho hyung,” Taesan greeted, raising a brow suspiciously.
“Don’t mind me,” Sungho said casually, walking to a table on the opposite side. “Just here to work. I’ll be very quiet and won’t disturb the cute couple—uh, I mean, friends—over there.”
Y/n let out a short laugh, glancing at Taesan with an amused shrug before going back to her sketchbook, her cheeks burning.
Taesan rolled his eyes but didn’t miss the growing smirk on Sungho’s face. The older boy discreetly pulled out his phone and, with a not-so-sneaky snap, took a picture of them sitting close together.
Oh yeah. He was definitely sending that to the group chat.
☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ
SUMMARY: Yang Y/n thought she was texting her friend Seeun's new number that she got from her brother, but instead of messaging Yoon Seeun, she had been texting Park Seeun—her crush!
GENRE: fake text, wrong number, imagine, fluff
A/N: my first xikers post! this is also a sneak peak/hint to something i am working on for the future (yes it is a smau) 😁
