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This is an Enhypen-dedicated blog. But I have a few enhypen fics on my other blog too.

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[mukieissukie]

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[haeonniie]

·•—–٠ #TEDDIEZ ٠—–•·

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description!: fluff, idol woonhak x idol reader, reader in kiss of life (no i dont support their birthday life) - face claim is haneul - i dont ship idols - i only use her flace claim, reader in 2nd pov, intended lowercase, both written and smau (lmk if i missed anything!)

When 4 BOYNEXTDOOR members appears on Y/N’s Cozy Sofa, Woonhak is unexpectedly flustered by the calm, slightly older host and the show’s intimate atmosphere, his reactions impossible to hide. A viewer question about his type exposes his fondness for older girls, earning endless teasing from his members, but once the cameras stop rolling, Woonhak finds the courage to ask for Y/N’s number, turning a simple talk show into the quiet start of something soft and unexpected.

pairing: idol woonhak x idol reader

word count: 2.9k

authors note!: hi luvliesss! This is such a back ordered request, i dont even know if anon still wants it but here you go! I decided to do both a smau and written - a new style really! The smau was inspired by @gentiliana 's #BLACKKATZ smau oneshot! (I absolutely adore that oneshot!) Anywho! I recommend reading this to daisy by wave to earth! Thank you all, MUAH! 💙

reblogs and comments are very very much appreciated~ 🥹🫶🏻

The moment some members of BOYNEXTDOOR arrived at the studio, Woonhak already felt different.

Not nervous.

Nervous was something he’d outgrown, somewhere between debut stages and screaming crowds, nerves had learned to settle into something manageable. Cameras didn’t scare him. Audiences didn’t either.

But this place felt… exposed.

The studio was smaller than usual, walls washed in cool tones instead of harsh whites. The lights weren’t blinding, they were soft, deliberate, like they were meant to catch expressions instead of performances. There weren’t many staff members moving around, no frantic energy, just quiet efficiency.

The kind of place where tiny reactions couldn’t hide.

Where a glance lingered too long, or a blush bloomed too fast, and everyone would see it.

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Woonhak swallowed.

In the green room, he caught his reflection in the mirror again and lifted a hand to smooth his hair, just a little, barely touching it.

“Why are you fixing your hair so much?” Jaehyun muttered from behind him, arms crossed, clearly amused.

“I’m not,” Woonhak said immediately.

His hand went back up. Again.

Sungho leaned into view beside him, eyebrow lifting slowly. “You are.”

Woonhak dropped his hand like he’d been caught doing something illegal. He turned away from the mirror, tugging lightly at the sleeve of his jacket instead, fingers worrying the fabric.

“Hyung,” he said, aiming for casual and missing by a mile, “what’s the host like?”

Sungho blinked. “The host?”

“Yeah. I heard she’s… good.”

Great description. Amazing. Ten out of ten.

Taesan, who had been scrolling on his phone, looked up way too fast. “Why?”

The tone alone made Woonhak stiffen.

“You interested?” Taesan added, already grinning.

“No!” Woonhak said, too loud. “I'm just-”

He stopped himself, exhaled, then muttered, “…curious.”

That was as honest as he was willing to be.

Jaehyun smirked. “You’re never curious.”

“I am sometimes,” Woonhak shot back, defensive.

“Not like this.”

Before they could pile on him properly, a staff member appeared at the door, clipboard in hand. “BOYNEXTDOOR, we’re ready for you.”

Saved.

They stood and filed out, teasing promises thrown his way as they followed the staff down the hallway. Woonhak tried to shake off the strange tight feeling in his chest as they stepped closer to the set.

And then…

He saw you.

You were seated at first, flipping through cue cards, but you stood up the moment the group entered. The movement was smooth, practiced, not rushed, not stiff. Cue cards tucked under one arm, you smiled as you greeted them, and it wasn’t the kind of smile idols were used to.

It wasn’t overly polite.

It wasn’t calculated.

It was warm. Steady. Real.

The room seemed to quiet around you.

You greeted each member by name, making eye contact, reacting genuinely to their introductions, laughing softly, nodding along, asking small follow-up questions even before filming began. Not once did your attention drift.

Then your gaze landed on him.

Woonhak felt it before he registered it, like something tugging lightly at his awareness. He looked up.

Your eyes met his.

There was a flicker there, brief and unreadable. Recognition, maybe. Or amusement. Like you’d noticed something small and interesting and decided to keep it to yourself.

His breath hitched.

He looked away first.

Immediately.

Smooth. So smooth.

He focused on the couch, on the floor, on literally anything that wasn’t your expression, heat creeping up the back of his neck. He could feel the members shifting beside him, could sense the way they were already clocking his reaction.

Great.

Fantastic start.

As he took his seat, Woonhak told himself to get it together.

It was just a talk show.

Just another schedule.

And yet, as he glanced up again, carefully this time, and caught you watching him with that same calm, knowing smile, he had the sinking feeling that this was going to be anything but normal.

── ✦۶ৎ

Filming started with a soft chime and a quiet cue from the director.

Woonhak straightened automatically, posture snapping into place the way it always did once the cameras rolled. He’d done this hundreds of times, smile when needed, laugh on cue, answer clearly. Muscle memory really.

Still, he was hyperaware of everything.

The warmth of the lights.

The way the couch dipped slightly when he shifted.

The presence of you just a little too close for comfort.

“Hi luvlies!,” you said smoothly, voice calm and bright as you faced the camera. “Today on Cozy Sofa with Y/n, we’re joined by 4 BOYNEXTDOOR members!~”

The members greeted in unison, polished and confident.

You turned toward them, nodding appreciatively. “Thank you for coming. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Your eyes swept across the group, and paused, just for a second, on Woonhak.

Not long enough to be obvious.

Long enough for him to notice.

“So,” you continued, “you’ve been incredibly busy lately. How are you holding up?”

Sungho answered first, dependable as always. Jaehyun chimed in with a joke, earning a laugh. The atmosphere loosened quickly, conversation flowing easily.

Too easily.

You were good at this. Better than most hosts they’d met. You didn’t rush answers, didn’t interrupt, let silences breathe instead of filling them. It made everything feel closer. More personal.

Woonhak stayed quiet, listening, nodding along.

Then,

“You’re the youngest right?,” you said, turning slightly toward him.

His head snapped up. “Yes.”

The single word came out sharper than he meant.

You smiled gently. “Onedoors common question to you is, does being the maknae come with pressure?”

He thought about it. “A little. But my hyungs take good care of me.”

Taesan scoffed. “That’s debatable.”

You laughed, eyes crinkling, then looked back at Woonhak. “And you? Do you rely on them much?”

He hesitated. “…Sometimes.”

There was something about the way you asked, like you actually wanted to know, not like you were following a script.

“You don’t seem like someone who leans on others easily,” you said.

The words landed softly. Precisely.

Woonhak blinked. “I don’t?”

You tilted your head, studying him. “You feel… steady. Like you’re the kind of person others lean on instead.”

The room shifted.

It was subtle, but the members felt it too.

Sungho glanced at him.

Taesan’s lips twitched.

Jaehyun leaned back, eyes sparkling with interest.

Woonhak’s ears burned.

“I…I try my best,” he said, suddenly very aware of his hands resting in his lap.

Your smile widened, not teasing, not mocking. Almost fond. “It shows.”

For the rest of the segment, you kept the focus balanced, asking about music, about teamwork, about their future goals. But somehow, Woonhak kept being drawn in.

A follow-up question here.

A soft “what about you?” there.

Every time, his answers grew a little quieter. A little more honest.

And every time, the members noticed.

During a quick game segment, you stepped closer to explain the rules, and ended up standing beside him. Close enough that he could smell your perfume, light and clean.

“You okay?” you murmured, too low for the mic to catch.

He nodded quickly. “Yes.”

You smiled. “You’re doing great, don’t be shy.”

That was it.

That was all it took.

His heart kicked hard against his ribs, and for the first time since debut, Woonhak forgot entirely about the camera.

As you moved back to your seat, he watched you, really watched you, and realized, with a strange mix of panic and excitement.

This wasn’t just a schedule.

This was dangerous.

── ✦۶ৎ

The lights softened across the set of, pastel pinks and creams reflecting gently off the walls and cushions. The camera blinked on, and Woonhak sat up straighter on the sofa, hands clasped tightly in his lap. Muscle memory told him to smile, but his brain refused to cooperate, he could feel your gaze, calm and steady, like it was pulling him in, quietly examining every little reaction.

You held your cue cards lightly, flipping through them slowly, fingers brushing the edges. Then you looked up, eyes bright and curious, and spoke in that soft, unhurried way you always did.

“This next question,” you began, tilting your head slightly, “is from one of our viewers. They want to know…” Your voice lingered just a little, teasing without ever being obvious, “…what kind of person Woonhak likes.”

Woonhak froze entirely. His stomach flipped. His hands tightened so much he thought they might turn white.

“Oh- uh- me?” he blurted out before realizing what he’d said, his eyes wide and panicked. He immediately shook his head, turning red from the tips of his ears to the nape of his neck. “I mean- no! I mean- someone else! I- uh-”

The members were immediately on alert.

Taesan leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ohhh, this is good.”

Jaehyun was biting back laughter, shoulders shaking as he muttered under his breath, “He’s dead.”

Sungho just stared at him, eyebrows twitching, like he had a front-row seat to Woonhak’s emotional unraveling.

You laughed softly, low and warm, letting the tension stretch for a second longer. “Not me,” you said, lightly, “just… tell us. What kind of person do you like?”

Woonhak’s mouth opened and closed a few times. His heart was hammering so loudly he was certain the microphone would pick it up. “…Someone… older,” he said finally, voice small, faltering. “Someone confident… steady. Someone who… talks a lot and… listens.” His words stumbled over themselves, embarrassed to be this honest in front of cameras, and you.

Your eyes lit up, brightening like you’d just uncovered a little treasure. You leaned slightly forward, tilting your head in that curious-but-genuine way, letting your gaze settle on him. “Older, huh?” you murmured, soft and teasing. “Steady, confident, someone who talks a lot… and listens.” You repeated his words slowly, like tasting them, letting each adjective linger in the air. “Sounds very… Woonhak-coded.”

His hands gripped the edge of the sofa beneath him. His ears burned red, his chest pounding. “I- I didn’t mean-” he started, voice faltering, but you waved it off with a gentle, understanding smile.

“It’s fine,” you said, leaning back slightly, crossing your legs elegantly. “It’s… really cute, actually. I like hearing honesty.”

He wanted to melt into the cushions. He wanted to disappear. And yet, somehow, he wanted to stay exactly where he was, because your smile made the sofa feel warmer, the lights softer, the whole room smaller and… closer.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the members trying to behave like adults. Taesan ’s lips twitched in a barely-contained smirk. Jaehyun was absolutely cackling silently behind his hand. Sungho shook his head in mock despair, muttering, “Oh, it’s over.”

Woonhak blinked at you, heart racing, trying to focus on anything besides how your gaze lingered, how you leaned just slightly toward him, how soft your voice sounded, how safe yet exposing this little sofa could feel.

He tried to speak, but his words caught in his throat. He swallowed hard. “I… I guess… I just feel comfortable with someone older. Someone who… knows themselves. Someone who… makes me feel calm.”

You smiled wider this time, gentle and approving. “That makes perfect sense,” you said, voice warm and steady, “and honestly… that’s exactly the kind of honesty we love here.”

The segment moved on, but Woonhak couldn’t stop thinking about your words, or your gaze. Every time you turned to the other members, he found his eyes drifting back to you. He could still feel the warmth in your tone, the softness of your presence. The cozy sofa beneath him suddenly felt like the safest place and the most dangerous one at the same time.

Because for the first time in a long time, he realized that the “type” he had just admitted… was right here in the room.

And he was completely, utterly doomed.

── ✦۶ৎ

The final camera light blinked off, and the director clapped quietly.

“That’s a wrap for Cozy Sofa with Y/N,” someone said, and the crew started quietly moving around, adjusting lights and picking up cue cards.

Woonhak leaned back slightly on the sofa, trying to exhale without making it obvious that his heart was still racing. He felt like he’d just run a marathon in slow motion, every glance, every word from you had burned straight through him.

The studio was quiet now, most of the staff already packing up equipment. The bright set lights had dimmed, leaving a softer glow over the pink-and-cream cushions.

Woonhak stayed seated a moment longer, heart still hammering from the teasing storm his members had unleashed. He couldn’t stop replaying the episode in his head: your calm smile, the gentle way you asked about his type, how your gaze had lingered just a little too long.

He tugged at the sleeve of his jacket again. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“…Okay,” he muttered to himself, voice barely audible. “Time to… just ask.”

He stood, hands slightly trembling, and looked around. The other members were busy talking to the staff, teasing remarks still escaping here and there, but none were watching him now. Good. Focus. You were still there, tidying your cue cards, soft smile playing on your lips.

“Y/N noona?” he called, voice shaking slightly, making him want to smack himself.

You looked up, curious. “Yes?”

He cleared his throat. “Uh… I- um… can I… maybe- have your number?”

The words came out awkward, rushed, yet earnest, his ears turning bright red before he even noticed.

You blinked, and for a heartbeat, he worried he’d made a mistake.

Then your smile widened, not teasing, not judgmental, just warm. “I was hoping you’d ask,” you said softly, reaching for your phone.

He felt like he’d just been lifted off the ground. His hands fumbled as you handed it to him. “Oh, uh, okay. Right.”

He typed it in, trying not to shake too much. Every movement felt slow and monumental. You watched quietly, gentle presence steadying him more than he expected.

Once it was done, he finally exhaled. “…There. Got it.”

You tucked your phone away with another soft smile. “Good. I’m glad you asked.”

Woonhak blinked, heart still racing. “Me too… I- uh- thank you.”

For a moment, they just stood there, a quiet comfort settling between them, the kind of calm that only comes after a storm of embarrassment and teasing.

Behind him, he could still hear the faint chatter of the boys, clearly continuing to tease him from a distance, but for the first time, Woonhak didn’t care.

Because right here, right now, he had done it.

And you were smiling at him.

And somehow, that made the entire chaotic day feel… perfect.

── ✦۶ৎ

“Hyung…” Woonhak murmured, trying to be casual as he tugged at his sleeve. They were now in the greenrooms.

“Don’t hyung me.” Jaehyun echoed, turning fully toward him. “You mean… you? What happened in there?”

Taesan was already leaning forward, elbows on his knees, eyes sparkling. “Ohhhhhh, I saw that. I saw it. Don’t even try to hide it.”

Woonhak froze. “I- what? I didn’t-”

Sungho raised an eyebrow, voice low and teasing. “You did, actually. Every time she asked a question, your face went… pink. Full-on tomato mode.”

Woonhak’s hands flew to his face. “I… I can’t help it!”

“You can’t help it?” Taesan laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Dude, she asked the viewers’ question, your type, and you, ” He gasped dramatically, pointing a finger. “You literally admitted you like older girls!”

“Hyung, I- ” Woonhak tried to explain, but Jaehyun cut him off.

“Oh admit it!” Jaehyun said, voice sharp with laughter. “You like her! Right now, she’s probably still sitting there and smiling at how red your ears are!”

Woonhak groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Stop! You guys are exaggerating!”

Taesan leaned back, smirking. “Exaggerating? Bro… the whole studio knows now. Viewers are going to clip that part.”

“Yeah,” Taesan added, shaking his head, “we’re never letting you live this down, ever.”

Woonhak peeked through his fingers at them, mortified. “I- YAHHH! this isn’t funny!”

“It’s hilarious,” Sungho corrected, grinning from ear to ear. “Absolutely hilarious. She asked you a simple question, and your brain just… short-circuited. Every word was perfect for a romantic drama!”

He felt like melting into the sofa. Every member was practically leaning in to tease him, and his entire body was screaming embarrassment.

“Just wait until the episode airs,” Jaehyun said, shaking his head, trying not to laugh outright. “The internet’s gonna explode. ‘Woonhak likes older girls’, hollywood material.”

Woonhak groaned so loudly the staff glanced over, but the members were relentless.

Taesan leaned closer, whispering with mock seriousness, “You’re doomed. Doomed, Kim Woonhak. And I’m keeping a journal of every flustered look.”

Woonhak buried his face further in the cushions. “I’m never answering another question ever again!”

“You will,” Sungho said, smiling, “because she’s going to ask again next time. And you’ll be just as red.”

Woonhak let out a long, defeated sigh, knowing they were absolutely right. And somewhere deep down, beneath the embarrassment, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you smiled at him.

Even if the members made him feel like he’d been broadcast on loop, he couldn’t deny… it had been worth it.

── ✦۶ৎ

thank you for reading to the end!~ muah! 💕

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[mukieissukie]

reblogging this cuz WOONHAK x Noona neomu yeppo

[mylovesstuffs]

🔖 thank you @shinysobi for tagging me in this quiz!

and im different in sm and irl

tagging @iknowimanicon @nothoughtsjustfic @eclipsaria @cheers-to-you-th @hanniehaeo and anyone else who wants to join!

[from-izzy]

thank you for including me yuki!

it's actually crazy how accurate this is?! and they even got my mbti from 12 questions?! 🫣 the weaknesses, likes and dislikes is very accurate 🥰 and honestly...it's all just accurate yeah-

join in: @jaehunnyy @chimivx @minkieater @yestodayys @stxrrywoo @mingoooossii @03jyh23 @mars101 @slytherinshua @blue-jisungs @callisrecords and anyone else who wants to!

[blue-jisungs]

haha why… are we calling me out….. haha … ha…………. THANK U FOR THE TAG THO IT WAS REALLY INTERESFING!!!

tagging @trashcigs @loserlvrss @slytherinshua @lusayyawnn @lexeees @weird-bookworm

[lusayyawnn]

OKAY WHAT THE HECK THIS IS PRETTY ACCURATE...

tagging : @page-yerin @tanghuyuj @yesongi @ivehan @mydearyeseo @overtheggum @lovuimuse @floviera

[ivehan]

wait this is lowk accurate (ty bae for tagging me 💗)

tagging: @gentiliana @moesthinking @taestulipss @mydearyeseo @beomtomie @coriihanniee @haeonniie @hrtsdani

[haeonniie]

Grah thank you bae for tagging me 🫶🏻🥹

THIS IS HIGHKEY SO ACCURATE??? Ive been telling my friends i wanted to reincanate as a rock / jellyfish in my next life 😭

tagging: @kwnnies @mukieissukie @prodvie + anyone else who wants to join!

[mukieissukie]

Thankyouu @haeonniie for tagging me<333

This is too accurate, even got my MBTI right!!

tagging: @xzinbdg, @pupillary

[snow-flake-writes]

KPOP TIME!

I thought I’d start this one cause it looked really fun. I nominate my boo @thebibleophile to join!

(All pictures belong to their rightful owners on Pinterest)

So i wasnt sure if they wanted us to type in our face kpop group to search, or just put “kpop”. So…I did both! Mostly cause I wasn’t satisfied with the first one…

Kpop lyric, lightstick, concept photo, binder, idol, album cover, concert, laptop, and pegboard:

[thebibleophile]

Okay soooo yours is cute! Let’s see what I get…. Kinda scared

Kpop lyric, lightstick, concept photo

Binder, idol, album cover

Concert, laptop, pegboard

@snow-flake-writes wow… sooooo very different from yours. I think it fits us though😌

So I nominate my pals

(No pressure ofc)

@atetheluck @soupslvt @ayedomino008 @hearteubeateuxz

[hearteubeateuxz-deactivated2026]

Bro yours are so accurate! Mine are pretty random 💔

No Pressure Tags: @llitssn, @lizal1cious, @love-bitesx, @pineapple-burgah, @saeivra, @dwaekkii, @itsraininghyunebuckets, @mydearlybeloathed, @koure-sama

[saerachandesu]

ooo okay thank you lovely lemme c😋

noo pressure : @orimuraa @koiiq ♡

[orimuraa]

ahhh tysm for the tag saesae!!!

lyric, lightstick, concept photo, binder, idol, album cover, concert, laptop, and pegboard!

no pressure >< @yooniso, @chrrific, @yeuvio, @j4eyxn, @koiiq

[yeuvio]

ty for the tag jiji bby ><!!! kinda did twist with the concert one cus I used my own photo but.. hehe

tagging . . . @minitannies @xoxiaojun @amatariki

[xoxiaojun]

thank you for tagging me cutie ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ here’s mine !!

when yo pinterest know but you but also doesn’t ..

tagging — @cosmicalily @minkieater @dearlea @strrykais !

[minkieater]

this is so cutie 🙂‍↕️ thank you for the tag izaaa 🤍

no preshie tags @chimivx @stxrrywoo @17teezers @from-izzy @ikeukiss @bananayuyu + anyone else who wants to join (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[17teezers]

omg so this is cute (even tho i barely stan most of these groups) but tysm for the tag tace <33

tagging: @kwnnies @featxuhao @ja3hwa @sangis-puppy @everyonewooeverywhere + anybody else who wants to do it!!!

[yumangel]

thank u for the tag💋 it’s actually quote accurate i think?? anyways this was sm fun

tagging: @coriihanniee @beomtomie @haeonniie @choco-scoups + anyone who wants to join!!

[haeonniie]

Wahhh thank you @kwnnies for the tag! 🫶🏻

It's actually so accurate considering theyre both my ulties 🥹

Tagging: @ivehan , @beomtomie , @gentiliana , @mukieissukie + anyone who wants to join! 🫶🏻

[mukieissukie]

thankyou @haeonniie for the tag!!<33

Tagging: @xzinbdg, @pupillary

[haeonniie]

IMPORTANT‼️

Please reblog to spread awareness of such didgusting behaviour I experience first hand! (w screenshots)

This afternoon, i recieved a 'hello' text from an account that i dont even know

He says he was 'misled and carelessly flagged /(my) account instead of someone else's that he got in a argument with' He said i had the same handle and pfp as them. I have searched up handles and no one has the same handle as me (exactly or remotely) and i doubt they wld have exactly the same pfp as me. Because im a onedoor and onedoors are nice they wont get into fights and taesan is my pfp so...

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I also geniunely believed he actually flagged my account js to get that screen shot which im so pissed about because why are you reporting my account when i didnt even do anything??? Gang are we serious enough to think i start fights?

And so i played along because eh this is fun

^i was abit out of mind bc i js finished a lecture so ignore if i dont make sense and you can obviously tell i did not believe him and was just playing. His account was also obviously a bot account. All this happening whilst life is cool was playing in the bg 💔

Another thing that led me to believe it was a bot account was the amount of people he was following from different backgrounds.

^ ignore my enhypen game, im too lazy to crop

Please dont fall scams to such people, ive seen this happen before and saw posts warning people and im scared my mooties and luvlies will fall prey to such disgusting people. I know i might be a small writer account but that doesnt mean i won't fight back. Targetting smaller accounts is disgusting.

I love you guys so so much, please reblog this post so more people can be aware of such things 🫶🏻

ˋ°•*⁀➷ @haeonniie 🎐☘️

[mukieissukie]

(i) His response

♡♡♡Thankyou for reading♡♡♡

[mukieissukie]

(25) The Vlog

The crystal-clear water of the tropical beach shimmers in the background as Kazuha enthusiastically addresses her vlog camera. "Annyeong, Fearnots! We're finally here on our trip, and it's so beautiful!"

She spins the camera around, capturing the bright blue sky, the swaying palm trees, and the other Le Sserafim members relaxing on the sand.

Chaewon is relaxing with her eyes closed under an umbrella, Sakura is sitting beside her, knitting a scarf, Eunchae is building a sandcastle, and Yunjin is splashing in the shallows.

Kazuha pans the camera further, and there, in the distance, is Hana.

She’s walking along the shoreline, the waves gently lapping at her feet. She’s wearing a sleek, black, body-hugging swimsuit that accentuates her curves and highlights her long legs. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun, and she’s wearing oversized sunglasses, her face relaxed and content.

Kazuha smiles. "Everyone's enjoying the beautiful weather!" She smiles at the camera as the clip changes to them eating lunch at a beach restaurant.

A few days later, while Le Sserafim is still on their trip, the vlog is uploaded to their official YouTube channel. Within hours, it explodes in popularity. Fans gush over the stunning scenery, the members' adorable antics, and the overall vibe of carefree fun.

But it’s Hana’s brief appearance in the swimsuit that sends the internet into overdrive. Screenshots of her walking on the beach circulate on social media, with fans praising her figure, her confidence, and her effortless style.

That night, after the vlog drops and the internet buzzes with both love and hate, Hana sits on her hotel bed scrolling through the comments.

She sees the negativity, the baseless attacks on her character—but this time, something inside her feels different. She’s tired of hiding, tired of letting strangers dictate how she feels about herself.

With a determined breath, Hana opens her camera roll and selects her favorite photos from the beach. She thinks for a moment, then types out a caption that says it all:

In her hotel room, Hana smiles as she reads the flood of support. The hate is still there, but it feels smaller now—drowned out by the chorus of voices cheering her on. She feels lighter, freer, and more herself than she has in weeks.

As she sets her phone aside, she knows she’s done something important—not just for herself, but for every fan who’s ever doubted their worth.

Tonight, Hana chose confidence, and the world saw her shine.

♡♡♡Thankyou for reading♡♡♡

[haeonniie]

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔Wrapped In you᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

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description: fluff, comfort, happy tears, skinship, pet name (baby), idol taesan x idol reader, reader in 2nd person, established relationship, intended lowercase (lmk if i missed anything!)

Spending Christmas far from home leaves you quietly battling homesickness she doesn't know how to voice. When Taesan spends the day with her, small gestures, shared warmth, and unspoken understanding begin to fill the empty spaces. As the night stretches toward midnight, the quiet becomes something gentler-turning a lonely holiday into one neither of them will forget.

pairing: idolbf! Taesan x idolgf! Reader

qord count: 2.8k

author's note: happy christmas everyone!!! 🎄 Muah! Happy holidays! I'm actually proud of this fic i hope it does well 🥹, and uhm dont mind that reader didnt get taesan something, i couldnt think of anything ww. Love you guys MUAH! 😘💙 happy reading! I recommend reading this whilst listening to "Wrapped In You - Room."

Christmas morning arrives without ceremony.

You wake up because your phone vibrates against the mattress, not because someone’s calling your name from the kitchen or because the smell of food drifts down the hallway.

For a few seconds, you forget where you are. You expect warmth, noise, familiarity. Instead, you’re met with stillness, thin winter light pressing through the curtains, the room faintly cold despite the heater humming somewhere in the background. You turn onto your side and stare at the wall, blinking slowly.

Back home, Christmas mornings were never this quiet.

There was always movement, always something happening before you even opened your eyes. Someone arguing about music, someone else complaining it was too early, laughter slipping through half-open doors.

Here, the silence stretches on, heavy and unbroken, until it settles in your chest.

Your phone lights up again.

"Merry Christmas! - Mom"

Photos of trees you don’t recognise. Tables crowded with food. Smiling faces framed by warm yellow lights. You type out replies carefully, short, upbeat and convincing enough. You add hearts, snowflakes, little festive emojis.

You don’t mention the way your throat tightens or how your fingers pause before hitting send, like you’re bracing yourself. You tell yourself it’s fine. You chose this career, far from home. This is part of growing up, part of chasing something bigger.

Still, the ache doesn’t leave.

By the time Taesan visits you, you’ve already decided not to talk about it. He finds you sitting on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, scrolling through your phone again.

The room is decorated just enough to feel intentional, string lights looped along the shelves, a small tree glowing softly in the corner, but it still feels unfamiliar, like borrowed space.

“Morning baby,” he says, voice gentle.

“Morning,” you reply easily, smiling on instinct. You’re good at this part.

You always have been.

Taesan shrugs off his coat and sets it aside on the hanger, glancing around before his eyes return to you. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches, like he’s trying to read something written between the lines of your expression.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asks.

“Mm, not really.” “I can make something.” “That’s okay,” you say quickly.

Too quickly.

“I’m not that hungry.” He hums softly, accepting the answer without arguing, but he doesn’t stop looking at you.

There’s something careful about the way he sits down, not too close, not too far, like he’s trying not to spook you.

You talk about small things. Schedules. A video you watched earlier. Something funny a member said. You laugh at the right moments, nod when you should. From the outside, it probably looks normal.

Comfortable, even.

But every now and then, your attention drifts. Your gaze lingers on the blinking lights a little too long. You zone out mid-sentence and have to backtrack. Your smile slips when you think no one’s watching.

Taesan notices all of it.

“You’re quieter than usual,” he says eventually, tone light but observant. You shrug. “Am I?” “Yeah.” You force a small laugh. “Guess I’m just tired.” He accepts that answer the same way he accepts most things you give him, without pushing, without cornering you.

Still, he shifts closer, shoulder brushing yours, solid and warm. It’s subtle, but grounding, and you don’t pull away.

Later, as evening settles in, the cold seems to creep deeper into the room. You curl in on yourself again, fingers tucked into the sleeves of your hoodie.

Taesan stands up without a word and disappears down the hallway. You hear movement, drawers opening, soft thumps, footsteps pacing back and forth. You wonder what he’s doing, but you don’t call out. A part of you doesn’t want to interrupt whatever quiet plan he’s forming.

When he comes back, he’s holding a paper bag, crumpled slightly at the top like it’s been handled one too many times. He hesitates in front of you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“So,” he starts, dragging the word out like he’s buying himself time. “I had an idea.” You tilt your head. “That sounds dangerous.”

He huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, probably. But- it’s Christmas. And you looked…” He trails off, then clears his throat. “Never mind. Just- open it.”

You reach for the bag slowly, curiosity stirring beneath the heaviness you’ve been carrying all day. Inside, folded neatly, are matching Christmas pajamas.

The fabric looks soft, warm, patterned with tiny winter details that feel almost absurdly festive. For a moment, you’re speechless. “They were kind of a joke,” Taesan says quickly, words tumbling out. “Like, I thought it’d be funny. You know. Matching pajamas. Super cheesy.”

You lift them out of the bag, fingers brushing over the material. They’re warmer than anything you’ve worn all day. The sight alone makes something in your chest loosen, just a little.

“They’re really cute,” you say quietly. He blinks, as if it was the most unexpected answer from you.

“They are?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

His shoulders relax, tension melting away like he’s been holding it in longer than you realised. “Good. Because I already changed.” You look up at him, startled. “You didn’t.”

He grins, pointing down the hallway. “Go on. Put them on. It’s freezing.” You hesitate, then stand, clutching the pajamas to your chest as you head toward the room.

When you come back a few minutes later, Taesan’s already sprawled across the couch in the matching set, pretending not to look at you while very obviously looking at you. His expression softens when your eyes meet.

And for the first time all day, the quiet doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Taesan pats the space beside him on the couch, casual like it’s nothing. You sit down anyway, knees brushing, the fabric of the matching pajamas warm against your skin. The couch dips slightly under your combined weight, and for a moment neither of you speaks.

The room feels different now. Not louder, not brighter- but fuller. The soft glow from the tree reflects faintly in the window, lights blinking in an uneven rhythm.

Outside, the city hums quietly, distant and far removed from the small bubble you’re in.

“You look better,” Taesan says eventually, voice low. You glance at him. “Because of the pajamas?”

“That too,” he says, lips curling into a small smile. “But you were… kind of gone earlier.” You don’t deny it. He reaches for the remote and flips on the TV, scrolling past channels before settling on something familiar, one of those old holiday movies that everyone’s seen at least once.

The volume is low, just enough to fill the silence without demanding attention. You lean back into the couch, shoulders relaxing for the first time all day. A little while later, Taesan stands up again. “Wait here.”

“Where are you going now?” you ask, amused. “You’ll see.” He disappears into the kitchen this time. You hear cabinets opening, the clink of a mug against the counter, the sound of water running.

When he comes back, he’s holding two cups, steam curling faintly into the air. “I’m not very good at this,” he warns, handing one to you. “So don’t judge.”

You take a careful sip. It’s sweet. Too sweet, maybe, but warm, and unmistakably made with effort. “It’s good,” you say.

He looks skeptical. “Liar.” You laugh softly, cradling the mug between your hands. The warmth seeps into your fingers, then your chest. Taesan sits beside you again, closer this time, knees touching without either of you moving away.

“What do you usually do on Christmas?” he asks, eyes fixed on the TV but attention clearly on you. You hesitate.

“At home?” you say quietly.

“We wake up early. Someone always burns breakfast. There’s music playing way too loud. And… we stay together all day. Even when we’re not doing anything.” Your voice dips at the end, betraying you. Taesan nods slowly, committing every word to memory. “That sounds nice.”

“It is,” you admit. “I didn’t think I’d miss it this much.” He doesn’t tease you. Doesn’t brush it off. He just reaches out, pinky hooking gently around yours, tentative like he’s asking permission. You let him.

“Well,” he says after a moment, “we can’t burn breakfast now. But we can do the staying together part.” You smile, small but real. Time passes quietly.

The movie continues, mostly ignored. Taesan occasionally points out scenes he likes, whispering commentary that makes you laugh. At some point, you rest your head against his shoulder without thinking. He stiffens for half a second, then relaxes, tilting his head slightly so it rests against yours as your body leans against his till he was somewhat spooning you.

The clock on the wall ticks closer to midnight. Taesan glances at it, then at you. There’s something unreadable in his expression, nervous, maybe, but also determined. He stands up slowly, careful not to disturb you too much. “I’ll be right back,” he says. You watch him disappear down the hallway again, heart beating a little faster for reasons you don’t fully understand.

The room feels expectant now, like it’s holding its breath along with you. When he returns, he’s holding a small, neatly wrapped box. He stops in front of you, suddenly shy. “Okay. Um. This- this is for later.”

“For later?” you echo. “Midnight,” he says. “You can’t open it until then. Promise.” You nod, curiosity mixing with something heavier, something emotional. He places it gently in your hands, fingers lingering just a second too long before pulling away.

The clock ticks closer.

And for the first time since waking up that morning, you don’t feel like you’re counting the hours until the day ends.

The clock feels louder than it should. You sit with the small wrapped box resting on your lap, fingers smoothing over the paper again and again like the motion might calm the strange tightness in your chest.

Taesan is beside you, closer than before, shoulders nearly touching. He keeps glancing at the clock, then at you, then away again. 11:59. Neither of you says anything.

Then the numbers change. 12:00.

“I love you, happy unboxing day?,” Taesan says softly with an amused tone, like the words are meant just for you.

With a chuckle, you look up at him. “Happy unboxing day,I love you too.” He nods toward the box, suddenly shy. “You can open it now.” You peel the wrapping back slowly. Inside is something flat and heavier than you expected.

When you lift it out, your breath stutters. A photo album.

It’s simple at first glance, neutral cover, slightly worn edges, but when you open it, everything inside crashes into you all at once.

The first page is a photo of the two of you from months ago. You remember that day instantly: tired smiles, bad lighting, the moment not meant to be important at all.

Below the photo, written in familiar handwriting:

“You said you didn’t like this picture. I like it because you look happy.”

You turn the page. Another photo. Another memory. Some are selfies. Some are blurry, taken mid-laugh. Some are screenshots, printed out and trimmed carefully.

Between them are little scrabbles, doodles in the margins by both him and his members - stars, tiny hearts, inside jokes you’d forgotten you shared. Taesan watches you closely now, barely breathing.

“You kept all of this?” you whisper. He nods. “I started noticing how you talk about memories,” he says quietly. “Like… you’re scared they’ll disappear if you don’t hold onto them.” Your throat tightens.

Each page has a note.

“You were nervous that day.”

“You laughed a lot here.”

“This was when I realised I liked being around you more than everyone else.”

“Mr loverboy kept smiling at this picture - Jaehyun”

“He kept this picture as his wallpaper for months, don't worry we teased him - Sungho”

“Can we go to this cafe together too? The donuts look amazing! - Riwoo”

“You went to the aquarium without me? :( - Leehan”

“Noona! Visit us more! My only way to tease hyung- - Woonhak”

Halfway through, you have to stop. Your vision blurs, tears slipping down before you can stop them. “There’s more,” Taesan says gently.

“But you don’t have to finish it now.” You shake your head, flipping to the last page. It’s empty, except for a final note taped carefully to the center.

“For all the days you thought no one was paying attention.

I was.

And I still am.”

The album trembles slightly in your hands. You don’t realise you’re crying until Taesan moves, kneeling in front of you, worry etched across his face.

“Hey- did I mess up? I just wanted-” You lean forward and hug him.

Hard.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, the album pressed safely between you as you bury your face against him. He freezes for a second, then hugs you back, just as tightly, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I didn’t think anyone noticed,” you say into his shoulder, voice breaking. “I didn’t think I mattered that much to anyone.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft but serious. “You matter,” he says firmly. “You always have. To me.” The room is quiet again.

The Christmas lights blink softly, the TV still playing unnoticed in the background. The ache of missing home doesn’t disappear- but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. It feels lighter now, wrapped in ink and memories and proof that someone stayed.

You sit back down together, album resting on your lap, Taesan’s shoulder pressed to yours.

You’re still sitting there, album open on your lap, fingers tracing the edges of the last page like it might disappear if you stop touching it.

The room is quiet again, the kind of quiet that feels earned. Taesan shifts beside you. “Wait,” he says suddenly. You look up just in time to see him reach for his phone.

There’s a familiar glint in his eyes, not teasing exactly, but fond, certain. “What are you doing?” you ask, voice still thick.

“Completing it,” he replies simply. Before you can react, he scoots closer, shoulder pressing against yours. You barely have time to protest before he lifts his phone, angling it slightly downward so it catches the soft glow of the Christmas lights behind you, the album still open between your hands, your expressions unguarded and real.

“Taesan-”

Click.

The sound is quiet, but it echoes. He looks at the photo, lips curling into a small, satisfied smile. “Yeah. That one.” He stands and disappears again, returning with tape and a pen like he planned this all along.

Carefully, almost reverently, he places the photo onto the last empty page of the album, smoothing the edges down so it stays.

Then he hesitates, pen hovering.

“What are you writing?” you ask softly. He doesn’t look up. “Just… something.” When he finally hands the album back, your heart twists.

Beneath the photo, in his familiar handwriting:

“End of the year.

Not the end of us.”

You laugh, breathless and wet-eyed all over again. “You’re so cheesy!”

He shrugs, cheeks pink. “You love it.” You do. You lean into him, head resting against his shoulder, the album balanced between you.

He wraps an arm around you easily now, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

This feels like enough.

You wake up late the next morning, sunlight spilling across the room in soft gold patches.

For a second, you’re disoriented, until you realise you’re warm.

Really warm.

Taesan is still asleep beside you, hair messy, face relaxed in a way you rarely get to see. The blanket is tangled around both of you, matching pajamas wrinkled from the night before. The photo album rests on the table nearby, closed now.

Carefully, you slip out from under the blanket and open it again. You flip through the pages slowly, reliving every memory, every scribble, every quiet moment you didn’t know he’d been holding onto. When you reach the last page, you pause.

The photo from last night stares back at you, soft smiles, tired eyes, Christmas lights glowing behind you like proof. From behind you, Taesan stirs.

“Baby…You’re up already?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “I was just… looking.” He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms loosely around your waist. “We’ll add more,” he says. “This year.”

You lean back into him, smiling. For the first time in a long while, the thought of the future doesn’t feel scary.

It feels warm.

Thank you so much for reading to the end MUAH LUV YOU!( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚ Merry Christmas! 🎄

ˋ°•*⁀➷ @haeontherun04z 🐝☘️

Taglist: @nanadreamies @ivxae @mukieissukie @karmabyfernando

[mukieissukie]

for everyone who's missing out on this masterpiece. Aishiteru haeon💙

[mukieissukie]

THE UNREACHABLE GIRL_Masterlist

How it all started

Totally starstruck

Things could change

When silence speaks

The revelation

Collisions

Guys who would understand

Shinez or scammerz?

Worry in the wings

No more blackmailing

The sparks of jealousy

The cafeteria collision

Dropping the honorifics

Trending again

Words that wound

Heelift

The silence breaks

A night to remember

Breakfast revelations

The challenge of staying "just friends"

Dial tragedy

Full schedules, empty hearts

Sparks fly on and off stage

The warmth of friendship

An Icon reborn

The vlog

(i) His response

More to be added...

[mukieissukie]

The unreachable girl_24

An Icon Reborn

The arrival hall at Incheon International Airport is already buzzing with activity as Le Sserafim makes their entrance. Flashing cameras and excited shouts fill the air, but the group moves with practiced ease, their faces composed, their steps synchronized.

But it’s Hana who truly commands attention. Dressed in a way that expertly balances chic and effortlessness, she radiates confidence from every pore. Her outfit is a masterclass in understated cool:

• A slightly oversized, charcoal grey blazer drapes casually over her shoulders, hinting at a tailored white tee underneath.

• Distressed black jeans hug her figure perfectly, ending just above her ankle to showcase sleek, pointed-toe ankle boots with a subtle silver chain detail.

• A pair of oversized, dark sunglasses shields her eyes from the paparazzi, adding an air of mystery.

• Her hair, styled in loose, effortless waves, catches the light with every step.

It’s not just her outfit; it’s her presence. Hana walks with a newfound swagger, her head held high, a subtle smile playing on her lips. She makes eye contact with the cameras, holding their gaze for just a beat before turning away, leaving a lingering impression of strength and grace.

As they move through the terminal, fans reach out to Hana, offering small gifts and words of encouragement. Hana accepts them with genuine warmth, pausing to make eye contact and offer a brief, sincere thank you.

It’s clear that the past weeks, the hateful comments, the self-doubt—they haven’t broken her. They’ve made her stronger, more resilient, more determined to live her truth.

Hana isn’t just an idol; she’s a survivor, a role model, an icon.

The cameras flash as Le Sserafim disappears behind the security gates, leaving a trail of admiration and inspiration in their wake. The airport buzzes with excitement, but it’s Hana’s image that lingers in everyone’s minds—a testament to her strength, her style, and her unwavering spirit.

Author's note: So...I guess I'm back..hehe (I'm sorry for leaving this story hanging like that)

[alexrogers44]

My Color & My Bias(es) Tag Game

How to: take this quiz and find photos of your bias(es) that matches the color!

Thanks for the tag @norixseaweed

I will tag (no pressure you don't have to do it) @inno-baraah10 @wooahaelemons @hencheri

[reisdoll]

oh gem this is SO cute thank you for the tag pooks ♥︎

this took a while cause i was trying to find pictures that fit the colour scheme.. its so hard to find duo pics for teamies in this scheme fml </3

⠀ ‧₊＃ ͟ ❀͟🧂❜ ──！ @slytherinshua @callisrecords @lacedwithmsg @lvrwithadollarsign @seokminfilm @talkingsaxy and anyone else

[seokminfilm]

i don't think you guys understand how big of a pantone color connoisseur i am...anyways this was SO cute omg </3

try it! @himewonu @hanniescookie @realmofclouds @sknyuz @liusgarden @deekaykaykay @jeontric @kwnnies @kissbyoon and anyone else who wants to join in!

[yumangel]

why is this accurate lmaooo anyways this color was surprisingly hard to find pics for……

tags: @wooahoe @choco-scoups @17teezers @bambishuas @himewonu @arwen-u @lovehakie @coriihanniee @beomtomie + anyone who wants to join!!

[beomtomie]

OU THIS IS FUN

yayayya!!! i couldnt find a better one for taki 😭😭

tagging - @mykaneptune @moesthinking @wooahoe @lovehakie @devivtage @myngzzn @ivxae @gentiliana

[ivehan]

wait this is so cute!

tagging: @lusayyawnn @mydearyeseo @moesthinking @gentiliana @coriihanniee @hrtsdani @lovehakie @haeontherun04z @nemoihan and anyone else who wants to join!

[haeonniie]

Wahh this is so cute!

It was honestly so hard to find them in pink because my biases tend to have a 'cool' look (and somehow my colour is totally opposite) and you rarely see them in pink (except taesan pink hair) 😭. ofc i have to put 3 pics of my king cause hes so cute 𐔌*ˊᵕˋ*𐦯

Featuring!: my glorius king Taesan, Pretty boy Jake, Soobin, Ricky and Minje 🩷

Tagging my hgs!: @mukieissukie @nanadreamies idk who else to tag since im introverted af so open tag! 💙

[mukieissukie]

This is so cuteee

Tagging: @pupillary, @widollyjuno and @xzinbdg

[si3rren-deactivated20260204]

IMPORTANT.

A Gentle Reminder About What Jungwon Has Been Going Through This Year (please reblog)

(For anyone who hasn’t been keeping up or didn’t know the full picture)

I think it’s important—especially now—to talk honestly about what Yang Jungwon has been dealing with behind the scenes. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “cancel the company” way. Just facts, because a lot of people genuinely don’t know how heavy this year was for him. (press keep reading)

1. The Rumors From Last December Were Never Addressed

Last December, Jungwon was targeted with completely baseless rumors that spread everywhere.

Even though the claims were proven false, the company never took legal action.

No official protection.

No follow-up.

No reassurance.

He was left to deal with the damage alone.

2. He Admitted This Was the Year He Cried the Most

During multiple fan interactions, Jungwon shared that 2024–2025 has been the hardest year of his life and that he’s cried more this year than any other.

He said it quietly.

Honestly.

Almost like he hoped no one would make a big deal out of it.

But it is a big deal.

3. He Has Been Performing Injured

Throughout the tour, fans noticed:

• a wrist band on his right hand

• knee patches hidden under outfits

• visible swelling in some dance practice videos

And despite that…

he still performs at 100%.

No complaints.

No excuses.

No missed shows.

Just him pushing through everything with a smile.

4. Jungwon Sells Out Everything He Touches (With 0 Solo Deals)

This part genuinely hurts:

Jungwon is one of the strongest sellers in ENHYPEN:

• His photocards sell out first.

• His fansigns sell out instantly.

• His merch consistently ranks highest.

And yet—

he is the only member with zero solo brand deals this entire year.

Not because he lacks impact.

Not because he lacks popularity.

But because he is not given opportunities.

5. “Just the Leader” — A Narrative That’s Hurt Him

There’s been a slow shift in the fandom where people reduce him to:

“Just the leader.”

“The responsible one.”

“The organizer.”

“The guy who speaks during speeches.”

And completely ignore the fact that he is:

• one of the best dancers of 4th gen

• one of the most stable live vocalists

• a performer with natural center presence

• an idol who balances leadership + talent + emotional labor

This narrative has been incredibly unfair to him.

6. He Keeps Getting Pushed to the Back of Choreo

Despite being the strongest dancer, Jungwon:

• gets fewer center parts

• gets noticeably reduced lines each comeback

• is often placed in the back during formations

• rarely gets the camera angles he deserves

Fans see it.

He sees it.

And you can tell it eats at him, even when he doesn’t say anything.

⸻

Jungwon never complains.

He never calls anyone out.

He never asks for anything.

He cries in private, tapes his own injuries, and shows up every day trying to be strong.

The least we can do is stay aware.

Speak up respectfully.

Support him consistently.

And make sure his hard work doesn’t go unnoticed.

This isn’t fanwar bait.

This isn’t “hate the company.”

This is just acknowledging what he’s endured, so people don’t forget.

He deserves softness.

He deserves protection.

He deserves support without being reduced to a role.

He deserves better.

[mukieissukie]

when your favourite people haven't updated in 2 weeks😔😔 (I am looking at you @enha-roza, @xzinbdg, @enha-sua and @luvchaew)

[mukieissukie]

Embers of Secrets: (9) Kind or Cunning?

Heeseung stirred, the thin mat beneath him digging into his bruised back as consciousness pulled him from a dreamless sleep. The small hut was bathed in faint morning light, filtering through the narrow slit in the stone wall, the glowing runes now dimmer but still pulsing like a distant heartbeat.

His body ached, the cuts and bruises on his legs and torso stinging beneath the herb paste Jiyeon had given him, his clean shirt soft against his skin. The old blanket she’d tucked him in with was still draped over him, its frayed edges a testament to her sparse existence.

His forehead throbbed, the bandage tight, and the memory of his fall down the Emberfall Forest’s slope—followed by Jiyeon’s care—flooded back.

He blinked, his vision clearing, and found Jiyeon kneeling beside him, her dark hair falling in messy waves. Her amber eyes were focused on his forehead, her hands deftly unwrapping the old bandage, a fresh strip of cloth and a small bowl of water at her side.

“Hold still,” Jiyeon said softly, her voice steady as she peeled the bandage away, revealing the tender gash on his forehead. Heeseung winced, his ice and water magic stirring faintly, keeping his skin cold as always. Her fingers were gentle, dipping a cloth into the water and cleaning the wound with care.

The intimacy of the moment, so close to the previous night’s shared meal and her tending his bruises, made Heeseung’s cheeks warm, his inexperience with girls a quiet vulnerability.

“You’re awake early,” he said, his voice hoarse, breaking the silence. His eyes flicked to her hands, steady and practiced, then to the hut’s sparse interior—the clay bowl, the clinical corner with her herbs and bow.

Suspicion lingered; her solitary life, her scar, her skill with a bow didn’t add up to a simple forest dweller. Yet his parents’ teachings—The fire clan was innocent, Heeseung. Fear fueled their exile—made him question his instincts. If she wasn’t fire clan, who was she, surviving in a place that had nearly killed him?

“Didn’t sleep much,” Jiyeon replied, not looking up, her focus on wrapping the fresh bandage. “Your wound’s healing, but it needs care. Don’t touch it.” Her tone was blunt, almost scolding, but her careful touch softened the words. She tied the bandage snugly, her amber eyes finally meeting his, unreadable but not unkind.

Heeseung shifted, the blanket slipping as he propped himself up, his bruises protesting. “Thanks,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her. The forest’s dangers loomed in his mind, as did his failed mission to find the chosen one.

Jiyeon had saved him, fed him, tended his wounds, but her presence in this hut, so close to the fire clan’s domain, felt like a puzzle piece he couldn’t place. The runes pulsed faintly, the forest’s silence outside a heavy weight, and Heeseung wondered if her care was a lifeline—or a spark waiting to catch.

Author's note: Alright, I know this chapter was really short, but I was realllyyy busy when I wrote it and didn't have time to read it today, so please forgive me.

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