Katie~

level 20

[multistanw0m4n]

How P1harmony Would Ask You Out

Keeho: Straightforward Confession

Keeho's a confident guy. I mean how could you say no to that beautiful face? He figured he could just do it directly.

"You're hot, I'm hot, we should date."

"Keeho what?"

"Date me. I like you."

"Why are you so chill about this!?"

"I mean, it just makes sense." He shrugs.

And so as if the stars aligned, you two got together.

Similar to Keeho. Honest. Blunt. But he's still a little shy and loved to tease you.

Theo: Teasing Confession

"You're staring." He states like a fact, not even turning his head to look you in the eyes.

"I was not. I was just thinking, and you happened to be in that direction."

"I can't blame you." He said, finally returning your gaze. "I'm handsome right?"

This caught you off guard. What was he doing.

"You got a little crush on me or something?" He smirked.

Feeling bold, you match his attitude. "Yeah, I do."

Now he was stunned, but glad to know his feelings were mutual. I guess you had to be the one to confess to him.

Jiung: Song Confession

There are two things that describe Choi Jiung. A romantic and a music lover, so that's what you minimized it to when he was especially persistent that you listen to their whole new album the second it was released. You found some free time and played it all. When the final song played with a charming beat, it didn't feel too out of the ordinary. That is until the person being pined over started to have many characteristics that matched your own. From physical features to specific mannerism, this song was no doubt about you. And when you found out that the only person listed for lyric credits was Jiung, you had to give him a call.

"Jiung did you write a song about me?"

"I've been wanting to tell you about my feelings for quite some time." He said sheepishly.

The rest of the night was spent gushing to each other and defining the relationship.

He wouldn't confess. If you hung out enough you'd end up treating him like a boyfriend so much that he'd just assume you two were together.

Intak: No Confession

"I have a day off tomorrow, do you wanna get dinner?"

"Are you asking me out?" You joke.

"What do you mean? We've been dating for months."

"Months!?"

"What about when we went to that amusement park? We held hands the whole time."

You were in shock, but he wasn't. His lover had always been so silly, he thought.

"I'll see you at 8:30." He stated, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

Soul: Confess Without Words

It started with small things like bracelets. Little gifts he'd give on days outside of your birthday and Christmas. Finally, on whatever holiday you celebrate that's all about love, he went all out with your favorite snacks and a plush from your favorite series.

"Shota? Why would you get me all this? And give it today of all days?"

He made his usual alien sound then gently wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

"Do you like me Shota?"

He silently nods.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes." He quickly replied in English, looking at you with a smile.

Jongseob said that he doesn't approach people first, so I think the only way you'd get a confession out of him is if it became all-consuming. Like the little brother in P1harmony he is, he gets childish and sulky at you giving someone else attention.

Jongseob: Angry Confession

"Hey Jongseob!" You waved but he just gave you a side eye to put a voice to a face then silently looked away when he realized it was you. "Seob?"

"Why don't you just talk to Soul?"

"We played Minecraft without you one time! You can't still be mad at me."

"You left me out, of course I'm mad."

"But you still talk to Shota!"

"You just don't get it!"

"Yeah, I don't get it! Why do you treat me differently?"

"Because I like you!"

The room when quiet before Keeho and Theo started snickering in the background.

"Oh. Well why didn't you just tell me?" You asked. He shrugged and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

[tintedsvn]

more than acting

pairing: theo x reader & keeho x reader

contains: reader is an actor/actress and theo and keeho are actors asw, tension, love triangle, jealousy, confusion, kissing scenes

synopsis: when two new scenes with your coworkers keeho and theo requires kissing both of them you start to feel things you aren’t supposed to feel

requested: yes!!!

a/n: AAAA GUYS HAPPY LATE NEW YEAR ONCE AGAIN 🤍 okay so i have three fics now for which im going to write a part two but im not sure which one to do first so i’ll make a poll for that

wc: 4.3k

“I can’t do it…” you whimpered, clutching your side as pain tore through you.

Theo’s eyes filled with guilt as he caught you before you could fully sink to the floor, one hand gripping yours - gentle, but unyielding.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice tight, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Look at me. I’ve got you.”

Tears blurred your vision, everything that had happened crashing down on you all at once.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen…” you whispered.

Theo shook his head, thumb sweeping away the tears as if grounding you, his voice low and steady. “It wasn’t in your hands.”

Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, threatening to fall shut.

Theo noticed immediately, shaking you just enough to keep you present. “Stay with me. Please.”

You opened your mouth to speak - then hesitated.

A beat.

“…Guys,” you sighed, rubbing your face as you broke character, “I forgot my line again.”

Theo blinked - and then laughed softly, letting go of you as the tension dissolved.

“Cut!” the director called out.

Theo’s hand lingered in yours for half a second longer than necessary. And you noticed.

“I don’t know why I have so much trouble remembering that line,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This has been the tenth take already.”

Theo shook his head gently. “Don’t worry,” he said, soft but sure. “It happens.”

Before you could respond, the director stepped in, gesturing toward the set. “Let’s take a short break before we continue.”

You nodded absently, already reaching for your water bottle.

Theo didn’t move.

He barely registered the director’s words at all - his gaze still fixed on you, lingering for a second too long. Like he was trying to separate the scene from reality.

And failing.

You’d settled into one of the break rooms the cast usually used, sinking into the couch with a tired sigh. You weren’t entirely sure why you always ended up here — it had just become your spot. Somewhere quiet enough to breathe between takes.

You were still rolling your shoulders, trying to work out the leftover tension, when a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Rough take?”

You looked up to find Keeho leaning against the doorway, a knowing smile already on his face.

“Don’t even ask, Keeho,” you groaned, leaning your head back against the couch.

He pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped further into the room. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re doing just fine.”

You shot him a sharp look, unimpressed.

He only laughed. “I mean it. And you know you can run lines with me whenever you want, right?”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you,” you deadpanned, lightly punching his arm.

“Wow,” he grinned, rubbing the spot dramatically. “And here I was offering my professional acting services.”

You laughed, pushing him lightly.

Theo entered the room, his eyes immediately finding you - pulled there without permission.

“Theo!” Keeho greeted, grinning. “How does it feel knowing this weirdo keeps ruining the takes?”

You scoffed and punched Keeho’s arm again, familiar by now. “Why are you like this, Keeho?”

“If you want, we can run over the scene again. Maybe that’ll help?” Theo offered, grabbing a nutrient bar from the snack table.

You blinked, surprised he even wanted to practice with you. “Oh- yeah. Sure.”

Theo smiled, small and genuine, already flipping through the script as he moved closer.

Keeho felt something twist in his chest at the sight - sharp and unfamiliar - but brushed it off just as quickly.

Probably nothing, he told himself.

When you got to set, Keeho immediately made his way over to you, eyes bright with barely contained excitement.

“We’re getting the new script today,” he announced - like it was the most important news in the world - before hooking his arm around yours and dragging you toward the reading room.

You laughed, stumbling slightly to keep up. “You’re way too excited about this.”

“Of course I am,” he shot back easily. “This is where everything gets interesting.”

If only you’d known how right he was.

Freshly printed scripts were handed out as you entered, and the two of you dropped into the first seats you could find.

Coincidentally, Theo was sitting in the seat next to you.

He offered you a polite smile - one you returned - before sliding two scripts your way.

You passed one to Keeho, who sat on your other side. Your fingers brushed in the process.

It was nothing. Completely ordinary.

Still, Keeho felt something flutter uncomfortably in his stomach.

He ignored it, straightening in his seat as the writers instructed everyone to open their scripts and skim through.

When you turned the first page, you expected nothing more than minor revisions. But when your eyes skimmed the lines, your breath caught.

Your character’s name.

Once.

Then again.

Two different scenes.

Two different kisses.

One with Theo’s character. And one with Keeho’s.

You didn’t usually think twice about scenes like this.

So it surprised you when you did.

It wasn’t dread - just a strange awareness you couldn’t quite place, settling in your chest before you brushed it off.

One of the writers spoke up, calling out your name along with the two sitting beside you.

“I’m guessing you’ve seen the scenes we added,” he said, glancing between the three of you.

“Yeah,” Keeho said, shrugging. “We can handle it.”

Then he grinned, slinging an arm loosely along the back of your chair. “I’ll just pretend I like this weirdo for the cameras,” he added, tapping his temple with his free hand. “Nothing new.”

Laughter rippled through the room.

You shoved him playfully, wanting to defend yourself when Theo responded as well.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “We’ll make it work.”

Nothing more.

But his fingers tightened briefly around the edge of his script before he let go.

Later, after the table read, you and Keeho ended up in the break room again. For some reason, the two of you always lingered there - even when filming had already wrapped for the day.

You were rereading the script when Keeho nudged your shoulder lightly.

“You looking forward to our scene?” he asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, even as your heartbeat betrayed you. “Not at all.”

He leaned closer, close enough that you had to look up at him, brows furrowing in question.

His smile turned playful - smooth, teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

The silence stretched between you.

Then, quieter, he said, “Don’t fall in love with me.”

Your heart skipped - just once - but you shoved him away before it could linger, attention snapping back to the script.

“Won’t be a problem, Keeho.”

He laughed it off - but the words stayed with you longer than they should have.

The next time you saw Keeho was the day you were scheduled to film the kissing scene with him.

You’d arrived earlier than usual, claiming a quiet corner of the break room while you mentally prepared yourself for what was coming.

Of course, Keeho found you almost immediately when he showed up, clearly taking the opportunity to tease you just a little more.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips as he dropped into the chair across from you.

You shot him a glare, keeping your expression neutral even as you forced yourself to stay still.

“I guess you are, since you’re not answering,” he said with a grin, leaning back in his chair.

For some reason, you found yourself pausing, really looking at him for the first time. Not just at his face, but the way he carried himself, the way he always seemed so… confident.

You knew he was attractive. Keeho was undeniably handsome - tall, easy smile, effortless charm.

But that didn’t mean anything. Not really.

“I think you should just shut up and start practicing your lines or something,” you muttered, trying to reclaim the calm you’d found before he barged in.

“Will do, ma’am.” He sat up straight, and despite yourself, a small smile cracked through.

“Guys, the scene is about to be filmed,” someone called, stepping in and motioning for the two of you to head to set.

The scene started with a fight.

“Are you serious?” you yelled, shoving Keeho. “You should be thanking me! Without me, you would’ve never made it on time!”

Keeho staggered back just enough to sell it, his expression exaggerated for the camera.

“Oh, come on! I totally had it under control. You just like bossing me around!”

You scoffed, hands on your hips. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that while I carry the day.” You rolled your eyes.

Keeho stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours with quiet intensity. “Hm…”

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to ground yourself in the character’s confusion.

“Maybe I should just… show you my appreciation,” he said, voice low, almost seductive. It was something you had never heard from Keeho before, and, strangely, it seemed to do… something to you.

You paused, still in character, tensing slightly.

For a moment, it felt like you were staring into each other’s eyes forever. The world around you faded.

And why did your heart skip a beat?

“Cut!”

Keeho took a few steps back, holding your gaze a beat too long before turning to the director.

He’d been close to you a hundred times before.

But this time felt different.

Charged.

Electric.

The director offered a few notes before calling for another take.

This time, when Keeho stepped closer, your breath hitched - and it wasn’t acting.

“Maybe I should just… show you my appreciation,” he said again, voice low, teasing in a way you’d never heard from him before.

You forced yourself to stay in character. “What do you mean by that?”

It came out tighter than you intended.

His gaze held yours, something unreadable flickering behind it. You told yourself it was just nerves. Just the scene.

He leaned in, nose nearly brushing yours. Then his lips hovered near your ear.

“Maybe a demonstration?”

That definitely wasn’t in the script.

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was warm - softer than you expected, more intentional. His hands framed your face carefully, like he was afraid of crossing a line even as he did.

Your mind went blank.

Part of you screamed scene.

Another part of you didn’t care.

When the director called “Cut!”, you pulled apart almost immediately.

You kept your face neutral, your breathing steady - or tried to.

Keeho stepped back first.

His smile was already in place.

The director clapped her hands together. “That was amazing, you two!”

You and Keeho walked over as she continued, clearly pleased. “That line change was everything, Keeho. Truly- chef’s kiss.”

Keeho laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah? Guess I had a moment of inspiration.”

“Clearly,” she smiled. “Let’s take five. We’ll reset for the next setup.”

As the crew dispersed, Keeho turned to you, expression already back in place - easy, familiar.

“See?” he grinned. “Told you I’d carry the scene.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“Yet effective,” he shot back, nudging your shoulder. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… caught off guard.”

He waved it off like it was nothing. “Occupational hazard.”

And then - just as quickly - he stepped back, already retreating. “I’m gonna grab some water.”

He didn’t wait for a response.

The moment he rounded the corner, the smile slipped.

Keeho stopped in the empty hallway, exhaling slowly as he leaned against the wall. The echo of the director’s praise replayed in his head - amazing, chef’s kiss - but all he could think about was the way your lips had felt against his.

Too real.

Too easy.

He scrubbed a hand down his face, jaw tightening.

It was acting, he told himself. That’s literally my job.

So why did his chest still feel tight?

Why did the thought of tomorrow’s shoot - of you standing that close to Theo - suddenly bother him more than it should?

When Keeho returned to set, he passed Theo on the way.

Theo stood near the monitors, script loosely folded in his hands, gaze unfocused - like his body had returned, but his mind hadn’t quite caught up yet.

He had seen the scene. Watched every second of it.

And it had stirred something in him he couldn’t quite name - sharp and unfamiliar, settling uncomfortably in his chest.

Keeho greeted him with a nod as he passed.

Theo returned it.

Nothing more.

Keeho headed back toward set, slipping into himself like nothing had happened. The easy grin slid back into place, effortless and practiced.

But the moment his eyes lifted, he noticed you weren’t where you’d been before.

The smile faltered - just slightly.

His gaze swept the room, scanning faces, corners, doorways, until it finally landed on you near the monitors.

Talking it up with Theo.

Keeho’s chest tightened all over again, sharp and unwelcome.

And suddenly, the thought of tomorrow felt like something he wasn’t sure he was ready to survive.

The next day felt the same - and yet, entirely different.

Another kissing scene.

Just… with someone else.

You were still incredibly nervous. But this time, the nerves were tangled with something unfamiliar - a lingering confusion from the day before that you hadn’t quite been able to shake.

This time, you found yourself in the break room again.

Only, Keeho wasn’t there.

You knew he was on set that day - you’d seen him earlier, laughing with the crew - but he hadn’t stopped by. Hadn’t popped in with a joke. Hadn’t checked on you the way he usually did before filming.

It shouldn’t have bothered you.

And yet, it did.

You were still sitting there when filming was about to start, fingers worrying at the sleeve of your jacket, when Theo appeared in the doorway.

He hesitated for a split second before stepping inside.

His heart was pounding - not just from nerves, but from the weight of what was about to happen.

“Hey,” he murmured, and the sound of his voice alone pulled your attention to him instantly. “You ready?”

There was something careful in the way he asked - worry threading through his tone, like he could sense that this wasn’t just another scene for you.

You swallowed and nodded, offering a small smile.

“Yeah.”

Theo studied your face for a second longer than necessary, like he was deciding whether to believe you.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward - just heavy.

Then he held out his hand, palm up, waiting. Not rushing. Not teasing.

An offer.

You took it, letting him pull you to your feet, his grip steady and warm.

And for the first time that day, you wondered if this was going to be harder than you’d expected.

The walk to set was quiet - not uncomfortable, just calm. Theo matched your pace without comment, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

Just before you reached the stage, he stopped.

“If anything feels off,” he said, meeting your eyes, “we can stop. No questions asked.”

You blinked, surprised.

“Okay,” you replied, quieter than before.

He nodded once, satisfied, then gestured ahead. “You ready?”

You weren’t sure if you were - but for some reason, standing next to him made it feel manageable.

While the crew finished up final touches and adjusted lights, you let your gaze drift - only for it to land on Theo.

And linger.

You quickly looked away, annoyed with yourself.

It wasn’t fair. It really wasn’t.

As if acting alongside one attractive man wasn’t complicated enough already, now there was Theo - calm, focused, effortlessly handsome in a way that made it hard to look anywhere else for too long.

His features were almost distracting. The kind you noticed without meaning to, the kind your brain clocked before you could stop it.

You forced yourself to refocus, exhaling quietly.

Get it together, you told yourself.

It’s just another scene.

Even if your pulse didn’t quite agree.

When the start of the scene was announced, you and Theo slipped into character almost immediately.

He sat down beside you on the narrow bench, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him through your sleeve. Instinctively, you turned to look at him - and the smile that settled on your face came easier than you expected.

Too easy.

“Knew I’d find you here,” he said, voice soft, fond. Almost intimate.

It felt almost too real - like he wasn’t acting at all - and the realization caught you off guard.

You let out a quiet laugh, hoping it sounded natural. “You just know me too well.”

Theo’s gaze lingered on you, steady and unreadable, as if he was searching for something beneath the words.

And for the first time, you weren’t entirely sure where the character ended - and where he began.

His fingers laced with yours, grounding and warm. For a split second, your mind went completely blank.

“Cut,” the director called.

“Your timing was off,” she added gently. “Let’s reset.”

Theo notices. He doesn’t say much - but he feels it.

During the second take, you forgot your line.

It slipped clean out of your mind the moment Theo looked at you, thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as scripted.

Your mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

“Cut,” the director called, not unkindly.

You exhaled sharply, frustration flooding your chest as you dropped your gaze. What was wrong with you?

This scene wasn’t even that difficult. You knew the lines. You’d rehearsed them. And yet, everything inside your head felt tangled - like your thoughts refused to settle in the right place.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered instinctively, rubbing at your temple.

“Its okay,” Theo said softly, “You good?”

You hesitated for half a second too long.

“Yeah,” you said finally, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He didn’t look convinced - but he didn’t push either.

“Alright,” the director called. “Let’s go again.”

The third time, things went smoother.

You weren’t sure if it was because you’d finally found your footing - or because the way Theo looked at you made it impossible to forget where you were supposed to be.

His fingers curled around yours again.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, voice softer now, careful.

You scoffed lightly, staying perfectly in character as you shook your head. “You know I can’t stay mad at you.”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “That’s dangerous information.”

His gaze flickered - not scripted, not exaggerated - down to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.

Something about it made your breath hitch.

He scooted closer, his face was only inches away. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, close enough that the world outside the set seemed to quiet.

His eyes searched yours - not rushed, not demanding.

Waiting.

For permission.

And you weren’t sure anymore if it was his character asking… or Theo himself.

You swallowed, heart pounding, and stayed still.

That was all it took.

His hand lifted to your jaw gently, reverently, like he was afraid of breaking something fragile. When his lips met yours, the kiss was slow - unhurried in a way that felt almost intimate.

Too intimate.

It wasn’t desperate like yesterday.

It was careful. Intentional. Lingering.

Your mind screamed focus, but your body responded anyway - fingers tightening in his sleeve, breath catching as you melted into the moment despite yourself.

For a second, you forgot the cameras.

Forgot the crew.

Forgot everything except the way his thumb brushed your cheek, grounding you there.

“Cut.”

The word broke through the haze.

Theo pulled back immediately - but not fast enough to pretend nothing had happened.

His eyes stayed on yours, searching your face like he was afraid of what he might find there.

You exhaled, the breath you’d apparently been holding finally leaving your chest. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was from the acting or something else entirely.

Theo cleared his throat, eyes flicking away first.

“Good job,” he said quietly, professional, but not quite convincing.

Professional. Safe. And still not enough to stop the way his chest ached.

“Yeah,” you replied, just as soft. “You too.”

It should’ve felt finished after that.

Instead, it lingered.

Theo stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck like he needed something to do with his hands. He offered you a small smile - warm, almost apologetic - before turning toward the monitors.

And that’s when you noticed him.

Keeho stood a few feet away, arms crossed loosely, posture relaxed - but his expression wasn’t. He didn’t smile. Didn’t joke. Didn’t say a word.

He just looked at you.

Something about the way his gaze held yours made your stomach twist, like you’d missed something important.

The director’s voice cut through the moment, calling out notes to the crew, and you tore your eyes away - just for a second.

When you looked back, Keeho was gone.

So was Theo.

You stood there longer than necessary, the set suddenly feeling emptier than it should have. Like something had slipped through your fingers before you even realized you were holding it.

And for the first time since filming started, you didn’t know who you wanted to find first.

Keeho found himself in the parking lot, keys already in his hand, sliding into his car and pulling out without really thinking.

He didn’t know where he was going. Just that staying felt unbearable.

The engine hummed beneath him, the city blurring past the windshield as muscle memory took over. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, then loosened, then tightened again - like he couldn’t quite decide what to do with the energy buzzing under his skin.

Yesterday’s kiss replayed uninvited. The surprise of it. The warmth. The way you’d stilled for half a second before leaning in.

And then today’s.

They shouldn’t feel different. They were scenes. Lines. Blocking. Camera angles.

So why did one feel like a mistake he couldn’t stop thinking about - and the other like something he’d arrived at too late?

Keeho exhales sharply, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stops at a red light. He leans his head back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut.

This was stupid.

You were a coworker. A friend. Someone he teased, someone he felt comfortable around - someone he absolutely should not be comparing himself to Theo over.

And yet.

The image of you standing so close to Theo today, smiling in a way Keeho hadn’t realized he was memorizing, makes his chest tighten all over again.

He starts the car back up when the light turns green, driving with no destination in mind - just trying to outrun a realization he doesn’t quite want to name yet.

Theo found himself in a room that was mostly unoccupied, the door clicking shut softly behind him.

The sudden quiet felt almost deafening.

He leaned back against the nearest wall, script still folded loosely in his hand like he hadn’t realized he’d brought it with him. His chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to steady his breathing.

It had gone well.

Perfect, even.

That’s what everyone had said.

So why did his hands still feel warm, like they remembered the weight of yours?

Theo glanced down at his fingers, flexing them slightly - half expecting the sensation to fade. It didn’t.

The way you’d looked at him during the scene replayed in his mind. The way your smile had softened, the way your breath had caught when he took your hand.

He knew acting. He knew chemistry. He knew the difference.

And this hadn’t felt like pretending.

Theo let his head fall back against the wall, eyes drifting shut.

He’d been careful. He’d told himself to keep it professional, to treat you the same way he always had.

But somewhere between the first take and the final one, something had shifted.

The realization settled slowly, uncomfortably.

He liked you.

Not in a fleeting, surface-level way - but in a way that made him hesitate now.

Theo exhaled quietly, rubbing a hand over his face.

This complicated things.

And for the first time since the shoot had started, Theo wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act when the cameras weren’t rolling.

You weren’t doing so good yourself.

After a few half-hearted conversations and polite smiles you barely registered, you made your excuses and headed home earlier than planned.

The drive passed in a blur of red lights and empty streets, your hands steady on the wheel while your mind was anything but.

Keeho’s kiss replayed first - unexpected, warm, charged in a way that had knocked the air from your lungs. The way he’d looked at you afterward, like something had shifted before he’d even realized it himself.

Then Theo.

Gentler. Intentional. The way his thumb had brushed over your hand like he was asking a question instead of taking something. The way his eyes searched your face, even after the director called cut.

You swallowed, fingers tightening around your keys as you pulled into your driveway.

Inside your apartment, the silence greeted you immediately.

You kicked off your shoes, leaning back against the wall as if the weight of the day had finally caught up to you.

This wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

They were scenes. Just acting. Something you’d done a hundred times before.

So why did it feel different?

Why did Keeho’s absence today sting more than you wanted to admit?

Why did Theo’s presence linger even after you’d left?

You slid down the wall slowly, sitting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest.

Two kisses.

Two completely different feelings.

And you didn’t know which one scared you more.

taglist: @jiuchip @sweetasberry @jseobbie @enhypenlvrsstuff @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @ozzysoatsolivesandpasta

comment or message if you want to be added to the taglist 🤍

masterlist

[multistanw0m4n]

Keeho as your bestie who secretly likes you

Heyy P1ece! I've always wanted to make an smau but I fear I'm not funny enough lol, so enjoy this scrap

[multistanw0m4n]

Synopsis: Kevin and crew go skiing in Vancouver but what's hotter, the romantic drama or the chocolate?

Word count: 1.5k

Pairings: Reader x Canada Line??

Warnings: Fluff, very slight Kevin angst, hot tub scene, best friend Chanhee, I think that's all...

Author's note: This is my first Tumblr story sooo take that as you will.

It's HEAVILY inspired by scenes from 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before' and 'Boy Meets World' S5: E14 (but you don't have to know either to enjoy). It came to me after what Kevin said in their Ultimate Bias interview. Also I'm a new deobi so I hope I wrote everyone correctly.

______________________________________

Kevin takes his 11 friends (The Boyz + Y/N minus Jacob) to his favorite ski resort in Vancouver. He chose a resort specifically knowing that Chanhee didn't plan on going out even once. They all arrive in the resort's lobby at around 6 p.m. and sort the rooming situation (Y/N of course getting her own). Once situated, most of the boys rush up stairs to drop off their stuff and put on their gear.

"Ready to see the slopes?" Kevin ask in English, directing his question towards Y/N. Y/N looks at the excitement on Kevin and Eric's face, then sides eyes the boy next to her, Chanhee looking less than happy to be surrounded by snow.

"I think I'll miss out today. The sun looks like it's going to set soon and I'm not trying to learn snow sports in the dark." She rubs her arm.

"Yeah, it gets more dangerous as the day goes on." A soft English voice catches the group off guard, them turning to see a boy around their age in a doorman uniform.

"Ja-Aye-Cobuh." Eric pronounces, sliding his finger across the boy's golden nametag.

"Yes, Jacob's the name, and if you and your friends want to keep cool, I'd suggest staying in tonight and helping yourself to our complimentary hot chocolate bar!"

"Hot chocolate? I'll take a cup, thanks buddy." Eric says patting Jacob's shoulder before turning away. "Anyways Y/N you in or out?"

"Yeah, there's no such thing as 'keeping cool' up here. Come on Y/N." Kevin pleads. She looks at him and ask herself how she could say no to those eyes, but she glances at Chanhee's blank expression and makes up here mind.

"You guys be safe. And save some energy for me tomorrow, okay? How does hot chocolate and Korean skincare sound?" Y/N turning towards Chanhee and speaking so that he can understand. He nods and Kevin sighs before waving them goodbye.

Flash forward to Y/N's solo room, her and Chanhee on opposite sides of bed. Y/N's laying down on her back allowing gravity to keep her Hello Kitty face mask on. Chanhee's sitting crisscrossed and facing her, the TV behind him.

"Why didn't you go skiing with Kevin? I know you're like, in love with him."

She quickly sits up, mask plopping down onto her lap.

"I'm not 'in love' with Kevin and damn it Chanhee, you made me waste good collagen!"

"Sorry but there's no way you came all the way on this trip just to pity me and not to make out with Kevin."

"Sure did, I knew there's was no way you'd stay warm with out your, bestie!" Youngie jumps up to hug Chanhee, him cringing and resisting.

"You know, there's another way we can warm up." The boy teases.

Next thing you know the two are outdoors surrounded by trees bigger than their hopes and dreams. A bright sunset quickly changed to a black sky filled with stars, the deafening silence of the night interrupted by the sound of cicadas shaking their wings.

The hot tub bubbles, a teal blue light illuminating the air around it.

Chanhee steps in first, his gray swim shirt turning darkening where the water meets it. He chuckles a visible breath, a result of the grueling outside temperature. He offers Y/N his hand, her untying her robe before taking it and stepping in.

They aren't alone for long as their friends hurry past them and towards the resort, whooping and hollering as the snow crunches beneath their feet. Kevin stops, and heads towards Y/N's corner of the hot tub, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"You look nice, Y/N. Do you mind if I get changed and join?"

A chill goes down her spine as he grins and walks away.

"Want me to leave?" Chanhee ask.

"You better not." She sighs. They suddenly hear more footsteps and the pair turns to see Jacob from earlier. He's in a long-sleeve black swim shirt but the sleeves are rolled halfway up. His blue swim trunks littered with rubber ducks work in contrast, showing off his cute side.

"Come to call curfew?" She questions, remembering he spoke English.

"Actually, I'm off the clock. This is my favorite way to wind down." He slowly steps in, taking up one of the remaining empty sides as to not sit next to Y/N or Chanhee across from her.

They chat some more before Kevin and Sangyeon join them, both in their trunks but neither wearing a shirt.

Y/N quickly looks down, growing nervous at the sight.

Kevin sits next to Jacob and Sangyeon's with Chanhee, the two striking up their own conversation.

"You missed the perfect ski." Kevin says, eyes on Y/N.

"I guess, but me and Chanhee created some fun of our own."

"Okay... but promise you'll join me tomorrow?"

"I promise."

"Come here and prove it." He dares, holding out his pinky.

"Can't you just take my word?"

"Nope, get over here." He pats the space next to him, now feeling the eyes of Jacob.

"Why do you want me over there so bad?" She hesitantly stands up making her way to him.

"Don't worry about it." He quickly ends as she sits so close that their legs touch, but neither of them move. She reaches out and connects their fingers, Kevin taking this chance to use his other hand and poke her side. She gasp at the tickle and shoves some water at his chest. "Oh it's on!"

The two splash water at each other, not hearing Jacob's silent objections on the matter.

Finally, Kevin takes a handful of water and throws it blindly, it somehow ending up all over Chanhee's face.

"Bestie!" Youngie shouts, making her way over to him to quickly wipe the drenched hair off his face.

Sangyeon takes Chanhee's side, the two rush inside and upstairs as Y/N grabs her robe and stays with Kevin and Jacob in the lobby.

"I'm so sorry." Kevin looks down. Y/N looks distant, worry for her friend clouding her mind.

"It's okay, but we at the resort take safety very seriously. Maybe let's just have everyone stay in their rooms for the night." Jacob ends and Kevin nods. His eyes flash to Y/N before making his way to his room.

Y/N stays in the lobby, water dripping from her swimsuit as she's lost in thought.

"You're probably cold. Let me grab you a blanket and some hot chocolate." Jacob smiles.

"You don't have to, I know you're off."

"I don't need to be paid to help out." He says. His smile puts her at ease as she takes the mug from his hands. He sips on a cup of his own as he sits down in a large bay window.

She follows, taking in the scent of her beverage.

"So, what's it like working in the mountains?"

"It's great. I always feel best surrounded by nature, which is why I've come here every winter since I was 16."

Y/N hums, sipping from her mug, whip cream covering her top lip.

"Oh, I got you." Jacob slowly leans in, their eyes meeting as their faces sit centimeters apart. He lifts a napkin to wipe her mouth, letting out a soft chuckle as he leans back. Y/N could only pray he didn't hear her heart pounding. "And what about you? What brings you out here?"

"I- I prefer warmer weather, but my friend Kevin has talked about bringing us to his favorite resort for the longest time, I just couldn't let him down."

"Ah Kevin, I see him and his family come in pretty often. The last time was around February, except he only came with one other person. Some girl I didn't recognize."

Wait, Kevin brought a girl here in February? Like his birth month February? Back then Y/N had tried to thrown him a suprise party but he claimed he could make it do to a last minute family emergency. Was he lying?

It's been 10 months since and she's still chasing after someone who's never seemed to like her back.

"I guess it's kind of romantic up here." Y/N looks out at the snow.

"Yeah, I've always dreamed of falling in love, snow falling as I'm snuggled up by a window, hot chocolate in my hands... " Jacob says looking opposite of them at the roaring fireplace.

She smiles up at him and he returns it, his presence making her warm inside and out. She'd never felt this way about anyone other than Kevin before. In fact, right now she wasn't even sure if she'd ever felt this way about Kevin.

They chat some more before their trance gets broken by a group of male voices.

"Last one up the hill buys everyone coffees!" Haknyeon shouts, Changmin and Sunwoo pushing to get in the front.

"Y/N? You're still in your robe?" Juyeon ask, Chanhee by his side, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yeah, I should probably get changed and ready for bed."

"Bed?" Hyunjae ask, zipping up his puffer jacket.

"At 7 in the morning?" Younghoon's question follows as he adjust his shoes.

"7!? What do you mean 7!?" She whips her head back to the window, the sun rising for what felt like was just an hour into the night. "We talked all night?" She mumbles to herself, not missed by Kevin.

"You talked to him all night?" His voice filled with confusion and hurt.