playing ( can't love you anymore ) ── when love doesn't feel the same anymore
info ⊹ ࣪ ˖ angst with comfort + skinship + kissing + kim juhoon × fem! reader
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miu ☆ soo yeahh again a change with the intro stylee, give me some time I'm gonna edit the others also. Anddd heyy my first angst storyy! If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33
The kitchen was dark.
Only the refrigerator light cast a cold, blue glow onto the marble floor.
You sat with your knees pulled to your chest. Your back was against the cabinet.
The house was too quiet. It was always too quiet now.
Then, your phone buzzed. The vibration rattled against the countertop, echoing loudly.
You picked it up. Juhoon’s name flashed on the screen.
You hesitated. Then, you swiped answer.
"Hello?" your voice was barely a whisper.
"Hey,"
Juhoon’s voice came through. It was muffled by the sound of passing cars.
"Are you home?"
"Yeah. I'm home."
"I'm in a taxi," he said.
He sounded tired. So incredibly tired.
"I think... I think I left my wallet on the dining table."
You looked up. The wallet was right there.
"Yeah," you said softly.
"It's here."
"Okay."
A long silence followed. Neither of you hung up. You could hear the low hum of the taxi engine on his end. You could hear his soft breathing.
"Juhoon?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you coming back?"
He paused.
"Do you want me to?"
It was a simple question. But it felt heavy. It felt like a test that neither of you knew how to pass.
"It's up to you," you replied.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," he said.
The line went dead.
Ten minutes felt like ten hours.
When the front door clicked open, you didn't move from the kitchen floor.
Juhoon walked in. He didn't take off his coat. He just stood in the doorway of the kitchen, looking down at you. His dark hair was slightly messy from the wind. His eyes looked hollow.
He didn't look angry. He never looked angry anymore. He just looked sad.
"You're on the floor," he said softly.
"The floor is cold," you replied.
"It feels nice."
Juhoon sighed. It was a gentle, defeated sound. He walked over and sat down right next to you. His long legs bent, his knees touching yours.
He reached out. His hand went to your cheek.
His touch was warm. It was familiar.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was soft. It lasted for a few seconds. But it felt empty. It felt like a habit. It was the kind of kiss you give someone because you always have, not because your heart is racing. It was like pressing a button on a machine.
When he pulled away, he didn't look into your eyes. He looked at your chin.
"Did you eat?" he asked.
"No," you said.
"Not hungry."
"You need to eat."
"I know."
You leaned your head against his shoulder. He didn't pull away. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.
This was the comfort. The small, residual pieces of a love that used to be a wildfire. Now, it was just ashes. But the ashes were still a little warm.
"Juhoon?"
"Hm?"
"Do you still love me?"
The question hung in the air. It was the elephant in the dark room.
Juhoon’s grip on your shoulder tightened just a fraction. He rested his chin on top of your head.
"I don't know," he whispered honestly.
"I try to."
"Me too," you confessed. A single tear slipped down your cheek, soaking into his black jacket.
"I try so hard every day."
"I know you do," he said. His voice cracked slightly.
"I see you trying."
"It hurts," you said.
"It hurts more than fighting."
"I know."
He turned his head and kissed the top of your hair. Another habit. Another automatic response to your tears.
You both stayed like that for a long time. The clock on the microwave ticked away the minutes.
"Remember our first anniversary?" you asked, breaking the silence.
Juhoon let out a small, breathless laugh.
"Yeah... It rained. We got soaked trying to find that restaurant."
"We laughed so much," you murmured.
"My stomach hurt from laughing."
"We were so happy," Juhoon said.
His voice was distant, like he was looking at a photo from a lifetime ago.
"Where did that go?" you asked. You pulled back to look at his face.
Juhoon finally looked into your eyes. There was so much sorrow in his gaze. He looked like he wanted to cry, but his eyes were dry.
"I don't know," he said.
"It just... stopped. Slowly. I didn't even notice until it was already gone."
"We didn't do anything wrong," you said, your voice trembling.
"No,"
Juhoon agreed. He reached up and wiped your tear with his thumb.
"We didn't do anything wrong, and that's the worst part."
If there was a villain, you could be angry. If someone cheated, you could scream. If someone lied, you could pack your bags and leave with a burning heart.
But there was no anger here. Only a profound, suffocating sadness. Two good people who simply ran out of love.
Juhoon leaned down again. He kissed your forehead. Then your eyelids. Then, his lips met yours one more time.
This kiss was slow. It tasted like sorrow. It was a goodbye disguised as a routine. It was the realization that you couldn't save each other anymore.
"We're just holding on to the ghost of us," you whispered against his lips.
Juhoon closed his eyes.
"Yeah."
"Are we going to break up?"
The words were final. They felt like a heavy stone dropping into a deep well.
Juhoon took a deep breath. He held your hands in his. His fingers traced your knuckles.
"I think we need to," he said softly.
"Because staying like this... it's breaking us more."
You nodded. You didn't argue. You knew he was right.
"Okay," you said.
Juhoon didn't leave right away.
Even though the decision was made, the comfort didn't vanish instantly. He stayed on the kitchen floor with you until the blue light of the refrigerator turned into the gray light of the early morning.
He kept his arm around you. You kept your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. It was a comforting rhythm, even if it no longer beat for you the way it used to.
When the sun finally began to rise, casting pale yellow streaks across the kitchen, Juhoon stood up.
His joints popped. He looked exhausted, but his posture was a little lighter. The burden of pretending was finally gone.
He walked over to the dining table and picked up his wallet. He slipped it into his pocket.
He walked back to where you were still sitting on the floor.
He knelt down one last time. He didn't kiss your lips this time. He just pressed a warm, lingering kiss to your temple. It was gentle. It was full of gratitude for the past, and an apology for the present.
"Take care of yourself," Juhoon said.
"You too," you replied.
He stood up, gave you one last, sad smile, and walked out of the kitchen.
You listened to his footsteps fade down the hallway. You heard the front door open. You heard it click shut.
The house was quiet again.
But for the first time in months, the silence didn't feel heavy. It just felt empty.
You leaned your head back against the cabinet, looking at the spot where he had just been sitting. The floor was still a little warm.
You closed your eyes and finally let the rest of your tears fall, letting go of the love that just couldn't live anymore.
playing ( promise ) ── quiet struggles meet the comfort of Seonghyeon's embrace.
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miu ☆ sooo... Finally a seonghyeon fanfic after agessss. If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33
The keys felt heavy in your hand.
Your fingers trembled as you unlocked the front door.
The moment the lock clicked open, the last bit of your strength vanished.
You pushed the door open and stepped into the quiet apartment.
The warmth of the living room hit your face.
It was a sharp contrast to the cold rain outside.
It was also a contrast to the cold, sterile exam hall you had spent the last four hours in.
Your stomach twisted in a sharp, burning knot.
The cramps had started early that morning, right before your final exam.
You had spent the entire day fighting two battles at once : the difficult test questions and the agonizing pain in your lower abdomen.
You hadn't cried during the exam.
You hadn't cried on the subway ride home.
But now, finally back in the safety of your own place, the walls came crashing down.
A heavy, broken sob escaped your throat.
Your backpack slipped from your shoulder, thumping loudly against the floorboards.
You slid down against the wall, burying your face in your knees.
The tears flowed instantly, hot and unstoppable.
You felt completely overwhelmed.
The stress of weeks of studying, the exhaustion, and the physical pain merged into one giant weight on your chest.
"Princess?"
A soft, worried voice broke through the sound of your crying.
Seonghyeon, who had been waiting for you to come home from your exam, hurried over from the living room.
Within seconds, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.
"Hey, hey, what’s wrong?" he asked softly.
His voice was pure warmth, laced with deep concern.
He didn't hesitate. He pulled your shaking hands away from your face.
Seeing your tear-streaked cheeks made his heart ache instantly.
"I can't... it hurts so much, Seonghyeon," you sobbed, unable to form a proper sentence.
"I know, sweetheart. I've got you. Look at me," he murmured.
He wrapped his strong arms around you and lifted you up into his embrace.
You clung to his neck like a lifeline, hiding your face in the crook of his shoulder.
He carried you effortlessly into the living room and sat down on the soft plush sofa, keeping you securely in his lap.
He held you tight, rocking you gently from side to side.
"Shhh... you're safe now. The exam is over. You're home," he whispered into your hair.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your head.
You cried out your frustrations into his shirt, your fingers gripping his soft sweater tightly.
Seonghyeon just let you cry.
One of his large, warm hands rubbed slow, comforting circles on your back.
His other hand gently stroked your hair, untangling the knots with ultimate care.
"Is it the exams, or are you feeling sick?" he asked in a low, soothing tone after a few minutes.
"Both," you whispered, your voice cracking.
"My period started this morning. The cramps are so bad. I couldn't focus on the test."
Seonghyeon’s expression softened even more, filled with pure sympathy.
He nodded silently, quietly acknowledging your struggles.
He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
Then, he kissed your left cheek, then your right cheek, wiping away the tears with his lips.
"You did so well today. Just getting through it makes you so brave," he said softly.
He tilted your chin up gently.
Your eyes met his. His eyes were filled with so much love and adoration that it made the physical pain feel a little lighter.
He leaned in and pressed a sweet, tender kiss directly to your lips.
It wasn't hurried. It was slow, warm, and deeply affectionate.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.
"Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable, okay? Stay right here."
You didn't want to let go of him, but you nodded weakly.
He kissed the tip of your nose before gently setting you against the sofa cushions.
You watched him walk away toward the bedroom.
A few minutes later, he returned.
He was holding one of his oversized, softest hoodies and a pair of thick sweatpants.
He also had a fresh heating pad in his hand.
"Change you clothes. I'll be right here," he said, handing you the clothes.
You took them with a weak nod.
You walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and slipped into his hoodie.
It smelled exactly like him—a comforting scent of clean laundry and soft woodsy cologne.
Once you were changed, you walked back out into the living room.
Seonghyeon turned around instantly from where he was plugging in the heating pad.
A warm smile spread across his lips when he saw you drowning in his clothes.
"You look beautiful," he said.
He walked back over and placed the warm heating pad gently over your lower stomach.
The sudden warmth on your aching muscles made you sigh in pure relief.
"Better?" he asked.
"Much better," you breathed out.
He sat down next to you again, pulling you back into his lap so you were leaning against his chest.
He wrapped a thick, fuzzy blanket around both of you, sealing out the rest of the cold world.
Your head rested perfectly right under his chin.
Seonghyeon wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands resting over the heating pad to add extra warmth and gentle pressure.
"Thank you," you whispered, closing your eyes.
"You don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you," he murmured against your ear.
He leaned down and pressed a single, light kiss to the side of your neck, his lips lingering just for a second to show his warmth.
Then, he moved his focus back to your hands, rubbing them gently to warm your cold fingers.
"Did you eat anything today?" he asked softly.
"Just an apple in the morning," you admitted quietly.
Seonghyeon stopped his movements for a moment and sighed softly, but there was no anger in it, only pure care.
"That's not enough for a big exam day, especially when you're hurting," he said gently.
"I was too stressed to eat," you explained, looking up at him with pouting lips.
He couldn't resist. He leaned down and kissed your pout away.
"I made some warm soup earlier," Seonghyeon said after pulling away just an inch.
"I had a feeling you'd be exhausted when you got home."
"You're too good to me," you smiled faintly, the tears finally gone from your eyes.
"I'm just doing my job as your boyfriend," he beamed, his eyes turning into pretty crescents.
He shifted slightly but didn't make you get up.
"I'll bring it over here. Don't move an inch."
He left the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
Within minutes, the rich aroma of warm, homemade soup filled the apartment.
Seonghyeon walked back into the living room carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a warm glass of honey water.
He set it down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Instead of letting you eat by yourself, he sat down and pulled you right back into his chest.
He picked up the spoon, blew on the hot soup gently, and held it up to your lips.
"Say ahhh" he said softly.
You felt slightly embarrassed but had no strength to resist such care. You pened your mouth and took the sip. It was delicious and warmed your cold insides immediately.
He fed you slowly, patiently waiting between each bite, making sure you didn't rush.
He spoke to you in a low, soothing voice the entire time.
He talked about simple, random things—a funny thing Martin did at practice, a new melody he was working on—anything to distract your mind from the residual exam stress.
By the time the bowl was empty, you felt a hundred times better.
He handed you the warm glass of honey water, watching you take slow sips until it was finished.
"Good job," he praised, taking the empty tray and placing it back on the table.
He pulled the blanket back up to your shoulders.
The physical pain in your stomach had dulled down to a faint, manageable ache.
"How is the pain now?" he asked, his hand gently sliding under the blanket to stroke your waist.
"It's getting better. Mostly just tired now," you answered, snuggling closer into his chest.
"Then let's rest. Close your eyes" he murmured.
He shifted his body so he was leaning back against the armrest of the sofa, stretching his legs out.
You lay completely on top of him, your head resting over his beating heart.
The steady, rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was the best lullaby you could have ever asked for.
Seonghyeon’s hands never stopped moving. He continued to rub your back and massage your shoulders.
He leaned his head down, pressing his lips to the top of your shoulder through the thick fabric of the hoodie, leaving a few warm, comforting kisses there.
The gentleness of his touches made a wave of intense affection rush through you.
You tilted your head up to look at him.
"Seonghyeon?"
"Hmm?" he responded, looking down at you with those soft, devoted eyes.
"I love you so much."
A beautiful, genuine smile broke out across his face.
He leaned down and captured your lips in another slow, sweet kiss.
This one felt like a promise. A promise that he would always be there to catch you when the world became too heavy.
His lips moved against yours softly, parting them slightly just to deepen the affection, tasting warm and sweet.
He broke the kiss for a second to breathe, only to press another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.
And another one on your cheek.
And another one on your forehead.
"I love you more, princess. More than you'll ever know," he whispered against your skin.
You let out a contented sigh and closed your eyes, letting your body sink completely into his warmth.
The stress of the exams faded into the background.
The pain of the cramps became a distant thought.
Wrapped in Seonghyeon’s arms, covered in his scent, and showered in his endless, gentle kisses, you felt completely safe.
He kept stroking your hair, his breathing syncing with yours as you finally drifted off into a peaceful, deeply needed sleep.
Seonghyeon watched your face relax, a soft smile remaining on his lips as he held his entire world close to his heart.
playing ( your eyes only ) ── three months of secrecy crumble under Jay's lovesick habits.
info ⊹ ࣪ ˖ comedy + established relationship + fluff + kissing + park jongseong × fem!reader
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miu ☆ sooo finallyyy an enha fic hope y'all enjoy it! If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33
I always thought hiding a relationship was the biggest relationship red flag.
If you loved someone, why would you hide them?
Turns out... I ended up doing exactly that.
Not because I was ashamed of Jay.
Never because of that.
But because our friends were the type to never let us hear the end of it.
Between the members and my own chaotic friends, a secret wouldn't last five minutes.
If one person found out... everyone would.
So Jay and I made a deal.
Three months.
No one would know. Just three months of peace.
Unfortunately... I forgot my boyfriend had absolutely zero survival instincts.
Class Call One — Under the Table
It was Friday night.
We were all crammed into a barbecue restaurant.
My best friend, Sera, was loudly explaining a dramatic story about her professor.
Jake and Sunghoon were arguing over who ate the last piece of brisket.
I was trying to listen seriously to Sera.
Suddenly, under the table, I felt a shoe nudge mine.
I didn't look across. I knew exactly who it was.
I quietly kicked him back.
Stop it
I thought
Instead of stopping, his foot slid right between mine. He hooked his ankle around my leg.
I froze. My breath hitched in my throat.
"And then he told me—wait, are you okay?"
Sera stopped mid-sentence, staring at me.
"Your face is completely red."
"Hot,"
I choked out, grabbing my cup.
"The soup is just... really hot."
Across the table, Jay sat there sipping his apple juice.
He looked like the most innocent man alive.
He didn't even blink. He just tapped his foot against mine again.
Close Call Two — The Bracelet
I bought us matching silver bracelets.
It was a cute, impulsive purchase. But we agreed never to wear them together in public.
The very next day, we met up at a cafe with Jungwon and Chloe.
Jay walked in, rolled up his sleeves, and rested his arms on the table.
The silver bracelet was shining right under the cafe lights.
He was wearing it proudly.
I immediately pulled my sleeve down, burying my own bracelet deep in the fabric.
Jungwon’s sharp eyes darted down.
"Oh, Jay hyung, nice bracelet," Jungwon said, tilting his head. He looked over at me.
"Wait. Didn't you have the exact same one yesterday?"
"Mine broke," I lied instantly. My heart was pounding.
"Yeah. Snapped right off. Cheap quality."
At that exact moment, Jay shook his wrist.
The metal charms jingled loudly.
He smiled directly at me.
"Really? Mine feels pretty sturdy."
I wanted to evaporate into the floor.
Close Call Three — The Hoodie
The air conditioning in the dance studio was freezing.
Our whole group was sitting on the floor, taking a break.
I shivered, rubbing my arms.
Without saying a single word, Jay stood up. He took off his oversized black hoodie.
And he casually threw it over my shoulders.
The entire room went dead silent.
Sunoo stopped chewing his snack. Ni-ki paused his game.
I panicked. I immediately tried to pull it off to give it back.
"Jay, no, it's fine. Take it back."
He pushed it back onto my shoulders.
"Keep it."
"Everyone's staring," I whispered through my teeth, glaring at him.
He leaned down just enough so only I could hear.
"Good."
Close Call Four — Walking Home
We left the studio together.
The plan was simple—
walk separately so nobody suspects anything.
I walked a few paces ahead with Heeseung and Chloe. Jay was supposed to be in the back with Sunghoon.
But he wasn't.
Suddenly, Jay was right next to me.
I quickened my pace. I walked faster.
Jay matched my speed.
I slowed down, pretending to check my phone.
Jay slowed down too, hands hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Heeseung kept glancing behind his shoulder, looking between us with a deeply confused expression.
"Why are you guys walking like NPC characters?" Heeseung asked.
"It's just a nice night for a walk," I said, laughing nervously.
"Coincidence!"
Jay just hummed in agreement, bumping his shoulder against mine.
Close Call Five — Practice Room
An hour later, we were back in the lounge.
My sneaker lace came undone. I bent down to tie it.
Before I could even loop the strings, Jay crouched down beside me.
He brushed my hands away. He took the laces.
He tied them into a perfect double knot.
Then he looked up, caught my eye, and flashed a soft, warm smile.
From across the room, Jake let out a loud whistle.
"Damn, Jay. Since when are you a gentleman to everyone?"
I almost died right there.
Jay just stood up and patted my head.
"Just helping a friend."
*A friend.*
Sure.
Close Call Six — The Almost Kiss
Later that evening, I thought we were finally safe.
The hallway near the vending machines was completely empty.
Jay caught my wrist and gently pulled me into the shadow of a corner.
"Jay, stop," I gasped, looking around frantically.
"We're in public."
"Nobody's here," he murmured.
His voice was low. He leaned in.
He kissed my forehead. It was warm.
Then he kissed my cheek. It made my stomach flip.
"Jay—"
He didn't listen. He leaned down and stole one tiny, sweet kiss right on my lips.
Instantly, footsteps echoed.
Sunghoon walked right around the corner, holding a water bottle.
Jay and I separated so fast we nearly tripped naover our own feet. I practically slammed my back against the wall.
Sunghoon stopped. He looked at Jay. He looked at me.
He slowly raised one eyebrow.
He didn't say a single word. He just took a sip of his water and walked away.
Neither of us breathed for the next ten minutes.
Closw Call Seven — The Habit
The biggest issue wasn't the intentional stuff.
It was his habits.
Jay had boyfriend habits that he couldn't switch off.
When my hair got messy, his hand automatically reached out to fix it.
When we ate tteokbokki, he reached over with his thumb and wiped sauce off my lips without even looking.
He always remembered my exact drink order.
He grabbed my heavy bag out of my hands before I could even ask.
He always waited for me after schedules, standing by the door.
And worst of all? Whenever I laughed at a joke, his hand instinctively reached out to find mine.
Every single habit screamed one word,
Boyfriend
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It all came to a head on Sunday night.
The whole crew was gathered at a large round table at our favorite chicken place.
Tonight, the main mission of the group was actually to set up Jungwon and Sera. They had been crushing on each other for weeks, and everyone was trying to play matchmaker.
"So, Jungwon," Jake said, nudging him aggressively.
"Sera mentioned she wanted to see that new movie. Aren't you free this weekend?"
Jungwon turned bright red.
"Uh. Yeah. I think so."
"Great! You two should go together," Chloe chimed in, winking at Sera.
I smiled, watching the chaos. I promised myself I would just sit back, eat chicken, and survive this one meal without exposing myself.
Five minutes into dinner, it started.
Under the table, I felt a hand brush against my knee.
Then, warm fingers slid into mine.
I immediately tried to pull my hand away.
Not right now
I thought frantically.
Jay didn't let go. He caught my hand again, stronger this time.
He interlocked our fingers.
Then, his thumb started gently rubbing slow, soothing circles across my knuckles.
It felt incredibly good. Too good.
I was trying so hard to keep a straight face that my jaw was literally clenched.
Sunoo looked across the table at me.
"Are you okay? You look like you're fighting for your life."
"I'm fine!" I said, my voice a little too high.
"Just... really enjoying the chicken!"
Then, Jay took it a step too far.
He lifted our joined hands slightly under the shadow of the table.
And he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of my hand.
My ears turned completely, violently red.
The sudden rush of heat made me jump. My fingers slipped.
My chopsticks clattered loudly against my plate and rolled onto the floor.
"Whoops," I whispered, staring at the floor.
The entire table went quiet. The conversation about Jungwon and Sera completely died.
Everyone stopped looking at them. Everyone looked at me.
Then, they looked at Jay.
Sera finally let out a very long, very loud sigh.
"Okay."
Silence.
"Can you two just tell us already?" Sera asked, crossing her arms.
I blinked, pretending to be clueless.
"...Tell you what?"
Jake burst out laughing.
"That you've been dating for months!"
The silence returned. My brain short-circuited.
Beside me, Jay didn't look panicked at all. In fact, a slow, smug smile started spreading across his face. He didn't even try to hide it anymore.
I slowly turned my head toward him.
"You did this on purpose," I whispered.
Jay shrugged, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
"Maybe."
"You wanted them to find out."
"Maybe."
I groaned loudly, burying my face into both of my hands.
"I hate you."
Jay just grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Love you too."
Chloe interrupted, slamming her hand on the table.
"So we're right?! It's official?!"
I looked around the table.
Every single person was smiling. Ni-ki was grinning. Heeseung was shaking his head. Nobody looked surprised. Not even a little bit.
"Wait," I said, dropping my hands.
"You all knew?"
"Are you kidding?" Sunghoon said, scoffing.
"I literally walked in on you guys kissing in the hallway two days ago."
"And the hoodie incident?" Sunoo added.
"We aren't blind."
"We literally had a betting pool," Ni-ki shouted.
"Jungwon owes me twenty bucks!"
Jungwon groaned, pulling out his wallet.
"I thought they would last at least till next week."
I let out a long, defeated, completely exhausted sigh.
I looked at Jay. He was just sitting there, looking like a king who had just won a war.
I couldn't help but smile.
I reached under the table, grabbed his hand myself, and lifted it up. I placed our joined hands right on top of the table for everyone to see.
This time, I didn't let go.
"Fine," I said, smiling fully.
"Yes. We've been dating for three months."
I glared playfully at my boyfriend.
"And apparently... I've been the only one trying to keep it a secret."
The table completely erupted.
Half the group started cheering. Chloe and Sera started demanding every single detail from the very beginning.
"See?" Jake pointed dramatically at us.
"That is why you guys couldn't hide it. You're too obvious!"
Before I could even reply, Jay leaned over. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my temple.
I rolled my eyes, but the butterflies in my stomach were going wild.
"Happy now?"
Jay didn't answer with words. Instead, he cupped my cheek, leaned in, and kissed me straight on the lips right in front of everyone. It was a real kiss—warm, confident, and full of love.
"Gross!" Ni-ki yelled, covering his eyes.
"Get a room!" Sunghoon laughed, throwing a crumpled napkin at Jay.
Jay broke the kiss, pulling away just a fraction. He looked down at me, his eyes softer than I had ever seen them.
"Incredibly happy," he whispered.
And for the first time in three months, I didn't care who was watching. The secret was finally out, and his hand was firmly in mine.
playing ( seasons ) ── one silly argument sends Keonho chasing your smile all evening.
info ⊹ ࣪ ˖ established relationship + fluff + kissing + anh keonho × fem!reader
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miu ☆ soooo a pretty meaningless nd random fic bcs i haven't updated nd also, bcs keonho is maybe my bias... maybe? Bcs I also love juhoon nd I rlly don't know who I love more, nd I also don't know why they argued but they did so yeah now enjoy. If you like my work don't forget to follow and support<33
The rooftop was always your place.
Whenever the world became too loud, too busy, too overwhelming, you ended up here.
Tonight was no different.
The sky was painted in soft shades of blue and gray. The sun had already begun sinking behind distant buildings, leaving golden streaks across the horizon.
A warm breeze brushed against your cheeks.
Normally, you loved evenings like this.
Tonight, however, you were too busy being annoyed.
At Keonho.
You sat on the low concrete ledge with your arms crossed, refusing to look at your phone.
The same phone that currently contained twelve unread messages.
Every single one from him.
You sighed.
A moment later, the rooftop door creaked open.
You didn't need to turn around.
You already knew.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Careful.
Familiar.
Keonho.
You stared stubbornly at the skyline.
The footsteps stopped beside you.
Silence.
A few seconds passed.
Then—
"Hi."
You ignored him.
Another pause.
"Wow."
His voice was soft.
"That bad, huh?"
Still nothing.
You heard him exhale.
Then he sat beside you.
Not too close.
Not too far.
Just close enough for you to feel his presence.
The breeze shifted.
You could smell his cologne.
You hated that it instantly made your heart softer.
No.
You were still mad.
Very mad.
A whole thirty seconds passed before he spoke again.
"I brought snacks."
Silence.
"I know you skipped lunch."
Silence.
"I also brought your favorite drink."
Silence.
"You should be impressed."
Nothing.
Keonho groaned dramatically.
"You are impossible."
Your lips twitched.
Unfortunately, he noticed.
His eyes immediately brightened.
"There."
He pointed.
"I saw that."
You finally looked at him.
Only to glare.
"Don't."
His grin grew.
"You almost smiled."
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
You rolled your eyes and looked away again.
The grin never left his face.
Because for the first time all day, you had actually spoken to him.
Progress.
Tiny progress.
But progress.
The wind became stronger.
A few loose strands of hair blew across your face.
Without thinking, Keonho reached over and tucked them behind your ear.
The gesture was automatic.
Gentle.
Familiar.
Your heart squeezed.
You hated when he did sweet things while you were trying to stay angry.
It made your job significantly harder.
"You know," he said quietly, "I've apologized seven times."
"Eight."
His eyebrows lifted.
"You counted?"
You immediately regretted answering.
Keonho laughed.
The sound floated through the evening air.
Warm.
Comforting.
Dangerous.
Because it always made you want to forgive him.
You stared at the sky.
He stared at you.
Another minute passed.
Then another.
Eventually, he nudged your shoulder with his.
Lightly.
You ignored him.
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
Until you finally groaned.
"Kono."
"Yes?"
"Stop."
"No."
You glared.
He smiled.
The kind of smile that should've been illegal.
The kind that always made your chest hurt.
His eyes softened.
"I'm sorry."
This time he wasn't joking.
Wasn't teasing.
Wasn't trying to make you laugh.
Just apologizing.
Again.
Sincerely.
The rooftop suddenly felt quieter.
You looked down at your hands.
"I know."
"You do?"
"I do."
"Then why are you still mad?"
You considered it.
Then sighed.
"Because I wanted to be."
A laugh escaped him.
Not mocking.
Just fond.
"That's fair."
You finally looked at him.
His expression made your stomach flip.
There was so much affection there.
So much patience.
Like he would've sat here all night if necessary.
Just waiting.
Just hoping.
Just loving you.
The realization weakened the last of your defenses.
Keonho noticed immediately.
Because of course he did.
He always noticed.
Slowly, he reached for your hand.
Not forcing.
Not grabbing.
Just offering.
Waiting.
You looked at his hand.
Then at him.
Then placed your hand in his.
The smile that appeared on his face was so relieved it almost made you laugh.
"There she is."
You rolled your eyes.
But you didn't let go.
His thumb brushed across your knuckles—
Comfortable
Familiar
Warm
Like home.
The evening breeze danced around you both.
Somewhere below, city lights began flickering on.
The world felt distant.
Small.
Like the rooftop existed separately from everything else.
Just you.
And him.
Keonho lifted your joined hands and pressed a tiny kiss against your fingers.
Your cheeks warmed.
"You've forgiven me."
"I didn't say that."
"You held my hand."
"That's not proof."
He leaned closer.
"It absolutely is."
Before you could argue, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A soft peck.
Gone before you could react.
Your eyes widened.
Keonho looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Keonho."
"Hm?"
"I was still talking."
"Sorry."
Another kiss.
This time near the corner of your mouth.
Your heart immediately betrayed you.
Because instead of staying annoyed, it started racing.
The worst part?
He knew.
The smug smile on his face confirmed it.
You shoved his shoulder.
He laughed.
Then caught your wrist and gently pulled you closer.
The distance between you disappeared.
The breeze suddenly felt warmer.
Softer.
His gaze dropped to your lips.
Then returned to your eyes.
Like he was asking permission.
Like he always did.
Even after all this time.
You felt your irritation finally crumble.
Completely.
Gone.
Defeated.
Destroyed.
By one patient boy on a rooftop.
"Hi," he whispered.
You laughed.
"Hi."
The smile that appeared on his face was immediate.
Beautiful.
And before either of you could say anything else, he leaned forward and kissed you.
Soft.
Sweet.
Brief.
A simple press of lips.
The kind of kiss that felt like a sigh.
Like relief.
Like coming home.
When he pulled back, you were both smiling.
"There."
He brushed his forehead against yours.
"Much better."
You should've stayed annoyed.
You really should've.
Instead, you kissed him first this time.
A quick peck.
Then another.
Then another.
His laughter vibrated against your lips.
"You missed me."
"Don't get cocky."
"I absolutely will."
You kissed him again to shut him up.
Which only made him grin wider.
"Wow."
"Keonho."
"You're really proving my point."
Another kiss.
A small one.
Then another.
And another.
Each one stolen between smiles.
Between laughter.
Between quiet conversations.
The sky darkened around you.
Neither of you noticed.
Or cared.
At some point, Keonho wrapped an arm around your waist.
At some point, your head found his shoulder.
At some point, the argument became something neither of you could even remember clearly.
Only this remained.
The warmth.
The comfort.
The feeling of being loved.
Keonho pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Then your cheek.
Then the tip of your nose.
You laughed every single time.
"Stop."
"Never."
Another forehead kiss.
"You are ridiculous."
Cheek kiss.
"You love me."
Forehead kiss.
"Unfortunately."
Cheek kiss.
"Very convincing."
By now you were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
Exactly as he'd planned.
The sneaky little traitor.
Eventually he pulled you closer.
Resting his chin on top of your head.
The city lights sparkled below.
The stars slowly appeared above.
And for a while, neither of you spoke.
You simply sat there.
Listening to the wind.
Feeling his heartbeat.
Feeling his fingers intertwined with yours.
Safe.
Then quietly, he said—
"I'm still sorry."
Your chest tightened.
Because he meant it.
Even now.
Even after you'd forgiven him.
You turned toward him.
His expression was sincere.
Soft.
Vulnerable.
You reached up and cupped his cheek.
Then kissed him.
One gentle kiss.
Then another.
Then a third.
Slow.
Tender.
Affectionate.
Not because he was asking for forgiveness.
Not because he was apologizing.
But because he was yours.
And you were his.
And some feelings were too big for words.
When you finally pulled away, he smiled.
The kind of smile that made everything else disappear.
The kind of smile that always felt like the first day.
The first crush.
The first confession.
The first time falling in love.
Every single time.
The wind continued dancing across the rooftop.
The night continued settling around the city.
And Keonho pressed one final kiss against your forehead before whispering—
"Next time you're mad at me, can we skip directly to the kissing part?"
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୨୧ ‧₊˚monsoon romance • established relationship • slice of life • fluff • fem!reader × James • kissing • physical affection • thunderstorms ── wc. 1419
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The rain had been falling for hours.
Not the violent kind that rattled windows and made people nervous.
This rain was softer.
Steady.
Patient.
The sort of rain that transformed the entire world into something gentler.
Everything beyond the glass had dissolved into silver.
The streets below were blurred beneath a veil of mist and water, streetlights glowing like tiny stars trapped inside clouds.
You sat curled on the window seat of James's apartment, knees tucked beneath a blanket while rain tapped endlessly against the glass.
The room smelled faintly of coffee.
And James.
A familiar mixture of detergent, cedarwood, and whatever comfort itself might smell like.
Outside, thunder rumbled lazily in the distance.
Inside, everything felt warm.
Safe.
Quiet.
Your fingers traced absent patterns through the condensation on the window.
You didn't hear James approach until warm arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind.
A content sigh escaped you immediately.
"Found you."
His voice was sleepy.
Like he'd just woken from a nap.
You smiled.
"I wasn't hiding."
"Mm."
His chin rested atop your head.
"Still found you."
The smile tugging at your lips became impossible to suppress.
That was very James.
Simple.
Affectionate.
Completely sincere.
He stayed like that for a moment.
Just holding you.
No conversation necessary.
The rain filled every silence beautifully.
After a while, his nose brushed your temple.
Then your cheek.
Then your jaw.
You laughed.
"James."
"What?"
"You're being weird."
"I'm being affectionate."
"You're sniffing me."
"I'm appreciating my girlfriend."
His lips pressed against your shoulder.
A quick kiss.
Then another.
Then one more.
You laughed harder.
"Stop."
"No."
A kiss.
"No."
Another.
"James."
One directly against your neck.
You squealed immediately.
His laughter vibrated through his chest.
"There she is."
"You menace."
"You love me."
Unfortunately.
He was right.
You turned within his arms, intending to glare at him.
The attempt lasted approximately three seconds.
Because James looked unfairly handsome.
Soft dark hair falling over his forehead.
Comfortable hoodie.
Sleepy eyes.
The kind of expression that always made him look like he was carrying a secret smile.
You hated how weak it made you.
His gaze dropped briefly to your lips.
Then returned to your eyes.
The smile deepened.
"Hi."
You rolled your eyes.
"Hi."
"You're pretty."
"There it is."
"There what is?"
"The reason you came over."
He gasped dramatically.
"Unbelievable accusation."
"You wanted to flirt."
"I always want to flirt."
Fair point.
Before you could answer, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
The kind of kiss that lingered.
Not rushed.
Not playful.
Just affectionate.
His hand settled against your cheek.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
The rain continued beyond the window.
Thunder echoed somewhere far away.
The city felt distant.
Like the apartment existed separately from everything else.
A tiny universe made for only two people.
James looked at you for a long moment.
Then kissed the tip of your nose.
You groaned immediately.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
"That was illegal."
"It was cute."
"It was embarrassing."
"It was adorable."
You shoved his shoulder.
He laughed.
The sound filled the room.
Warm and bright.
Like sunlight trying to break through rainclouds.
—
Later, you found yourselves sitting on the floor beside the couch.
A movie played quietly in the background.
Neither of you were paying attention.
James sat beside you with one arm draped lazily around your shoulders.
Your head rested against him.
The rain had somehow become even heavier.
Water streamed endlessly down the windows.
Thunder rolled overhead.
You should have been listening to the movie.
Instead, you found yourself watching James.
The way his eyes followed scenes.
The occasional smile.
The tiny habit he had of rubbing circles against your arm without realizing.
James noticed eventually.
Of course he did.
His eyes shifted toward yours.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
You smiled.
"Maybe I like looking at you."
His ears turned red immediately.
The reaction made you grin.
Every single time.
No matter how long you dated him.
No matter how much affection he gave.
He still became flustered.
"You can't just say things like that."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
His gaze dropped.
Then returned.
"Because I don't know what to do."
You laughed softly.
"Yufan."
"What?"
"You're cute."
The poor man looked seconds away from combusting.
You reached forward and kissed his cheek.
Then the other.
Then his forehead.
He stared.
Completely stunned.
The expression lasted precisely three seconds before he recovered.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh, we're attacking each other now."
Your eyes widened.
"Wait—"
Too late.
He caught your wrist gently.
Pulled you closer.
And immediately buried kisses along your jaw.
One.
Two.
Three.
You burst into laughter.
"James!"
He continued.
Your cheek.
Your temple.
The corner of your mouth.
Each kiss accompanied by increasingly smug satisfaction.
"This is revenge."
"For what?"
"Emotional damage."
"You're ridiculous."
"And yet."
His lips brushed yours.
Gentle.
Warm.
"So in love with me."
Your heart betrayed you instantly.
Because you absolutely were.
The kiss that followed was soft.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Simply familiar.
Comfortable.
The sort of kiss that felt like coming home.
His thumb brushed your cheek.
Rain drummed against the windows.
Thunder rolled overhead.
Everything else disappeared.
There was only James.
Only warmth.
Only this.
When you finally pulled apart, neither of you moved very far.
Foreheads resting together.
Breathing the same air.
Sharing the same smile.
─
The storm intensified around evening.
Lightning flashed across the sky.
Briefly illuminating the entire apartment.
The lights flickered once.
Twice.
Then disappeared completely.
Darkness swallowed the room.
You blinked.
Silence.
Then:
"Well."
James's voice emerged from somewhere nearby.
"That's unfortunate."
You burst out laughing.
Within minutes candles had appeared.
Tiny golden flames flickering throughout the apartment.
The atmosphere transformed immediately.
Everything became softer.
Warmer.
More intimate.
The storm outside felt distant despite shaking the windows.
You sat together beneath a blanket on the couch.
Shoulders touching.
Watching rain slide down the glass.
For a long time neither of you spoke.
There was no need.
The silence wasn't empty.
It never was with him.
James eventually shifted closer.
His arm tightened around your waist.
You glanced up.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You definitely have something to say."
He smiled.
A small one.
The kind he reserved only for private moments.
"You know."
"What?"
"I think this is my favorite kind of day."
You looked toward the storm.
The candles.
The blanket.
Then back at him.
"Why?"
His gaze softened.
Because of course it did.
James always looked at you like that.
Like you were something precious.
Something worth protecting.
"Wanna know?"
You nodded.
His hand lifted.
Tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
Then his lips brushed your forehead.
Another lingering kiss.
Slow.
Intentional.
"Because you're here."
Your heart nearly stopped.
Not because the words were dramatic.
They weren't.
James rarely spoke dramatically.
That was what made moments like this dangerous.
Every word was honest.
Every feeling genuine.
You leaned closer instinctively.
His nose brushed yours.
A smile touched his lips.
"So cheesy."
"You love it."
You did.
Unfortunately.
Hopelessly.
Entirely.
The realization made you laugh softly.
His gaze followed the sound.
Then drifted lower.
To your lips.
Back to your eyes.
There was something impossibly tender there.
Something that made your chest ache.
Not with sadness.
With affection.
The overwhelming kind.
The kind that made every ordinary moment feel beautiful.
You reached up.
Your fingers brushed his cheek.
James immediately leaned into your touch.
The sight alone nearly melted you.
"You know," you murmured.
"Hm?"
"I think this is my favorite kind of day too."
His smile appeared instantly.
Bright.
Genuine.
Beautiful.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The kiss that followed wasn't playful.
Or teasing.
Or even particularly passionate.
It was simply intimate.
A quiet promise.
His hand resting against your waist.
Your fingers tangled in his hair.
Rain falling endlessly beyond the windows.
Thunder humming softly overhead.
The world reduced to warmth and candlelight.
To two people sharing a couch.
Sharing a blanket.
Sharing a life.
When you finally separated, James rested his forehead against yours.
Neither of you moved.
Outside, the storm continued.
Inside, everything felt peaceful.
His eyes fluttered closed briefly.
A content smile lingering on his lips.
And in that moment, listening to the rain while held safely within his arms, you realized something.
Love wasn't always fireworks.
Or grand confessions.
Or impossible gestures.
Sometimes it was this.
A rainy evening.
A warm apartment.
A thousand tiny kisses.
And the quiet certainty that no matter how loud the storm became outside, home would always be wherever James was.
playing ( still with you ) ── a fever, stolen kisses, and Juhoon's unwavering care keep you warm.
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By the time Juhoon came home, you were already losing the battle.
Your body felt heavy beneath the blanket draped over your shoulders. Every joint ached. Your head pounded. Even the soft yellow lights of your apartment felt too bright.
Still, you sat upright on the couch and pretended to scroll through your phone.
Normal.
You had to act normal.
The front door clicked open.
"I'm home."
Just hearing Juhoon's voice made something inside you soften immediately.
Usually, you'd be halfway across the room before he could even put down his bag.
Usually, you'd greet him with a hug, your arms around his waist, your cheek against his chest, stealing kisses before he could even say hello properly.
Today, you remained exactly where you were.
Juhoon paused.
"...Baby?"
You looked up and forced a smile.
"Welcome home."
His eyebrows immediately knitted together.
That was the first sign.
The second was when he approached and leaned down for a kiss.
You turned your head.
His lips landed on empty air.
Silence.
Juhoon blinked.
You stared very intensely at your phone.
"...Did I do something?"
"No."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Then why are you dodging me?"
Because if I kiss you, you'll get sick too.
But you couldn't tell him that.
You simply shook your head.
"I'm fine, jju"
Juhoon stared.
Then sighed.
"You are a terrible liar."
Before you could react, his hand settled against your forehead.
The second his palm touched your skin, his entire expression changed.
His eyes widened.
"You're burning up."
"..."
"You have a fever."
"It's not that bad."
"You're literally on fire."
"It's just a little—"
"How long?"
You looked away.
Juhoon groaned.
"How long?"
"Since this morning."
"Since this morning?"
His voice rose.
You winced.
"Sorry."
The moment he saw your expression, his frustration melted away.
Immediately.
Just like that.
His shoulders relaxed.
His thumb brushed your cheek.
"You should've told me."
You leaned into his touch instinctively before catching yourself and pulling away.
"No."
Juhoon frowned.
"No?"
"You'll get sick."
The realization crossed his face.
Oh.
That was why.
Not rejection.
Protection.
You were trying to protect him.
His expression softened so much it almost hurt.
"Oh, sweetheart."
You shook your head stubbornly.
"No touching."
Juhoon laughed.
Actually laughed.
"As if that's happening."
Before you could protest, he crouched in front of you and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
You gasped.
"Juhoon!"
"What?"
"You'll catch it."
Another kiss.
This time on your cheek.
"I'll survive."
"Juhoon."
A third kiss.
Your other cheek.
"You're impossible."
He smiled.
"That's rich coming from you."
─
Twenty minutes later, you were bundled into bed.
Juhoon had somehow transformed into the world's most stubborn nurse.
Medicine.
Water.
Fresh clothes.
Cold towel.
Temperature checks.
All completed with military efficiency.
You watched him move around the room.
His movements were calm and careful.
Gentle.
The kind of care that felt effortless because it came from genuine concern.
"Medicine."
You groaned.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Open."
You buried your face into the blanket.
"No."
Juhoon sighed dramatically.
Then climbed onto the bed.
Immediately, you rolled away.
He caught you within seconds.
"Come here."
"No."
"Medicine."
"No."
"Baby."
"No."
He laughed.
The sound was warm.
Affectionate.
Completely unbothered.
Eventually he managed to get the medicine into your system.
Then he rewarded you with a kiss.
Right on the lips.
Soft.
Brief.
Comforting.
You stared at him.
"That defeats the entire purpose."
"What purpose?"
"Not infecting you."
Juhoon kissed you again.
This one lingering slightly longer.
"I'm aware."
"You are impossible."
"Probably."
You couldn't even stay annoyed.
Not when he was looking at you like that.
Like you were something precious.
─
The fever got worse at night.
Your body hurt.
Your head felt fuzzy.
Everything felt too warm.
Too cold.
Too much.
Without thinking, you reached toward Juhoon.
The movement stopped halfway.
No.
You couldn't.
You pulled your hand back.
Juhoon noticed immediately.
Because of course he did.
He always noticed.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"You wanted a cuddle."
"No."
"Baby."
You looked away.
His eyes softened.
"You always get clingy when you're sick."
Mortifying.
Because it was true.
Normally you'd already be attached to him like a koala.
Curled into his chest.
Stealing kisses.
Playing with his fingers.
Resting your face against his neck.
Instead you were trying desperately to maintain distance.
You didn't want him to get infected at the peak promotion days.
Juhoon reached over and gently took your hand.
"It's okay."
"No."
"It is."
"You'll get sick."
"I don't care."
"Juhoon."
"I care more about you."
Your eyes burned unexpectedly.
Not from fever.
Something else.
Something softer.
More vulnerable.
Juhoon's expression immediately changed.
"Hey."
He brushed your hair back.
Then kissed your forehead.
Slowly.
Tenderly.
"I've got you."
The words wrapped around your aching heart.
I've got you.
Simple.
But somehow exactly what you needed.
─
Sometime after midnight, the fever made you emotional.
You were half-asleep.
Half-delirious.
Entirely attached to Juhoon.
Your face was pressed into his chest.
Your arms wrapped around his waist.
His fingers moved through your hair.
Neither of you spoke.
The apartment was quiet.
Safe.
Warm.
You tilted your head upward.
Juhoon looked down.
His gaze immediately softened.
"What is it?"
You didn't answer.
Instead, you pressed a sleepy kiss against his jaw.
Then another.
Juhoon smiled.
"There she is."
You groaned.
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not."
You kissed his jaw again.
His lips.
His cheek.
As if the fever had melted away every ounce of restraint.
Every time you remembered you shouldn't be doing this, another kiss somehow happened anyway.
Juhoon looked ridiculously pleased about it.
"You were avoiding me all day."
"I was being responsible."
"Terrible decision."
You snorted.
Then immediately buried your face into his shoulder.
He laughed softly.
The vibration beneath your cheek felt comforting.
Familiar.
Home.
─
Around three in the morning, you woke up shivering.
Instantly, Juhoon was awake.
"Hey."
His voice was rough with sleep.
"What happened?"
"Cold."
Within seconds he was adjusting blankets around you.
Checking your temperature.
Making sure you had water.
You watched him through heavy eyelids.
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Keeping you awake."
His expression immediately softened.
"You never have to apologize for needing me."
Your chest hurt.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Because sometimes Juhoon loved so quietly that it caught you off guard.
He climbed back into bed.
Pulled you against him.
Your protest lasted approximately three seconds.
Then you melted.
Completely.
Like you always did.
Like you always would.
His arms wrapped around you securely.
One hand rubbing slow circles against your back.
Steady.
Comforting.
Patient.
You pressed a tired kiss beneath his jaw.
Then another, at the corner of his mouth.
Juhoon laughed quietly.
"So many kisses."
"Your fault."
"My fault?"
"You keep being nice."
His laugh turned into something softer.
Something fond.
The kind of laugh reserved for someone deeply loved.
─
Morning arrived slowly.
The fever had finally started breaking.
Your head still hurt.
But less.
Your body still ached.
But less.
Everything felt manageable again.
When you opened your eyes, Juhoon was already awake.
Watching you.
You blinked.
"That's creepy."
He smiled.
"Good morning."
"How long have you been staring at me?"
"Long enough."
You groaned.
He leaned down.
Pressed a kiss against your forehead.
Then your nose.
Then your cheek.
Then the corner of your mouth.
Each one soft.
Unhurried.
Warm.
You smiled despite yourself.
"You're lucky I love you."
Juhoon laughed.
Then finally kissed you properly.
A gentle press of lips against lips.
Nothing rushed.
Nothing demanding.
Just affection.
Pure and simple.
The kind that felt like a promise.
A promise that he would stay.
A promise that you wouldn't have to face hard days alone.
A promise that even when you were exhausted, sick, messy, emotional, or vulnerable—
you would still be loved.
When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against yours.
"Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Good."
You smiled sleepily.
Then immediately wrapped your arms around him.
Juhoon laughed.
"There she is."
You buried your face into his neck.
Finally giving up on distance.
On responsibility.
On pretending you didn't need him.
Because maybe he was right.
Maybe caring for each other wasn't something that needed to be measured so carefully.
Maybe love was simply this.
Warm hands.
Soft blankets.
Forehead kisses.
Medicine at midnight.
A chest to sleep against.
Someone who noticed before you said a word.
Someone who stayed.
Juhoon's lips brushed your forehead one final time.
Gentle.
Certain.
Like a promise.
And wrapped safely in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart, you finally drifted back to sleep.
playing ( khairiyat ) ── Seonghyeon never says "I love you," but asks everything that means it.
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The university campus was loud.
Not loud in the sense of noise.
It was loud because everyone seemed to belong somewhere.
Groups of friends occupied every corner. Laughter echoed from the cafeteria. Students walked shoulder to shoulder, sharing stories only they understood.
And then there was you.
Walking alone with your backpack hanging from one shoulder.
Not lonely.
Just alone.
You preferred it that way.
Or at least that was what you told yourself.
"Hey!"
You turned.
Keonho jogged toward you with his usual bright grin.
"You skipped lunch again."
"I didn't."
"You absolutely did."
"I had coffee."
"That's not lunch."
"It counts."
"It doesn't"
Keonho looked genuinely offended.
You laughed.
A few steps behind him were the rest of his friends.
Juhoon.
Martin.
James.
And Seonghyeon.
Unlike the others, Seonghyeon wasn't talking.
His hands were tucked into his jacket pockets as he listened to James complain dramatically about a professor.
"You see this?" James pointed at you. "This is another victim of academic pressure."
"Thank you," you said.
"You're welcome."
Seonghyeon's gaze briefly landed on you.
Just for a second.
Then he looked away.
For some reason, that always happened.
You'd catch him looking.
Then he'd immediately pretend he wasn't.
─
The five boys had somehow adopted you into their group.
Nobody knew exactly when.
Maybe because Keonho talked to everyone.
Maybe because Martin hated seeing people eat alone.
Maybe because James decided you were entertaining.
Or maybe because Seonghyeon quietly kept leaving the seat next to him empty whenever the group met.
None of you mentioned it.
It just happened.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
The friendships settled into something comfortable.
You learned that Juhoon was surprisingly competitive.
Martin always carried snacks.
James never stopped talking.
Keonho could make anyone laugh.
And Seonghyeon...
Seonghyeon noticed everything.
Things nobody else paid attention to.
—
"You have a presentation tomorrow."
You blinked.
"What?"
Seonghyeon looked up from his phone.
"Marketing class."
"Oh."
You stared.
"How do you know that?"
"You mentioned it."
"That was two weeks ago."
He shrugged.
As if remembering something you said two weeks ago was normal.
Your heart did something strange.
─
The semester grew busier.
Assignments piled up.
Exams approached.
Sleep became a luxury.
One evening, you remained in the library long after everyone else left.
When you finally checked your phone, there were three messages.
Keonhoho🐶
Yuh still alivee??
DivaJames💅🏻
Gurll! If u fail tmrw we pretendin we don't know u🙄
And one from Seonghyeon.
Sean🦊
Eat something.
That was it.
No greeting.
No explanation.
Just those two words.
You smiled despite yourself.
You too.
The reply came almost immediately.
Already did.
For some reason, that made you feel warm.
─
The routine started after that.
Small messages.
Random check-ins.
Nothing romantic.
Nothing obvious.
Just...
Sean🦊
Reached home?
Drink water
U sound sick
Bring a jacket tmrw
The weather app says it'll be cold
Sometimes you wondered if he did it consciously.
Or if caring simply came naturally to him.
─
One Friday evening, the group stayed late after class.
The sun was setting.
Orange light painted the campus buildings.
James and Keonho were arguing over something ridiculous.
Martin was laughing.
Juhoon looked ready to leave.
You sat beside Seonghyeon on a concrete bench.
Neither of you spoke.
The silence wasn't awkward.
It never was.
Then suddenly he said,
"You look tired."
You glanced at him.
"So do you."
"I slept."
"Liar."
A tiny smile appeared on his face.
Tiny.
Almost invisible.
But it was there.
And somehow that smile felt more precious than anyone else's laughter.
─
The realization came slowly.
Like sunrise.
Not dramatic.
Not sudden.
One day you were talking to him.
The next day you were looking for him in every room.
The day after that, you noticed how safe you felt whenever he was nearby.
And suddenly...
You couldn't imagine your days without him.
─
Unfortunately, life didn't care about your feelings.
Midterm season arrived.
Everyone became busy.
Schedules stopped matching.
Group lunches disappeared.
Conversations became shorter.
Days passed without seeing him.
Then one evening, while walking home, your phone vibrated.
Sean🦊
Reached home?
Your chest tightened.
A simple message.
Yet somehow it felt like the best part of your day.
Almost.
Three dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
A text.
Text me when you arrive.
You smiled the entire walk home.
─
The accident happened two weeks later.
Nothing serious.
Just enough to scare everyone.
You were crossing the street near campus when a cyclist lost control.
You avoided the collision.
But fell hard.
Your ankle twisted painfully.
By the time your friends arrived, you were sitting on the pavement trying not to cry.
James arrived first.
Then Martin.
Then Juhoon.
Then Keonho.
And finally—
Seonghyeon.
Breathless.
Like he'd run the entire way.
His eyes immediately found yours.
"What happened?"
You opened your mouth.
Nothing came out.
For the first time since the fall, the pain felt real.
Because he was here.
Because he looked worried.
Really worried.
"I'm okay."
"You don't look okay."
His voice was calm.
But his hands were trembling slightly.
Nobody else seemed to notice.
You did.
─
The clinic confirmed it wasn't serious.
A sprain.
A few days of rest.
Nothing more.
Everyone relaxed.
Everyone except Seonghyeon.
For the next week, he became impossible.
Carrying your bag.
Bringing notes.
Walking beside you.
Checking if your ankle hurt.
Making sure you ate.
Making sure you rested.
Making sure you weren't pushing yourself.
"You know," James said one afternoon.
"I think Seonghyeon cares more about your ankle than you do."
The entire table laughed.
Seonghyeon rolled his eyes.
But his ears turned red.
And your heart nearly exploded.
─
One evening, you stayed behind after class.
The campus was nearly empty.
The sky glowed soft gold.
You sat on the staircase outside the main building.
A few minutes later, someone sat beside you.
Seonghyeon.
Of course.
"You should be resting."
"You sound like my doctor."
"You should listen to your doctor."
You laughed.
He looked at you.
Really looked.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
The world seemed strangely quiet.
Then he asked softly,
"Did you get scared?"
You froze.
Nobody had asked that.
Everyone asked if you were hurt.
Nobody asked if you were scared.
You swallowed.
"A little."
His expression softened.
And suddenly you understood.
All those messages.
All those reminders.
All those little moments.
He worried.
About you.
Constantly.
─
The confession wasn't planned.
Neither of yours.
It simply happened.
Like most important things.
A few days later, the group gathered at Martin's apartment.
Movies.
Snacks.
Chaos.
Typical.
Halfway through the night, everyone migrated to the living room.
You stepped onto the balcony for fresh air.
A minute later, Seonghyeon joined you.
Neither of you seemed surprised.
The city lights stretched endlessly below.
"You've been quiet."
"So have you."
"Hm."
Silence.
Comfortable silence.
Then you said it.
Without thinking.
"I missed you."
His head turned immediately.
Your heart stopped.
Too late.
The words were already out.
His eyes searched your face.
For a long moment.
Then he quietly admitted,
"I missed you too."
Everything changed.
In a single second.
─
The relationship developed slowly.
The same way your friendship had.
No dramatic declarations.
No rushing.
Just more time together.
More conversations.
More smiles.
More comfort.
More love.
─
One evening, after a late study session, he walked you home.
The streets were peaceful.
The air cool.
When you reached your apartment building, neither of you moved.
Neither wanted the night to end.
Finally, Seonghyeon sighed.
"You should go inside."
"I know."
Neither moved.
Again.
You laughed.
He laughed too.
Then unexpectedly, his hand found yours.
Warm.
Steady.
Natural.
Like it belonged there.
Your heart melted.
─
A week later, he kissed your forehead for the first time.
You'd fallen asleep while studying.
When you woke, the library was almost empty.
Seonghyeon sat beside you.
Watching over your abandoned notes.
"You slept for forty minutes."
"Oh no."
"You needed it."
Before you could respond, he leaned forward.
Pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.
Your entire brain stopped functioning.
His cheeks turned red immediately afterward.
But he didn't take it back.
─
The cheek kiss happened next.
A celebration.
After final exams.
Everyone was happy.
James was practically screaming.
Keonho was laughing.
Martin was taking photos.
Juhoon was bragging.
And you were standing beside Seonghyeon.
Smiling.
He looked at you.
A look full of quiet affection.
Then gently kissed your cheek.
The world disappeared.
Leaving only him.
─
The lip kiss came much later.
Not because either of you didn't want it.
Because neither wanted to rush.
It happened during another evening walk.
The same familiar streets.
The same comfortable silence.
The same feeling of home.
You stopped beneath a streetlamp.
Looking at him.
Really looking.
At the boy who remembered every important date.
The boy who always checked if you'd eaten.
The boy who worried when you were sick.
The boy who quietly loved you long before either of you said it aloud.
"You know," you said softly.
"What?"
"You never actually confessed."
His smile appeared.
Small.
Warm.
Rare.
"I know."
"So?"
"So what?"
You laughed.
"Tell me."
His gaze softened.
The city lights reflected in his eyes.
For a moment, he simply looked at you.
Then stepped closer.
Close enough for your heart to forget how to beat..
"I love you."
The words were quiet.
Simple.
Honest.
Perfect.
Your eyes filled with tears immediately.
And before either of you could say anything else, he cupped your face gently.
Leaning down.
Pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
No rush.
No desperation.
Just warmth.
Comfort.
Home.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.
And for the first time since you'd met him, Eom Seonghyeon said exactly what had been hidden inside every message.
Every reminder.
Every worried glance.
Every check-in.
Every moment.
"Text me when you get home."
You laughed through your tears.
"I'm standing right here."
"I know."
His smile widened.
"But I still want to know you're okay."
And somehow, that sounded even better than "I love you."
Because with Seonghyeon, it always meant the same thing.
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