SCRIPT, Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
STARRING ACTOR!TAESAN ★ FEM!READER
GENRE fakedating slight enemies2lovers fluff
RUNNING TIME 600 ( teaser )
꣑୧ NOTES !ㅤ hope you enjoy >< ! kindly send an ask, or comment under this post to be added to the taglist 💌
ㅤ 💌 original soundtrack !
“Ah, you must be Seolhee’s niece.”
You turned to the source of the voice. A woman in a sleek pantsuit and pointed heels smiled at you. She was tall, older, with glossy black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and an air of authority that made you instinctively straighten your back.
“This way,” she said. “We’re heading into the lounge for a quick meeting.”
You followed without question.
Inside, the lounge was surprisingly quiet. Soundproof walls, a small round table, bottles of water, and untouched snacks arranged neatly on a tray.
Seolhee was already seated, waving you over to sit beside her with a small, reassuring smile.
Taesan walked in a moment later—not sparing you a single glance.
“Everyone’s here?” asked the woman in heels—who you now realized must be the head of PR, judging by the folders she was handing out.
“Let’s keep this short,” she said briskly once everyone was settled, holding a thin binder in one hand and a highlighter in the other. “The official story is simple: Taesan is in a relationship with a long-time family friend. You met through Seolhee, reconnected this year, and decided to keep things private until recently.”
“Family friend?” you whispered to Seolhee.
She didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a safer narrative. Minimal suspicion.”
“One blurry Dispatch photo will go up next week,” the PR head continued. “You’ll be seen together often. We’ll start with one candid, one staged, and a joint event appearance.”
Your eyes flickered to Taesan on instinct. His expression didn’t change. Not a single glance was sent your way.
“No public fights. No contradictory statements. If asked in interviews, you’re allowed to say, ‘We prefer to keep things private,’ or, ‘We’re getting to know each other.’ Keep timelines vague.”
She flipped through the binder quickly, eyes scanning. “That’s about it,” she said after a pause. “You’ll hold hands, post stories, and look like you’re in love. Bare minimum.”
You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe we should start with eye contact first,” you muttered, teeth gritted.
That got his attention because he finally looked at you—eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not a good actor off set,” he said, turning back to Seolhee like you hadn’t spoken.
“You will have to be,” your aunt snapped. “Or you can say goodbye to the two brand endorsements we just signed last week. And the drama offers.”
That shut him up.
The PR woman slid two printed sheets across the table—fake dating contracts. You scanned the paper, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was real. You were about to lie to the entire nation. For tuition money.
Across from you, Taesan signed the paper without a word.
You hesitated, then signed yours.
The meeting adjourned, and one by one, everyone filed out—leaving only you, Seolhee, and Taesan behind.
He stood up, brushing past you like you were invisible, and nodded politely at your aunt. “I’ll see you at the next briefing.” The door clicked shut behind him.
You turned to Seolhee immediately, watching as she tucked the signed contracts into a file.
“What a moron,” you muttered. “Is he always that incapable of basic human decency?”
She gave you a tight smile. “He’s just under a lot of stress.”
You scoffed, grabbing a water bottle off the table. “Right.”
You didn’t complain further, but in your head, one thing was already very clear:
If this was how Han Taesan treated the person saving his public image, he wasn’t just stressed. He was a camera-ready, grade-A jerk.
SCRIPT, Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
STARRING ACTOR!TAESAN ★ FEM!READER
GENRE fakedating slight enemies2lovers fluff
RUNNING TIME 600 ( teaser )
꣑୧ NOTES !ㅤ hope you enjoy >< ! kindly send an ask, or comment under this post to be added to the taglist 💌
ㅤ 💌 original soundtrack !
“Ah, you must be Seolhee’s niece.”
You turned to the source of the voice. A woman in a sleek pantsuit and pointed heels smiled at you. She was tall, older, with glossy black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and an air of authority that made you instinctively straighten your back.
“This way,” she said. “We’re heading into the lounge for a quick meeting.”
You followed without question.
Inside, the lounge was surprisingly quiet. Soundproof walls, a small round table, bottles of water, and untouched snacks arranged neatly on a tray.
Seolhee was already seated, waving you over to sit beside her with a small, reassuring smile.
Taesan walked in a moment later—not sparing you a single glance.
“Everyone’s here?” asked the woman in heels—who you now realized must be the head of PR, judging by the folders she was handing out.
“Let’s keep this short,” she said briskly once everyone was settled, holding a thin binder in one hand and a highlighter in the other. “The official story is simple: Taesan is in a relationship with a long-time family friend. You met through Seolhee, reconnected this year, and decided to keep things private until recently.”
“Family friend?” you whispered to Seolhee.
She didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a safer narrative. Minimal suspicion.”
“One blurry Dispatch photo will go up next week,” the PR head continued. “You’ll be seen together often. We’ll start with one candid, one staged, and a joint event appearance.”
Your eyes flickered to Taesan on instinct. His expression didn’t change. Not a single glance was sent your way.
“No public fights. No contradictory statements. If asked in interviews, you’re allowed to say, ‘We prefer to keep things private,’ or, ‘We’re getting to know each other.’ Keep timelines vague.”
She flipped through the binder quickly, eyes scanning. “That’s about it,” she said after a pause. “You’ll hold hands, post stories, and look like you’re in love. Bare minimum.”
You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe we should start with eye contact first,” you muttered, teeth gritted.
That got his attention because he finally looked at you—eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not a good actor off set,” he said, turning back to Seolhee like you hadn’t spoken.
“You will have to be,” your aunt snapped. “Or you can say goodbye to the two brand endorsements we just signed last week. And the drama offers.”
That shut him up.
The PR woman slid two printed sheets across the table—fake dating contracts. You scanned the paper, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was real. You were about to lie to the entire nation. For tuition money.
Across from you, Taesan signed the paper without a word.
You hesitated, then signed yours.
The meeting adjourned, and one by one, everyone filed out—leaving only you, Seolhee, and Taesan behind.
He stood up, brushing past you like you were invisible, and nodded politely at your aunt. “I’ll see you at the next briefing.” The door clicked shut behind him.
You turned to Seolhee immediately, watching as she tucked the signed contracts into a file.
“What a moron,” you muttered. “Is he always that incapable of basic human decency?”
She gave you a tight smile. “He’s just under a lot of stress.”
You scoffed, grabbing a water bottle off the table. “Right.”
You didn’t complain further, but in your head, one thing was already very clear:
If this was how Han Taesan treated the person saving his public image, he wasn’t just stressed. He was a camera-ready, grade-A jerk.
SCRIPT, Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
STARRING ACTOR!TAESAN ★ FEM!READER
GENRE fakedating slight enemies2lovers fluff
RUNNING TIME 600 ( teaser )
꣑୧ NOTES !ㅤ hope you enjoy >< ! kindly send an ask, or comment under this post to be added to the taglist 💌
ㅤ 💌 original soundtrack !
“Ah, you must be Seolhee’s niece.”
You turned to the source of the voice. A woman in a sleek pantsuit and pointed heels smiled at you. She was tall, older, with glossy black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and an air of authority that made you instinctively straighten your back.
“This way,” she said. “We’re heading into the lounge for a quick meeting.”
You followed without question.
Inside, the lounge was surprisingly quiet. Soundproof walls, a small round table, bottles of water, and untouched snacks arranged neatly on a tray.
Seolhee was already seated, waving you over to sit beside her with a small, reassuring smile.
Taesan walked in a moment later—not sparing you a single glance.
“Everyone’s here?” asked the woman in heels—who you now realized must be the head of PR, judging by the folders she was handing out.
“Let’s keep this short,” she said briskly once everyone was settled, holding a thin binder in one hand and a highlighter in the other. “The official story is simple: Taesan is in a relationship with a long-time family friend. You met through Seolhee, reconnected this year, and decided to keep things private until recently.”
“Family friend?” you whispered to Seolhee.
She didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a safer narrative. Minimal suspicion.”
“One blurry Dispatch photo will go up next week,” the PR head continued. “You’ll be seen together often. We’ll start with one candid, one staged, and a joint event appearance.”
Your eyes flickered to Taesan on instinct. His expression didn’t change. Not a single glance was sent your way.
“No public fights. No contradictory statements. If asked in interviews, you’re allowed to say, ‘We prefer to keep things private,’ or, ‘We’re getting to know each other.’ Keep timelines vague.”
She flipped through the binder quickly, eyes scanning. “That’s about it,” she said after a pause. “You’ll hold hands, post stories, and look like you’re in love. Bare minimum.”
You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe we should start with eye contact first,” you muttered, teeth gritted.
That got his attention because he finally looked at you—eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not a good actor off set,” he said, turning back to Seolhee like you hadn’t spoken.
“You will have to be,” your aunt snapped. “Or you can say goodbye to the two brand endorsements we just signed last week. And the drama offers.”
That shut him up.
The PR woman slid two printed sheets across the table—fake dating contracts. You scanned the paper, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was real. You were about to lie to the entire nation. For tuition money.
Across from you, Taesan signed the paper without a word.
You hesitated, then signed yours.
The meeting adjourned, and one by one, everyone filed out—leaving only you, Seolhee, and Taesan behind.
He stood up, brushing past you like you were invisible, and nodded politely at your aunt. “I’ll see you at the next briefing.” The door clicked shut behind him.
You turned to Seolhee immediately, watching as she tucked the signed contracts into a file.
“What a moron,” you muttered. “Is he always that incapable of basic human decency?”
She gave you a tight smile. “He’s just under a lot of stress.”
You scoffed, grabbing a water bottle off the table. “Right.”
You didn’t complain further, but in your head, one thing was already very clear:
If this was how Han Taesan treated the person saving his public image, he wasn’t just stressed. He was a camera-ready, grade-A jerk.
SCRIPT, Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
STARRING ACTOR!TAESAN ★ FEM!READER
GENRE fakedating slight enemies2lovers fluff
RUNNING TIME 600 ( teaser )
꣑୧ NOTES !ㅤ hope you enjoy >< ! kindly send an ask, or comment under this post to be added to the taglist 💌
ㅤ 💌 original soundtrack !
“Ah, you must be Seolhee’s niece.”
You turned to the source of the voice. A woman in a sleek pantsuit and pointed heels smiled at you. She was tall, older, with glossy black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and an air of authority that made you instinctively straighten your back.
“This way,” she said. “We’re heading into the lounge for a quick meeting.”
You followed without question.
Inside, the lounge was surprisingly quiet. Soundproof walls, a small round table, bottles of water, and untouched snacks arranged neatly on a tray.
Seolhee was already seated, waving you over to sit beside her with a small, reassuring smile.
Taesan walked in a moment later—not sparing you a single glance.
“Everyone’s here?” asked the woman in heels—who you now realized must be the head of PR, judging by the folders she was handing out.
“Let’s keep this short,” she said briskly once everyone was settled, holding a thin binder in one hand and a highlighter in the other. “The official story is simple: Taesan is in a relationship with a long-time family friend. You met through Seolhee, reconnected this year, and decided to keep things private until recently.”
“Family friend?” you whispered to Seolhee.
She didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a safer narrative. Minimal suspicion.”
“One blurry Dispatch photo will go up next week,” the PR head continued. “You’ll be seen together often. We’ll start with one candid, one staged, and a joint event appearance.”
Your eyes flickered to Taesan on instinct. His expression didn’t change. Not a single glance was sent your way.
“No public fights. No contradictory statements. If asked in interviews, you’re allowed to say, ‘We prefer to keep things private,’ or, ‘We’re getting to know each other.’ Keep timelines vague.”
She flipped through the binder quickly, eyes scanning. “That’s about it,” she said after a pause. “You’ll hold hands, post stories, and look like you’re in love. Bare minimum.”
You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe we should start with eye contact first,” you muttered, teeth gritted.
That got his attention because he finally looked at you—eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not a good actor off set,” he said, turning back to Seolhee like you hadn’t spoken.
“You will have to be,” your aunt snapped. “Or you can say goodbye to the two brand endorsements we just signed last week. And the drama offers.”
That shut him up.
The PR woman slid two printed sheets across the table—fake dating contracts. You scanned the paper, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was real. You were about to lie to the entire nation. For tuition money.
Across from you, Taesan signed the paper without a word.
You hesitated, then signed yours.
The meeting adjourned, and one by one, everyone filed out—leaving only you, Seolhee, and Taesan behind.
He stood up, brushing past you like you were invisible, and nodded politely at your aunt. “I’ll see you at the next briefing.” The door clicked shut behind him.
You turned to Seolhee immediately, watching as she tucked the signed contracts into a file.
“What a moron,” you muttered. “Is he always that incapable of basic human decency?”
She gave you a tight smile. “He’s just under a lot of stress.”
You scoffed, grabbing a water bottle off the table. “Right.”
You didn’t complain further, but in your head, one thing was already very clear:
If this was how Han Taesan treated the person saving his public image, he wasn’t just stressed. He was a camera-ready, grade-A jerk.
SCRIPT, Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
STARRING ACTOR!TAESAN ★ FEM!READER
GENRE fakedating slight enemies2lovers fluff
RUNNING TIME 600 ( teaser )
꣑୧ NOTES !ㅤ hope you enjoy >< ! kindly send an ask, or comment under this post to be added to the taglist 💌
ㅤ 💌 original soundtrack !
“Ah, you must be Seolhee’s niece.”
You turned to the source of the voice. A woman in a sleek pantsuit and pointed heels smiled at you. She was tall, older, with glossy black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and an air of authority that made you instinctively straighten your back.
“This way,” she said. “We’re heading into the lounge for a quick meeting.”
You followed without question.
Inside, the lounge was surprisingly quiet. Soundproof walls, a small round table, bottles of water, and untouched snacks arranged neatly on a tray.
Seolhee was already seated, waving you over to sit beside her with a small, reassuring smile.
Taesan walked in a moment later—not sparing you a single glance.
“Everyone’s here?” asked the woman in heels—who you now realized must be the head of PR, judging by the folders she was handing out.
“Let’s keep this short,” she said briskly once everyone was settled, holding a thin binder in one hand and a highlighter in the other. “The official story is simple: Taesan is in a relationship with a long-time family friend. You met through Seolhee, reconnected this year, and decided to keep things private until recently.”
“Family friend?” you whispered to Seolhee.
She didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a safer narrative. Minimal suspicion.”
“One blurry Dispatch photo will go up next week,” the PR head continued. “You’ll be seen together often. We’ll start with one candid, one staged, and a joint event appearance.”
Your eyes flickered to Taesan on instinct. His expression didn’t change. Not a single glance was sent your way.
“No public fights. No contradictory statements. If asked in interviews, you’re allowed to say, ‘We prefer to keep things private,’ or, ‘We’re getting to know each other.’ Keep timelines vague.”
She flipped through the binder quickly, eyes scanning. “That’s about it,” she said after a pause. “You’ll hold hands, post stories, and look like you’re in love. Bare minimum.”
You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe we should start with eye contact first,” you muttered, teeth gritted.
That got his attention because he finally looked at you—eyebrow raised, corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m not a good actor off set,” he said, turning back to Seolhee like you hadn’t spoken.
“You will have to be,” your aunt snapped. “Or you can say goodbye to the two brand endorsements we just signed last week. And the drama offers.”
That shut him up.
The PR woman slid two printed sheets across the table—fake dating contracts. You scanned the paper, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was real. You were about to lie to the entire nation. For tuition money.
Across from you, Taesan signed the paper without a word.
You hesitated, then signed yours.
The meeting adjourned, and one by one, everyone filed out—leaving only you, Seolhee, and Taesan behind.
He stood up, brushing past you like you were invisible, and nodded politely at your aunt. “I’ll see you at the next briefing.” The door clicked shut behind him.
You turned to Seolhee immediately, watching as she tucked the signed contracts into a file.
“What a moron,” you muttered. “Is he always that incapable of basic human decency?”
She gave you a tight smile. “He’s just under a lot of stress.”
You scoffed, grabbing a water bottle off the table. “Right.”
You didn’t complain further, but in your head, one thing was already very clear:
If this was how Han Taesan treated the person saving his public image, he wasn’t just stressed. He was a camera-ready, grade-A jerk.
𝐒𝐂𝐑𝒊𝐏𝐓ㅤ Han Taesan, South Korea's newest rising star, gets caught in a scandal involving two older actresses and is instantly labeles as a playboy using connections to climb the ranks. His PR Team needs damage control—fast. The solution? A sweet, low-profile, long-term girlfriend to fix his image.
𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸,ㅤ Fake dating the nation's most talked-about rookie actor in exchange for your tuition should be easy, right? Except Han Taesan is the worst fake boyfriend ever.
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PARK SUNGHO
sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.
and you dodge.
he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.
and you dodge again.
he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.
you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.
your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.
he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.
you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.
LEE RIWOO
you dodge riwoo’s first kiss, and he just blinks at you with confusion. then he laughs it off, thinking it might’ve just been a coincidence.
but after a few more missed kisses, he places both hands on your shoulders and makes you face him. “alright, what’s up?”
you play innocent. “what do you mean?”
riwoo narrows his eyes before suddenly tugging you closer. his hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place, in close proximity with him.
he leans in slowly, lips lingering over yours. you tilt your head instinctively, anticipating the kiss—
and he pulls away.
his hands, which were just all over your body, are now tucked into his pockets as he turns around casually, whistling a tune.
your lips part in shock. “did you just—”
he tilts his head cockily, a teasing smirk on his lips. “what?”
you grab his collar, pulling him back in. “you—”
he rests his forehead against yours, still smirking. “feels unfair, huh?”
“no. you do not get to turn this on me.”
he just laughs, pecking your nose instead. “payback’s fun.”
MYUNG JAEHYUN
you’ve been ignoring jaehyun’s kisses all day. turning your head every time he leans in, making excuses—his lips landing either on your cheek, shoulder, or somewhere totally random every time he tries to steal a kiss.
at first, he pouts. then he starts laughing, thinking you’re just being playful. by the third time, his smile falters a little, but he doesn’t say anything.
by the end of the day, he’s sitting in a corner, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. one look at him and you immediately regret playing the stupid prank on him.
his usual bright eyes are filled with hesitance, and doubt.
“...do you hate me?” he asks softly.
your heart drops. “what?”
jaehyun bites his lip. “you’ve been ignoring me all day,” he whispers. “did i do something wrong?”
you feel so bad instantly. “oh, jaehyun…” you step closer, reaching for his hand, but he doesn’t move. you have to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek to get him to finally meet your eyes.
“i was just messing with you,” you explain.
his lips tremble slightly. “it wasn’t funny.”
you cup his face, pressing multiple kisses on his forehead until the furrow between his brows disappears. you then pull him in a warm hug, “i know, i’m sorry,” you murmur against his neck.
he melts instantly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both down until you’re settled in his lap. “you owe me cuddles,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“i’ll cuddle you all night,” you promise.
and you do.
HAN TAESAN
the first time you dodge taesan’s kiss, he lets it slide. maybe you didn’t notice, maybe you moved by accident—he doesn’t think much of it.
the second time? he notices.
he doesn’t say anything, just pauses for a fraction of a second before shifting like nothing happened.
oh, so this is how it’s going to be, he thinks.
still, he doesn’t bring it up. he’s patient.
the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about your little game. taesan is sitting next to you, one arm lazily draped around the back of the couch, the other scrolling on his phone.
you lean in instinctively, pressing your hand against his jaw to pull him closer—
and he moves his face, dodging your kiss.
your lips land on empty air, and you freeze, confused. “huh?”
when you look at him, he’s staring back at you with a tiny, satisfied smirk.
“something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence.
you squint at him, mouth agape, realization sinking in. “are you—”
he looks back at his phone, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever stupid video it’s showing. “hm?”
you grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “han taesan.”
you glare before leaning in, attacking him with kisses all over his face—his nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw—everywhere until he’s a giggling mess in your arms.
“there,” you huff, “now we’re even.”
taesan shakes his head and tugs you closer again, his voice softer now. “not yet,” he mutters before finally kissing your lips properly.
KIM LEEHAN
the first time you dodge leehan’s kiss, he blinks in surprise but stays quiet.
the second time, his brows furrow slightly, and he studies you for a moment before shrugging it off.
by the third time, he catches on.
he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he watches. observes. the way your eyes flicker mischievously before dodging, the way you try to hold back a smile—it’s a game.
and he lets you think you’re winning.
until later that evening, when you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, snacking and chatting about nothing in particular. he shifts a little closer, brushing his pinky gently against yours, and you don’t think much of it.
until, in one smooth motion, he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips before you can move away.
your breath catches.
before you can react, he tilts his head, trailing soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, and down your neck. his kisses are slow, teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of the torment inside of you.
“you can’t avoid me forever,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and amused.
your heart stutters. “leehan—”
he finally pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at you with soft eyes and a knowing smile. “done playing now?”
you huff, but your face is burning. “…maybe.”
leehan chuckles, leaning in again—this time, you don’t have it in yourself to dodge.
KIM WOONHAK
you’re lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when woonhak shifts beside you, leaning in.
you turn your head, still focused on your screen.
a beat of silence.
then he talks about something else, acting like nothing happened. a few minutes later, he leans in again. and you dodge. again.
this time, he stops. blinks, lips slightly parted in shock. then, in one swift motion, he rolls over, pinning you down against the mattress.
you yelp in surprise. “woonhak—”
“dodging me?” he muses, fingers finding your sides. “that’s crazy.”
before you can utter another word, he starts tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, squirming, but he’s relentless, laughing as you gasp for air.
“say you won’t do it again,” he demands.
you’re laughing so hard, you can only gasp out, “woonhak, please st—”
“say it.”
“okay, okay. i won’t—”
he finally stops, letting you catch your breath. then, before you can complain, he leans down and presses soft, lingering kisses on your lips.
“you,” he murmurs, kissing you again, “are never allowed to do that again.”
after some thought, i've decided to close this blog. with everything going on in my life right now, i simply don't have the time or energy to write the way i used to.
that said, i will be finishing and sharing the taesan fic. i'm almost done with it, and i'd like to see it through.
thank you to everyone who's read, supported our encouraged me here. i love & cherish you all so much.
this isn't goodbye forever, just for now. hopefully, once things calm down, i'll find my way back to writing ♡
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PARK SUNGHO
sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.
and you dodge.
he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.
and you dodge again.
he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.
you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.
your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.
he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.
you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.
LEE RIWOO
you dodge riwoo’s first kiss, and he just blinks at you with confusion. then he laughs it off, thinking it might’ve just been a coincidence.
but after a few more missed kisses, he places both hands on your shoulders and makes you face him. “alright, what’s up?”
you play innocent. “what do you mean?”
riwoo narrows his eyes before suddenly tugging you closer. his hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place, in close proximity with him.
he leans in slowly, lips lingering over yours. you tilt your head instinctively, anticipating the kiss—
and he pulls away.
his hands, which were just all over your body, are now tucked into his pockets as he turns around casually, whistling a tune.
your lips part in shock. “did you just—”
he tilts his head cockily, a teasing smirk on his lips. “what?”
you grab his collar, pulling him back in. “you—”
he rests his forehead against yours, still smirking. “feels unfair, huh?”
“no. you do not get to turn this on me.”
he just laughs, pecking your nose instead. “payback’s fun.”
MYUNG JAEHYUN
you’ve been ignoring jaehyun’s kisses all day. turning your head every time he leans in, making excuses—his lips landing either on your cheek, shoulder, or somewhere totally random every time he tries to steal a kiss.
at first, he pouts. then he starts laughing, thinking you’re just being playful. by the third time, his smile falters a little, but he doesn’t say anything.
by the end of the day, he’s sitting in a corner, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. one look at him and you immediately regret playing the stupid prank on him.
his usual bright eyes are filled with hesitance, and doubt.
“...do you hate me?” he asks softly.
your heart drops. “what?”
jaehyun bites his lip. “you’ve been ignoring me all day,” he whispers. “did i do something wrong?”
you feel so bad instantly. “oh, jaehyun…” you step closer, reaching for his hand, but he doesn’t move. you have to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek to get him to finally meet your eyes.
“i was just messing with you,” you explain.
his lips tremble slightly. “it wasn’t funny.”
you cup his face, pressing multiple kisses on his forehead until the furrow between his brows disappears. you then pull him in a warm hug, “i know, i’m sorry,” you murmur against his neck.
he melts instantly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both down until you’re settled in his lap. “you owe me cuddles,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“i’ll cuddle you all night,” you promise.
and you do.
HAN TAESAN
the first time you dodge taesan’s kiss, he lets it slide. maybe you didn’t notice, maybe you moved by accident—he doesn’t think much of it.
the second time? he notices.
he doesn’t say anything, just pauses for a fraction of a second before shifting like nothing happened.
oh, so this is how it’s going to be, he thinks.
still, he doesn’t bring it up. he’s patient.
the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about your little game. taesan is sitting next to you, one arm lazily draped around the back of the couch, the other scrolling on his phone.
you lean in instinctively, pressing your hand against his jaw to pull him closer—
and he moves his face, dodging your kiss.
your lips land on empty air, and you freeze, confused. “huh?”
when you look at him, he’s staring back at you with a tiny, satisfied smirk.
“something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence.
you squint at him, mouth agape, realization sinking in. “are you—”
he looks back at his phone, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever stupid video it’s showing. “hm?”
you grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “han taesan.”
you glare before leaning in, attacking him with kisses all over his face—his nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw—everywhere until he’s a giggling mess in your arms.
“there,” you huff, “now we’re even.”
taesan shakes his head and tugs you closer again, his voice softer now. “not yet,” he mutters before finally kissing your lips properly.
KIM LEEHAN
the first time you dodge leehan’s kiss, he blinks in surprise but stays quiet.
the second time, his brows furrow slightly, and he studies you for a moment before shrugging it off.
by the third time, he catches on.
he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he watches. observes. the way your eyes flicker mischievously before dodging, the way you try to hold back a smile—it’s a game.
and he lets you think you’re winning.
until later that evening, when you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, snacking and chatting about nothing in particular. he shifts a little closer, brushing his pinky gently against yours, and you don’t think much of it.
until, in one smooth motion, he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips before you can move away.
your breath catches.
before you can react, he tilts his head, trailing soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, and down your neck. his kisses are slow, teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of the torment inside of you.
“you can’t avoid me forever,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and amused.
your heart stutters. “leehan—”
he finally pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at you with soft eyes and a knowing smile. “done playing now?”
you huff, but your face is burning. “…maybe.”
leehan chuckles, leaning in again—this time, you don’t have it in yourself to dodge.
KIM WOONHAK
you’re lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when woonhak shifts beside you, leaning in.
you turn your head, still focused on your screen.
a beat of silence.
then he talks about something else, acting like nothing happened. a few minutes later, he leans in again. and you dodge. again.
this time, he stops. blinks, lips slightly parted in shock. then, in one swift motion, he rolls over, pinning you down against the mattress.
you yelp in surprise. “woonhak—”
“dodging me?” he muses, fingers finding your sides. “that’s crazy.”
before you can utter another word, he starts tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, squirming, but he’s relentless, laughing as you gasp for air.
“say you won’t do it again,” he demands.
you’re laughing so hard, you can only gasp out, “woonhak, please st—”
“say it.”
“okay, okay. i won’t—”
he finally stops, letting you catch your breath. then, before you can complain, he leans down and presses soft, lingering kisses on your lips.
“you,” he murmurs, kissing you again, “are never allowed to do that again.”
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♡ groups I'm familiar with here is a list of the groups I know well, but if you request someone outside of that list, please be patient—I’ll do my best!♡ deadline: this event closes on july 19th
After my &Team Appreciation post, I’ve got much love and positive feedback from you soooo of course I can’t stand still and not talk about the boys when they keep on dropping bangers and just work so hard!
So I want to start sharing monthly Luné rant posts for everyone to come together, where I collect my favourite moments of &Team lately, that make me smile so big and make my heart squeeze in affection :))))) (Note: I‘m not very fast and up-to-date with lots of socials and trends so pls bare with me)
PLEASE INTERACT, I even encourage you to send photos, videos, stories or just random rants about your favorites <3
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PHOTO CORNER:
If it’s not totally obvious, my hyperfixation lately has been Taki, Taki, Taki with a sprinkle of Maki and Fuma… I can’t tell you how much Taki gives me acute cuteness aggression. (All photo rights go to their respective owners- taken from Pinterest)
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VIDEO CORNER:
Let’s talk about some videos and shorts I have been watching religiously lately.
Literally fully melted my heart, I can’t stop watching. He makes me smile so so so much
Yuma, the respectful gentleman he is!!!!
Seeing Nico like this at their Taipei concert is so special. I feel like he is such a deep-feeling and emotional person (HUGE F), that moments like these just make me tear up a little!
Still the same topic at hand, I wanted to add some snippets of his speech at their ‚Awaken the bloodline’ concert in his hometown Taipei. You can see clearly it means a lot to him. His vulnerable words are an inspiration to so many.
Something about this side of Fuma (his secure and soft protective bodyguard side) makes my heart flutter undeniably. However, seeing how crowded their airport arrivals and departures are and how they literally get mobbed makes my blood boil so mad… Yes, you can appreciate them but NEVER, EVER treat them like this please!!! Give them space! Respect them! (You also wouldn’t want to be in their shoes)
Literal bop! Everytime I hear the song now, I can only think of Taki.
Nicholas is so mischievous, I’m giggling so much! He’s so cute
Euijoo literally has my heart! The way his words are just so honest, so reflective and thankful, makes me appreciate his personality even more. He truly is one of a kind and I’m 1000% convinced that his kindness and truthfulness will lead him to great things.
Now MAKI!!! Lately I just have been flabbergasted by how handsome he is! Maki seems to grow abnormally well into his features and I just want take this moment and say MAKI IS GORGEOUS!!!
Oh my god someone please tell Euijoo how adorable he is when speaking English!!!! And his little polite thank you?? Sobbing right now.
And because we’re already talking about English, please listen to K‘s devastatingly adorable accent! I just love how he says ‚I can speak English‘
WATCH HERE
When I tell you I SQUEAKED at this content- it’s legendary… (fyi you will squeak too!)
WATCH HERE
This ‚Run Wild‘ Performance is GOLD, I repeated it again! You can see their passion, their power and presicion. Love love love
WATCH HERE
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FANFIC CORNER
There are honestly so many amazing &Team writers on Tumblr and I really enjoyed reading each story so much! Here is a collection of some stories I‘ve read and loved lately.
At Last by @mirisss
This werewolf!K story has a really nice world building and I absolutely love the gradual slowburn of it all. If you like &Team as werewolves, this one is for you!
Along The Ome Line, Home (Pt. 1 & 2) by @wenosgf
I literally felt like a mother watching their children grow up in this one. It’s heavily Euijoo and Nicholas based but all the other members are also included. Nostalgic vibes pure, reminding me a lot of the Reply 1988 series.
The Bench by @sjywh0re
Really sentimental short story about grief and friendship and everyday life with our dear Euijoo as protagonist. This one is not romantic and was really refreshing to read.
Animal Attacks by @seodami (me)
I don’t know if the story I wrote deserves to be on this list, but I gave writing another werewolf story with Fuma this time a shot. It’s about mysteriously accumulating animal attacks in town and Fuma as your self defence instructor:) It turned out pretty long and I tried my best at world building… I appreciate every one who managed to read through the 12k words or even just start<3 thank youu
&Team as Werewolves by @urauntiefaye
Another werewolf drabble, I’m sorry not sorry. Behind this one are so many thoughts about the boys and their roles and personalities inside a pack. Super nicely described and really fitting!
Soaked (18+ !!!) by @ninisdollie
Wow okay, this one with Yuma is only for those over 18 and comfortable with reading more mature fanfics. But this one (and really all her other works) are just too good not to share!
Goodnight n Go by @nicholasluvbot
Really adorable little sneak peak into having your first kiss with sweet Jo!!! This one got me giggling hihi… I love how well Jo is described and I love love Jo‘s shyness, I will never not shut up about it! He is just so very adorable and this fic managed to capture that perfectly!
Best friend Maki… by @blue-jisungs
I just read this but something about this Maki imagine has my heart aching. Fluff with a sprinkle of angst and friends to lovers trope, what else do you need? I literally need a continuation of their dynamics.
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You have made it this far, CONGRATS!!! Thank you so much for reading through my monthly Luné rent <3 How do you feel?
Again, I want to say how proud I feel of &Team and their progress and hard work with their Asia Tour ‘Awaken The Bloodline’! They must be incredibly busy, but still manage to talk to Luné, create more entertainment content and train their singing, dancing and performing. I just know they must feel drained out at times and I want to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart! They bring so much light and love and compassion into the entertainment world and deserve all the love and more <3
With much love,
A loving Luné
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