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POPULAR — ZHAO YUFAN

Synopsis- They got one night to themself, the internet got the rest.

Pairings- Idol!James x 6thMember!reader / Established relationship.

Warnings- PDA but other than that none really.

Based on this ask.

A/N Haven’t posted in a min been so busy and ive been flopping but i thought this req was really cute and yes im gonna be continuing the Martin series but i lowkenuinley lost my free trial on that app so yall are gonna have to bare with me.

“Hey, me and Y/N are gonna go out in like ten minutes.”

James said it casually as he walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Martin barely looked up from his phone, nodding absentmindedly before what James had actually said seemed to register.

“Wait, what?”

James laughed. “What?”

“You and Y/N are going out?”

“Yeah?”

Martin finally looked up at him. “James, don’t you think you two are being kinda reckless?”

James scoffed, walking over and dropping a hand onto Martin’s shoulder. “Bro, it’s gonna be late. No one’s gonna be out.”

“You’re saying that like fans magically disappear after midnight.”

“We’re in France,” James argued. “You know we wouldn’t be doing this if we were back home.”

Martin sighed because, annoyingly enough, James wasn’t completely wrong. Ever since the two of them had officially started dating a few weeks ago, they’d definitely been pushing their luck. Nothing major, but enough to make Martin nervous. They’d been going out together more, sitting a little too close during lives, disappearing for hours at a time whenever they got the chance. There had been a few tweets here and there from fans convinced something was going on between them, but most people brushed it off as another bull shit conspiracy theory.

“Okay, but just be careful,” Martin said, setting his phone down. “Like, if you see people walking towards you, run in opposite directions.”

James burst out laughing. “That’s your advice?”

“I’m serious.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled.”

Martin immediately knew he did not, in fact, have it handled.

James gave him one last confident nod before heading towards the door, and Martin could only shake his head.

“Yeah,” he muttered once James was gone. “That’s definitely not gonna come back and bite you.”

James finally left his room and made his way down the hall towards yours. He’d walked this exact route about twenty times already during the trip, usually to bother you or steal something from your room, so when he knocked twice on the door, he already knew you’d know it was him.

Sure enough, the door swung open almost immediately.

“Took you long enough.”

James rolled his eyes. “I’m like two minutes late.”

“Three, actually.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realise I was dating a stopwatch.”

You laughed, stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door shut behind you.

James glanced at you for a second before smiling.

“You look nice.”

“I look the same as I always do.”

“And?”

You tried not to smile as he reached over and nudged your shoulder.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“We’re in a hotel hallway.”

“Okay?”

James laughed before gently wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you started walking.

“So where are we actually going?”

“No clue.”

You stared at him.

“James.”

“What?”

“You dragged me out at basically midnight and don’t even have a plan?”

“The plan is walking around Paris.”

“That’s not a plan.”

“It is when you’re with the right person.”

You groaned immediately.

“That was awful.”

“No, that was smooth.”

“That was something a forty-year-old dad would post on Facebook.”

The warm night air hit you both the second you stepped out of the hotel lobby. It was a welcome change from the stuffy hallways you’d spent most of the day walking through. Paris felt different at night, calmer somehow. The streets weren’t empty, but they weren’t packed either. A few couples wandered hand in hand, people laughed over late dinners on café terraces, and the occasional scooter buzzed past.

For the first time in what felt like forever, neither of you had a schedule to follow.

James shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he looked up at the buildings surrounding you.

“See?” he said with a satisfied smile. “Worth it.”

You glanced at him. “We’ve literally been outside for five seconds.”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t even know if it’s worth it yet.”

“I’ve got a feeling.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Right… because your feelings are always reliable.”

“They are.”

“I promise theyre not.”

James gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Wow.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“That hurts.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop smiling as the two of you began walking down the pavement together. There wasn’t really a destination in mind, but neither of you cared. That was kind of the whole point of sneaking out. For once there weren’t cameras following your every move, staff telling you where to stand, or managers checking the time every five minutes.

Well… at least that’s what you hoped.

“So,” you said after a comfortable silence settled between you, “what exactly are we gonna do?”

James looked over at you.

“what are we gonna do?”

“Mhm.”

He scratched the back of his neck before letting out a small laugh.

“I don’t know, what do you wanna do?”

You stopped walking.

He took another step before realising you’d stayed behind.

“James.”

“You dragged me out of the hotel,” you said, pointing at him accusingly, “and now youre asking me to decide? Youre aware that im like the most indecisive person you know?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“James.”

“What?”

“You practically begged me to come.”

“I did.”

“And now you’re telling me we’re just… wandering?”

“Pretty much.”

You stared at him for a second before shaking your head.

“I cannot believe you.”

He laughed, walking back over to you.

“What? It’s fun.”

“It would’ve been nice to know that before I spent twenty minutes deciding what to wear.”

“You always take twenty minutes deciding what to wear.”

“That’s not the point.”

He grinned, reaching for your hand without thinking. His fingers slipped between yours so naturally that neither of you acknowledged it anymore. Just a few weeks ago you’d both been awkward about simple things like holding hands, worried someone would see or one of you would overthink it. Now it almost felt strange not to.

“Okay,” James said after pretending to think for a moment. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh, finally.”

“Ice cream.”

You blinked at him.

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nearly midnight.”

“So?”

“What ice cream shop is open at midnight?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

You laughed.

“You’re like so helpful jammie.”

“I know.”

“Sarcasm.”

“Right.”

You nudged his shoulder, earning another smile from him.

The two of you continued walking anyway, occasionally peeking down side streets or reading the signs above cafés that were still open. James attempted to pronounce almost every French word he saw, and every attempt somehow sounded worse than the last.

“‘Boulangerie,’” he read confidently.

You looked at him.

“…That’s definitely not how you say it.”

“It definitely is.”

“No.”

“It sounded French.”

“It sounded like you made it up.”

“Wow.”

You laughed so hard you had to let go of his hand for a second, shaking your head as he tried, and failed, to defend himself.

“You know,” he muttered, trying not to laugh too, “I don’t appreciate being judged.”

“I don’t appreciate listening to whatever that accent was.”

“You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh? So now I’m lucky?”

“Very.”

You smiled, trying to hide it by looking away.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You simply walked side by side, taking in the quiet streets, the warm breeze, and the glow of the city around you.

It felt normal.

And for people whose lives were anything but normal, that was exactly what made nights like this so special.

The two of you had been walking for a while now, taking random turns whenever a street looked interesting. Every now and then James would slow down to look at a building or a café menu written entirely in French before immediately giving up.

“I have no idea what any of that says,” he mumbled.

“Whip out the google trampnslate.”

“I thought I’d magically figure it out.”

“Hasn’t happened yet?”

“Not looking likely.”

You smiled to yourself as you kept walking beside him. It was nice not having to rush anywhere. No cameras following behind, no staff calling one of your names every five minutes. Just the sound of your shoes against the pavement and the occasional conversation from people walking past.

Your eyes wandered across the street until something caught your attention.

Warm lights glowed through the windows of a little café tucked between two buildings. There were only a few people inside, but it definitely didn’t look closed.

You reached over and lightly nudged James with your elbow.

“That one.”

He looked where you were pointing before tilting his head at the sign above the door.

“…I’m not saying that.”

“Why?”

“Because whatever comes out of my mouth is gonna be offensive to the entire country.”

You laughed.

“Fair.”

“You say it.”

“No.”

“Yah so don’t make fun of my pronunciation.”

“I just know you somehow would’ve made it worse.”

He gave you a fake offended look before you grabbed his hand and started leading him across the road.

“Come on before it closes.”

“Bossy.”

“Shh.”

James let you pull him along without another complaint, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“By the way,” You said as you reached the door, “I’m not paying.”

He looked at you.

“…I literally have my card in my hand.”

“Just making sure.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.”

There wasn’t much of a queue, which wasn’t exactly surprising considering it was creeping towards one in the morning. The café was quiet, save for a couple sitting by the window and two employees chatting behind the counter.

James stood beside you, staring at the menu with a slight frown.

“…Why are there so many flavours?”

You laughed. “You’ve had, like, ages to think.”

“I know.”

“And?”

“I’ve somehow become less certain.”

“You do this every time.”

“I like having options.”

“You hate having options.”

“…Yeah.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as the employee called you over.

James stepped up first.

“What do you want?”

“Phishfood.”

He looked over his shoulder.

“That’s the one with the… fish?”

You stared at him.

“…No.”

“I’ve never had it.”

“It doesn’t have actual fish in it.”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“You stupid.”

He laughed before turning back to the employee, ordering your ice cream first before choosing something for himself.

The cool night air met you again as you stepped onto the pavement. Without thinking, you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek before taking a spoonful of your ice cream.

James smiled to himself but didn’t say anything.

The streets had grown even quieter than before. You wandered aimlessly, talking about anything that came to mind, until the buildings began opening up around you.

Your eyes drifted ahead.

“James look.”

“I know.”

Towering above the rooftops, the Eiffel Tower glowed against the dark sky, somehow looking even bigger than it had from the hotel.

Before you could say anything else, you felt James’ spoon dip into your cup.

You looked down.

Then back at him.

“I paid for it.”

“You paid for my ice cream.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s not how that works.”

“It is in my head.”

You laughed despite yourself, hitting his shoulder.

“You literally have your own.”

“Yours tastes better”

“You haven’t even tried yours.”

“I don’t need to.”

You sighed dramatically before holding the cup out towards him.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d cave.”

“I didn’t.”

“You definitely did.”

“You were going to keep stealing it otherwise.”

“…Probably.”

Then a bright flash caught your eye.

You instinctively turned your head, scanning the street behind you.

“…Did you see that?”

James looked over too, eyebrows knitting together. “See what?”

“I don’t know…” You frowned, looking around for another second before giving up. “There was like a flash.”

He glanced behind him one last time before looking back at you.

“There wasn’t anyone there.”

“Don’t worry.” He shrugged. “It’s probably nothing.”

You looked around once more. The streets weren’t exactly empty, there were still people wandering around, but no one seemed to be paying either of you any attention.

“…Yeah.”

You let it go.

It was probably nothing.

The two of you continued walking, James’ arm naturally finding its way back around your waist as you wandered further towards the open square ahead. The closer you got, the more the Eiffel Tower came into view until eventually there was nothing blocking it at all, apart from a few couples sat on the steps.

You slowed to a stop.

“…Okay.”

James looked at you.

“You were right.”

“I know.”

“The view’s actually insane.”

“I know.”

“You don’t have to keep saying ‘I know.’”

“I know.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes before tossing your empty ice cream tub into a nearby bin.

“We have to take pictures.”

“I was waiting for you to say that.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket as the two of you wandered around for a minute, trying to find the perfect angle where the tower sat neatly behind you.

“There,” James nodded.

You stood beside him, opening your camera.

Neither of you really needed to say anything anymore.

You’d done this a hundred times before.

James leaned in until your faces were touching.

You pressed the side button once.

Then again.

On the third one, you both stuck your tongues out at the exact same time.

You leaned in just enough for the tips of your tongues to briefly touch before quickly taking the picture.

“Send that one to me,” James laughed.

“No, absolutely not.”

“It’ll never see the light of day.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm.”

You hit his arm, still smiling.

Then-

Flash.

This time there was no mistaking it.

Both of you looked up at the same time.

“…Okay,” you said slowly. “You saw that one.”

James nodded, his smile fading slightly as he looked around.

“Yeah…”

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

The square suddenly didn’t feel as empty as it had a minute ago.

James tried to brush it off anyway.

“Don’t worry,” he said, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze. “Probably just someone’s kid messing around with one of those disposable cameras.”

You looked at him.

“Jammie.”

“…What?”

“No kid would be up at this time.”

He opened his mouth to answer.

Another flash lit up the space between you.

This time it came from much closer.

Your stomach dropped.

You both turned towards the source just as three people stepped out from beside one of the nearby paths.

Two girls.

And a guy holding his phone horizontal.

The girls looked frozen for a second, like they couldn’t quite believe they’d actually found you.

The guy, on the other hand…

Lowered the camera.

Then immediately lifted it again.

Flash.

James’ cursed under his breath, while you quickly let go of his hand as if the damage hadn’t already been done.

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hate me for this idc.

The ones saying “boycott! Boycott!” are the same ones complaining how overworked enhypen is.. so yall js want them to be overworked for nothing? If you boycott dont be all depressed when they disband. Also Ride Or Die reaching 1mil streams in 15 hrs doesnt sound like ur “boycotts” are working… (as a moa), how are you going to say ‘boycott’ then let a song thats been out for 15 hrs get ONLY barely 20k less listens than Panic (beomgyu) and No Labels (yeonjun) which are solos from two idols who had full support the whole time 😂 (mind you EVANs profile wasnt even up for a while)

You guys always say boycotting works because “oh, oh, if you dont support them, then HYBE will notice and stop wasting time overworking them!!”

yall should KNOW by now that hybe / be:lift doesnt give a single shit about any group. theyre gonna continue overworking them. you guys cant do shit about it. Just forget about it. if you do any of this bullshit just dont call yourself an engene.

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I can't take it anymoreee

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wait ouu shii i need to make a sub jake fic 🤤🫱🏼

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𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸: when sunoo insists on getting mint chocolate chip ice cream for your first date, you’re convinced it’s going to taste like toothpaste. somehow, between the teasing, shared smiles, and the surprisingly good ice cream, the night ends up being even sweeter than you expected.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: shy!sunoo x teasing!reader

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳: ~450

𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲: first date, fluff, teasing

𝖠/𝖭: part 3 of Between Takes is still in the works, so here’s a little placeholder fic while i finish it 😭 thank you for reading, and hopefully the next chapter will be out soon <3

The first thing Sunoo said when he handed you the ice cream was—

“Don’t make that face.”

You looked down at the pale green scoop in your cone and then back up at him.

“I’m not making a face.”

“You are absolutely making a face.”

You laughed. “It looks like toothpaste.”

Sunoo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d personally offended him.

“That’s it. Date over.”

“Already?”

“Yep.”

“After twenty minutes?”

“You called mint chocolate chip toothpaste.”

Despite his words, he was smiling.

The two of you continued walking down the sidewalk, the warm evening air making your ice cream melt almost immediately.

Sunoo glanced over.

“Just try it.”

“What if it’s bad?”

“It isn’t.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“I’m never wrong.”

You rolled your eyes before finally taking a small bite.

For a second, Sunoo watched you so intensely it was almost funny.

Then your eyes widened.

“Oh.”

His grin appeared instantly.

“See?”

“Oh, wait.”

“See?”

“Okay, that’s actually really good.”

Sunoo looked entirely too proud of himself.

“I know.”

“You’ve been acting like you invented mint chocolate.”

“I basically did.”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your cone.

The rest of the walk was easy.

Comfortable.

You talked about everything and nothing at all, jumping between favorite movies, embarrassing childhood stories, and whether pigeons secretly judged people.

At some point, Sunoo reached over and wiped a tiny bit of melted ice cream from the corner of your mouth.

The movement was so natural that neither of you seemed to realize what had happened until afterward.

Both of you froze.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

Your face immediately grew warm.

Sunoo’s ears turned pink.

Then he smiled shyly.

“Cute.”

Your heart practically stopped.

“What?”

“I said you looked cute.”

He took another bite of his ice cream as if he hadn’t just completely destroyed your ability to think.

The rest of the date passed with a permanent smile stuck on your face.

When you finally reached your house, the sun had almost disappeared.

Neither of you seemed particularly eager to say goodbye.

“So…” Sunoo said, rocking back on his heels.

“So…”

“Would it be too obvious if I asked you on a second date?”

You laughed.

“A little.”

“Okay.”

“But I’d still say yes.”

His smile was brighter than the sunset.

“Good.”

Then he pointed at your now-empty cone.

“And next time, we’re getting mint chocolate again.”

You shook your head.

“I should’ve known this was all a scheme to convert me.”

Sunoo simply linked his pinky with yours for a brief second before letting go.

“Maybe.”

If every first date ended like this, you thought, maybe mint chocolate wasn’t so bad after all.

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[nishariki]

SUMMARY: after a long first week of filming, things between you and sunghoon start to feel a little less awkward—until a sudden schedule change forces you to spend more time with another co-star, and you realize not everything on set is as simple as it seemed at the start.

PAIRING: idol!sunghoon x actress!reader

WORD COUNT: 779

CONTENT CONTAINS: slow burn, jealousy tension, industry au, emotional discomtort, developing relationship, implied romantic tension

A/N: i had parts 1 and 2 planned out pretty early, but part 3 is still mostly a rough draft right now, so it might take me a little longer to finish. i know where i want the story to go, i just need to get the details figured out 😭

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CHAP. 02

Nothing felt quite as unfamiliar anymore.

Not the set. Not the cameras. Not the endless schedules that seemed determined to consume every waking hour of your life.

The first few weeks of filming had been awkward, exhausting, and occasionally embarrassing. Now, everything felt easier.

The cast had settled into a rhythm. Staff members no longer introduced themselves every morning. Filming moved more smoothly than it had during those first chaotic days.

Even you and Sunghoon had changed.

It happened so gradually that neither of you seemed to notice.

One day, conversations were limited to polite greetings and discussions about filming.

The next, you somehow found yourselves talking about everything else.

The first sign came when a cup of coffee appeared beside your script one morning.

You looked up to find Sunghoon standing there.

“You looked tired.”

“Wow. Good morning to you too.”

His ears immediately turned pink.

“That’s not what I meant.”

You laughed.

The conversation lasted less than a minute before filming started.

Still, it set the tone for the rest of the day.

And somehow, the days after that too.

Between scenes, the two of you talked more than anyone expected.

Sometimes it was about work.

Most of the time, it wasn’t.

You learned that Sunghoon tended to overthink things before filming difficult scenes. He learned that you always carried snacks in your bag because production catering could never be trusted.

You learned that he rehearsed lines constantly.

He learned that you hated tomatoes with a surprising amount of passion.

“You talk about tomatoes like they personally wronged you.”

“They did.”

“They’re vegetables.”

“They’re enemies.”

For nearly five minutes, neither of you accomplished anything except arguing about tomatoes.

The assistant director eventually had to interrupt.

Neither of you stopped laughing for the next ten minutes.

Moments like that became normal.

Without realizing it, you started looking for him when you arrived on set.

Not intentionally.

You just noticed when he wasn’t there.

The same seemed to apply to him.

If one of you finished filming early, the other somehow ended up saving a seat nearby.

If lunch arrived, someone always asked where the other person was.

The cast began noticing long before either of you did.

The teasing started shortly afterward.

Nothing serious.

Just comments.

Looks.

Smiles that lasted slightly too long.

Enough to make both of you deny everything despite there being absolutely nothing to deny.

One afternoon, the director watched the two of you rehearse a scene before finally shaking his head.

“What?”

The man pointed toward both of you.

“Whatever this is, keep doing it.”

You frowned.

“Doing what?”

“The chemistry.”

Your face immediately heated.

Across from you, Sunghoon looked equally embarrassed.

The director looked pleased with himself.

The rest of the set wasn’t much better.

For the next hour, neither of you could make eye contact without someone making a comment.

It was awful.

Mostly because everyone seemed to be enjoying it.

As filming continued, the drama itself began falling into place.

Scenes that once required multiple takes now wrapped up quickly.

The awkwardness that had plagued the beginning of production was gone.

In its place was something much easier.

Something comfortable.

One evening, filming ran much later than expected.

By the time everyone wrapped up, exhaustion was written across nearly every face on set.

Someone suggested food.

Nobody had the energy to argue.

The cast ended up crowded around a restaurant table, conversations overlapping as everyone attempted to stay awake long enough to eat.

At some point, the person beside you changed.

You didn’t notice until Sunghoon slid into the empty seat across from you.

The conversation continued.

Hours seemed to pass without anyone realizing.

Stories were exchanged.

Arguments started and ended.

People laughed until they could barely breathe.

For the first time since filming began, it felt less like a production and more like a group of friends spending time together.

Eventually, one person left.

Then another.

Then another.

Until only a handful remained.

The restaurant staff had started cleaning nearby tables by the time everyone finally decided to head home.

Outside, the night air felt cooler than expected.

Goodbyes were exchanged in the parking lot.

Managers called people toward waiting cars.

Schedules for tomorrow were discussed.

Everything felt normal.

Comfortably normal.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed toward your car.

“See you tomorrow.”

You glanced back.

Sunghoon stood beside his own vehicle.

There was nothing special about the words.

The two of you said them all the time.

Still, you found yourself smiling.

“See you tomorrow.”

A small smile appeared on his face before he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Moments later, his car disappeared from the parking lot.

You watched the taillights disappear before finally turning toward your own.

Tomorrow would be another filming day.

Another schedule.

Another ordinary day.

At least, that’s what you thought.

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SUMMARY: after a long first week of filming, things between you and sunghoon start to feel a little less awkward—until a sudden schedule change forces you to spend more time with another co-star, and you realize not everything on set is as simple as it seemed at the start.

PAIRING: idol!sunghoon x actress!reader

WORD COUNT: 866

CONTENT CONTAINS: slow burn, jealousy tension, industry au, emotional discomfort, developing relationship, implied romantic tension

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with actor/idol aus lately and the idea of sunghoon acting in a romance drama just refused to leave my brain 😭 this is going to be a slow burn series so things start off a little awkward on purpose… trust the process

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CHAP. 01

Acting wasn’t anything new to you.

After years in the industry, script readings had become second nature. You’d attended more than you could count, sitting through countless introductions, table reads, and production meetings. Some projects turned into career highlights, while others became distant memories the moment filming wrapped. As you stepped into the conference room for your newest drama, you weren’t entirely sure which category this one would fall into.

The room was already buzzing with conversation. Staff members moved between tables carrying paperwork while actors greeted one another, some meeting for the first time and others reuniting after previous projects. You offered polite bows to familiar faces as you made your way inside, searching for your assigned seat.

That’s when you spotted him.

Park Sunghoon.

You knew who he was, of course. Anyone living in South Korea knew who he was. Between ENHYPEN’s success and his growing popularity outside of music, his face wasn’t exactly easy to miss. Still, this would be the first time you’d ever actually worked together.

You’d expected him to be surrounded by people.

Instead, he sat quietly in his chair, script already open in front of him. He looked focused. Maybe a little nervous.

As if sensing your gaze, he glanced up.

For a brief moment, your eyes met.

Both of you immediately bowed.

The interaction lasted less than two seconds.

Yet somehow it managed to be awkward.

You quickly looked away and continued toward your seat, only to realize your assigned spot happened to be directly beside him.

Of course it was.

The script reading began shortly afterward, saving both of you from any forced small talk. For the next couple of hours, the cast worked through the drama scene by scene while the writers and director occasionally paused to explain certain details. You found yourself paying more attention to Sunghoon than you’d expected.

Not intentionally.

Just out of curiosity.

This would be his first major acting role, and while there were moments where his nerves showed, he was surprisingly prepared. Every line had notes written beside it. Entire sections of the script were highlighted. Whenever the director offered feedback, he listened carefully before immediately applying it.

It was obvious he was taking this seriously.

By the time the reading ended, the room felt considerably lighter than before. Conversations started up again as people packed their belongings and discussed upcoming filming schedules. You were gathering your things when a voice beside you caught your attention.

“You did really well.”

You looked up.

Sunghoon looked almost as surprised as you did.

A small smile appeared on your face.

“So did you.”

His ears immediately turned pink.

“Thank you.”

Neither of you said anything after that.

Not because the conversation was over.

More because neither of you seemed to know where to take it next.

A manager called his name moments later, effectively ending the interaction before either of you could figure it out.

Still, as you left the building that afternoon, you found yourself smiling slightly.

The conversation had lasted all of ten seconds.

It wasn’t much.

But it was a start.

The first few weeks of filming passed faster than expected.

Like every production, there was an adjustment period. Long hours became normal. Early call times became routine. Most days blurred together between filming, interviews, script revisions, and promotional content.

You and Sunghoon remained friendly, though neither of you had quite moved beyond awkwardness yet.

At least not completely.

The first romantic scene the two of you filmed was proof of that.

The scene itself wasn’t difficult. It was a simple conversation between your characters, meant to establish emotional tension before the romance truly began. Yet somehow both of you managed to make it look like two strangers being forced to sit together during a group project.

The director noticed immediately.

“So,” he said after calling cut for the third time, “are we filming a romance drama, or should I tell the writers to switch genres?”

The entire set burst into laughter.

You immediately covered your face.

Across from you, Sunghoon looked equally embarrassed.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

That only made everyone laugh harder.

For the first time, you heard him genuinely laugh too.

The sound caught you off guard.

Not because it was unusual, but because it felt natural. Relaxed. Like he’d forgotten about cameras and expectations for a second.

Something seemed to shift after that.

Not overnight, and not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for the two of you.

The conversations became easier. The awkward silences became shorter. Questions about filming slowly turned into discussions about music, favorite foods, funny filming stories, and whatever happened to come up between takes. There were still moments where neither of you knew what to say, but they no longer felt uncomfortable.

As filming wrapped for the day a few weeks later, you found yourself walking toward your car with a small smile on your face.

For the first time since production had started, you realized you were actually looking forward to coming back tomorrow.

And for reasons you weren’t quite ready to admit, that realization had a lot to do with Park Sunghoon.

more parts coming VERY soon i promise :)

[nishariki]

❀。Morning After

SUMMARY: after an eventful night together, you wake up to find anton already downstairs making breakfast while your daughter keeps the two of you on your toes with one very… unfortunate question.

PAIRING: husband!anton x wife!reader

WORD COUNT: ~900

CONTENT CONTAINS: domestic fluff, implied off-screen intimacy.

A/N: i was scrolling through old riize photos and rediscovered that anton apron picture and immediately got hit with this idea 😭 that man is genuinely the hottest person on planet earth and nobody can convince me otherwise. anyway!! this is my first time ever publishing a fanfic, so please be nice lol. hope you enjoy ..♡

⛧ NOT PROOF-READ !!

Four years.

That’s how long you’ve been with Anton.

Three years of marriage, one beautiful daughter, and somehow you still found yourself falling for him all over again every day.

Life wasn’t always perfect. Between work, sleepless nights when Mina was a newborn, and the occasional disagreements over who forgot to restock the fridge, there were plenty of challenges. But at the end of the day, none of it really mattered.

Because every night ended the same way.

With him.

And every morning began the same way, too.

With him.

Mina was two years old now. Curious, outgoing, and far too observant for her own good. She had Anton’s eyes, Anton’s smile, and somehow even copied the way he tilted his head whenever she was confused.

She was practically his twin.

The night before had been one of those rare nights where neither of you had anything planned the next morning. No schedules, no rushing around, no responsibilities waiting for either of you.

Just time together.

By the time you finally fell asleep, wrapped comfortably in Anton’s arms, you felt more relaxed than you had in weeks.

Which explained why you slept much later than usual.

The smell of breakfast is what finally pulls you awake.

You blink slowly, stretching beneath the blankets before glancing toward the empty side of the bed.

Anton was already downstairs.

A small smile appears on your face.

Of course he was.

After throwing on one of his oversized hoodies, you make your way downstairs, still fighting off the last traces of sleep.

The sound of tiny giggles reaches your ears before you even enter the kitchen.

The sight waiting for you immediately melts your heart.

Anton stands at the stove making pancakes while Mina sits in her booster seat, happily eating applesauce and swinging her legs beneath the table.

Her bedhead is completely out of control.

She looks adorable.

The second she notices you, her eyes brighten.

“Mama!”

“Good morning, baby.”

You lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head before brushing a few messy strands away from her face.

Satisfied, she returns to her applesauce.

You walk over to Anton and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

His body relaxes instantly.

One of his hands settles over yours.

“Morning,” he says softly.

“Morning.”

You rest your cheek against his back.

For a few moments, neither of you says anything.

You simply enjoy being close.

The warmth.

The comfort.

The familiarity.

It feels like home.

“Sleep okay?” he asks.

You hum.

“Very okay.”

A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“Good.”

You smile against his shoulder.

Across the kitchen, Mina watches the two of you closely.

Neither of you notices.

“Mama?”

You glance over.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Mina tilts her head.

“What were those noises you were making last night?”

Everything stops.

You freeze.

Anton freezes.

The pancake he’s holding nearly folds in half.

“What?” you ask.

Mina shrugs.

“The noises.”

She attempts to imitate them, though what comes out sounds nothing like anything either of you remember.

Your face immediately heats up.

Slowly, you turn toward Anton.

His ears are bright red.

He looks absolutely horrified.

“Mina…” he starts.

“Daddy?”

“Uh…”

He looks at you for help.

You look right back at him.

You’re on your own.

Mina blinks.

Waiting.

Anton clears his throat.

“Mommy and Daddy were just talking.”

“Talking?”

“Yep.”

“At nighttime?”

“Yep.”

“While I was sleeping?”

“Yep.”

Mina narrows her eyes.

“That’s weird.”

The serious look on her face makes you laugh despite yourself.

Anton covers his face with one hand.

“Daddy’s weird,” Mina decides.

“Hey.”

“And Mama’s weird.”

“That’s not very nice,” you tell her.

She grins.

Then immediately points at her empty applesauce cup.

“More?”

The entire conversation is forgotten within seconds.

Just like that.

Anton lets out a quiet sigh of relief before grabbing another applesauce pouch from the fridge.

You watch him carefully.

The red tint still hasn’t left his ears.

Cute.

A little while later, breakfast is finally ready.

The three of you sit together at the kitchen table while sunlight streams through the windows.

Mina talks endlessly about cartoons, stuffed animals, and things that make absolutely no sense.

Neither of you interrupts.

You just listen.

Anton reaches for your hand beneath the table.

A simple gesture.

One he’s done countless times before.

Yet somehow it still makes your heart flutter.

You glance over.

He catches you looking.

“What?” he asks quietly.

You smile.

“Nothing.”

His lips curve into a smile of his own. Four years together, three years married.

One curious little girl who asked far too many questions.

And somehow, sitting in your kitchen with Anton beside you and Mina happily chatting away, you can’t imagine a better life than this.

i apologize if this was short… its my first fic (kind of) after all. :(

pls dont jump me..