This is my first fanfic here, yeyyyyy!!! I'm so excited.
I must say that english isn't my first language so you might find misspellings, anyway, enjoy and let me know your thoughts, mwaaa!
➜ Baku (park humin) x reader
" What happens when two best friends return to each other's lives when they least expect it ? "
The soft hum of the city created the perfect atmosphere for the small group of friends who had been walking around all day.
"Guys, I know a place that makes the best fried chicken—I think in the whole world," one of your friends said, taking a few steps ahead of the group. "I promise, it's like kissing heaven. Follow me," he said, taking the lead.
You only groaned, exhausted—your feet aching from walking the entire day.
"Do we really have to walk? I'm sure there's a bus that can take us."
"Nuh-uh, food tastes extra better when you're starving."
You looked down in defeat.
After 30 minutes of walking, the group finally reached the restaurant. Something in the back of your mind recognized this place, like one of those déjà vu moments, but you couldn’t figure out why it felt so familiar.
As the group entered, an old man gestured toward a large table for the five of you.
"Can I take your order now, or should I come back later?" he asked, holding a notepad in his hand.
"I'll order for them," said your friend—the one who had insisted on coming—grabbing the menu and pointing to the order.
You got lost scanning the place. It wasn’t fancy. It looked cozy. Apart from your group of friends, there was only a couple and what seemed like a work celebration.
"How did you find this place?" you asked, resting your face on your hand.
"This has been my secret for so long," your friend said, extending his arms dramatically. "A friend of mine recommended it to me," he continued, a wide smile on his face.
While waiting for your order, you chatted with your friends about school, upcoming exams, and a little bit of everything.
"Are you okay?" asked the friend sitting next to you. "Since we walked in, you've been scanning this place like crazy."
You let out a slight laugh. "This place feels familiar to me, but I can't remember why," you frowned slightly. "I'm sure it's nothing. I bet it's just because my tummy is screaming for food." You brushed it off.
"Here's your order," the waiter said, arriving with the food.
You turned your head toward the waiter, and in that instant, everything made sense.
You had been here before. You remembered it. You remembered him. How could you have ever forgotten him?
"Park Humin?" you whispered in surprise.
He turned his head toward you, his eyes widening in shock.
"You—you… Are you really here? Or am I dreaming again?" He pointed at you, his voice trembling as if he had just seen a ghost.
You stood up from your seat and took a few steps toward him.
"It's good to see you, Baku," you said with a wide smile, embracing him in a hug.
He tensed for a moment. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was really you—hugging him like you used to, calling him by that familiar name with your voice. Then, he hugged you back, tightly.
Your friends exchanged confused glances, trying to understand what was happening. You had never told them about Humin before.
You pulled away from the hug and turned to them.
"Guys, this is my childhood friend," you said, your smile growing wider. "Park Humin."
He looked at you with big puppy eyes, tracing every feature of your face before turning to your friends.
"I'm Park Humin. It's my pleasure," he greeted them.
The rest of the night was filled with questions from your friends about Humin. You answered them, trying not to sound too excited.
After finishing your meal, it was time to pay and leave.
One of your friends paid the bill, and as you were preparing to go, you felt a soft hand grab your wrist.
"Can we talk for a moment?" You noticed the nervousness in his voice, but his eyes never left yours.
You only nodded, letting him take you outside the restaurant, separating you from your group of friends.
Looking at him felt like nothing had changed. You had to leave the city because of your parents' jobs, and at the age of seven, that had felt like the end of the world.
Mostly because you hadn't wanted to leave him—scared he might forget you one day.
That fear had made the move even harder than it already was. But with a painful ache in your heart, you had said your goodbyes to him.
"Humin… I'm leaving," you had confessed, fidgeting with your fingers, too scared to meet his eyes.
He had looked at you in confusion, sensing that something was wrong.
"My dad got promoted, so we're moving to Japan next week," your voice was filled with sadness and regret. You felt guilty, even though it wasn’t something you could control.
He hadn’t said anything—just stared at you, which only made you feel worse.
"Baku, can you ple—" you had stopped talking when you felt his arms wrap around you—hugging you tightly, afraid to let go.
Now, outside the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never loosened.
Your eyes locked. Neither of you spoke—just staring at each other.
"I thought you had forgotten about me," you confessed, whispering just loud enough for him to hear.
"Do you think I have forgotten about you?" His voice matched yours in softness. He continued, "How could I ever forget you?"
You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He hadn’t changed.
"Let’s meet up again—just us," he asked, finally releasing your wrist. "I’m sure we both have a lot to say."
You nodded and handed him your phone. "Put your number here. I’ll call you later."
He took your phone, entered his number, and saved his contact as "My Baku, mine."
You laughed. He was still your Humin—the same as you had remembered.
As you turned on your heel and walked back to your friends, you glanced over your shoulder at him.
"You better pick up when I call you, Park Humin."
He smiled, watching you go—maybe staring longer than he should have.
