[pearlhyeons]

KAY'S ✦ DIARY

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ABOUT + INFO — kay! for cortis & lngshot. black. 16. seonghyeon and ryul ult. 3rd gen stan. selective fb. inboxes are open!! talk to me! requests r also open! would probably write for anyone else

[pearlhyeons]

— SEONGHYEON ✦ everytime

wc: 4,623

content: exes to lovers, soccer!hyeon x yearbook!reader, angst, comedy, kissing

note: two updates in one month from me is so generous lowkirk...let alone damn near the same week...BUT! ive been super inspired and im stilllllllll working on that full length fic so...heres this! also heavy on this being an alternate universe because i lit wrote mcdonalds to be calm and tranquil and whole time ive never been to a quiet mcdonalds

being on the school's yearbook team came with a lot of perks. one being, if you have a hallway crush—you can snap a picture of them with no question. the other bonus of that being, the picture is as clear as day. “hey can I get a picture of you?” you’d say, flashing your badge with a soft smile. the downside? having to interview sports teams. the tigers soccer team had been on a winning streak all season, with that being the case—you and two other members were the one assigned with interviewing 3 players. unfortunately, you were assigned to eom seonghyeon, anton lee, and sophomore player louis lim. It was unfortunate really, you had no problem with anton and louis. seonghyeon was your problem.

the sun was beaming down, it smelled like feet, and the bleachers were hurting your butt; you have NEVER wanted to go home more. “could you end practice faster so I can get home before the sun goes down?” you check your imaginary watch, your entire face was screwed up staring at the boy in front of you whose face was just as scrunched up. he turned his head to you slowly, “don't be crass, be patient.” he groaned at you, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying but I’m getting bit up by mosquitoes and it's 1000 degrees out,” you argue, you thought for a minute at his choice of words. “crass? Do you even know what that means?” your head turned to the side. Your tone suggested you thought he was stupid.

“would you rather I call you an ass? be patient.” he bites back. running back to the field without waiting for a response from you.

he was the last and most important interview you had to get—and the hardest. you didn't understand why his sister or best friend, keonho, couldn't do it, they were also on yearbook, but they insisted you did it. so here you are now, sitting under the sun, watching sweaty boys run around with a clunky camera and notepad sitting next to you. you pulled your phone out, it was already 3:47, last period was about to end and you still hadn't gotten your interview. a deep, bored sigh came from your lips. your eyes locked on Seonghyeon as he was running drills repeatedly and spoke to a teammate from time to time.

“hey.” a voice comes from behind you, you recognized the voice from anywhere. “hi nicholas.” you turned your head to the side to see him in your peripheral. he gave you a quick side hug while he moved to sit next to you, getting comfortable on the hard bleachers. “why are you out here?” he furrowed his eyebrows, he hadn't seen the camera next to you. you thought he did so you just pointed out to the field, “sean, I’m waiting for him.” your eyebrow twitched at the thought of sitting out here for even longer just to wait for seonghyeon.

the crease in nicholas’s eyebrows deepened in confusion, “but why–” you cut him off by lifting your camera, his mouth formed into the shape of an ‘O’ while nodding. he checked his actual watch, “class is over. you gonna keep sitting and waiting?”

“yep.” you sighed.

“good luck with that.” he patted your shoulder, a matching sigh comes from his lips. you listened to his footsteps bang against the aluminum become further away until they stopped.

you saw seonghyeon walking towards you, his eyes watching nicholas’s disappearing figure. he was now in a white tank top, sweatpants, and a pair of nike vomeros. he threw his backpack over the railing with a sigh. “you ready?” seonghyeon leaned over the railing, his eyes were panned where Nicholas was sitting. “it’s 4:08.” you quipped, grabbing your things and walking away, expecting him to follow you. “i’m not doing this with you today.” He finally jumped over, catching up to you.

“It’s after school hours, you told me we would be able to do it during your athletic block.” you replied, your voice sharp and annoyed. “dude, i’m sorry, you saw for yourself that coach wasn't letting us go.” he complains, running a hand through his hair. you rolled your eyes, you couldn't be there any longer, you felt like you were gonna explode.

“can we just go somewhere else to do it?” he starts again, breaking the short silence. your head snapped to his, the irritation was visible on your face.

“no.”

“why not? we can get it over with and never deal with it again,” his voice was slightly hoarse from the amount of exercise from his earlier practice, he cleared his throat before continuing. “unless you wanna drag it on and continue seeing me.” he states in a matter of fact tone, making your eyes roll again. a loud groan breaks past your lips as you throw your head back in defeat.

“don't make me regret this.” you mutter, speed walking to your car. you didn't catch it, but his lips twitched up slightly.

after the short instance of back and forth, the two of you ended up in an empty mcdonald's facing each other with matching grimaces. ”let’s get this over with, i’m meeting martin later.” you form your lips into a thin line, watching his face go through about 5 different emotions. “for what?” he chewed on his bottom lip awaiting your response, you picked up this habit from him months ago. “that's not really your business, is it?” your tone was short and clipped, “can we start now?” you pull out your notepad and recording device.

the silence that followed after that click was deafening. “name, position, and grade.” you mumbled, jotting down your name and date on the pad. “you know all of this.” he scoffs, leaning back in the uncomfortable red chair, placing an arm across the other one. “name, position, and grade.” you repeat yourself, raising an eyebrow. he stares at you for a second, sighing. “eom seonghyeon, attacking midfielder, and i’m in the 11th grade.” he answered flatly, sinking further into the plastic mcdonald’s booth. one arm was draped over the backrest while the other toyed with a loose straw wrapper he’d found on the table.

you scribbled the information onto your notepad despite already knowing every answer by heart. the sound of your pen scratching against paper filled the silence for a moment. “favorite part of this season?” you kept your eyes trained on the page, refusing to look up at him. if you did, you’d probably get annoyed all over again.

“winning.” seonghyeon replied immediately. he didn’t even pretend to think about it, his answer coming out with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. your pen paused, slowly, you lifted your head. “you gonna elaborate on that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. the disbelief was obvious in your voice.

“no.” he shook his head once before reaching for his drink. the corner of his mouth twitched as he took a sip, like he was enjoying making your job harder. a long sigh escaped your nose. “wonderful. really insightful stuff.” you muttered, writing his answer down anyway.

“thank you.” seonghyeon nodded solemnly. the fake sincerity on his face lasted all of three seconds before it cracked. “favorite teammate?” you asked quickly, determined to keep the interview moving before he could say something else irritating.

“jay.” seonghyeon answered.

“that’s a lie.” you immediately shot back. your eyes narrowed into slits as you leaned back against the booth.

“okay.” he adjusted his answer without missing a beat. “juhoon.” a dry laugh escaped you. “that’s also a lie.” you informed him, clicking your pen repeatedly. “i’ve watched enough practices to know you spend ninety percent of your time attached to jake.”

at the mention of his teammate, seonghyeon rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “you sound obsessed.” he observed, dropping his gaze back to you. “it’s literally my job to observe people.” you argued, gesturing toward the camera sitting beside you. “no.” seonghyeon shook his head. his expression softened into something dangerously close to amused. “you just like arguing with me.” your mouth immediately opened. then closed. then opened again. “i don’t like arguing with you.” you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. “okay.” he replied. the single word hung between you.

outside the window, students crossed the parking lot in small groups, heading home for the day. the golden afternoon sunlight poured through the glass, catching against the edge of seonghyeon’s hair. you looked away first, mostly because you hated noticing things like that. “next question.” you cleared your throat, flipping to the next page in your notebook. “what goals do you have for the rest of the season?”

“to win state.” seonghyeon answered. this time there was no sarcasm. his posture straightened slightly, and for the first time all interview his expression turned serious. you nodded as you wrote.

“and after high school?”

“to play college soccer.” he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck before looking out the window briefly. “hopefully somewhere far away.” the tip of your pen froze against the paper. you weren’t sure why those last four words bothered you. hopefully somewhere far away. for a second, neither of you spoke. the silence wasn’t awkward. it was worse, it was familiar. you looked away first.

for some reason, that felt like losing.

“next question.” you cleared your throat. “who’s had the biggest impact on your soccer career?” his eyes didn’t leave yours. you wished they would. “probably you.” your pen slipped across the paper.

“what?” you murmured, finally lifting your head from your notebook. your eyebrows pulled together as you searched his face for any hint that he was joking. “what?” he echoed immediately, sounding genuinely confused by your reaction. his posture straightened slightly in the booth, and the amusement that had been lingering in his expression disappeared.

“don’t do that.” you looked back down at your notes, though your eyes weren’t actually reading any of the words. the tip of your pen hovered over the page, frozen in place. “do what?” seonghyeon asked, leaning forward onto his forearms. his gaze stayed fixed on you, unwilling to let you hide behind your notebook.

“answer seriously.” you replied, your voice coming out sharper than intended. you clicked your pen once before setting it down on the table with a small thud. “i am answering seriously.” he frowned as he said it, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. there wasn’t a trace of teasing in his voice this time. the booth suddenly felt ten times smaller. the loud beeping of the fryers behind the counter and the quiet hum of the air conditioner faded into the background. the only thing you could focus on was the way he was looking at you.

seonghyeon dropped his gaze first. his eyes settled on his hands resting against the tabletop, his fingers absently tracing the edge of a crumpled napkin. “when nobody else came to games, you did.” his voice came out quieter than before. the confidence he’d carried throughout the interview was gone, replaced with something far more vulnerable. he swallowed hard before continuing.

“when i’d get benched sophomore year, you stayed after practice with me.” he let out a humorless laugh under his breath, shaking his head once at the memory. “you sat there for almost two hours while I complained about coach bryant.” your grip tightened around your pen. the plastic creaked faintly beneath your fingers as you stared at the scribbled notes on the page. you hated how vividly you remembered that day.

“we broke up months ago.” you reminded him quietly. the words felt heavier than they should have as they left your mouth. you finally looked up again, meeting his eyes across the table. “i know.” seonghyeon nodded once. his jaw flexed as he looked away toward the window beside your booth. “then why are you bringing this up?” you asked, frustration bleeding into your voice. your arms crossed over your chest as if that could somehow protect you from the conversation. his jaw clenched. a muscle ticked in his cheek as he stared out at the nearly empty parking lot.

“because you’re acting like we’re strangers.” he finally admitted. the words came out low and rough. his eyes drifted back to yours, and for the first time all afternoon there wasn’t any irritation in them. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched across the table, settling between the untouched fries and scattered interview notes.

“i’ve asked all my questions,” you start packing your things up, avoiding eye contact with him. “i’ll email you my rough draft soon.” you turn your back, speed walking to your car, attempting to do 8 count breaths. ‘what the fuck’ was repeated in your thoughts so many times, they could probably kill a nun.

you knew he wasn’t leaving his seat for another 10 minutes, you watched him nibble his bottom lip and run a hand through his hair. seonghyeon always had a bad case of overthinking, hence why he still hasn't moved from his seat. you hadn't made any move to turn on your car yet either. the parking lot was nearly empty now. most of the students had already gone home, leaving only a handful of cars scattered beneath the orange glow of the parking lot lights. your hands rested against the steering wheel, still and motionless. you glanced toward the mcdonald’s window. seonghyeon was still sitting in the same booth.

same expression and the same annoying habit of chewing on his bottom lip whenever he got stuck in his own head. aquiet laugh escaped you before you could stop it, nothing about him had changed. almost as if sensing it, his head lifted.

your eyes met through the glass. you immediately looked away. “shit.” you muttered under your breath, letting your forehead fall against the steering wheel. the cool leather did nothing to calm the sudden rush of nerves creeping up your spine. two seconds later, your phone buzzed, once. you already knew who it was.

seonghyeon: why are you still here?

your eyes rolled.

you: why are YOU still here?

the typing bubble appeared.

disappeared.

appeared again.

disappeared again.

seonghyeon: i asked first

you: i’m waiting for traffic

seonghyeon: there are like six cars

you: exactly

seonghyeon: are you actually meeting martin?

your thumb froze above the screen.

you stared at the message for several seconds before forcing yourself to type.

you: yes

the reply came almost immediately.

too immediately.

seonghyeon: oh

just “oh.” nothing else, your stomach twisted. for some reason, that one word annoyed you more than anything he’d said all afternoon. you unlocked your car door. before you could talk yourself out of it, you shoved the door open and stepped out into the evening air.

across the parking lot, seonghyeon was already standing outside the restaurant. his hands were shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. the bright mcdonald’s sign illuminated half his face while the rest remained hidden in shadow, like he’d been hoping you’d come back. “you’re annoying.” you called out as you approached him. your car keys swung from your fingers while you narrowed your eyes at him. the insult lacked any real bite.

a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. the first genuine smile you’d seen from him all day. “you came back.” seonghyeon pointed out quietly. his gaze followed you as you stopped a few feet away from him. there was something annoyingly satisfied in his expression.

“don’t sound so excited.” you crossed your arms over your chest. despite your attempt at looking unimpressed, your eyes refused to leave his face.

“don’t sound so disappointed.” seonghyeon shot back. he shifted his weight onto one foot, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since the interview started. you rolled your eyes. he smiled wider. and somehow that irritated you even more.

“what do you want, seonghyeon?” you finally asked. your voice came out softer than intended. the fight you’d been carrying around all afternoon felt exhausting now. his smile faltered, just slightly.

the movement was so small most people would’ve missed it, you didn’t—because you’d spent nearly a year memorizing every version of his face. “i don’t know.” he admitted after a moment. his gaze dropped to the pavement between you. one hand emerged from his pocket to rub the back of his neck. “i just didn’t want you to leave like that.”

“why are you doing this to me?” you say through gritted teeth, more tired than irritated. the break up between you two was short and mutual, nothing more. now he just wanted to come back? you examined his face, his eyes were darting everywhere except for you and half of his bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth, he looked like he was falling apart. his shoulders dropped at your words.“i’m not—y/n,” he started, only to stop himself. he dragged a hand down his face and exhaled sharply through his nose. “i’m not trying to do anything to you.” you let out a disbelieving laugh, it sounded almost like a scoff.

“really?” you asked, throwing your hands up. “because from where i’m standing, it feels like you’re opening a bunch of doors that we already closed.” he flinched at your words—actually flinched. his mouth opened but nothing came out, “i just…” his voice faltered. he looked down at the pavement between your feet. “i hate this.”

“hate what?” you frowned. “this.” he gestured between the two of you. “you're talking to me like i’m some guy you interviewed for the yearbook. you're looking at me like you don’t know me anymore.”

the parking lot suddenly felt too quiet. “you broke up with me too, seonghyeon,” you reminded him softly. “i know.” he nodded immediately. “i know i did.”

his voice cracked on the last word.

“but i didn’t think…” he swallowed hard. “i didn’t think we’d become strangers,” his face twisted with frustration, his eyebrows pulling together as he dragged both hands through his hair. “then we’re arguing every time we speak.” he let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head once. “i hate it.” you blinked at him. for a moment, all you could do was stare.

because he looked miserable—not angry, not annoyed, just…miserable. “we argue because you keep saying things like this.” you replied quietly, your fingers tightening around your keys. “what am i supposed to do with this, seonghyeon?”

he looked at you helplessly. “i seriously don’t know.” he admitted after a long pause. his shoulders slumped, all the fight draining out of him. one hand came up to rub at his forehead as he let out a shaky breath. “i just know i miss talking to you.”

your breath caught in your throat. he looked almost embarrassed by his own words. his eyes stayed fixed on the pavement, like admitting it out loud had physically pained him. “you miss arguing with me?” you asked weakly, blinking at him. your eyebrows rose slightly, disbelief coloring your voice.

a laugh escaped him, it was small and tired. “apparently.” he replied, finally looking up at you. the corner of his mouth twitched upward, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. you hated it, you hated that you wanted to laugh too.

the two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other underneath the parking lot lights. a car drove by somewhere in the distance, its headlights briefly illuminating the side of his face.

“i miss you too.” you finally admitted. the confession came out quieter than you intended. your fingers tightened around your car keys. his head lifted immediately. “deadass?” he asked, genuine surprise washing over his features. his eyes widened slightly, like he hadn’t prepared himself for that answer.

“stop acting shocked.” you muttered, averting your eyes for a second. “you make it really hard not to be.” he replied, a small huff of laughter leaving him. he shifted his weight onto one foot, his expression softening.

you rolled your eyes. a smile enveloped his face, there it was again, his stupid smile. you looked away first. “i don’t know if i want to jump back into… whatever that was.” you admitted quietly. your gaze settled on a crack in the pavement between the two of you. “we broke up for a reason.”

his smile faltered. “i know.” he nodded once, the movement almost imperceptible. “and i don’t want us to try again and end up hating each other.” you continued, finally looking back up at him. your voice softened near the end of the sentence.

“i know.” he repeated. his eyes didn’t leave yours. silence settled between you. the evening air had cooled considerably since you’d left the restaurant. somewhere behind you, someone laughed from inside mcdonald’s.

“could we…” he started before stopping. he looked away for a second, chewing on his bottom lip. your eyebrows knit together. he looked nervous, which was almost funny, because this was seonghyeon. the same boy who could argue with teachers and referees without a shred of hesitation. “could we maybe just…” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost awkward. “not be strangers?”

you stared at him. then at the giant glowing mcdonald’s sign above his head, then back at him. a laugh escaped you before you could stop it, he frowned.

“what?” he asked, blinking at you. you shook your head. “nothing.” another laugh slipped out. you lifted a hand to your mouth for a second. “we’re having this huge, life-changing conversation in front of a mcdonald’s.” he stared at you, his expression unreadable. then slowly looked up. the bright yellow arches glowed above him.

he looked back down. and laughed, it was an actual laugh and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually heard it. “come here.” you said suddenly, turning toward your car. his eyebrows shot upward. “where?” he asked, watching you in confusion. “my car.” you jingled your keys before glancing back at him. “i feel ridiculous standing here.” a grin spread across his face.

and despite yourself—you smiled back. the moment the doors shut, it became quiet again. too quiet. you looked at him. neither of you said anything. “so…” he started, resting one arm on the center console. his fingers tapped against it nervously. “so…” you repeated, turning slightly in your seat to face him. he laughed softly under his breath.

“i really did miss this.” he said quietly. his eyes searched your face, almost as if he were making sure you were actually there.

your smile faltered, because you did too, kinda. you looked at him for a long moment. then at his eyes. you glanced at his mouth quickly, picking your eyes back up to meet his. his gaze dropped briefly. when it came back up, it was careful, hesitant. like he was waiting.

“this is probably a bad idea.” you murmured. your voice had dropped almost to a whisper. “probably.” he agreed, though he didn’t move away. neither of you moved.

“really bad.” you added.

“definitely.” he replied.

silence. you could how your heart was about to beat of your chest, if you got any closer to him you would probably hear his heartbeat too. on reflex, you leaned forward. his eyes widened slightly, but he still met you halfway.

the kiss was familiar, too familiar. he made the quietest sound of surprise before one hand came up and settled against your cheek. his thumb brushed across your skin.

and for a few seconds, nothing else existed. not the breakup, not the interview, not the months spent avoiding each other. when you finally pulled away, both of you remained close enough that your noses almost brushed.

you blinked twice, not believing if that was real or not. “okay.” you said finally, sounding slightly breathless. “okay.” he echoed, equally dazed.

“that did not help.”

a laugh escaped him. you laughed too. “so…” he started again, his thumb still resting lightly against your cheek. “not strangers?” you looked at him. really looked at him, his messy hair, the nervous way he was looking at you, and the fact that he still held his breath whenever he wanted an answer from you.

a small smile tugged at your lips. “not strangers.” you agreed softly.

the breath he let out sounded almost relieved. “and maybe…” he began carefully, lowering his hand. “really, really slow?” you considered him for a moment. then nodded once. “really slow.”

“one more kiss, i know you have to go see martin.” he held up one finger, his voice softer now, almost careful. there was a shy look on his face that didn’t match the usual confidence he carried on the field.

you gave him a deadpanned look, leaning back slightly in your seat. “you’re insane.” you muttered, though there was no real bite to it. his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “one kiss.” he repeated, quieter this time.

you stared at him for a second longer than you should have. the air in the car felt different now—smaller, heavier, like the silence itself was waiting.

you exhaled through your nose. “i hate you.” you said flatly, already leaning in anyway. he let out a soft, almost relieved laugh under his breath. “no, you don’t.”

that was all he got out before you closed the space between you. the kiss wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t hesitant either.

it was familiar in a way that made your chest ache. his hand came up to your jaw almost immediately, warm fingers settling there like it was instinct. he tilted his head slightly, deepening it just enough that your thoughts stalled for a second—like your brain forgot what it was doing.

you could feel him exhale through his nose, slow and shaky, like he’d been holding his breath the entire day without realizing it. your hand rested lightly against his nape, not pulling him closer, but not letting him go either.

it lasted longer than “one more kiss” should’ve, long enough that it felt unfair. when you finally pulled away, it was slow. your eyes opened first, and for a second, neither of you moved.

his forehead hovered near yours. his thumb brushed your cheek once, absent, like he wasn’t ready to fully let go yet. you swallowed.

“okay,” you murmured, breath uneven. his eyes flickered down to your mouth, then back up. “okay.” he echoed again. you leaned back slightly, breaking it for real this time.

the air rushed back in like nothing had happened. you reached for your seatbelt like your hands suddenly remembered how to function.

“i have to go.” you said, mostly to yourself. “yeah.” he nodded, but didn’t move right away. then he finally pulled back. his hand slipped away from your jaw slowly, reluctantly, like he was thinking about not stopping. you thought that was it, you were wrong.

before you could even process it, he leaned in again—quick this time—and pressed a short kiss to the side of your jaw. just beneath it.

it was so soft, it felt almost gentle and it caught you completely off guard. your breath hitched at the feeling. “seonghyeon—” you started, turning your head slightly. he was already pulling away, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

a small, satisfied smile tugged at his mouth. then he reached for the door then looked back at you. “tell martin i said hi.” he said casually, like he hadn’t just rearranged your entire nervous system. you stared at him. he smiled wider. then he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

[pearlhyeons]

— MARTIN ✦ pretty peach

note: hey guys! short little drabble for my baby boo bcos ive been sooooooo obsessed w his hair recently for greengreen promotions likeeeee that boy is my girlfriend!! im also still working on that fic...it should be soon maybe july.?

wc: 458

the evolution of martin’s hair had been a journey you were able to watch personally for 9 months; so, the day he unlocked the front door to your apartment and came in with a fluffy, almost mullet like hair style, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him—or your hands out of his hair. you were sitting with one leg folded under the other, leaning slightly against the sofa cushion as you watched martin make way to your side. he drops his keys on the coffee table before finally dropping down next to you. your eyes lock momentarily, making his eyebrow raise.

“what's your deal?” martin jokes, pulling your other leg across his lap. a soft laugh comes from his lips. “i like your hair.” was all you could say, scooting closer towards him. martin raises another eyebrow, looking away shyly and raised a hand to the top of his head. “yeah? i think i like it. it’s for our comeback.” he murmurs. you reach out a hand to his hair, feeling the length and softness. “it's cute.” you assure him in the same tone he spoke to you in. you kept your hands weaved in his hair as he leaned into your touch subconsciously.

“you like it that much?”

you didn't realize how close you were sitting to him, both of your legs were now in his lap and his arms were resting on them. you loved this hair on him so badly, it was killing you. “yep.” you replied, popping the p and placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “you're weird.” he squints his eyes at you, trying to fight a smile. he finally laid his head against the sofa cushion.

“shut up.” you scrunched up your face at him. you leaned over again slightly, placing an actual kiss on his lips, making his hand slide from your knee to your thigh on reflex. martin let out a surprised laugh against your mouth, the sound dissolving into the kiss before either of you could help it. “there it is,” he murmured when you finally pulled back. “there what is?” you cock your head to the side in mock confusion.

“the real reason you’ve been staring at me for the last twenty minutes.” you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed. “maybe.”

“maybe?” he repeated. Instead of answering, you buried your fingers into his hair again, combing through the longer strands at the nape of his neck. the reaction was immediate. his shoulders relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, and a grin spread across his face.

“well can you at least keep your hair like this? for me?”

“i’ll think about it.”

[pearlhyeons]

thought this was gonna flop lmfao wait WHO WANNA BE ON THE TAGLIST!!!!

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Rip talk talk, a pioneer in cortis fics 🥲✊ i loved it dearly

LMAOO uh! i didnt think it was that good to stay on the main page soooo!!! i privated it

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talk talk has sadly been sent to the dungeon </3

[pearlhyeons]

— MARTIN ✦ pretty peach

note: hey guys! short little drabble for my baby boo bcos ive been sooooooo obsessed w his hair recently for greengreen promotions likeeeee that boy is my girlfriend!! im also still working on that fic...it should be soon maybe july.?

wc: 458

the evolution of martin’s hair had been a journey you were able to watch personally for 9 months; so, the day he unlocked the front door to your apartment and came in with a fluffy, almost mullet like hair style, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him—or your hands out of his hair. you were sitting with one leg folded under the other, leaning slightly against the sofa cushion as you watched martin make way to your side. he drops his keys on the coffee table before finally dropping down next to you. your eyes lock momentarily, making his eyebrow raise.

“what's your deal?” martin jokes, pulling your other leg across his lap. a soft laugh comes from his lips. “i like your hair.” was all you could say, scooting closer towards him. martin raises another eyebrow, looking away shyly and raised a hand to the top of his head. “yeah? i think i like it. it’s for our comeback.” he murmurs. you reach out a hand to his hair, feeling the length and softness. “it's cute.” you assure him in the same tone he spoke to you in. you kept your hands weaved in his hair as he leaned into your touch subconsciously.

“you like it that much?”

you didn't realize how close you were sitting to him, both of your legs were now in his lap and his arms were resting on them. you loved this hair on him so badly, it was killing you. “yep.” you replied, popping the p and placing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “you're weird.” he squints his eyes at you, trying to fight a smile. he finally laid his head against the sofa cushion.

“shut up.” you scrunched up your face at him. you leaned over again slightly, placing an actual kiss on his lips, making his hand slide from your knee to your thigh on reflex. martin let out a surprised laugh against your mouth, the sound dissolving into the kiss before either of you could help it. “there it is,” he murmured when you finally pulled back. “there what is?” you cock your head to the side in mock confusion.

“the real reason you’ve been staring at me for the last twenty minutes.” you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed. “maybe.”

“maybe?” he repeated. Instead of answering, you buried your fingers into his hair again, combing through the longer strands at the nape of his neck. the reaction was immediate. his shoulders relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, and a grin spread across his face.

“well can you at least keep your hair like this? for me?”

“i’ll think about it.”

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Talk talk was one of the first cortis fics i read on tumblr 🥹 just reread it again with your reblog and i just wanna say that it's just as good as i remember 🚬

AHHHH lol thank u sm i honestly hate talktalk but again tusm that means sm to me 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🥹

[pearlhyeons]

UGH! - A. Keonho

pairing: host!keonho x hostess!reader

synopsis: You joined the Ouran Hostess Club for elegance, attention, and free perks—not Ahn Keonho, who somehow ruins all three just by breathing nearby. Unfortunately, the Host Club seems just as committed to pairing you two together.

content + info: lots of bickering, fluff (somewhat), angst towards the end, 4,890 words, ouran host club and ouran hostess club!

author's note: did yall miss me....#lmk this is definitely based in ouran host club if you didnt get that tbh. yall traffic has been HECTIC!!! but im still here.

You decided a long time ago that if Ahn Keonho were to ever drop being a host in the middle of the club room, you’d clap. If there was one thing you hated more than kissing up to clients early in the morning and class, it was him and his insufferable habit of existing. “Y/N, you look gorgeous today,” Keonho hums “don't you think, Jungwon?” Keonho gestured towards you, a bright, polished smile that only you could recognize as pure evil. “Always.” Jungwon replies, smiling at you waiting for your response. “That's sweet,” there was a glimmering tone in your voice. “But, Keonho, there's a group of clients waiting for you around the corner, I’d hate for them to be waiting for so long.” You hissed, nodding your head towards a giggling cluster of what seemed to be first years. “Ah! Jungwon, you were lovely! but I have to get to another client now.” You escaped from the awkward situation with a grimace on your face– not forgetting to shoot a sharp glance at Keonho before trotting over to Seonghyeon. 

Being the most favored member of the Ouran Hostess club comes with a lot of perks-– getting complimented daily by pretty men and free stuff being at the top of the list. The only downside? The Host club. Or more specifically, Ahn Keonho. The spawn of Satan himself– disguised as a “gentleman”. It isn't like it’s one sided or anything, he thrives off your hatred. You were convinced it was some sort of sick hobby of his— seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped. “You look like you’re plotting a murder.” Seonghyeon’s voice cut through your thoughts as you plopped down beside him, forcing a sweet smile onto your face as a group of girls watched from nearby. “Not plotting,” you muttered under your breath, picking up your teacup with elegance. “Just considering my options.” As if summoned by pure irritation alone, the boy in question appeared across the room, laughter spilling from his lips as he leaned just a little too close to one of his guests. He looked perfect, as always—effortlessly charming, like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes trying to publicly embarrass you. Your grip tightened around your teacup. “Relax,” Seonghyeon murmured, following your gaze. “You’re going to crack it.”

“Good,” you said flatly. “I hope it shatters.”

The pristine club room was filled with both host clubs. Loud, bubbly chattering bounced off the walls, “Okay everyone,” James claps dramatically, catching everyone's attention “Starting today, hosts and hostesses will start working in pairs to improve customer satisfaction every Wednesday.” A wide smile breaks across his face. You already know where this is going. Please God no, not today, you thought to yourself. “Our two most precious and favored hosts, please come to the front.” James’ smile widens. “James, don’t you think this is– a little unnecessary?” You try to argue, peering at Keonho who seemed elated, like it was the best thing James had ever said. “I’m offended you think of my planning as “Unnecessary” Miss L/N. But no, we can’t go back on this,” James rubs your shoulder, “It's only every Wednesday, you’ll be okay.” He explained.

You wanted to say something but it felt as if your words were caught in your throat. You looked around at your fellow club members, the hostesses at least tried to look sympathetic. James moves to the other side of the room, attending to the other club members or something– you tuned everyone out. “It seems we always end up together.” Keonho hums, a smile fighting to show. “Don't be weird.” You purse your lips, still avoiding eye contact. “You're making it weird.” He sticks his hands into his uniform pockets. The two of you stand in silence for a beat. It felt like forever until James dismissed the club for the day. You fled the scene as quickly as possible. Which was sadly not quick enough for Keonho, “I’ll see you Wednesday?” He holds the front doors open for you. “Try not to embarrass me.” You warned. 

“That’s funny,” he quipped, “I was going to say the same thing.” He spins on his heel, walking the opposite direction from you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff.

Today was maybe the most dreaded day of your life. The second the news of the pairing was announced, the two of you had multiple requests. Of course you did. A group of girls waved eagerly from one of the larger tables, practically vibrating in their seats. You forced a smile onto your face, smoothing down your uniform as you approached. Showtime. “Thank you for waiting,” you greeted sweetly, nodding your head slightly. “We were hoping to get both of you,” one of them gushed. “You’re like… the most popular pair right now!” You felt your smile twitch. “We’re honored,” Keonho answered smoothly before you could speak, stepping in beside you—too close. Always too close. You took your seat gracefully, ignoring the way your shoulder brushed his. “Keonho is very attentive,” you said, pouring tea for the table. “You’re in good hands.”

“And Y/N is incredibly kind,” he added with a wink, not missing a beat. “She takes very good care of her guests.” The girls giggled, completely oblivious.“You two get along so well!” You and Keonho spoke at the exact same time.

“We don’t—”

“Of course we do.”

You turned to glare at him, but he was already smiling at the clients like nothing happened. You reached for the teapot again—only for your hand to brush against his. Not an accident. You froze for half a second before digging your heel into his shoe under the table. Hard. His expression didn’t change. If anything, his smile widened. “Careful,” he murmured under his breath, just low enough for only you to hear. “They’re watching.” 

“Then stop touching me,” you hissed back, still smiling sweetly as you handed a cup to one of the girls. Instead of listening, he took it as an invitation—his hand settling on your knee. Your smile twitched. “It’s been fun, ladies, but our time with you is up,” Keonho said smoothly, already standing.“Hope to see you around again—don’t forget to give us good ratings!” you added, throwing them a wink. Keonho pulled your chair out for you, guiding you up with practiced ease. “Have a good one,” he said, his hand sliding to the small of your back. Your expression dropped the second your backs were turned. “If you don’t drop your hand right now, I will stick my foot so far up your ass—” You grunted through gritted teeth. “No can do,” Keonho cut in lightly. “James said we have to be as affectionate as possible.”

“No, he didn’t.” You smacked his hand away. “…Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “He didn’t.”

Today, a new client requested you. Only you. “Good morning…” You glimpse at his name tag for a second, “Ohyul, Hi.” You thought he looked slightly normal. Please be normal, please be normal, you thought to yourself— mentally crossing your fingers. “Good morning, you look great today.” He flashed a small smile at you, his loose tie and earrings catching your attention—effortless, a little careless. Not the usual polished type. “You’ve never requested me before, what's the occasion?” You attempt light conversation. “Oh, that.” He stayed silent for a beat, “I didn't know how to approach you.” He leans back in his chair. “So this was your only option?”

“Pretty much.” He leaned back in his chair, gaze steady on yours. “You’re hard to get to.” That wasn’t new. You’d heard it a hundred times before. “And now that you’re here?” you asked, tone still sweet. “Now I don’t plan on wasting the opportunity.” There it was, right on cue. You rested your chin lightly on your hand, studying him. “That sounds dangerously close to a confession.” “Maybe it is.” You let out a soft laugh. “You think you deserve me? A hostess?” His lips twitched. “I know I do.” You didn't notice at first, but somewhere across the room. Keonho did. “You're popular.” Ohyul suddenly noticed. “Comes with the job,” You shrug, taking a sip out of your teacup. “Nah,” His gaze flicked past you momentarily. “You've got people watching you from across the room.” Your smile drops, “What?” You turned around, just to lock eyes with Keonho. 

“Solo requests, on a Wednesday? what would James have to say?” Keonho mocked smoothly. “I don't know, maybe you should ask him.” You taunted back, your grip on the teacup tightening. “I should, but I won't.” He paused, his eyes never leaving you. “ You should finish up soon, or get Lottie to take your place.” Keonho warned lightly, still ignoring the other presence there. “I think you should mind your own,” You turn back to Ohyul, a sweet smile playing on your face. “I’m sorry about that.” A small sigh comes from you. 

You told yourself you didn’t care. You really didn’t. Ohyul was still talking—something about how he’d been watching you for weeks, how he finally worked up the nerve—but the words blurred together, slipping past you without sticking.“—and I figured, if I didn’t say something now, I’d probably regret it.”

“That would be tragic,” you replied automatically, your smile perfectly in place. But your attention wasn’t. It hadn’t been since—“Keonho!” Your eyes flicked up before you could stop yourself. A girl near the front of the room waved eagerly, practically bouncing in her seat. “Can I request you? Just you?” That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual—was the way he paused. And then looked at you. It was brief. Barely a second. But it was enough. "Of course,” he said smoothly, turning back to her with an easy smile. You looked away first. Obviously. 

You tried listening to Ohyul—tried really hard even, but the next table was so distracting. “Why aren't you looking at me, Keonho?” You saw the girl touch his hand out the corner of your eye, trying to grab his attention. Your jaw tightened at the action. “I’m listening, honey.” Keonho replied sweetly, you almost scoffed at how ridiculous he sounded. “You jealous or something?” Ohyul furrows his eyebrows. “Of what?” You bark, your tone being harsher than intended. “Your boyfriend and his temporary wife over there?” He pursed his lips, nodding his head over to the table where Keonho and May were sitting. You stared at Ohyul for a beat that felt too long, trying to process your thoughts. You ultimately decided to get up and leave, not sparing him a glance. “Don’t forget to give me a good rating.” You muttered. 

“My boyfriend- who the fuck does this guy think he is?” you muttered under your breath, speed walking your way to the club. “You're mad over some guy calling me your boyfriend? I’m hurt,” A sarcastic voice comes from behind you. “But you can’t just up and leave ‘cause you're mad.” He reminded you, you hated that he was right.  “Stop following me, you have a client.” you grunted, storming into the club room which was thankfully empty. “She’s okay, Seonghyeon took over temporarily. We basically look the same, don't you think?” Keonho adds normally, opening the door after you. “That’s not funny.” you grumbled, “Wasn’t trying to be.” He shrugged, brushing May off. You scoffed, pushing open the club room doors harder than necessary. The room was empty. “You walked out mid-session,” he continued, stepping in behind you. “That’s not like you.” He observed, watching your movements. “Maybe I felt like it.” It was your turn to shrug now. “No,” he said simply. “You didn’t." You turned on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Stop acting like you know me.” His eyes flicked down to your hand, then back up. “You’re predictable.” He said, stepping closer. “You get like this when something gets under your skin.” He continued. “Nothing got under my skin.” You sneered, jabbing your finger into his chest again. “Right,” he nodded. “So you just abandon your clients for fun?”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing the exact same thing!” you snapped. That made him pause. Just for a second. “I was doing my job.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. You let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah? Since when do you take solo requests?” you started getting louder. His jaw tightened. “Since I felt like it.” He mumbles, looking away from you.“Bullshit.” The word slipped out before you could stop it. “Excuse me?" His brows lifted slightly.  “You don’t do that,” you pressed, stepping closer now. “You never do that.” You sighed exasperatedly. “And you’ve been keeping track?” Keonho steps closer. “Don’t flatter yourself.” you rolled your eyes, your face was starting to warm up. “Seems like you’re the one paying attention,” he shot back. Your chest tightened.

“I'm listening, honey.” You mock him, holding up air quotes, "You never talk to clients like that, what's so different about her?" The word vomit came before you could take it back. Silence washed over the two of you. His expression shifted. “So you were watching.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I wasn’t watching you,” you snapped. “I just—” You stopped. Because there wasn’t a good way to finish that sentence. “You just what?” He stepped closer again. Your heart was beating too fast now. “I don’t care about you and May,” you said, forcing the words out. “You could’ve been kissing and I wouldn’t have cared.” His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why’d you leave?” He insisted. “Why did you leave him?” He demanded, yet he already knew the answer. You swallowed. “There was nothing for me to stay for.” You mumbled. “That’s funny,” he said quietly. He stepped closer again, now you were barely a breath apart. “I was going to say the same thing.” Neither of you moved. “You’re impossible,” you muttered under your breath, turning slightly away like that could reset your thoughts. Your arms crossed loosely, more defensive than angry now. “So are you,” Keonho answered, but there was no edge to it. Just air between the words, like he wasn’t trying to win anymore. That should’ve restarted everything. It didn’t. You exhaled, dragging a hand on your face, eyes flicking away from him for a second too long. 

“We’re not doing this,” you said, quieter this time, like you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Your fingers tapped lightly against your arm, restless.“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly, like he genuinely wanted the answer, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. Not even for a second. “This,” you gestured between you, vaguely frustrated, like you could erase the entire situation with your hand. “Whatever this is.” Keonho didn’t respond right away. His jaw tightened just slightly, like he was thinking too much about something he didn’t want to say out loud. “Say it then,” he finally said, voice lower now. You frowned immediately. “Say what?” His gaze dropped for half a second, then returned to your face like nothing happened. But it did. You felt it. “That you don’t want this,” he added, slower this time, like he was testing the words himself.

Your mouth opened instantly and closed again just as fast. Nothing came out. So you looked away, scoffing softly like that could cover it. "Don’t act like you’re suddenly philosophical,” you said, trying for sarcasm but landing somewhere softer. Your voice didn’t match your expression anymore. “I’m not,” he replied, stepping forward slightly, just enough that the space between you stopped feeling safe. You noticed immediately. Of course you did. “Keonho,” you warned, but it came out more like hesitation than authority. Your shoulders stayed tense anyway, like your body hadn’t decided what side it was on. He stopped instantly. Not retreating, but pausing. Like he was giving you control even while standing there anyway.“Just say stop,” he said quietly. No teasing now. No challenge.

“Can I?” he murmured, voice quieter now, just below a whisper. Your breath hitched. “Yeah,” you breathed, and that was all it took. His lips met yours. It was slow at first, like he was giving you time to pull away, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with him. His lips were softer than you expected and frustratingly familiar in a way that made no sense. The hand on your waist tightened just slightly. You exhaled into the kiss without realizing it. Your hands found his collar first, fisting the fabric—before sliding up, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. Keonho reacted instantly. The hesitation disappeared. His grip tightened, pulling you in like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. The kiss deepened, like neither of you wanted to admit how much you were actually in it. Keonho exhales, pulling back slightly. “Do you want me to stop?” His tone was so light, you lost every thought in your head. “Uh–I don't know.” You swallowed, scratching your nape awkwardly, “I’ll see you later.” He pursed his lips,  turning on his heel, making his way to the club door. “Okay,” you chirp out, the realization of what just happened all crashing down on you. 

A week was enough time to get good at disappearing. And you did. Not physically, Not dramatically, Just strategically. You learned his patterns, When he arrived, When he spoke, When he looked for you, And most importantly, how to not be there when he did. “Festival assignments are posted!” someone shouted through the hallway. A crowd surged forward instantly.  “Host Club and Hostess Club will be collaborating this year!” Cheers erupted, You stayed quiet. You scanned the sheet once. Twice. Then stopped. “Keonho & Y/N — Main Festival Coordination” The paper read, you stared for a beat. “Nope,” you said immediately, stepping back like the paper had offended you personally. Behind you, a familiar voice spoke. "Unfortunate,” Keonho said calmly. Like this wasn’t a problem. Like it was interesting. You didn’t turn around, You refused to give him that. “This is rigged,” you said flatly. “It’s not,” he replied.

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

“You always talk like you’re correct.” You scoffed. “I usually am,” he said lightly. That made you finally turn your head slightly. He was already looking at you. Of course he was. “You can request a switch,” you said quickly.

“I won’t.” He declared “Why not?” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Because I don’t mind working with you.” He shrugged before walking away, "I'll see you later." He called over his shoulder

People started moving toward prep stations. It was too fast, Too loud, and Too many eyes. And suddenly you were both pulled into it. The first meeting was chaos. Too many opinions and way more arguments. “Main booth should go near the fountain,” someone suggested. “No,” you cut in immediately. “That blocks movement.” You shake your head. Keonho didn’t even look up. “Center courtyard works better,” he said. You turned instantly. “That’s overcrowded.” He finally looked at you then. Like he’d been waiting for it. “You think everything is overcrowded,” he said. “You think everything is your business,” you shot back. “You two always argue like this?” someone asked nervously. “No,” you both said instantly.

The days blurred together after that. Setup began, Tasks split, and somehow you kept ending up in the same space, Always. At one point, you both reached for the same box. Your hands touched and you flinched back like his hands were ice cold “Careful,” he said, too casually. “I was careful,” you snapped. “You touched me.” He sighs “I didn’t mean to.” You mutter, going back to what you were doing. “I know.” he says softly

“You’re hovering,” you muttered later as he stood behind you adjusting signage. “I’m working,” he said. “You’re breathing near me.” you hiss, turning your head slightly. “I can’t help that.” He complains, his annoyance was visible on his face now. “You could try.” You replied, there was a pause, then a faint breath of laughter. That annoyed you more than anything else. “You’re in my way,” you said again later when he leaned too close to check a schedule sheet. “I’m not moving,” he replied.  “That’s the problem.”

By midday, the festival was alive, too alive, with noise everywhere, Students running around, and performances starting. someone called your name, “can you approve booth placement?” You turned, nearly walking straight into him. Keonho stepped aside at the last second. Not touching you, but close enough that you felt the warmth of his body “Sorry,” he said automatically. "It’s fine,” you said too quickly, then walked away. You felt him watching you leave, you always did.

“Are you avoiding me on purpose?” his voice came behind you later. You didn’t stop walking. “I’m busy.” you quip. "That’s not what I asked.” he countered, speeding up to walk next to you. “It’s the answer you’re getting.” You mumbled, walking faster. He caught up easily, Of course he did. “Look at me,” he said quietly, You didn’t. “I am not avoiding you,” you said. “That’s impressive,” he replied. “Considering how often you disappear the second I’m near you.” You finally stopped walking and looked at him properly for the first time in a week. “Maybe I just don’t like your presence,” you said sharply. He nodded slightly, “Maybe,” he said, there was a pause “But you notice it a lot for someone who doesn’t care.” That made you go still. “I don’t care,” you said immediately. He didn’t react. “You keep saying that,” he said.“So?” you cross your arms, "What more do you want me to say?" you complain 

He stepped closer slightly. Not enough to trap you, but enough that you noticed. “You-” he said. You cut in “ Actually, save it, we're done with this.” you state calmly, turning on your heel. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head,  "You don't get to do that," He called out, "A week of radio silence and then I have to deal with you acting like this when we could've resolved whatever problem you had." His words made you stop walking, "I don't have a problem." You say quietly, turning around. the gap between the two of you felt so large let so little. "So why have you been avoiding me, all i wanted was to talk to you." He complained, his voice carrying at least ten emotions. "It's been driving me up the walls to see you turn the other way whenever I come in." He went on, you had no words, you didn't even trust your voice right now. "It was selfish I know, I just don't know what you expected, Keonho." You acknowledged, quickly regretting your words. "If you didn't wanna kiss me thats fine," He muttered, running a hand down his face "you should've said that, just don't shut me out like that." His voice was quieter now, "I'm sorry." were the only words you could gather at the moment. "Is that all?" he said, exasperated. 

"I couldn't do it, I didn't know how to process anything." You say quietly, expressing your thoughts.  "Your first thought was to shut me out?" He snaps, "Just because you "hate" me doesn't mean you get to avoid me for a week." He calms down. "I don't hate you." The words came out softer than everything before them. Keonho went still. The noise of the festival behind you both felt distant now—like someone had turned the world’s volume down without warning. A banner flapped somewhere. Laughter echoed faintly. None of it reached here. “I know,” he said finally, but it didn’t sound confident anymore. It sounded like he was trying to hold himself together. “That’s never been the problem.” You swallowed. “Then what is?” His jaw tightened like he hated the answer before he even said it. “The problem,” he started, then stopped. Looked away for the first time like it physically hurt to keep eye contact with you. “Is that you look at me like I’m something you have to manage.”

“That’s not—” you try to defend yourself “It is,” he cut in, sharper now, but not loud. Controlled. Barely. “Like I’m an interruption in your day. Like I’m just… there.” You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Because that part---you couldn’t fully deny. Keonho exhaled through his nose, frustrated with himself now more than you. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to act like it didn’t matter.” He finally looked back at you. And this time, there was nothing casual left in his expression. “But it does.” The wind shifted you both. You felt your voice come out smaller than you wanted. “You think I don’t notice you?” That made him pause. “I think you notice me,” he said carefully, “and then decide it’s safer not to.” Your chest tightened, because it was too accurate. You shook your head once, like you could physically shake the feeling off. “You don’t get to psychoanalyze me.” A faint, humorless breath left him. “Then tell me I’m wrong.” You didn’t and That was the problem. Then Keonho spoke again, quieter now. “That week…” he started, then stopped, like the sentence had weight. Like it cost something. “Do you know what it felt like?”

“I didn’t know what I did wrong,” he admitted. “Or if I even did anything at all. You just… disappeared. Like I didn’t matter enough to explain it to". You shook your head quickly. “It wasn’t like that.” You argue “Then what was it like?” he asked immediately. “I didn’t know how to deal with you,” you admitted quietly. “You make everything feel… too aware.” Keonho blinked slightly “That’s not an insult,” you rushed, frustrated at yourself now. “It’s just—when you’re around, I can’t ignore things. I can’t just exist the way I normally do.” His expression shifted, Something softer flickered there. “And that scared you,” he said. You didn’t answer. Which was answer enough. A long silence stretched between you. Then Keonho stepped forward, like he was finally stopping pretending distance fixed anything. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” he said. “I just… like you.” The words landed quietly, but they changed the air completely. You looked up sharply. “You can’t just say that like it’s nothing.”

“I didn’t say it like it was nothing,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ve been trying not to say it at all for weeks.” That made your breath catch slightly, you hadn’t expected it. The festival noise faded again, Even the wind felt still. “You like me,” you repeated, like saying it out loud would make it less real. Keonho gave a small, almost helpless nod “Yeah.” A beat. Then, quieter: “More than I should.”Something in your expression broke—just slightly. Not dramatically. Just enough for him to notice. His eyes softened instantly, like he regretted pushing you this far even though he needed the truth.“I’m not asking you to feel the same,” he said quickly, voice gentler now. “I just needed you to stop disappearing like I don’t exist.” You stared at him. “I didn’t know it would feel like that for you.” Your voice came out uneven.  “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me neither.”

“I think I just got scared too.” That made him look at you again. Like he was waiting for you to decide what happens next. And for the first time all week, you didn’t run. You stepped closer. Just enough that the space between you stopped feeling like a barrier and started feeling like something fragile. “I didn’t hate you,” you said again, softer now. “I just… didn’t know what to do with you either.” His breath stilled. You swallowed. Then, barely audible: “And I think that’s worse.” Something in his expression cracked open fully now, not pain, not anger, it was relief. Like he’d been holding his breath for days without realizing it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.” Neither of you moved. Then Keonho lifted a hand slowly, like he was asking permission without words. You didn’t step back. So he didn’t stop.His fingers brushed your wrist first, like he was testing the waters, When you didn’t pull away, his hand slid gently to yours. “You’re not disappearing again,” he said softly. It wasn’t a question.“I’m here.” You exhaled, shaky but honest. That was all he needed. Keonho stepped closer—just enough that the space finally disappeared completely—and this time, when he looked at you, there was no hesitation left in him and something that had been building for too long to stop now.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said quietly. Your breath caught. Then, just as soft “…okay.” It wasn’t rushed, It wasn’t messy, It was the kind of kiss that felt like everything unsaid finally collapsing into something real—careful at first, like he was still giving you the chance to pull away, and then deeper when you didn’t. When he pulled back slightly, he didn’t go far. Forehead almost brushing yours, he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it for a week. “You really like making things difficult,” he murmured. A faint, shaky laugh left you. “Shut up.” But you didn’t move away either.

And neither did he.

[pearlhyeons]

working on a fic that i WONT ignore this time guys

[pearlhyeons]

im back hello youngkeukeus

[pearlhyeons]

UGH! - A. Keonho

pairing: host!keonho x hostess!reader

synopsis: You joined the Ouran Hostess Club for elegance, attention, and free perks—not Ahn Keonho, who somehow ruins all three just by breathing nearby. Unfortunately, the Host Club seems just as committed to pairing you two together.

content + info: lots of bickering, fluff (somewhat), angst towards the end, 4,890 words, ouran host club and ouran hostess club!

author's note: did yall miss me....#lmk this is definitely based in ouran host club if you didnt get that tbh. yall traffic has been HECTIC!!! but im still here.

You decided a long time ago that if Ahn Keonho were to ever drop being a host in the middle of the club room, you’d clap. If there was one thing you hated more than kissing up to clients early in the morning and class, it was him and his insufferable habit of existing. “Y/N, you look gorgeous today,” Keonho hums “don't you think, Jungwon?” Keonho gestured towards you, a bright, polished smile that only you could recognize as pure evil. “Always.” Jungwon replies, smiling at you waiting for your response. “That's sweet,” there was a glimmering tone in your voice. “But, Keonho, there's a group of clients waiting for you around the corner, I’d hate for them to be waiting for so long.” You hissed, nodding your head towards a giggling cluster of what seemed to be first years. “Ah! Jungwon, you were lovely! but I have to get to another client now.” You escaped from the awkward situation with a grimace on your face– not forgetting to shoot a sharp glance at Keonho before trotting over to Seonghyeon. 

Being the most favored member of the Ouran Hostess club comes with a lot of perks-– getting complimented daily by pretty men and free stuff being at the top of the list. The only downside? The Host club. Or more specifically, Ahn Keonho. The spawn of Satan himself– disguised as a “gentleman”. It isn't like it’s one sided or anything, he thrives off your hatred. You were convinced it was some sort of sick hobby of his— seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped. “You look like you’re plotting a murder.” Seonghyeon’s voice cut through your thoughts as you plopped down beside him, forcing a sweet smile onto your face as a group of girls watched from nearby. “Not plotting,” you muttered under your breath, picking up your teacup with elegance. “Just considering my options.” As if summoned by pure irritation alone, the boy in question appeared across the room, laughter spilling from his lips as he leaned just a little too close to one of his guests. He looked perfect, as always—effortlessly charming, like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes trying to publicly embarrass you. Your grip tightened around your teacup. “Relax,” Seonghyeon murmured, following your gaze. “You’re going to crack it.”

“Good,” you said flatly. “I hope it shatters.”

The pristine club room was filled with both host clubs. Loud, bubbly chattering bounced off the walls, “Okay everyone,” James claps dramatically, catching everyone's attention “Starting today, hosts and hostesses will start working in pairs to improve customer satisfaction every Wednesday.” A wide smile breaks across his face. You already know where this is going. Please God no, not today, you thought to yourself. “Our two most precious and favored hosts, please come to the front.” James’ smile widens. “James, don’t you think this is– a little unnecessary?” You try to argue, peering at Keonho who seemed elated, like it was the best thing James had ever said. “I’m offended you think of my planning as “Unnecessary” Miss L/N. But no, we can’t go back on this,” James rubs your shoulder, “It's only every Wednesday, you’ll be okay.” He explained.

You wanted to say something but it felt as if your words were caught in your throat. You looked around at your fellow club members, the hostesses at least tried to look sympathetic. James moves to the other side of the room, attending to the other club members or something– you tuned everyone out. “It seems we always end up together.” Keonho hums, a smile fighting to show. “Don't be weird.” You purse your lips, still avoiding eye contact. “You're making it weird.” He sticks his hands into his uniform pockets. The two of you stand in silence for a beat. It felt like forever until James dismissed the club for the day. You fled the scene as quickly as possible. Which was sadly not quick enough for Keonho, “I’ll see you Wednesday?” He holds the front doors open for you. “Try not to embarrass me.” You warned. 

“That’s funny,” he quipped, “I was going to say the same thing.” He spins on his heel, walking the opposite direction from you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff.

Today was maybe the most dreaded day of your life. The second the news of the pairing was announced, the two of you had multiple requests. Of course you did. A group of girls waved eagerly from one of the larger tables, practically vibrating in their seats. You forced a smile onto your face, smoothing down your uniform as you approached. Showtime. “Thank you for waiting,” you greeted sweetly, nodding your head slightly. “We were hoping to get both of you,” one of them gushed. “You’re like… the most popular pair right now!” You felt your smile twitch. “We’re honored,” Keonho answered smoothly before you could speak, stepping in beside you—too close. Always too close. You took your seat gracefully, ignoring the way your shoulder brushed his. “Keonho is very attentive,” you said, pouring tea for the table. “You’re in good hands.”

“And Y/N is incredibly kind,” he added with a wink, not missing a beat. “She takes very good care of her guests.” The girls giggled, completely oblivious.“You two get along so well!” You and Keonho spoke at the exact same time.

“We don’t—”

“Of course we do.”

You turned to glare at him, but he was already smiling at the clients like nothing happened. You reached for the teapot again—only for your hand to brush against his. Not an accident. You froze for half a second before digging your heel into his shoe under the table. Hard. His expression didn’t change. If anything, his smile widened. “Careful,” he murmured under his breath, just low enough for only you to hear. “They’re watching.” 

“Then stop touching me,” you hissed back, still smiling sweetly as you handed a cup to one of the girls. Instead of listening, he took it as an invitation—his hand settling on your knee. Your smile twitched. “It’s been fun, ladies, but our time with you is up,” Keonho said smoothly, already standing.“Hope to see you around again—don’t forget to give us good ratings!” you added, throwing them a wink. Keonho pulled your chair out for you, guiding you up with practiced ease. “Have a good one,” he said, his hand sliding to the small of your back. Your expression dropped the second your backs were turned. “If you don’t drop your hand right now, I will stick my foot so far up your ass—” You grunted through gritted teeth. “No can do,” Keonho cut in lightly. “James said we have to be as affectionate as possible.”

“No, he didn’t.” You smacked his hand away. “…Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “He didn’t.”

Today, a new client requested you. Only you. “Good morning…” You glimpse at his name tag for a second, “Ohyul, Hi.” You thought he looked slightly normal. Please be normal, please be normal, you thought to yourself— mentally crossing your fingers. “Good morning, you look great today.” He flashed a small smile at you, his loose tie and earrings catching your attention—effortless, a little careless. Not the usual polished type. “You’ve never requested me before, what's the occasion?” You attempt light conversation. “Oh, that.” He stayed silent for a beat, “I didn't know how to approach you.” He leans back in his chair. “So this was your only option?”

“Pretty much.” He leaned back in his chair, gaze steady on yours. “You’re hard to get to.” That wasn’t new. You’d heard it a hundred times before. “And now that you’re here?” you asked, tone still sweet. “Now I don’t plan on wasting the opportunity.” There it was, right on cue. You rested your chin lightly on your hand, studying him. “That sounds dangerously close to a confession.” “Maybe it is.” You let out a soft laugh. “You think you deserve me? A hostess?” His lips twitched. “I know I do.” You didn't notice at first, but somewhere across the room. Keonho did. “You're popular.” Ohyul suddenly noticed. “Comes with the job,” You shrug, taking a sip out of your teacup. “Nah,” His gaze flicked past you momentarily. “You've got people watching you from across the room.” Your smile drops, “What?” You turned around, just to lock eyes with Keonho. 

“Solo requests, on a Wednesday? what would James have to say?” Keonho mocked smoothly. “I don't know, maybe you should ask him.” You taunted back, your grip on the teacup tightening. “I should, but I won't.” He paused, his eyes never leaving you. “ You should finish up soon, or get Lottie to take your place.” Keonho warned lightly, still ignoring the other presence there. “I think you should mind your own,” You turn back to Ohyul, a sweet smile playing on your face. “I’m sorry about that.” A small sigh comes from you. 

You told yourself you didn’t care. You really didn’t. Ohyul was still talking—something about how he’d been watching you for weeks, how he finally worked up the nerve—but the words blurred together, slipping past you without sticking.“—and I figured, if I didn’t say something now, I’d probably regret it.”

“That would be tragic,” you replied automatically, your smile perfectly in place. But your attention wasn’t. It hadn’t been since—“Keonho!” Your eyes flicked up before you could stop yourself. A girl near the front of the room waved eagerly, practically bouncing in her seat. “Can I request you? Just you?” That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual—was the way he paused. And then looked at you. It was brief. Barely a second. But it was enough. "Of course,” he said smoothly, turning back to her with an easy smile. You looked away first. Obviously. 

You tried listening to Ohyul—tried really hard even, but the next table was so distracting. “Why aren't you looking at me, Keonho?” You saw the girl touch his hand out the corner of your eye, trying to grab his attention. Your jaw tightened at the action. “I’m listening, honey.” Keonho replied sweetly, you almost scoffed at how ridiculous he sounded. “You jealous or something?” Ohyul furrows his eyebrows. “Of what?” You bark, your tone being harsher than intended. “Your boyfriend and his temporary wife over there?” He pursed his lips, nodding his head over to the table where Keonho and May were sitting. You stared at Ohyul for a beat that felt too long, trying to process your thoughts. You ultimately decided to get up and leave, not sparing him a glance. “Don’t forget to give me a good rating.” You muttered. 

“My boyfriend- who the fuck does this guy think he is?” you muttered under your breath, speed walking your way to the club. “You're mad over some guy calling me your boyfriend? I’m hurt,” A sarcastic voice comes from behind you. “But you can’t just up and leave ‘cause you're mad.” He reminded you, you hated that he was right.  “Stop following me, you have a client.” you grunted, storming into the club room which was thankfully empty. “She’s okay, Seonghyeon took over temporarily. We basically look the same, don't you think?” Keonho adds normally, opening the door after you. “That’s not funny.” you grumbled, “Wasn’t trying to be.” He shrugged, brushing May off. You scoffed, pushing open the club room doors harder than necessary. The room was empty. “You walked out mid-session,” he continued, stepping in behind you. “That’s not like you.” He observed, watching your movements. “Maybe I felt like it.” It was your turn to shrug now. “No,” he said simply. “You didn’t." You turned on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Stop acting like you know me.” His eyes flicked down to your hand, then back up. “You’re predictable.” He said, stepping closer. “You get like this when something gets under your skin.” He continued. “Nothing got under my skin.” You sneered, jabbing your finger into his chest again. “Right,” he nodded. “So you just abandon your clients for fun?”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing the exact same thing!” you snapped. That made him pause. Just for a second. “I was doing my job.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. You let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah? Since when do you take solo requests?” you started getting louder. His jaw tightened. “Since I felt like it.” He mumbles, looking away from you.“Bullshit.” The word slipped out before you could stop it. “Excuse me?" His brows lifted slightly.  “You don’t do that,” you pressed, stepping closer now. “You never do that.” You sighed exasperatedly. “And you’ve been keeping track?” Keonho steps closer. “Don’t flatter yourself.” you rolled your eyes, your face was starting to warm up. “Seems like you’re the one paying attention,” he shot back. Your chest tightened.

“I'm listening, honey.” You mock him, holding up air quotes, "You never talk to clients like that, what's so different about her?" The word vomit came before you could take it back. Silence washed over the two of you. His expression shifted. “So you were watching.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I wasn’t watching you,” you snapped. “I just—” You stopped. Because there wasn’t a good way to finish that sentence. “You just what?” He stepped closer again. Your heart was beating too fast now. “I don’t care about you and May,” you said, forcing the words out. “You could’ve been kissing and I wouldn’t have cared.” His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why’d you leave?” He insisted. “Why did you leave him?” He demanded, yet he already knew the answer. You swallowed. “There was nothing for me to stay for.” You mumbled. “That’s funny,” he said quietly. He stepped closer again, now you were barely a breath apart. “I was going to say the same thing.” Neither of you moved. “You’re impossible,” you muttered under your breath, turning slightly away like that could reset your thoughts. Your arms crossed loosely, more defensive than angry now. “So are you,” Keonho answered, but there was no edge to it. Just air between the words, like he wasn’t trying to win anymore. That should’ve restarted everything. It didn’t. You exhaled, dragging a hand on your face, eyes flicking away from him for a second too long. 

“We’re not doing this,” you said, quieter this time, like you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Your fingers tapped lightly against your arm, restless.“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly, like he genuinely wanted the answer, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. Not even for a second. “This,” you gestured between you, vaguely frustrated, like you could erase the entire situation with your hand. “Whatever this is.” Keonho didn’t respond right away. His jaw tightened just slightly, like he was thinking too much about something he didn’t want to say out loud. “Say it then,” he finally said, voice lower now. You frowned immediately. “Say what?” His gaze dropped for half a second, then returned to your face like nothing happened. But it did. You felt it. “That you don’t want this,” he added, slower this time, like he was testing the words himself.

Your mouth opened instantly and closed again just as fast. Nothing came out. So you looked away, scoffing softly like that could cover it. "Don’t act like you’re suddenly philosophical,” you said, trying for sarcasm but landing somewhere softer. Your voice didn’t match your expression anymore. “I’m not,” he replied, stepping forward slightly, just enough that the space between you stopped feeling safe. You noticed immediately. Of course you did. “Keonho,” you warned, but it came out more like hesitation than authority. Your shoulders stayed tense anyway, like your body hadn’t decided what side it was on. He stopped instantly. Not retreating, but pausing. Like he was giving you control even while standing there anyway.“Just say stop,” he said quietly. No teasing now. No challenge.

“Can I?” he murmured, voice quieter now, just below a whisper. Your breath hitched. “Yeah,” you breathed, and that was all it took. His lips met yours. It was slow at first, like he was giving you time to pull away, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with him. His lips were softer than you expected and frustratingly familiar in a way that made no sense. The hand on your waist tightened just slightly. You exhaled into the kiss without realizing it. Your hands found his collar first, fisting the fabric—before sliding up, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. Keonho reacted instantly. The hesitation disappeared. His grip tightened, pulling you in like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. The kiss deepened, like neither of you wanted to admit how much you were actually in it. Keonho exhales, pulling back slightly. “Do you want me to stop?” His tone was so light, you lost every thought in your head. “Uh–I don't know.” You swallowed, scratching your nape awkwardly, “I’ll see you later.” He pursed his lips,  turning on his heel, making his way to the club door. “Okay,” you chirp out, the realization of what just happened all crashing down on you. 

A week was enough time to get good at disappearing. And you did. Not physically, Not dramatically, Just strategically. You learned his patterns, When he arrived, When he spoke, When he looked for you, And most importantly, how to not be there when he did. “Festival assignments are posted!” someone shouted through the hallway. A crowd surged forward instantly.  “Host Club and Hostess Club will be collaborating this year!” Cheers erupted, You stayed quiet. You scanned the sheet once. Twice. Then stopped. “Keonho & Y/N — Main Festival Coordination” The paper read, you stared for a beat. “Nope,” you said immediately, stepping back like the paper had offended you personally. Behind you, a familiar voice spoke. "Unfortunate,” Keonho said calmly. Like this wasn’t a problem. Like it was interesting. You didn’t turn around, You refused to give him that. “This is rigged,” you said flatly. “It’s not,” he replied.

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

“You always talk like you’re correct.” You scoffed. “I usually am,” he said lightly. That made you finally turn your head slightly. He was already looking at you. Of course he was. “You can request a switch,” you said quickly.

“I won’t.” He declared “Why not?” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Because I don’t mind working with you.” He shrugged before walking away, "I'll see you later." He called over his shoulder

People started moving toward prep stations. It was too fast, Too loud, and Too many eyes. And suddenly you were both pulled into it. The first meeting was chaos. Too many opinions and way more arguments. “Main booth should go near the fountain,” someone suggested. “No,” you cut in immediately. “That blocks movement.” You shake your head. Keonho didn’t even look up. “Center courtyard works better,” he said. You turned instantly. “That’s overcrowded.” He finally looked at you then. Like he’d been waiting for it. “You think everything is overcrowded,” he said. “You think everything is your business,” you shot back. “You two always argue like this?” someone asked nervously. “No,” you both said instantly.

The days blurred together after that. Setup began, Tasks split, and somehow you kept ending up in the same space, Always. At one point, you both reached for the same box. Your hands touched and you flinched back like his hands were ice cold “Careful,” he said, too casually. “I was careful,” you snapped. “You touched me.” He sighs “I didn’t mean to.” You mutter, going back to what you were doing. “I know.” he says softly

“You’re hovering,” you muttered later as he stood behind you adjusting signage. “I’m working,” he said. “You’re breathing near me.” you hiss, turning your head slightly. “I can’t help that.” He complains, his annoyance was visible on his face now. “You could try.” You replied, there was a pause, then a faint breath of laughter. That annoyed you more than anything else. “You’re in my way,” you said again later when he leaned too close to check a schedule sheet. “I’m not moving,” he replied.  “That’s the problem.”

By midday, the festival was alive, too alive, with noise everywhere, Students running around, and performances starting. someone called your name, “can you approve booth placement?” You turned, nearly walking straight into him. Keonho stepped aside at the last second. Not touching you, but close enough that you felt the warmth of his body “Sorry,” he said automatically. "It’s fine,” you said too quickly, then walked away. You felt him watching you leave, you always did.

“Are you avoiding me on purpose?” his voice came behind you later. You didn’t stop walking. “I’m busy.” you quip. "That’s not what I asked.” he countered, speeding up to walk next to you. “It’s the answer you’re getting.” You mumbled, walking faster. He caught up easily, Of course he did. “Look at me,” he said quietly, You didn’t. “I am not avoiding you,” you said. “That’s impressive,” he replied. “Considering how often you disappear the second I’m near you.” You finally stopped walking and looked at him properly for the first time in a week. “Maybe I just don’t like your presence,” you said sharply. He nodded slightly, “Maybe,” he said, there was a pause “But you notice it a lot for someone who doesn’t care.” That made you go still. “I don’t care,” you said immediately. He didn’t react. “You keep saying that,” he said.“So?” you cross your arms, "What more do you want me to say?" you complain 

He stepped closer slightly. Not enough to trap you, but enough that you noticed. “You-” he said. You cut in “ Actually, save it, we're done with this.” you state calmly, turning on your heel. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head,  "You don't get to do that," He called out, "A week of radio silence and then I have to deal with you acting like this when we could've resolved whatever problem you had." His words made you stop walking, "I don't have a problem." You say quietly, turning around. the gap between the two of you felt so large let so little. "So why have you been avoiding me, all i wanted was to talk to you." He complained, his voice carrying at least ten emotions. "It's been driving me up the walls to see you turn the other way whenever I come in." He went on, you had no words, you didn't even trust your voice right now. "It was selfish I know, I just don't know what you expected, Keonho." You acknowledged, quickly regretting your words. "If you didn't wanna kiss me thats fine," He muttered, running a hand down his face "you should've said that, just don't shut me out like that." His voice was quieter now, "I'm sorry." were the only words you could gather at the moment. "Is that all?" he said, exasperated. 

"I couldn't do it, I didn't know how to process anything." You say quietly, expressing your thoughts.  "Your first thought was to shut me out?" He snaps, "Just because you "hate" me doesn't mean you get to avoid me for a week." He calms down. "I don't hate you." The words came out softer than everything before them. Keonho went still. The noise of the festival behind you both felt distant now—like someone had turned the world’s volume down without warning. A banner flapped somewhere. Laughter echoed faintly. None of it reached here. “I know,” he said finally, but it didn’t sound confident anymore. It sounded like he was trying to hold himself together. “That’s never been the problem.” You swallowed. “Then what is?” His jaw tightened like he hated the answer before he even said it. “The problem,” he started, then stopped. Looked away for the first time like it physically hurt to keep eye contact with you. “Is that you look at me like I’m something you have to manage.”

“That’s not—” you try to defend yourself “It is,” he cut in, sharper now, but not loud. Controlled. Barely. “Like I’m an interruption in your day. Like I’m just… there.” You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Because that part---you couldn’t fully deny. Keonho exhaled through his nose, frustrated with himself now more than you. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to act like it didn’t matter.” He finally looked back at you. And this time, there was nothing casual left in his expression. “But it does.” The wind shifted you both. You felt your voice come out smaller than you wanted. “You think I don’t notice you?” That made him pause. “I think you notice me,” he said carefully, “and then decide it’s safer not to.” Your chest tightened, because it was too accurate. You shook your head once, like you could physically shake the feeling off. “You don’t get to psychoanalyze me.” A faint, humorless breath left him. “Then tell me I’m wrong.” You didn’t and That was the problem. Then Keonho spoke again, quieter now. “That week…” he started, then stopped, like the sentence had weight. Like it cost something. “Do you know what it felt like?”

“I didn’t know what I did wrong,” he admitted. “Or if I even did anything at all. You just… disappeared. Like I didn’t matter enough to explain it to". You shook your head quickly. “It wasn’t like that.” You argue “Then what was it like?” he asked immediately. “I didn’t know how to deal with you,” you admitted quietly. “You make everything feel… too aware.” Keonho blinked slightly “That’s not an insult,” you rushed, frustrated at yourself now. “It’s just—when you’re around, I can’t ignore things. I can’t just exist the way I normally do.” His expression shifted, Something softer flickered there. “And that scared you,” he said. You didn’t answer. Which was answer enough. A long silence stretched between you. Then Keonho stepped forward, like he was finally stopping pretending distance fixed anything. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” he said. “I just… like you.” The words landed quietly, but they changed the air completely. You looked up sharply. “You can’t just say that like it’s nothing.”

“I didn’t say it like it was nothing,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ve been trying not to say it at all for weeks.” That made your breath catch slightly, you hadn’t expected it. The festival noise faded again, Even the wind felt still. “You like me,” you repeated, like saying it out loud would make it less real. Keonho gave a small, almost helpless nod “Yeah.” A beat. Then, quieter: “More than I should.”Something in your expression broke—just slightly. Not dramatically. Just enough for him to notice. His eyes softened instantly, like he regretted pushing you this far even though he needed the truth.“I’m not asking you to feel the same,” he said quickly, voice gentler now. “I just needed you to stop disappearing like I don’t exist.” You stared at him. “I didn’t know it would feel like that for you.” Your voice came out uneven.  “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me neither.”

“I think I just got scared too.” That made him look at you again. Like he was waiting for you to decide what happens next. And for the first time all week, you didn’t run. You stepped closer. Just enough that the space between you stopped feeling like a barrier and started feeling like something fragile. “I didn’t hate you,” you said again, softer now. “I just… didn’t know what to do with you either.” His breath stilled. You swallowed. Then, barely audible: “And I think that’s worse.” Something in his expression cracked open fully now, not pain, not anger, it was relief. Like he’d been holding his breath for days without realizing it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.” Neither of you moved. Then Keonho lifted a hand slowly, like he was asking permission without words. You didn’t step back. So he didn’t stop.His fingers brushed your wrist first, like he was testing the waters, When you didn’t pull away, his hand slid gently to yours. “You’re not disappearing again,” he said softly. It wasn’t a question.“I’m here.” You exhaled, shaky but honest. That was all he needed. Keonho stepped closer—just enough that the space finally disappeared completely—and this time, when he looked at you, there was no hesitation left in him and something that had been building for too long to stop now.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said quietly. Your breath caught. Then, just as soft “…okay.” It wasn’t rushed, It wasn’t messy, It was the kind of kiss that felt like everything unsaid finally collapsing into something real—careful at first, like he was still giving you the chance to pull away, and then deeper when you didn’t. When he pulled back slightly, he didn’t go far. Forehead almost brushing yours, he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it for a week. “You really like making things difficult,” he murmured. A faint, shaky laugh left you. “Shut up.” But you didn’t move away either.

And neither did he.

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UGH! - A. Keonho

pairing: host!keonho x hostess!reader

synopsis: You joined the Ouran Hostess Club for elegance, attention, and free perks—not Ahn Keonho, who somehow ruins all three just by breathing nearby. Unfortunately, the Host Club seems just as committed to pairing you two together.

content + info: lots of bickering, fluff (somewhat), angst towards the end, 4,890 words, ouran host club and ouran hostess club!

author's note: did yall miss me....#lmk this is definitely based in ouran host club if you didnt get that tbh. yall traffic has been HECTIC!!! but im still here.

You decided a long time ago that if Ahn Keonho were to ever drop being a host in the middle of the club room, you’d clap. If there was one thing you hated more than kissing up to clients early in the morning and class, it was him and his insufferable habit of existing. “Y/N, you look gorgeous today,” Keonho hums “don't you think, Jungwon?” Keonho gestured towards you, a bright, polished smile that only you could recognize as pure evil. “Always.” Jungwon replies, smiling at you waiting for your response. “That's sweet,” there was a glimmering tone in your voice. “But, Keonho, there's a group of clients waiting for you around the corner, I’d hate for them to be waiting for so long.” You hissed, nodding your head towards a giggling cluster of what seemed to be first years. “Ah! Jungwon, you were lovely! but I have to get to another client now.” You escaped from the awkward situation with a grimace on your face– not forgetting to shoot a sharp glance at Keonho before trotting over to Seonghyeon. 

Being the most favored member of the Ouran Hostess club comes with a lot of perks-– getting complimented daily by pretty men and free stuff being at the top of the list. The only downside? The Host club. Or more specifically, Ahn Keonho. The spawn of Satan himself– disguised as a “gentleman”. It isn't like it’s one sided or anything, he thrives off your hatred. You were convinced it was some sort of sick hobby of his— seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped. “You look like you’re plotting a murder.” Seonghyeon’s voice cut through your thoughts as you plopped down beside him, forcing a sweet smile onto your face as a group of girls watched from nearby. “Not plotting,” you muttered under your breath, picking up your teacup with elegance. “Just considering my options.” As if summoned by pure irritation alone, the boy in question appeared across the room, laughter spilling from his lips as he leaned just a little too close to one of his guests. He looked perfect, as always—effortlessly charming, like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes trying to publicly embarrass you. Your grip tightened around your teacup. “Relax,” Seonghyeon murmured, following your gaze. “You’re going to crack it.”

“Good,” you said flatly. “I hope it shatters.”

The pristine club room was filled with both host clubs. Loud, bubbly chattering bounced off the walls, “Okay everyone,” James claps dramatically, catching everyone's attention “Starting today, hosts and hostesses will start working in pairs to improve customer satisfaction every Wednesday.” A wide smile breaks across his face. You already know where this is going. Please God no, not today, you thought to yourself. “Our two most precious and favored hosts, please come to the front.” James’ smile widens. “James, don’t you think this is– a little unnecessary?” You try to argue, peering at Keonho who seemed elated, like it was the best thing James had ever said. “I’m offended you think of my planning as “Unnecessary” Miss L/N. But no, we can’t go back on this,” James rubs your shoulder, “It's only every Wednesday, you’ll be okay.” He explained.

You wanted to say something but it felt as if your words were caught in your throat. You looked around at your fellow club members, the hostesses at least tried to look sympathetic. James moves to the other side of the room, attending to the other club members or something– you tuned everyone out. “It seems we always end up together.” Keonho hums, a smile fighting to show. “Don't be weird.” You purse your lips, still avoiding eye contact. “You're making it weird.” He sticks his hands into his uniform pockets. The two of you stand in silence for a beat. It felt like forever until James dismissed the club for the day. You fled the scene as quickly as possible. Which was sadly not quick enough for Keonho, “I’ll see you Wednesday?” He holds the front doors open for you. “Try not to embarrass me.” You warned. 

“That’s funny,” he quipped, “I was going to say the same thing.” He spins on his heel, walking the opposite direction from you. You couldn't help but let out a scoff.

Today was maybe the most dreaded day of your life. The second the news of the pairing was announced, the two of you had multiple requests. Of course you did. A group of girls waved eagerly from one of the larger tables, practically vibrating in their seats. You forced a smile onto your face, smoothing down your uniform as you approached. Showtime. “Thank you for waiting,” you greeted sweetly, nodding your head slightly. “We were hoping to get both of you,” one of them gushed. “You’re like… the most popular pair right now!” You felt your smile twitch. “We’re honored,” Keonho answered smoothly before you could speak, stepping in beside you—too close. Always too close. You took your seat gracefully, ignoring the way your shoulder brushed his. “Keonho is very attentive,” you said, pouring tea for the table. “You’re in good hands.”

“And Y/N is incredibly kind,” he added with a wink, not missing a beat. “She takes very good care of her guests.” The girls giggled, completely oblivious.“You two get along so well!” You and Keonho spoke at the exact same time.

“We don’t—”

“Of course we do.”

You turned to glare at him, but he was already smiling at the clients like nothing happened. You reached for the teapot again—only for your hand to brush against his. Not an accident. You froze for half a second before digging your heel into his shoe under the table. Hard. His expression didn’t change. If anything, his smile widened. “Careful,” he murmured under his breath, just low enough for only you to hear. “They’re watching.” 

“Then stop touching me,” you hissed back, still smiling sweetly as you handed a cup to one of the girls. Instead of listening, he took it as an invitation—his hand settling on your knee. Your smile twitched. “It’s been fun, ladies, but our time with you is up,” Keonho said smoothly, already standing.“Hope to see you around again—don’t forget to give us good ratings!” you added, throwing them a wink. Keonho pulled your chair out for you, guiding you up with practiced ease. “Have a good one,” he said, his hand sliding to the small of your back. Your expression dropped the second your backs were turned. “If you don’t drop your hand right now, I will stick my foot so far up your ass—” You grunted through gritted teeth. “No can do,” Keonho cut in lightly. “James said we have to be as affectionate as possible.”

“No, he didn’t.” You smacked his hand away. “…Yeah,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “He didn’t.”

Today, a new client requested you. Only you. “Good morning…” You glimpse at his name tag for a second, “Ohyul, Hi.” You thought he looked slightly normal. Please be normal, please be normal, you thought to yourself— mentally crossing your fingers. “Good morning, you look great today.” He flashed a small smile at you, his loose tie and earrings catching your attention—effortless, a little careless. Not the usual polished type. “You’ve never requested me before, what's the occasion?” You attempt light conversation. “Oh, that.” He stayed silent for a beat, “I didn't know how to approach you.” He leans back in his chair. “So this was your only option?”

“Pretty much.” He leaned back in his chair, gaze steady on yours. “You’re hard to get to.” That wasn’t new. You’d heard it a hundred times before. “And now that you’re here?” you asked, tone still sweet. “Now I don’t plan on wasting the opportunity.” There it was, right on cue. You rested your chin lightly on your hand, studying him. “That sounds dangerously close to a confession.” “Maybe it is.” You let out a soft laugh. “You think you deserve me? A hostess?” His lips twitched. “I know I do.” You didn't notice at first, but somewhere across the room. Keonho did. “You're popular.” Ohyul suddenly noticed. “Comes with the job,” You shrug, taking a sip out of your teacup. “Nah,” His gaze flicked past you momentarily. “You've got people watching you from across the room.” Your smile drops, “What?” You turned around, just to lock eyes with Keonho. 

“Solo requests, on a Wednesday? what would James have to say?” Keonho mocked smoothly. “I don't know, maybe you should ask him.” You taunted back, your grip on the teacup tightening. “I should, but I won't.” He paused, his eyes never leaving you. “ You should finish up soon, or get Lottie to take your place.” Keonho warned lightly, still ignoring the other presence there. “I think you should mind your own,” You turn back to Ohyul, a sweet smile playing on your face. “I’m sorry about that.” A small sigh comes from you. 

You told yourself you didn’t care. You really didn’t. Ohyul was still talking—something about how he’d been watching you for weeks, how he finally worked up the nerve—but the words blurred together, slipping past you without sticking.“—and I figured, if I didn’t say something now, I’d probably regret it.”

“That would be tragic,” you replied automatically, your smile perfectly in place. But your attention wasn’t. It hadn’t been since—“Keonho!” Your eyes flicked up before you could stop yourself. A girl near the front of the room waved eagerly, practically bouncing in her seat. “Can I request you? Just you?” That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual—was the way he paused. And then looked at you. It was brief. Barely a second. But it was enough. "Of course,” he said smoothly, turning back to her with an easy smile. You looked away first. Obviously. 

You tried listening to Ohyul—tried really hard even, but the next table was so distracting. “Why aren't you looking at me, Keonho?” You saw the girl touch his hand out the corner of your eye, trying to grab his attention. Your jaw tightened at the action. “I’m listening, honey.” Keonho replied sweetly, you almost scoffed at how ridiculous he sounded. “You jealous or something?” Ohyul furrows his eyebrows. “Of what?” You bark, your tone being harsher than intended. “Your boyfriend and his temporary wife over there?” He pursed his lips, nodding his head over to the table where Keonho and May were sitting. You stared at Ohyul for a beat that felt too long, trying to process your thoughts. You ultimately decided to get up and leave, not sparing him a glance. “Don’t forget to give me a good rating.” You muttered. 

“My boyfriend- who the fuck does this guy think he is?” you muttered under your breath, speed walking your way to the club. “You're mad over some guy calling me your boyfriend? I’m hurt,” A sarcastic voice comes from behind you. “But you can’t just up and leave ‘cause you're mad.” He reminded you, you hated that he was right.  “Stop following me, you have a client.” you grunted, storming into the club room which was thankfully empty. “She’s okay, Seonghyeon took over temporarily. We basically look the same, don't you think?” Keonho adds normally, opening the door after you. “That’s not funny.” you grumbled, “Wasn’t trying to be.” He shrugged, brushing May off. You scoffed, pushing open the club room doors harder than necessary. The room was empty. “You walked out mid-session,” he continued, stepping in behind you. “That’s not like you.” He observed, watching your movements. “Maybe I felt like it.” It was your turn to shrug now. “No,” he said simply. “You didn’t." You turned on him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Stop acting like you know me.” His eyes flicked down to your hand, then back up. “You’re predictable.” He said, stepping closer. “You get like this when something gets under your skin.” He continued. “Nothing got under my skin.” You sneered, jabbing your finger into his chest again. “Right,” he nodded. “So you just abandon your clients for fun?”

“Don’t act like you weren’t doing the exact same thing!” you snapped. That made him pause. Just for a second. “I was doing my job.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes. You let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah? Since when do you take solo requests?” you started getting louder. His jaw tightened. “Since I felt like it.” He mumbles, looking away from you.“Bullshit.” The word slipped out before you could stop it. “Excuse me?" His brows lifted slightly.  “You don’t do that,” you pressed, stepping closer now. “You never do that.” You sighed exasperatedly. “And you’ve been keeping track?” Keonho steps closer. “Don’t flatter yourself.” you rolled your eyes, your face was starting to warm up. “Seems like you’re the one paying attention,” he shot back. Your chest tightened.

“I'm listening, honey.” You mock him, holding up air quotes, "You never talk to clients like that, what's so different about her?" The word vomit came before you could take it back. Silence washed over the two of you. His expression shifted. “So you were watching.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I wasn’t watching you,” you snapped. “I just—” You stopped. Because there wasn’t a good way to finish that sentence. “You just what?” He stepped closer again. Your heart was beating too fast now. “I don’t care about you and May,” you said, forcing the words out. “You could’ve been kissing and I wouldn’t have cared.” His eyes didn’t leave yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why’d you leave?” He insisted. “Why did you leave him?” He demanded, yet he already knew the answer. You swallowed. “There was nothing for me to stay for.” You mumbled. “That’s funny,” he said quietly. He stepped closer again, now you were barely a breath apart. “I was going to say the same thing.” Neither of you moved. “You’re impossible,” you muttered under your breath, turning slightly away like that could reset your thoughts. Your arms crossed loosely, more defensive than angry now. “So are you,” Keonho answered, but there was no edge to it. Just air between the words, like he wasn’t trying to win anymore. That should’ve restarted everything. It didn’t. You exhaled, dragging a hand on your face, eyes flicking away from him for a second too long. 

“We’re not doing this,” you said, quieter this time, like you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Your fingers tapped lightly against your arm, restless.“Doing what?” He tilted his head slightly, like he genuinely wanted the answer, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. Not even for a second. “This,” you gestured between you, vaguely frustrated, like you could erase the entire situation with your hand. “Whatever this is.” Keonho didn’t respond right away. His jaw tightened just slightly, like he was thinking too much about something he didn’t want to say out loud. “Say it then,” he finally said, voice lower now. You frowned immediately. “Say what?” His gaze dropped for half a second, then returned to your face like nothing happened. But it did. You felt it. “That you don’t want this,” he added, slower this time, like he was testing the words himself.

Your mouth opened instantly and closed again just as fast. Nothing came out. So you looked away, scoffing softly like that could cover it. "Don’t act like you’re suddenly philosophical,” you said, trying for sarcasm but landing somewhere softer. Your voice didn’t match your expression anymore. “I’m not,” he replied, stepping forward slightly, just enough that the space between you stopped feeling safe. You noticed immediately. Of course you did. “Keonho,” you warned, but it came out more like hesitation than authority. Your shoulders stayed tense anyway, like your body hadn’t decided what side it was on. He stopped instantly. Not retreating, but pausing. Like he was giving you control even while standing there anyway.“Just say stop,” he said quietly. No teasing now. No challenge.

“Can I?” he murmured, voice quieter now, just below a whisper. Your breath hitched. “Yeah,” you breathed, and that was all it took. His lips met yours. It was slow at first, like he was giving you time to pull away, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with him. His lips were softer than you expected and frustratingly familiar in a way that made no sense. The hand on your waist tightened just slightly. You exhaled into the kiss without realizing it. Your hands found his collar first, fisting the fabric—before sliding up, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. Keonho reacted instantly. The hesitation disappeared. His grip tightened, pulling you in like he’d been waiting for that exact moment. The kiss deepened, like neither of you wanted to admit how much you were actually in it. Keonho exhales, pulling back slightly. “Do you want me to stop?” His tone was so light, you lost every thought in your head. “Uh–I don't know.” You swallowed, scratching your nape awkwardly, “I’ll see you later.” He pursed his lips,  turning on his heel, making his way to the club door. “Okay,” you chirp out, the realization of what just happened all crashing down on you. 

A week was enough time to get good at disappearing. And you did. Not physically, Not dramatically, Just strategically. You learned his patterns, When he arrived, When he spoke, When he looked for you, And most importantly, how to not be there when he did. “Festival assignments are posted!” someone shouted through the hallway. A crowd surged forward instantly.  “Host Club and Hostess Club will be collaborating this year!” Cheers erupted, You stayed quiet. You scanned the sheet once. Twice. Then stopped. “Keonho & Y/N — Main Festival Coordination” The paper read, you stared for a beat. “Nope,” you said immediately, stepping back like the paper had offended you personally. Behind you, a familiar voice spoke. "Unfortunate,” Keonho said calmly. Like this wasn’t a problem. Like it was interesting. You didn’t turn around, You refused to give him that. “This is rigged,” you said flatly. “It’s not,” he replied.

“It is.”

“It isn’t.”

“You always talk like you’re correct.” You scoffed. “I usually am,” he said lightly. That made you finally turn your head slightly. He was already looking at you. Of course he was. “You can request a switch,” you said quickly.

“I won’t.” He declared “Why not?” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Because I don’t mind working with you.” He shrugged before walking away, "I'll see you later." He called over his shoulder

People started moving toward prep stations. It was too fast, Too loud, and Too many eyes. And suddenly you were both pulled into it. The first meeting was chaos. Too many opinions and way more arguments. “Main booth should go near the fountain,” someone suggested. “No,” you cut in immediately. “That blocks movement.” You shake your head. Keonho didn’t even look up. “Center courtyard works better,” he said. You turned instantly. “That’s overcrowded.” He finally looked at you then. Like he’d been waiting for it. “You think everything is overcrowded,” he said. “You think everything is your business,” you shot back. “You two always argue like this?” someone asked nervously. “No,” you both said instantly.

The days blurred together after that. Setup began, Tasks split, and somehow you kept ending up in the same space, Always. At one point, you both reached for the same box. Your hands touched and you flinched back like his hands were ice cold “Careful,” he said, too casually. “I was careful,” you snapped. “You touched me.” He sighs “I didn’t mean to.” You mutter, going back to what you were doing. “I know.” he says softly

“You’re hovering,” you muttered later as he stood behind you adjusting signage. “I’m working,” he said. “You’re breathing near me.” you hiss, turning your head slightly. “I can’t help that.” He complains, his annoyance was visible on his face now. “You could try.” You replied, there was a pause, then a faint breath of laughter. That annoyed you more than anything else. “You’re in my way,” you said again later when he leaned too close to check a schedule sheet. “I’m not moving,” he replied.  “That’s the problem.”

By midday, the festival was alive, too alive, with noise everywhere, Students running around, and performances starting. someone called your name, “can you approve booth placement?” You turned, nearly walking straight into him. Keonho stepped aside at the last second. Not touching you, but close enough that you felt the warmth of his body “Sorry,” he said automatically. "It’s fine,” you said too quickly, then walked away. You felt him watching you leave, you always did.

“Are you avoiding me on purpose?” his voice came behind you later. You didn’t stop walking. “I’m busy.” you quip. "That’s not what I asked.” he countered, speeding up to walk next to you. “It’s the answer you’re getting.” You mumbled, walking faster. He caught up easily, Of course he did. “Look at me,” he said quietly, You didn’t. “I am not avoiding you,” you said. “That’s impressive,” he replied. “Considering how often you disappear the second I’m near you.” You finally stopped walking and looked at him properly for the first time in a week. “Maybe I just don’t like your presence,” you said sharply. He nodded slightly, “Maybe,” he said, there was a pause “But you notice it a lot for someone who doesn’t care.” That made you go still. “I don’t care,” you said immediately. He didn’t react. “You keep saying that,” he said.“So?” you cross your arms, "What more do you want me to say?" you complain 

He stepped closer slightly. Not enough to trap you, but enough that you noticed. “You-” he said. You cut in “ Actually, save it, we're done with this.” you state calmly, turning on your heel. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head,  "You don't get to do that," He called out, "A week of radio silence and then I have to deal with you acting like this when we could've resolved whatever problem you had." His words made you stop walking, "I don't have a problem." You say quietly, turning around. the gap between the two of you felt so large let so little. "So why have you been avoiding me, all i wanted was to talk to you." He complained, his voice carrying at least ten emotions. "It's been driving me up the walls to see you turn the other way whenever I come in." He went on, you had no words, you didn't even trust your voice right now. "It was selfish I know, I just don't know what you expected, Keonho." You acknowledged, quickly regretting your words. "If you didn't wanna kiss me thats fine," He muttered, running a hand down his face "you should've said that, just don't shut me out like that." His voice was quieter now, "I'm sorry." were the only words you could gather at the moment. "Is that all?" he said, exasperated. 

"I couldn't do it, I didn't know how to process anything." You say quietly, expressing your thoughts.  "Your first thought was to shut me out?" He snaps, "Just because you "hate" me doesn't mean you get to avoid me for a week." He calms down. "I don't hate you." The words came out softer than everything before them. Keonho went still. The noise of the festival behind you both felt distant now—like someone had turned the world’s volume down without warning. A banner flapped somewhere. Laughter echoed faintly. None of it reached here. “I know,” he said finally, but it didn’t sound confident anymore. It sounded like he was trying to hold himself together. “That’s never been the problem.” You swallowed. “Then what is?” His jaw tightened like he hated the answer before he even said it. “The problem,” he started, then stopped. Looked away for the first time like it physically hurt to keep eye contact with you. “Is that you look at me like I’m something you have to manage.”

“That’s not—” you try to defend yourself “It is,” he cut in, sharper now, but not loud. Controlled. Barely. “Like I’m an interruption in your day. Like I’m just… there.” You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Because that part---you couldn’t fully deny. Keonho exhaled through his nose, frustrated with himself now more than you. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to act like it didn’t matter.” He finally looked back at you. And this time, there was nothing casual left in his expression. “But it does.” The wind shifted you both. You felt your voice come out smaller than you wanted. “You think I don’t notice you?” That made him pause. “I think you notice me,” he said carefully, “and then decide it’s safer not to.” Your chest tightened, because it was too accurate. You shook your head once, like you could physically shake the feeling off. “You don’t get to psychoanalyze me.” A faint, humorless breath left him. “Then tell me I’m wrong.” You didn’t and That was the problem. Then Keonho spoke again, quieter now. “That week…” he started, then stopped, like the sentence had weight. Like it cost something. “Do you know what it felt like?”

“I didn’t know what I did wrong,” he admitted. “Or if I even did anything at all. You just… disappeared. Like I didn’t matter enough to explain it to". You shook your head quickly. “It wasn’t like that.” You argue “Then what was it like?” he asked immediately. “I didn’t know how to deal with you,” you admitted quietly. “You make everything feel… too aware.” Keonho blinked slightly “That’s not an insult,” you rushed, frustrated at yourself now. “It’s just—when you’re around, I can’t ignore things. I can’t just exist the way I normally do.” His expression shifted, Something softer flickered there. “And that scared you,” he said. You didn’t answer. Which was answer enough. A long silence stretched between you. Then Keonho stepped forward, like he was finally stopping pretending distance fixed anything. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” he said. “I just… like you.” The words landed quietly, but they changed the air completely. You looked up sharply. “You can’t just say that like it’s nothing.”

“I didn’t say it like it was nothing,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ve been trying not to say it at all for weeks.” That made your breath catch slightly, you hadn’t expected it. The festival noise faded again, Even the wind felt still. “You like me,” you repeated, like saying it out loud would make it less real. Keonho gave a small, almost helpless nod “Yeah.” A beat. Then, quieter: “More than I should.”Something in your expression broke—just slightly. Not dramatically. Just enough for him to notice. His eyes softened instantly, like he regretted pushing you this far even though he needed the truth.“I’m not asking you to feel the same,” he said quickly, voice gentler now. “I just needed you to stop disappearing like I don’t exist.” You stared at him. “I didn’t know it would feel like that for you.” Your voice came out uneven.  “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me neither.”

“I think I just got scared too.” That made him look at you again. Like he was waiting for you to decide what happens next. And for the first time all week, you didn’t run. You stepped closer. Just enough that the space between you stopped feeling like a barrier and started feeling like something fragile. “I didn’t hate you,” you said again, softer now. “I just… didn’t know what to do with you either.” His breath stilled. You swallowed. Then, barely audible: “And I think that’s worse.” Something in his expression cracked open fully now, not pain, not anger, it was relief. Like he’d been holding his breath for days without realizing it. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.” Neither of you moved. Then Keonho lifted a hand slowly, like he was asking permission without words. You didn’t step back. So he didn’t stop.His fingers brushed your wrist first, like he was testing the waters, When you didn’t pull away, his hand slid gently to yours. “You’re not disappearing again,” he said softly. It wasn’t a question.“I’m here.” You exhaled, shaky but honest. That was all he needed. Keonho stepped closer—just enough that the space finally disappeared completely—and this time, when he looked at you, there was no hesitation left in him and something that had been building for too long to stop now.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said quietly. Your breath caught. Then, just as soft “…okay.” It wasn’t rushed, It wasn’t messy, It was the kind of kiss that felt like everything unsaid finally collapsing into something real—careful at first, like he was still giving you the chance to pull away, and then deeper when you didn’t. When he pulled back slightly, he didn’t go far. Forehead almost brushing yours, he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it for a week. “You really like making things difficult,” he murmured. A faint, shaky laugh left you. “Shut up.” But you didn’t move away either.

And neither did he.

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GOODNIGHT N' GO, MARTIN EDWARDS PARK

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