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Hello! So you can call me Rean, or Rei 💫 (she/her) 21! Not a minor 👍

Minors please dni on my nsfw postss!!

boynextdoor!! feel free to send me questions or requests, if i’m intrigued i might write on it (also, i do write ship fics but only for taesjae, leerionz, and nunnyangz)

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my ceiling is your floor | han dongmin

—summary: a new family just moved into the big house down the street. a few days later, a girl dressed in the most expensive clothing walks in during dongmin’s shift.

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor boy x rich girl, taesan centric, childhood trauma, slice of life, slowburn, catholic family!reader

writer’s note: this is a spin off from my other 노란장판 taesan fic, it’s not necessarily connected to each other so you can read it as a stand alone. also this version covers a different version of taesan x reader so their backstory are completely different.

this is part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“You know, someone just moved into the big house down the street.”

Dongmin took a bite of his popsicle, the sweet soda flavour exploding in his mouth as he turned to face Haesu. The warm summer sun beat down on them, droplets of sweat run down his neck. “The pink mansion?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The girl nodded, slurping loudly on her own popsicle. “I saw a whole bunch of people there this morning, hauling boxes and furniture inside. They must be all done by now.”

Dongmin hummed noncommittally, taking another bite of his stick. The pink mansion had been vacant for as long as he could remember, its former owners having abandoned it years ago to avoid their debts and the loan sharks hot on their heels. Something about tax evasion or something.

Their neighbourhood is a modest place. Most of the houses were old and run-down, only elderly people and a handful of locals still stayed there.

“Yeah, good for them.” Dongmin remarked, squinting his eyes from the glare of the sun.

Haesu nodded, sucking thoughtfully on her own popsicle. “They must be loaded. no one just moves into a place like that unless they're loaded. Especially not in a dump like this neighborhood.” She waved her sticky, dripping popsicle stick around, gesturing to the surrounding area.

Dongmin glanced at Haesu who raised her brow at him. “Aren’t I right?”

The pink mansion was the most luxurious and spacious house in their neighborhood, a stark contrast to the rundown homes that surrounded it.

Dongmin shrugged, finishing his popsicle and tossing the stick aside. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Not many people can afford to live there. But if we consider the neighbourhood itself.. They probably got themselves a steal deal for what it’s worth.”

Haesu hummed, “I wonder who they are though. Maybe they're some rich CEO or a famous actor. Wouldn’t that be fun? We’ll have a celebrity in our neighbourhood!” Haesu said, chuckling while she checks her appearance through her phone camera.

Dongmin shrugged, not really caring about the new neighbours' background. “I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care. As long as they keep to themselves and don't cause trouble, I'm happy to have some new faces around here for once.”

Dongmin's gaze drifted lazily around the quiet street, taking in the familiar sights of the old houses and overgrown lawns that made up their neighborhood. His ears perked at the sound of laughter on the other side of the street, eyes landing on two unfamiliar figures.

He knew instantly that they were not from around here, and not just because he had never seen them before. The two girls were dressed in a way that stood out like a sore thumb in their modest neighborhood. They wore branded footwear, heeled, the kind that no one else around here could afford, let alone would think to wear on the cracked, uneven pavement.

Dongmin felt Haesu's elbow digging into his ribs, “That must be them. The new owners.” She said lowly, licking the last of her popsicle, before tossing the stick aside as she watched the girls disappear around the corner.

Dongmin just hummed noncommittally, his eyes lingering on the retreating figures for a moment longer before he tore his gaze away.

Dongmin stood, collecting his and Haesu’s popsicle sticks to throw. “Alright, break’s over. I gotta head back in.”

Haesu glanced at her phone, her eyes widening as she saw the time. “Shit, I'm late!” She hurriedly stuff her phone into her pocket and grab her bag, “Catch ya later, Dongmin. Don't work too hard now!”

Dongmin sat behind the counter of the record store, his notebook opened before him as he worked on his homework. It was late afternoon, and as usual during this time, the store was empty of customers. He had always loved working at the record store, not just for the discount on vinyl and CDs, but for the perk of being able to listen to any music he wanted while he worked. The owner was a laid-back guy who appreciated good music, and he trusted Dongmin's taste enough to let him curate the in-store playlist.

At the sound of footsteps entering the store, Dongmin looked up from his notebook, his pencil pausing mid-sentence. He looked up to see the girl from a few days ago. Today, however, she was dressed more casually, in just a simple polo shirt and well-worn jeans.

“Welcome to Record Haven,” Dongmin said, standing up from his stool behind the counter. He went through the standard greeting, not really expecting you to take him up on the offer for help. “If you need any assistance, just let me know.”

He watched as you browsed the shelves, your fingers trailing over the spines of albums and vinyl records. You hummed before coming over to the counter.

Dongmin tucked away his notebook to the side, “Can I help you?”

You approached him with a polite smile, “Yes, hi. I was wondering if you guys sell stylus cartridges as well?”

Dongmin blinked, “Yeah, we do.” He replied, “What kind of stylus are you looking for?”

He waited for your reply as you pursed your lips in thought. “I'm not entirely sure.” You admitted, “My dad has a huge collection of old lp records. Oh- Yeah, we just moved down the street. But, it seems like the stylus cartridge got lost during the move.”

Dongmin nodded, his mind already racing through the various stylus cartridges they had in stock. “Do you know roughly from which year those albums are from? The cartridge needed can vary depending on the age of the turntable.”

You tucked a stray bang behind your ear, “Mostly Bowie from the 70s.” She smiled, staring at Dongmin in anticipation.

Dongmin whistled lowly, impressed. “Wow, those are some real classic records you've got there.” He said, a note of admiration in his voice. He leaned forward against the counter, considering the information.

“If it’s from the 70s, it’s most probably shellac.” Dongmin explained, crossing his arms. “And since 70s records were typically pressed at 78 RPM, you'll need a needle that's designed for that speed.”

“We do have a few of those in stock.” He paused, glancing up at you as a thought occurred to him. “But, if you're not sure, you can always bring them tomorrow. I can take a look and match it up with the right one for you.”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, a soft smile began to spread across her face. Dongmin forced himself not to smile back.

“Really?”

Dongmin nodded politely, “Yeah. Feel free to come by anytime. We're open every weekday from 9 to 7.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Or if you're not able to make it in, you can always just text me.” Dongmin tore off the piece of paper and handed it to you, “Here’s my number in case you need it. I'm usually here most days anyway, so I can try to help you out over the phone or set something aside for you if you need.”

You took the offered paper, waving it in the air. “Thank you, I really appreciate your help.” You said softly, your voice filled with a hint of shy appreciation. “So, I guess I’ll see you around?”

Dongmin waved you off as you begin to walk out of the store, a polite and warm smile on his face. “You're welcome, feel free to come by anytime.”

In all honesty, Dongmin was not really expecting you to take him up on the offer to text him directly. But when he went back home that night a notification for a friend request showed up on his phone.

*accept request* *rename friend*

‘Pink Mansion Neighbour’

Dongmin winced, feeling his ears start to ring from Haesu's constant chatter. He had been trying to focus on the inventory sheet before him for the past hour and a half, but the sound of the girl's voice was making it nearly impossible to concentrate. He knew her shift at the convenience store had been canceled for the day, and now she seemed intent on making up for the lost time by talking his ear off.

“Han Dongmin, are you even listening to me?” Haesu asked, a note of frustration in her voice when he failed to respond to her latest tangent.

Dongmin just shrugged, not bothering to look up from his paperwork as he mumbled a noncommittal “Mhm.” He had long since learned to tune out Haesu's constant babbling, finding it easier to just let her ramble on until she exhausted herself.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Haesu continued, undeterred by Dongmin's lack of enthusiasm. “I was talking to Mina at school today, and guess what she told me? She said she saw a rolls royce pulling out of the pink mansion! A rolls royce!!” Her voice rose with excitement at the revelation.

Dongmin's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise at Haesu's revelation. His jaw gape a bit, “Wah, that’s crazy.”

Haesu nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yep, that's what Mina told me. She said the guy living there is some big shot actor from back in the day. He was in, uh, ‘Our Tomorrow’ or something like that. Apparently, he retired and moved here with his second wife and daughters.”

Dongmin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he considered this new information. “So, her dad is an actor..” He muttered.

Haesu tilts her head towards him, “Hm?” She asked, drizzling ketchup over her corn dog, “What did you say?”

Dongmin straightened, going back to his task. “Ah, nothing. The girl we saw the other day, she was here yesterday.”

Haesu paused mid-bite, her jaw dropping open as she stared at Dongmin in disbelief. “What?!" She exclaimed, nearly choking on her snack. “Han Dongmin. What do you mean that girl was here yesterday?!” She pointed her corn dog at him, splattering some of the sauce on the counter.

“You-“ Dongmin sighed, “What are you a kid?” He straightened up, grabbing a rag to wipe away the spill.

The chirpy girl ignored her friend’s words, leaning her whole upper body to get the gossip out of the taller boy. “No, no- Let’s run it back a bit. What was that about her coming here?”

He continued to wipe down the counter, trying to act nonchalant even as Haesu stared at him in excitement. “Well, she just came in yesterday, looking for a stylus cartridge for her dad's old vinyl collection.”

Haesu leaned in closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. “And?” She prodded, waiting for more details.

Dongmin raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden interest. “What?” He asked, feeling uncomfortable as Haesu began to crowd him with questions.

“I mean like,” Haesu scratched the back of her head, her ponytail swishing behind her. “After that, then what happened? Did you sell her something? What did you guys talk about? Did she mention anything else about her famous dad or their fancy new house?”

Dongmin took a step back, uncomfortable with Haesu's intense interrogation. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Well, nothing much. She seemed unsure about what she needed, so I just gave her my number in case she has any other questions.” He explained with a shrug.

Haesu blinked, then let out a loud, incredulous laugh. “Wah, you've grown up, Han Dongmin!” She teased, slamming her fist on the table uncontrollably. “That was smooth, I gotta give you that!”

Dongmin frowned, caught off guard by Haesu's outburst. “What?” He asked, genuinely confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

Haesu sighed dramatically, laying her head down on the glass counter and tracing idle circles with her finger. “Ah.. Must be nice,” she murmured, a touch of envy in her voice. “But, Han Dongmin, you're one of the good-looking guys around here. So, you should like totally go for her, since she's like, the prettiest girl in our neighbourhood.”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, he casually tossed the rag at her, "Stop talking nonsense," he said, his tone dismissive. "And I thought you came here to do your homework?”

Dongmin trudged home, the strap of his bag digging into his shoulder as he walked. The sun has set, street lights illuminating the quiet streets of their neighborhood. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of the pink mansion in the distance, the baby pink walls surrounding the estate like a pastel fortress.

Reaching his house, Dongmin announced his arrival with a call of "I'm home!" He hung his backpack on the hook by the door, storing his shoes away.

His grandmother emerged from the kitchen, “You’re back? I made dinner, it’s heating up right now. Go take a shower.”

Dongmin smiled, holding out a small plastic bag, “Haesu's mom made some rice cakes and gave us some to try.”

His grandmother cooed appreciatively, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the homemade rice cakes. “Ah, that sweet girl..” She murmured, shaking her head. “You must really thank her, Dongmin-ah. That girl's family practically fed you through your childhood. Without her, I doubt you’d even be as big and strong as you are now. You better thank her properly!" She wagged a finger at Dongmin.

Dongmin chuckled softly, a fond smile playing on his lips as he listened to his grandmother's words. “I know. You've told me a million times already.” He said, nodding in agreement. “Don’t worry, I repay her by letting her bother me everyday.”

He leaned against the wall, watching as his grandmother carefully unwrapped the rice cakes and examined them with a critical eye. Muttering about adding them into the soup.

It was true, Dongmin had to admit. Ever since his mother ran away and left him with his grandmother, Haesu's family had taken him under their wing. They had made sure he was well-fed and had everything he needed growing up. Dongmin knew that without their generosity, his life might have turned out very differently.

His grandmother turned to look at him, “What are you still doing standing there? Aren’t you gonna take a shower? You’ll catch a cold showering too late!” She said, slapping his shoulder.

Dongmin rubbed his shoulder, feigning a yelp at his grandmother's playful swat. “Okay, okay! I'm going!” He said with an exaggerated sigh, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

Dongmin let the warm water cascade over his head and shoulders, his fingers running through his hair as he rinsed the suds away. In the silence, his mind drifted to thoughts of the girl from the pink mansion. She still hasn’t contacted him.

Well, surely it was natural to be curious about new things, especially something as significant as a famous family moving into their quiet, unassuming neighbourhood. After all, it wasn't every day that a big shot actor would come to live just a blocks away from his house.

Dongmin shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair as he turned to face the spray directly. This is why he hates the silence.

Dongmin stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, his hair still damp from his shower. He walked into the living room, seeing his grandmother already seated on the floor in front of their small television.

She had set up their table, complete with steaming bowls of rice, side dishes, and a large platter of the rice cakes Haesu's mother had given them. “What’s this?” He asked, squinting slightly to make out what the movie is about. The quality was grainy, probably an older movie then.

His grandmother didn’t turn to look at him, “It’s an old movie. It used to be so popular back then.”

Dongmin nodded, settling down beside his grandmother. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started to serve himself some rice and side dishes, feeling hungry after his shower. “You know, recently, I heard that a big-time actor just moved into the neighbourhood.” He mentioned casually, taking a bite of the food.

His grandmother's eyes widened, and she nearly dropped her chopsticks. “Here? Who?” She exclaimed, leaning forward with interest.

Dongmin shrugged, shaking his head. “I don't know his name, but apparently Haesu said he was in ‘Our Tomorrow’.”

His grandmother gasped, pointing a trembling finger at the screen. “This is ‘Our Tomorrow’!” She exclaimed, “The lead actor in this, he's the one who moved into the neighbourhood?”

Dongmin blinked in surprise, was that girl's dad really that popular? He nodded, reaching for a piece of pajeon on the table. “Yeah, his daughter actually came into the record store the other day. Said she was looking for a stylus cartridge for her dad's old vinyl collection.” He explained, biting into the pancake.

His grandmother gasped, nearly dropping her chopsticks in surprise. “Han Dongmin!” She exclaimed, a note of disappointment in her voice. “You should’ve asked for his autograph! That's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

Dongmin glanced at the movie still playing, he had to admit, the guy was objectively very good looking, even by today's standards.

‘She inherited his good looks alright.’

“Well, she did give me her number, so I could just ask her to get her dad to sign something for us.” He said, shrugging nonchalantly.

His grandmother's eyes widened, a hopeful look on her face. “Really? But, maybe you should ask her first if it’s okay. We don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.” She cringed, not wanting to put a bad impression.

“Don’t worry,” Dongmin said, reaching for his phone. “I think she might be coming tomorrow, let me ask her.”

Dongmin glanced at his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen as he debated how to approach the delicate request. He didn't want to seem too forward.

“Hi, sorry for texting you so late at night. I just wanted to let you know that some new stuff will arrive at the store tomorrow, if you want to take a look.”

A few moments later, he received a reply that made him chuckle softly.

“Shit, I'm so sorry about not informing you earlier. I couldn't come by the store today because my parents wanted me to be home for the house blessing ceremony ㅠㅠ.”

Dongmin was about to text back when another message came in.

“I can come by tomorrow, maybe in the afternoon. Is that okay?”

Dongmin smiled to himself as he read the girl's message, “Yes, that works for me. I'll be at the store until 7.” He replied.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then ^^”

Dongmin closed his phone, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He finds himself wishing for tomorrow to come a little faster.

“This one is one of the newer models.” Sungho explained, smiling against the counter while Foo Fighters play in the background. “The diamond tip makes it last longer, up to 800 playing hours.”

Dongmin nodded in agreement, closing his eyes to fully focus on the rich, clear sound emanating from the turntable. “That's crazy smooth.” He shook his head in disbelief, a note of appreciation in his voice.

Sungho grinned, “The old man ordered 5 units, just to test it out first.” He tapped the glass counter, pointing at the five boxes beside them. “Oh, and he also ordered some Nirvana and Oasis to restock.” Sungho said, handing Dongmin the box full of brand new albums.

Dongmin examined the new products, his fingers tracing over the album covers and grinning when he found what he’s looking for. “I've been waiting for this one.” He said, holding up a copy of Oasis' ‘Definitely Maybe’ and placing it on the turntable.

As the opening riff of ‘Live Forever’ filled the store, both Sungho and Dongmin paused, their conversations momentarily silenced by the iconic guitar melody. They stood in awe, listening intently to the rich, warm sound emanating from the speakers.

“Bless my ears.” Sungho said, shaking his head to the rhythm. Dongmin nodded in agreement, his lips moving slightly as he mouthed the lyrics.

A few moments later, Sungho snapped his fingers, a thought occurring to him. “Hey, are you free this weekend? Like, Friday night?” he asked, tapping the counter with his knuckles. “There's a live show playing at 'Boylife'. Jaehyun and his kids are performing.”

Dongmin raised an eyebrow, a note of surprise in his voice. “Oh yeah? Didn't know they had a gig.” He replied, a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Guess they're starting to make a name for themselves, huh? Good for them.”

Sungho nodded, a proud smile on his face as he spoke of his friends. “Yeah, they've been working really hard. I hear they've been out there busking, playing on the streets just to gain more experience and exposure.” He said, packing up his stuff, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder.

“I could probably get you access to the second floor, if you want. Just shoot me a text and let me know how many people you're bringing,” Sungho glanced at his watch, a note of urgency in his voice as he gathered his belongings. “I gotta run, though. I have this lecture in 20.” He said, twirling his motorcycle key.

“Catch you later, Dongmin. Think about it, yeah?” With that, he headed for the door, swinging his helmet as he left.

As Sungho left the store, Dongmin heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up from where he had been organizing some of the new inventory, his lips quirking up slightly as he saw you enter.

“Hey, welcome back.” He greeted warmly, a smile on his face. You approached the counter, holding a Bowie album in your hands. “Sorry for coming in so late, my sister asked me to drive her to meet her friends.”

Dongmin chuckled, “It’s no problem.” He took the album from you, carefully examining it before nodding. “This it?” He asked as he flipped it over to check the details.

You nodded, “All of them are basically like these.” You confirmed as Dongmin took the vinyl out of the cover.

Dongmin's eyes lit up with genuine excitement as he confirmed the album's condition and material. “Yeah, this is definitely shellac.” He said, checking over the smooth surface of the record.

He reached under the counter and pulled out several stylus cartridges, setting them before you on a clean cloth. “Alright, so let me explain the differences between these.” He began, his voice taking on a more instructional tone as he lined up the various cartridges.

You listened carefully, eyes glancing to each brands as Dongmin explained the differences. His passion for music is showing through, and you can’t help but appreciate him for that.

“I guess I’ll take the diamond tip then.”

Dongmin nodded, a friendly smile on his face as he finished ringing up your purchase. “Solid choice.” He said, placing the cartridge inside a paper bag.

Just as you finished paying and were about to leave, a loud crack of thunder echoed through the store, followed by the sound of rain starting to pour heavily outside. The sound of droplets hitting the windows created a rhythmic patter that filled the quiet space.

“Aw man. I didn't bring any umbrella.” You sighed, looking out at the downpour outside.

Dongmin felt a bit bad, opening the side counter door. “You can stay here for a while if you want.” He offered, gesturing towards the back of the store. “There's a seating area inside with a table so you can be more comfortable waiting until the rain stops. At least until it dies down a bit, anyway.”

You looked up at him in surprise, “Would that be okay? I don’t want to disturb your work though.”

Dongmin waved off your concern with a casual hand gesture, a warm smile on his face. “Oh, it's totally fine. I was gonna take my break soon anyway.” He said, his tone relaxed and friendly. “Sometimes some of my friends also hang out here when they come over. It's not a problem at all.”

He moved towards the back of the store, closing the windows to keep the rain from getting in. Dongmin led you to a small seating area tucked away in the corner of the store. There was a low table with a few cushions scattered around it, and a small bookshelf with various music magazines and vinyl care guides stacked neatly on top.

Your eyes widened in awe, “Wow.. This is cozy.”

“Make yourself comfortable. There's some snacks in the drawer if you get hungry.” He added, pointing to a small cabinet. “I'm gonna head upstairs to grab a bite to eat. The rain doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon, so you might as well wait it out here.”

You and Dongmin sat across each other in comfortable silence, both of you have chosen a comic book in your hands. You stare at him before curiously asking. “Say, how did you start working here?”

Dongmin looked up from where he had been quietly flipping through a comic book, a look of surprise on his face as he met your gaze. “Oh, I've just been coming here since I was younger.” He said, putting down the comic. “I remember they used to play some foreign rock bands here. And me, I was curious, you know? The owner was a retiree, and he'd often let me hang around, introducing me to different bands and genres. Showing me how to use the turntable.”

His fingers absently tracing the edge of the magazine. “I used to hang around here listening to him explain about each bands after school everyday. Eventually, I started helping him out around the shop part-time. Just small tasks, organizing inventory, cleaning, that sort of thing.”

Dongmin paused, a fond look in his eyes as he recalled those memories. “I like it here. It's quiet, and I can listen to any music I want. Plus, the other part-timer, Sungho-hyung's been really good to me.”

He shrugged, a content expression on his face. “It's become like a second home, you know?”

Listening to him talk, you can’t help but smile. Dongmin seems very passionate and it’s obvious that he truly cherish this little space.

“You must really love music.” You said, shifting your weight onto your elbow.

Dongmin chuckled softly, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I really do.” He paused, looking down at his hands as he spoke, “It was even my dream once to be a musician.”

Dongmin shrugged, a self-deprecating smile on his face. “Obviously, life took a different turn, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving music.”

“Why?”

Dongmin looked up from where he had been gazing out the rain-streaked window, his eyes meeting yours, “Hm?”

You elaborated, "Why can't you be a musician now?"

Dongmin turned back to the window, his reflection ghostly in the glass as rain continued to pour outside. He was quiet for a moment, “Well...” he started, his voice taking on a more contemplative tone. “It's too risky, you know? Art isn't exactly a stable job. You never know if you'll make it, if you'll be able to support yourself.”

He paused, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as a realization dawned on him. “But, I guess it depends on luck.” He chuckled awkwardly, “Can’t really depend on mine.”

You chuckled, not looking offended at all to Dongmin’s relief. “It’s a beautiful dream. If you have the chance in the future you should definitely go for it. I, myself, am trying to expand my knowledge in the music world too. It seems like a lot of fun.” You shrugged, smiling as you take a sip of the tea in front of you.

Dongmin contemplated for a moment, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the table as he thought. “You know, there's this restaurant that some of my friends are gonna play at later this week,” he said, his voice taking on a more animated tone. “If you want, you can come with me.”

The rain had started to let up slightly, though it was still coming down steadily outside. You blinked, “Wait, seriously?” A smile began to spread on your face.

Dongmin nodded, “I can come and pick you up,” he offered, his voice taking on a more practical tone. “Since you're new here, the road might be confusing. You said you live down the street, right?”

Your eyes widened, “Yeah.. The one with the pink gate.”

Dongmin nods, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “Then.. I'll pick you up Friday. I’ll text you..” He said, his voice taking on a slightly more confident tone now that you'd agreed. “Sounds like a plan?”

You grinned, “Sounds like a plan.”

writer’s note: well, that’s definitely a bit slow… but, i think that’s what makes it realistic? next part will be their first date!! i’m so excited lol. also i gotta admit, i’m writing it to be more from taesan’s pov because i just find it fun when the reader could see what the characters are thinking, keeping it broad and mysterious for the reader so it feels more personalised(?)

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my ceiling is your floor | han dongmin pt.3

—summary: after finding out the reason behind dongmin and jaehyun’s fallout, you decided to surprise him on a little trip

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor boy x rich girl, slowburn, slice of life, taesan centric, lots of fluff and relationship development

writer’s note: pure slice of life, just these two getting to know each other and answering some questions from past parts, things are getting more exciting

this is part 3 of the series | part 1 | part 2

Dongmin hummed to the soft tune of one of Sung Si Kyung's songs, his hands moving methodically as he arranged the albums on the shelves. He was taking a look over when he heard the sound of a bicycle pulling up in front of the store.

You walked in with a carton of drinks in your hand, “My parents had guests over, so we have a bunch of extra drinks.” You said, smiling brightly.

Dongmin smiled back and nodded toward the back of the store. “You can go in first, I'm just finishing up here.” He said, his voice warm and welcoming.

You nodded, a small smile on your face. “Then I'll bring these inside.” You said, taking the carton of drinks in your hands.

Dongmin finished up sweeping and closed the front door for his break. When he went to the back, he found you seated with a laptop in front of you. Beside you are the drinks, the condensation making the cardboard slightly damp.

Dongmin sat down, setting up the cups on a coaster. You hummed, helping him arrange them neatly on the table. “The guests from just now, they asked us to look over the contract. Apparently it's a famous photographer who's trying to get into filmmaking. He wanted to work with me on this new project.”

Dongmin listened attentively, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed the information. He took a sip of his drink, nodding. “Huh, that's interesting,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “Are you gonna take it?”

You closed your laptop and contemplated, “Not sure yet. Depends on what my dad says, I guess.” You said with a slight shrug.

Dongmin just nodded, sipping his drink. He was quiet for a moment, clearly processing the information.

You turned to him, “Say, I've been thinking about this since that day at 'BoyLife',” you said, your tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.

Dongmin feigned a casual expression, “Yeah?”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, “Jaehyun had said something about you being in the band. What's up with that?”

Ah.

Dongmin looked slightly uncomfortable but sighed, well there's no point avoiding it now. “I used to play the bass for them.” He admitted, his voice taking on a slightly melancholic tone. He averted his gaze, looking down at his hands. “Originally it was me, Jaehyun-hyung, Sungho-hyung, and Donghyun. But I sold my bass guitar so I can't play for them anymore.”

You furrowed your brows, processing what he'd just said. “Why?” You asked, your voice gentle but curious.

Dongmin shrugged, his expression a mix of regret and resignation. “Grandma had been sick and I needed money for her medicine. Jaehyun-hyung wanted to help pay for it, but I refused, so I sold my bass guitar and asked for a paycheck advance from the boss.” His voice was quiet, carrying a weight of guilt despite the years that had passed.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, a nervous habit, his eyes downcast. “It's years ago but Jaehyun-hyung hasn't seemed to let it go.” He admitted, his voice taking on a slightly bitter tone. “He jokes about it sometimes, but I can tell it still bothers him. Like I abandoned them or something.”

You shifted in your seat, clearly considering his words. “But, technically you could still buy a bass guitar now and join them, right? I mean, Jaehyun seems willing to let you join, I'm sure.” You said, clearly not seeing the issue.

Dongmin chuckled softly, a humorless sound. “With that money, I'd rather just save up,” he said, his voice matter-of-fact but with an underlying weariness. “Just in case I need to use it in the future.” He took a sip of his drink, his gaze distant, as if already imagining some future emergency that would require every penny he could save.

Dongmin was ironing his clothes on the floor when a message came in. He turned the iron off and settled it on the side to check. His phone displayed a message from you.

“I have an activity planned out. But I need you to empty out a whole day. Are you in?”

He read it twice, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion and curiosity. A whole day? That was quite a request. He set down the iron carefully and typed back.

“Why? What are we doing?”

“Just let me know when you’re free. And it needs to be for the whole day.”

His grandmother, who was folding clothes next to him, commented with a knowing look. “Why are you smiling at your phone like that?” She asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt, clearly noticing the effect your message had on her grandson.

Dongmin cleared his throat, pocketing his phone as he gets back to his task, “It’s nothing.”

Dongmin walked over to you who was waiting by the bus stop, his steps hurried but eager. You stood up when you saw him approaching, waving the tickets you had bought in your hands. He took one of them, his brow furrowing in confusion as he examined the ticket.

“Where exactly are we going?” He asked, his voice echoing with curiosity and a touch of bewilderment. You merely shrugged, a mischievous grin on your face as you held onto the secret destination.

“You’ll see,” you replied cryptically, leaving Dongmin even more confused.

The ride there was spent with you and Dongmin engrossed in mobile games, sitting comfortably at the very back of the bus to not disturb other passengers. You both took turns selecting the arena and challenging each other, laughter and friendly banter filling the space around you.

As the scenery outside the window changed, Dongmin pointed out various landmarks and locations that held memories for him. “Look, there's the old rice field I used to walk through back in elementary school,” he said wistfully, his finger tapping against the glass pane. “It takes forever to get anywhere on foot, but it was a nice shortcut.”

He reminisced about those simpler days, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone as he lost himself in the memories. You listened intently, fascinated by these glimpses into his past life.

As the bus continued its journey, the constant motion and the soft melody emanating from the shared earphones between you two—began to take their toll on Dongmin. His eyelids grew heavy, and he slowly drifted closer to you until eventually, his head rested gently on your shoulder.

You let Dongmin rest, lowering the volume of the music to a gentle murmur. After two hours of travel, the bus finally announced your arrival at your destination. You gently patted Dongmin's head, rousing him from his peaceful slumber.

“Wake up, we’re here,”

He stirred groggily, his eyelids fluttering open as he struggled to regain consciousness. Rubbing his eyes, Dongmin sat up straight, blinking in the brighter light outside the bus window. As he glanced around, taking in unfamiliar surroundings, realization dawned on him that the journey had concluded. Yawning softly, he gathered his belongings and followed you off the bus, stepping out into the fresh air and stretching his limbs.

Dongmin followed closely behind you, his eyes scanning the store signs lining the streets of Daejeon. “Daejeon?” He murmured, a note of disbelief in his voice as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

You had already scanned your rental bike and hopped on, pedaling down the street with enthusiasm. Dongmin hurried to scan his own bike and chased after you, catching up easily due to your slower pace.

“Hey, where exactly are we going?” He asked, a mix of curiosity and apprehension coloring his tone. You glanced back at him, a playful grin on your face as you cycled onward.

“Don't worry! You'll like it!” You called back, leaving Dongmin to ponder your cryptic statement as he followed you down the road.

Despite his furrowed brows and sigh of mild exasperation, Dongmin couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement.

You suddenly stopped in front of a quaint, old apartment complex. Parking your bike, you marched up the narrow staircase, your steps confident and purposeful. Dongmin hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following, his curiosity piqued but still wary of the unknown.

At the top of the stairs, you brushed off any remaining lint from your clothes and straightened your posture, looking presentable. With a deep breath, you knocked firmly on the weathered wooden door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

“Um, hello! I'm from the 'Blue Whale' app,” you declared, your voice clear and strong. The door ringer chimed melodically as the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman with a warm, inviting smile.

“Oh my! You arrived earlier than I expected!” She exclaimed, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she beamed at you. “Come in, come in,” she ushered, stepping aside to allow you entry into her humble abode.

Dongmin hesitated for a moment, glancing around the spacious yet vintage interior of the lady's home. Despite its age, the apartment was surprisingly roomy and well-maintained. His eyes wandered over the walls adorned with framed photographs of musicians and concert halls, each image telling a story of a life dedicated to music.

As he took in the sights, Dongmin noticed the extensive collection of CDs and tapes strewn across shelves and stacked in neat piles throughout the living room. An avid collector herself, the lady had amassed an impressive library of musical gems spanning various genres and eras.

Still slightly uncertain, Dongmin slipped off his shoes and placed them by the door, following your lead as you entered further into the dwelling. The lady, her expression warm and hospitable, gestured for him to take a seat on the plush sofa.

“You must have had a long journey,” she said kindly, her voice motherly as she handed each of you a drink—a steaming mug of fragrant tea, judging by the aroma wafting up to meet your nostrils. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She encouraged, settling into a chair nearby.

Dongmin accepted the offered beverage with a grateful nod, silently glancing between you and the lady.

“Oh, right!”

He watched, stunned, as she hastily set her tea down and rushed off to another room, returning mere moments later with a familiar black bag clutched tightly in her hands.

She unzipped the bag, revealing the stunning orange bass guitar nestled within. Dongmin gasped softly, hardly daring to believe his eyes as she lifted it out and presented it to him.

“It's still in excellent condition, just like the one in the listing.” She said, her voice filled with a mixture of nostalgia and reverence. She handled the instrument with great care, as if it were a priceless treasure.

The lady handed the bass guitar to you, a warm smile gracing her features as she watched you pluck a few notes, testing the instrument's sound and resonance. Glancing at Dongmin, you flashed him an encouraging grin before extending the bass towards him.

“Here. Try it.”

Dongmin raised one eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and tentative excitement shining in his eyes as he reached out to accept the instrument. His calloused fingers wrapped around the neck, and he brought the strap over his shoulder, adjusting it instinctively. With practiced motions, he tuned the strings, his ears attuning to the pitch as he strummed a few chords.

Meanwhile, the lady rummaged through a stack of CDs piled haphazardly on a nearby shelf. She selected a disc and inserted it into a retro stereo system, pressing play. Soft melodies began to fill the room, the rich tones of the bass guitar complementing the instrumental tracks perfectly.

“My son, he's moving out,” the lady explained, a tinge of wistfulness in her voice. “Married to a girl from Seoul, so he's moving there with her. A bunch of his stuff is just lying around, gathering dust. He asked me to just give them away, since we’re selling this apartment.” She said, gesturing vaguely around the room. “Most of them are still in good condition but it’s hard to sell them and expensive to throw away.”

Dongmin strummed the strings with increasing confidence, a small smile spreading across his face as he lost himself in the familiar sensation.

You smiled in silent pride seeing Dongmin in his element. The lady watched in admiration, her eyes sparkling with delight at the impromptu performance unfolding before her.

“How wonderful!” She exclaimed, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “You're so talented, young man. You should definitely be in a band.” She praised, her voice ringing with genuine appreciation for Dongmin's abilities.

Dongmin looked up from the bass, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The lady insisted that you both stay a while longer, eager to host you for a meal after your long journey. The three of you shared laughter as she shared stories of her late husband and their son, who was also in a campus band during his college years.

The sun has fully set by the time you bid farewell and thanked the generous woman and made your way downstairs. Dongmin walking alongside you.

After a while of you ranting about how good of a meal that was, Dongmin shook his head slightly. Glancing at you with a mix of disbelief and wonder, “You really brought me all the way here for a free bass guitar?” He asked, his voice tinged with incredulousness as he squinted against the bright street light, its rays illuminating your figure.

You looked back at Dongmin, a playful grin on your face. “Aren't I a great friend?” You teased, shrugging nonchalantly. “Besides, it’s a good excuse to travel.”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the warmth that was steadily settling in his chest.

The two of you continued walking and laughing together as the street began to darken, the last vestiges of daylight fading into twilight. Your footsteps echoed in the quietening alleys, the city preparing to settle in for the night.

“You think we can even reach the station at this point?” You mused aloud, chuckling at something witty Dongmin had just said.

Suddenly, Dongmin halted beside you, causing you to pause mid-step. He shrugged casually, “We could always add another day and catch the first train back in the morning.” He proposed, his voice playful yet underlaid with a hint of seriousness.

You turned to face him fully, your smile softening into a more intent expression. “Yeah?” You asked, as you met his gaze.

Dongmin looked beyond you, his attention caught by a glowing motel sign that illuminated the narrowing alleyway. Calmly tilting his head towards the inviting sign, he countered.

“Do you want to?”

writer’s note: the rating will change to 18+ in next part iykyk

[reanbowful]

“Chanel bag? One of those are like what- 50?” | Han Dongmin

—summary: overhearing you and your friends talking about a particular chanel bag, dongmin made it his mission to buy one for you by the end of the month.

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor guy x rich girl, unapproved relationship, blue collar!taesan, reader is not spoiled, age are not specified but they are in their 20s, slight angst

writer’s note: based on a tiktok trend i saw, the trend is more like the girl asking the guy for a bag despite knowing her bf doesn’t have a lot of money and him choosing to take another part-time job JUST to buy her the bag. (update: spin off)

Dongmin wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the sweat has piled up after a gruelling 6 hour shift as a kitchen hand at this Japanese restaurant near campus.

“You clocking out?”

Turning his head, Dongmin sees his manager standing in the doorway. He nodded curtly, untying his apron. “Yeah, my girl has an event in like..” Dongmin pulled out his phone to check the time, “An hour.” He folded his uniform and placed it on the counter.

“One of her friend’s grand opening or something.”

Jaehyun hummed, crossing his arms. “Still with her, huh? How’s her gallery doing these days?”

Dongmin gave him a look, but shrugged. “Same old, I guess. Just busier. Anyways, I gotta get going.”

His manager nodded, “Tell her I said hi.” He said, before going back into the kitchen.

After changing into his spare clothes, Dongmin locked his locker and began to walk back home to get ready. In the bus, he unlocked his phone to text his girlfriend.

‘Just finished my shift. Heading to you rn.’

You and Dongmin have been dating for 3 years now, meeting each other in university, you came into his life like a flaming candle.

A reply came.

‘Alright. Be careful, baby.’

The edge of his lips curled slightly. The two of you met at a party, bumped into each other, hooked up, where he woke up the next day with a bad hangover on some random frat brother’s bed. Not the most spectacular meet cute. Except for the fact that Dongmin didn’t forget about it, about you. He remembered exactly for two weeks, before you walked into the cafe he worked part-time in—that he stumbled upon his greeting like he had just swallowed marbles. He had given you a complimentary muffin to make up for it.

Dongmin didn’t realise it then, that it was only the beginning. That he would do anything for you.

Punching in the code to your apartment door, Dongmin walked in. “I’m back.” He announced, placing his bag on the couch. “Babe?” Dongmin walked around the apartment to find you in the bathroom, doing your makeup. A smile instantly popped on his face, his arms slid around your waist.

You chuckled, “How was your shift?” You asked, focusing on applying your lashes.

“Mn. Not bad.” You could feel him mumbling against your shoulder, “You smell good.” Dongmin nuzzled against your skin. You closed the mascara tube, ruffling his hair as you turn around to face him.

“Tired?” You cupped his cheeks, studying his expression. He shook his head, “I can still go.” Dongmin's hands slid down to grip your hips, pulling you closer.

You chuckled, pinching his cheeks, “You’re adorable, you know that? Dongminie is so cute.”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to remove your hand. “I'm not a dog.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, silencing your teasing laughter. You both smiled against the kiss.

“No, you’re not. You’re a cat.” You said, when the two of you separated. You laughed when your boyfriend stared at you unimpressed before leaning back in for another kiss, making you chuckle even harder. Avoiding your head only for him to start kissing your neck and cheek.

“Wait, wait! We’re gonna be late.” You said, twisting your wrist to look at your watch. You hear a soft whine coming from your oversized cat boyfriend.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Dongmin met your friends before. Obviously he knows that your friend group and his are entirely different types of people. Different tax bracket as well not to forget that. It’s not that they are bad people either, but sometimes, how different you and him are—are just highlighted more when they are around.

Your friends spotted him and made their way over, air kisses and broad smiles all around. Jungchan, a tall man in an impeccable suit, clapped Dongmin on the shoulder. “Han Dongmin! What's up, man? We haven't seen you in a while!”

“Been busy.” Dongmin replied, giving a wry smile as he shrugged.

Jungchan nodded, pulling away to look at Dongmin with a curious tilt of his head. “At the cafe, right? I heard you've been working non-stop these days.” He took a sip of his drink, eyeing Dongmin over the rim of his glass.

Dongmin took a champagne flute from a passing waiter, “Yep. I think you heard that right.”

“Wait, didn’t you said you work at a restaurant?” Another one of your friends asked, Jihye.

Dongmin gave a tight lipped smile, taking a sip of the sparkling wine in his hand. “I do. But only on Monday and Friday.”

A round of ‘ooh’s erupted from the group, Dongmin gave an awkward chuckle, he could feel his face heating up. Choosing to fix his gaze to his drink as he doesn’t know how to react.

“How many jobs do you work? You must be so busy.” Jihye asked.

Dongmin scratched the back of his neck, “Ah.. Three currently.”

“Three?!” Jihye exclaimed, her eyes widened so far Dongmin’s worried it will pop out of her head.

Jungchan clapped, “Holy shit, man. You’re a machine.” He closed his mouth with one hand, chuckling in disbelief.

Dongmin raised his eyebrows, exhaling uncomfortably as he shrugged. “It's not that bad. I mean, it's tiring but still doable.” His gaze drifted towards you, watching you work the room with ease and grace, a natural born socialite.

His response pulled a laugh out of Jungchan, who slapped his arm. His eyes followed Dongmin's gaze, nodding towards you with a smirk. “Right. Gotta make do if you wanna provide for the princess, huh?” He chuckled, oblivious to the slight sting of his words.

Dongmin's jaw clenched slightly as he force a smile, the difference in their worlds and expectations hanging heavily in the air. He took another sip of champagne, the fabric of his shirt feels too cheap all of a sudden.

Dongmin leaned against the wall, nursing his champagne as he watched you work the room with grace. Your laughter echoed through the gallery. As he sipped his drink, Dongmin overheard snippets of your conversations.

“Did you see the Yeoju’s new Chanel bag? It's so pretty!” Minji gushed.

“She got a new Chanel bag?” You asked, raising your brow in amusement.

“She did! The Chanel 25. This one!” She showed you a picture on her phone, “I saw it in yesterday and the quality is really not bad.”

You pulled the phone closer to examine the picture, “Oh damn. That’s actually cute.” You chuckled, nodding in approval.

Minji hummed, admiring the picture. “I think I’m gonna get one for myself. You should too! It’s so pretty!” She said excitedly.

“It’s pretty, but I feel like I don’t need it though.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

Her friend pouted playfully, “But, you deserve to treat yourself! With your birthday coming up, you should get one too.”

Dongmin sighed, deciding to slip away. He can feel his energy being siphoned by each passing second he spend in the gallery. Opting to go outside and get some air. As he left, he could still hear your laughter in his ears as you continue your talk with Minji.

“Hey, you're glued to that phone, aren't you? Why aren't you eating?” Jaehyun asked, raising one of his brows.

Dongmin glanced up from his phone, pocketing it, “Hyung, you think you could add more shifts for me?"

Jaehyun scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you crazy? You're already working more hours than we usually allow college students to take.” He said, his tone stern and disapproving.

Dongmin remained silent, like he’s arranging words in his head to try and convince Jaehyun otherwise.

Jaehyun studied him intently, his eyes narrowing at his younger colleague. “Is this about your girlfriend?” Jaehyun asked, his tone softening with understanding.

Dongmin contemplates, “You know, those Chanel bags? One of those are about- How much are they? 5000? 6000?”

“Chanel bag?” Jaehyun scratches his head knowing the kid won’t listen, “Around there I think. Why? You’re not thinking about buying her one are you? Dongmin, you-“

“I want to get her one as a present for her birthday at the end of this month.” Dongmin's eyes narrowed as he did the math in his head, “If I take on another part-time job, I should be able to afford it.”

Jaehyun's eyes widened in disbelief, he shook his head. “Han Dongmin, are you crazy? You can't take on another part-time job on top of your already hectic schedule. That's too much for one person to handle.”

“I like her, hyung. What can I do?” He picked at his cuticles nervously, “I know I can do it. I just need a little more time.” The younger said, his jaw set with determination.

Jaehyun sighed heavily, knowing that Dongmin wouldn't back down. He scratched his head in frustration, his brows furrowed as he muttered under his breath. “Why are you so damn stubborn?“

“Alright, listen. I know you're dead set on finding another job, so at least let me help you find one that won't beat you into the ground,” Jaehyun said, his voice tinged with resignation.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before landing on the right name. “My friend just opened a restaurant downtown, and he's looking for a delivery guy. It's not glamorous, but it's a hell of a lot less physically demanding than slaving away in a kitchen or a construction site.”

“This is his number,” Jaehyun held out his phone to Dongmin, the contact info for his friend's store illuminating the screen. “At least if you're going to work yourself to death, do it in a place where you won't be carrying heavy boxes or standing on your feet for hours on end.”

Dongmin's face broke into an enthusiastic grin as he checks the phone, noting down the contact information, “Thanks, hyung. I really appreciate this.”

“Don't thank me, just promise me you'll be careful,” Jaehyun said, his voice tinged with concern. He shook his head as he walked back into the kitchen, tossing a towel over his shoulder with a frustrated sigh. “And don’t get sick!” He called out, his voice laced with warning.

You stirred from your sleep, the rustling of fabric jolting you awake. As your eyes fluttered open, you saw Dongmin already pulling on his shirt, his back to you as he buttoned it up. It was unusual for him to be getting ready to leave so early, especially after the sex you had shared just hours before.

“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you checked the time on your phone. The glowing numbers read 4:02 AM, far too early compared to Dongmin's usual departure.

He turned to face you, “I started a new job,” he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I probably won't be able to sleep over as often for a while. Sorry, I should have mentioned it sooner.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, “A new job? Dongmin what-“ But before you could ask, your boyfriend leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his lips lingering for a moment.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He whispered, before straightening up and grabbing his bag. You watched as he slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

“Han Dongmin, you idiot..”

Dongmin walked into the shop, spotting the owner, a young man about Jaehyun’s age with blonde hair wiping down the counter, who looked up as Dongmin approached. “Sorry, we're not open yet.” The man said, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Ah, I’m actually here about the delivery driver job.” Dongmin replied, extending his hand to shake the man's. “I'm Dongmin, by the way. I got the info from Jaehyun-hyung.”

The man's face lit up in recognition, and he shook Dongmin's hand firmly. “Ah, you must be the friend he mentioned. I'm Sungho, the owner.”

“Do you have experience with deliveries?” Sungho asked, setting the rag aside and leaning against the counter.

Dongmin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I do. I've been working as a delivery driver for a food delivery app for the past year.” He said.

Sungho hummed, “Well, I need someone to fill this position urgently.” He said, rubbing his hands together, “We’re on the food delivery app too, but some customers complain that it takes too long.”

Dongmin nodded, a determined look in his eye. “I can start today, as early as you need me to.” He said, his voice filled with eagerness to please.

The blonde’s eyes widened, “Seriously?” Sungho clapped him on the shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “Jaehyun is right about your enthusiasm. Let me show you to your locker, and we can go over the delivery routes and any other details you need to know.”

Dongmin was at a red light, on his way to the next pickup location when his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced down to see your name flashing on the screen. He hit the answer button, sticking the phone into his helmet.

“Hello?”

“Dongmin-ah. Are you coming over today? I just bought some groceries, we can cook together if you want.”

“Ah.. Probably not today, babe. I gotta work.” He said, voice slightly muffled over the sound of the engine and the traffic around him.

The light ahead turned yellow and he started his motorcycle again.

“You’re working today also?” Your voice is tinged with concern.

“Yeah, I'll go home after I'm finished here. Don't worry about me.” He said, trying to reassure you as he focused on the road ahead.

“Listen, babe, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay? Love you.” He said quickly, hanging up the call as he pocketed his phone. The light turned green, and Dongmin hit the gas.

You stared at your phone, your brows furrowed as you processed the abrupt end to his call with you. It had been six days since you last saw each other, and while you knew he was a dedicated worker, this level of work was something else entirely.

Dongmin rolled his motorcycle to a stop in the quiet courtyard of his neighborhood. It’s located slightly in the suburbs, mostly of the occupants being elderly people. He didn't mind the solitude, finding a certain peace in the silence that settled over the area each evening.

Dongmin dismounted his bike, stretching his muscles after the long day of driving. He made his way to his door, twisting the key, leading directly into his single-room rental. The space was modest, to say the least, but it was clean and comfortable enough for one person.

As he stepped inside, he flicked on the single light switch, its a little dusty from being unused. Since he refuse to let you inconvenience yourself should you stay over at his place, he’s the one who would usually sleep over. His room is simple, a futon mattress lay against one wall, topped with a simple quilt and a pile of blankets. Across from it, a small desk and chair sat beneath a shelf lined with textbooks and notebooks.

Dongmin set his bag down on the floor, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. He shrugged off his jacket, the cool night air immediately chilling his skin. Hanging the jacket on the hook behind the door, he rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache of the long day's ride fading slightly.

Turning to the small table that served as both his desk and dining area, Dongmin filled the electric pot with water and plugged it in.

As he waits for the water to come to a boil, Dongmin reached for his bag, rummaging through the contents until he found his bank book tucked away in a side pocket. He flipped it open, scanning the balance he had accumulated over the past few weeks.

“Just a little more.” He muttered to himself, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he tallied up the remaining amount he needed.

Dongmin groaned as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the heat patches already stuck to his skin, a testament to the physical toll his work was taking on his body. He reached for another heat patch, peeling off the backing and pressing it firmly against a particularly tense spot between his shoulder blades.

“Just a little more.”

You finally reached your limit with Dongmin's constant avoidance and secrecy about his new work schedule. His vague answers and the countless unanswered texts is enough for you to take matters into your own hands.

As you pulled up to the curb outside Dongmin's neighborhood, you scanned the quiet street lined with old, mostly vacant houses. You had only been to his place a handful of times before, usually just to drop off something he had forgotten or when you’re too drunk to go back to your apartment. Under normal circumstances, Dongmin wouldn’t usually let you stay over. He thinks it’s not comfortable enough for you since his space is very cramped.

You gripped the steering wheel tightly as you parked your car across the street from Dongmin's house, the engine clicking as it cooled. With slight rush, you grab the spare key he had given you years ago, that you had to dig out of your dresser with how rare you use it.

With a determined set to your jaw, you marched up to his door, the key poised in your hand. You knew he wouldn't be happy about your impromptu visit, but you couldn't stand by and let him work himself into the ground without knowing why.

You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the lock before you slid it open. Unaware that Dongmin is also behind the door, you stumbled slightly as Dongmin pulled the door open, nearly losing your balance.

Dongmin stood by the door, his eyes wide with surprise as he took in your unexpected presence. “What are you doing here?” He was dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and his hair disheveled from sleep. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of ramen and the faint aroma of his cologne. You stood there, unsure of what to reply.

Your eyes met Dongmin’s for a second, before it narrows at the telltale sign of a familiar designer paper bag peeking out from under his futon. He looked at you confusedly, only to sigh in resignation as he followed your line of sight.

“Ah, looks like you caught me.” He said with a sheepish grin, reaching behind him to grab the bag. He held it out to you, the crisp white paper crinkling in his hand. “It's supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you could consider it an early birthday gift.”

Dongmin shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. “I know I've been busy, and I'm sorry for not spending time with you. I just wanted to make sure I could give you something special for your birthday.”

You took the bag from Dongmin's hand, your fingers brushing against his as you grasped the smooth paper. You stared at it, absolutely speechless. The crisp white paper bag felt sharp in your hands. This is far beyond anything Dongmin could usually afford.

You looked up to find your boyfriend still nervously smiling, clueless to the silent anger bubbling inside you. “You like it?” He asked, voice filled with a tentative hope.

You gripped the bag tightly, crinkling the expensive paper. “You're telling me you took all those part-time jobs, all that overtime, just to buy me this?” You asked, your voice rising in pitch as you struggled to comprehend.

Dongmin blinked, taken aback by your reaction. “Well, yeah.” He frowned, “Do you not like it?”

You felt your knees go weak, a wave of dizziness washing over you. “Dongmin, why would you do that? You know I don't care about things like this. Why would you push yourself so hard, sacrifice your health, just to buy an expensive gift?”

Dongmin gazed at you calmly, “I want to be enough for you.”

You furrowed your brows, “You are enough for me.” You insisted.

Dongmin shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, his hand gently cupping your cheeks. “I know you say that, but I want to be the kind of man who can give you nice things too. I want you to show off the things I give you to your friends, to be proud to be seen with me.”

His other hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I want to be the boyfriend who can afford to buy you expensive things like that bag. I want to spoil you, to give you the world. More than just my love.”

Dongmin gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. He gazed into your eyes, his expression soft and determined. “Just wait a bit.” He said calmly, his voice low and steady. “This is only the beginning of how hard I'm willing to work for you, for us.”

He slid his hand down to the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your nape. “I’ll be the kind of man who can stand beside you with no one questioning our relationship.“

“I'll be a man who deserves you.” Dongmin whispered, before leaning in, capturing your lips with his. He poured all his love as if sealing a promise.

His hands slid into your hair, cradling your nape as he deepened the kiss. He nipped at your lower lip, coaxing you to open for him, his tongue delved inside, kissing his name into you.

“HEY!!”

The sudden, forceful pounding at the door startled you both apart, the passionate moment shattered by the angry demand from the other side. You jumped back at the furious voice of Dongmin's neighbor.

"Oi! Don't park in front of my house!" the old man shouted, his voice gruff and agitated. "You think just because you own a Porsche you can park anywhere?!”

You looked away, the beginning of a blush coloring your cheeks. Dongmin cleared his throat, yelling back through the door.

“Yes, we'll be right out!”

He stifled a chuckle as he heard the old man grumbling about manners and respect. “You parked your car outside? It says no parking.” Dongmin said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nodded awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Right.. I forgot about that.”

Dongmin chuckled, “Alright, let’s go fix this.”

But before he could even head out, you grab hold of his wrist. Dongmin paused, looking back at you with curious eyes. You bit your cheek, “You better promise me that you will quit your job and work manageable hours.” You shifted, “I’m not accepting another gift until you’ve earned back all the money you spend on that chanel bag to feed yourself.”

Dongmin couldn’t help the smile on his face. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“Oh? Still got the time to smooch, eh?”

The neighbor's angry voice rang out again, demanding that you both exit the house immediately. “How about you move your damn car first?!”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he called out, “Sorry, we're coming!”

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my ceiling is your floor | han dongmin pt.2

—summary: dongmin finally invited the you to his friend’s gig, realising maybe you weren’t that much different from him as he had thought

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor boy x rich girl, slice of life, taesan centric, reader is not spoiled, realistic ending

writer’s note: let’s pretend that’s the song jaehyun’s band performed, also i think this has turned to rean’s music recommendation at this point with the series lol

this is part 2 | read part 1 here | part 3

Dongmin stood outside the pink mansion, the warm glow of the street lights spilling out onto the road. It’s currently 7 PM, and he had been waiting for a few minutes now, his shoes scuffing against the asphalt as he drew idle circles in the dirt near the curb.

He checked his phone five times already, though it had only been about 5 minutes since he'd arrived. Dongmin adjusted the collar of his jacket, it had rained just this afternoon, leaving the air a bit chilly.

Not long after, the sound of the front gate opening could be heard, followed by the soft padding of footsteps on the stone path. You emerged from the pink mansion wearing a simple long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

When you saw Dongmin standing there, you smiled, waving at him. Behind you, a shorter girl trailed along, looking a bit uncertain but curious.

Dongmin greeted you with a small nod and a polite smile, his voice quiet and measured. “Hey,” he said simply, his tone friendly but not overly effusive. He gave a slight wave, his eyes briefly glancing at the girl following you. “Hi,” he added, offering a small wave in her direction as well. He glanced at you, raising a brow.

You threw an arm over your sister's shoulder. “This is my younger sister.” You said, turning to point at her, “She said she wanted to come along to see the show. Is that okay?”

You turned to your sister, pinching her cheeks. “Hey, aren’t you gonna ask him if it's okay?”

“I was gonna.” Your sister grumbled softly, a slight pout forming on her lips, but she did as you asked. “Can I come too, oppa?” She asked, her voice a bit uncertain.

Dongmin assured her that it was fine, a gentle smile on his face. “Yeah, it's no problem at all.” He said, gesturing for you and your sister to walk ahead. “Should we go?”

The three of you began walking down the street together, heading toward the restaurant. The evening air was cool and refreshing after the rain, the pavement still slightly damp under their shoes.

Dongmin walked with his hands in his pockets, glancing at your sister with a curious expression. “So, how did she come to join?” He asked quietly, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You hummed, “I think she's just curious,” you said, your voice carrying a note of amusement. “Before we moved, I used to go out pretty often with my friends to these kinds of shows. Since one of them’s in a band.”

Dongmin's eyes widened slightly, “You do?” He asked in genuine surprise.

You raised a brow at him, “What’s wrong?”

Dongmin shook his head, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he processed your words. “No, no,” he said quickly, his voice taking on a defensive but not offended tone. “I just didn't expect you to be into the underground music scene.”

Before long, you arrived at 'BoyLife', the venue's neon sign flickering above the entrance, casting a pink glow on the wet pavement. On stage, a band was playing some modern rock, the sound of electric guitars and drums bleeding out into the street. It’s pretty crowded considering that it’s a Friday night.

Dongmin led you through the crowd, weaving between groups of people with practiced ease. He greeted Sungho with a warm hug, the blonde man laughing heartily. “You made it, man!” Sungho said, his voice carrying over the music.

Dongmin smiled, “Yeah, it's been a while since I've seen Jaehyun. Where is he by the way?”

Sungho looked around, then nodded toward the back. “They're almost on. So probably you guys should head upstairs already.” He said, gesturing toward the stairs.

“Have fun, you guys!” Sungho called out when the three of you began to make your way towards the stairs.

Dongmin nodded, giving Sungho one last wave before leading you toward the back of the venue. “Thanks, hyung!” He called back, but Sungho was already heading back to tend to the other patrons.

The three of you made your way to the stairs at the back, the music making it thrum rhythmically. The second floor balcony was less crowded, offering a perfect view of the main stage. You positioned yourselves against the railing, looking down at the packed crowd below.

Dongmin leaned toward your ear, his voice barely audible over the music. "This next band are my friends!" He said, a note of excitement in his voice.

You grinned in excitement, fingers tapping against the railing in anticipation. Dongmin pulled out his phone, angling it to capture the stage. The lighting changed spotlighting the main guitarist. The opening guitar riff hit and the crowd below went absolutely wild.

Dongmin shouted in support of his friends, his voice hoarse from excitement. “Let’s go, Jaehyun!” He yelled, though you could barely hear him over the music and the crowd.

The vocalist began to sing, and Dongmin leaned in close to you again, his breath hot against your ear. “They wrote their own songs!” He said, his voice filled with genuine pride.

He was clearly proud of them, though he tried to play it cool. “They've been working really hard lately, practicing every day. I think this is their first real gig at a proper venue.”

You turn to him, shaking your head in awe. “This shit is crazy good!”

Beside you, your sister is actively videoing the band downstairs, her head bobbing to the beat, completely absorbed in the experience.

Dongmin glanced over at your sister, then back at you, a huge grin on his face before turning his attention back to the band downstairs, his body swaying slightly to the rhythm.

After the show, you all went downstairs to greet Dongmin's friends. Jaehyun, who had been drinking water was jumpscared when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Realising who it was, he immediately ran over to hug Dongmin, who laughed warmly.

“Han Dongmin! You finally showed yourself, you fucker!” Jaehyun said, his voice loud and energetic, clearly thrilled to see his friend.

Dongmin chuckled against the embrace, his arms coming up to pat Jaehyun's back. “Yeah, yeah, I made it.” He said, his voice muffled slightly. “Congratulations, hyung. You guys deserve it.”

Jaehyun released Dongmin from his hold and glanced behind, his eyes a curious glance as he took in the sight of you and your sister. Dongmin noticed and immediately stepped in with an introduction. “They just moved into the neighbourhood,” he said, gesturing between you and your sister. “This is Jaehyun-hyung. He was the one that put the band together.”

Jaehyun jokingly glared at Dongmin, “Yeah. The band you abandoned.” He said with a teasing smirk, though there was an edge to his voice that suggested he wasn't entirely joking.

Dongmin looked uncomfortable, his shoulders tensing slightly as he glanced at the floor. “Hyung..” He said warningly, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone.

Looking down, Jaehyun hid whatever he was really feeling, putting on a cheerful mask again as he addressed you and your sister. “So you two just moved here? How are you liking this boring place so far?”

Jaehyun ended up carrying most of the conversation after that, chatting animatedly about the band's future plans and upcoming gigs. You guys joked around and got to know each of the members, also finding out that one of the band members, Woonhak, is actually the same age as your younger sister.

When the owner told them that they were closing soon, you all said goodbye to each other. Everyone heading off in different directions. Dongmin hugged Jaehyun goodbye and waved to Sungho before leading you outside into the cool night air, the neon lights of the street reflecting off some of the puddles left on pavement.

Dongmin turned to you and your sister casually. “I'll walk with you guys.” He said, his voice gentle. “It’s not that far anyways.”

You were a bit surprised but nodded, “Oh, okay.” You said, shrugging.

As you walked, you sighed happily, stretching your arms above your head. “Man, that was fun.” You said, your voice carrying genuine appreciation.

Dongmin walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, a small smile on his face. The evening air was cool, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the wet pavement. “Yeah, I'm glad you came.” He said quietly, his voice sincere.

Behind you, your sister shuddered, clearly feeling the chill of the night air. Dongmin noticed immediately and took his jacket off, holding it out to her. “Here, wear this.” he said, his voice gentle.

She was wearing a crop top, and you pinched her waist, “See, I told you to wear something warmer.”

Your sister ran away from you, hiding behind Dongmin, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I told you, it doesn't suit my style!” She protested, though her voice was slightly defensive.

It turned into a game of chase with you going after your sister and her hiding behind Dongmin. You were still laughing when you reached the pink mansion, your breath coming out in small puffs in the cool night air. “Ah, we're here,” you said, not realizing how quickly you'd covered the distance in your playful pursuit of your sister.

You nudged your sister, who bowed politely, “Thanks for letting me join, oppa. It was a lot of fun.” She said, returning his jacket with a small smile on her face. She looked tired but happy, her earlier shyness completely gone, replaced by genuine contentment.

“Here.” You hand her the key and urge her to go into the house first. She sticks her tongue out at you playfully before entering the gate and heading inside.

You and Dongmin stand there in silence for a moment, staring at each other. Then both of you break the eye contact with a laugh, you shake your head slightly. “Thanks for letting my sister join. And.. Your friends killed it. They were so cool.” You said sincerely.

Dongmin stared at you and smiled, nodding. “Glad you enjoyed it.” He said, his voice sincere and warm.

You took a step back, heading toward the gate as Dongmin stepped forward slightly, as if reluctant to leave.

“By the way, you doing anything tomorrow?” You asked, hanging outside the gate.

He paused, his eyes flickering between you and the ground. “I'll be at the store, I guess. Why?” He asked, his tone curious.

You smiled playfully, “Maybe I'll pay a visit.” You closed the gate, your voice can be heard from over it. “Bye, Han Dongmin!”

Dongmin waved as you closed the gate, his hand lingering in the air for a moment before dropping to his side. He walked home, letting the cool night air brush against his blushing cheeks. Smile suppressed behind his palm.

Ah, he’s in trouble.

writer’s note: so I made this part shorter because i just feel like the first part was way too long, maybe you guys will enjoy reading short bits like this or maybe i’m wrong. please let me know what you think!! (it might end in 5 parts..)

[reanbowful]

my ceiling is your floor | han dongmin

—summary: a new family just moved into the big house down the street. a few days later, a girl dressed in the most expensive clothing walks in during dongmin’s shift.

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor boy x rich girl, taesan centric, childhood trauma, slice of life, slowburn, catholic family!reader

writer’s note: this is a spin off from my other 노란장판 taesan fic, it’s not necessarily connected to each other so you can read it as a stand alone. also this version covers a different version of taesan x reader so their backstory are completely different.

this is part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“You know, someone just moved into the big house down the street.”

Dongmin took a bite of his popsicle, the sweet soda flavour exploding in his mouth as he turned to face Haesu. The warm summer sun beat down on them, droplets of sweat run down his neck. “The pink mansion?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The girl nodded, slurping loudly on her own popsicle. “I saw a whole bunch of people there this morning, hauling boxes and furniture inside. They must be all done by now.”

Dongmin hummed noncommittally, taking another bite of his stick. The pink mansion had been vacant for as long as he could remember, its former owners having abandoned it years ago to avoid their debts and the loan sharks hot on their heels. Something about tax evasion or something.

Their neighbourhood is a modest place. Most of the houses were old and run-down, only elderly people and a handful of locals still stayed there.

“Yeah, good for them.” Dongmin remarked, squinting his eyes from the glare of the sun.

Haesu nodded, sucking thoughtfully on her own popsicle. “They must be loaded. no one just moves into a place like that unless they're loaded. Especially not in a dump like this neighborhood.” She waved her sticky, dripping popsicle stick around, gesturing to the surrounding area.

Dongmin glanced at Haesu who raised her brow at him. “Aren’t I right?”

The pink mansion was the most luxurious and spacious house in their neighborhood, a stark contrast to the rundown homes that surrounded it.

Dongmin shrugged, finishing his popsicle and tossing the stick aside. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Not many people can afford to live there. But if we consider the neighbourhood itself.. They probably got themselves a steal deal for what it’s worth.”

Haesu hummed, “I wonder who they are though. Maybe they're some rich CEO or a famous actor. Wouldn’t that be fun? We’ll have a celebrity in our neighbourhood!” Haesu said, chuckling while she checks her appearance through her phone camera.

Dongmin shrugged, not really caring about the new neighbours' background. “I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care. As long as they keep to themselves and don't cause trouble, I'm happy to have some new faces around here for once.”

Dongmin's gaze drifted lazily around the quiet street, taking in the familiar sights of the old houses and overgrown lawns that made up their neighborhood. His ears perked at the sound of laughter on the other side of the street, eyes landing on two unfamiliar figures.

He knew instantly that they were not from around here, and not just because he had never seen them before. The two girls were dressed in a way that stood out like a sore thumb in their modest neighborhood. They wore branded footwear, heeled, the kind that no one else around here could afford, let alone would think to wear on the cracked, uneven pavement.

Dongmin felt Haesu's elbow digging into his ribs, “That must be them. The new owners.” She said lowly, licking the last of her popsicle, before tossing the stick aside as she watched the girls disappear around the corner.

Dongmin just hummed noncommittally, his eyes lingering on the retreating figures for a moment longer before he tore his gaze away.

Dongmin stood, collecting his and Haesu’s popsicle sticks to throw. “Alright, break’s over. I gotta head back in.”

Haesu glanced at her phone, her eyes widening as she saw the time. “Shit, I'm late!” She hurriedly stuff her phone into her pocket and grab her bag, “Catch ya later, Dongmin. Don't work too hard now!”

Dongmin sat behind the counter of the record store, his notebook opened before him as he worked on his homework. It was late afternoon, and as usual during this time, the store was empty of customers. He had always loved working at the record store, not just for the discount on vinyl and CDs, but for the perk of being able to listen to any music he wanted while he worked. The owner was a laid-back guy who appreciated good music, and he trusted Dongmin's taste enough to let him curate the in-store playlist.

At the sound of footsteps entering the store, Dongmin looked up from his notebook, his pencil pausing mid-sentence. He looked up to see the girl from a few days ago. Today, however, she was dressed more casually, in just a simple polo shirt and well-worn jeans.

“Welcome to Record Haven,” Dongmin said, standing up from his stool behind the counter. He went through the standard greeting, not really expecting you to take him up on the offer for help. “If you need any assistance, just let me know.”

He watched as you browsed the shelves, your fingers trailing over the spines of albums and vinyl records. You hummed before coming over to the counter.

Dongmin tucked away his notebook to the side, “Can I help you?”

You approached him with a polite smile, “Yes, hi. I was wondering if you guys sell stylus cartridges as well?”

Dongmin blinked, “Yeah, we do.” He replied, “What kind of stylus are you looking for?”

He waited for your reply as you pursed your lips in thought. “I'm not entirely sure.” You admitted, “My dad has a huge collection of old lp records. Oh- Yeah, we just moved down the street. But, it seems like the stylus cartridge got lost during the move.”

Dongmin nodded, his mind already racing through the various stylus cartridges they had in stock. “Do you know roughly from which year those albums are from? The cartridge needed can vary depending on the age of the turntable.”

You tucked a stray bang behind your ear, “Mostly Bowie from the 70s.” She smiled, staring at Dongmin in anticipation.

Dongmin whistled lowly, impressed. “Wow, those are some real classic records you've got there.” He said, a note of admiration in his voice. He leaned forward against the counter, considering the information.

“If it’s from the 70s, it’s most probably shellac.” Dongmin explained, crossing his arms. “And since 70s records were typically pressed at 78 RPM, you'll need a needle that's designed for that speed.”

“We do have a few of those in stock.” He paused, glancing up at you as a thought occurred to him. “But, if you're not sure, you can always bring them tomorrow. I can take a look and match it up with the right one for you.”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, a soft smile began to spread across her face. Dongmin forced himself not to smile back.

“Really?”

Dongmin nodded politely, “Yeah. Feel free to come by anytime. We're open every weekday from 9 to 7.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Or if you're not able to make it in, you can always just text me.” Dongmin tore off the piece of paper and handed it to you, “Here’s my number in case you need it. I'm usually here most days anyway, so I can try to help you out over the phone or set something aside for you if you need.”

You took the offered paper, waving it in the air. “Thank you, I really appreciate your help.” You said softly, your voice filled with a hint of shy appreciation. “So, I guess I’ll see you around?”

Dongmin waved you off as you begin to walk out of the store, a polite and warm smile on his face. “You're welcome, feel free to come by anytime.”

In all honesty, Dongmin was not really expecting you to take him up on the offer to text him directly. But when he went back home that night a notification for a friend request showed up on his phone.

*accept request* *rename friend*

‘Pink Mansion Neighbour’

Dongmin winced, feeling his ears start to ring from Haesu's constant chatter. He had been trying to focus on the inventory sheet before him for the past hour and a half, but the sound of the girl's voice was making it nearly impossible to concentrate. He knew her shift at the convenience store had been canceled for the day, and now she seemed intent on making up for the lost time by talking his ear off.

“Han Dongmin, are you even listening to me?” Haesu asked, a note of frustration in her voice when he failed to respond to her latest tangent.

Dongmin just shrugged, not bothering to look up from his paperwork as he mumbled a noncommittal “Mhm.” He had long since learned to tune out Haesu's constant babbling, finding it easier to just let her ramble on until she exhausted herself.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Haesu continued, undeterred by Dongmin's lack of enthusiasm. “I was talking to Mina at school today, and guess what she told me? She said she saw a rolls royce pulling out of the pink mansion! A rolls royce!!” Her voice rose with excitement at the revelation.

Dongmin's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise at Haesu's revelation. His jaw gape a bit, “Wah, that’s crazy.”

Haesu nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yep, that's what Mina told me. She said the guy living there is some big shot actor from back in the day. He was in, uh, ‘Our Tomorrow’ or something like that. Apparently, he retired and moved here with his second wife and daughters.”

Dongmin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he considered this new information. “So, her dad is an actor..” He muttered.

Haesu tilts her head towards him, “Hm?” She asked, drizzling ketchup over her corn dog, “What did you say?”

Dongmin straightened, going back to his task. “Ah, nothing. The girl we saw the other day, she was here yesterday.”

Haesu paused mid-bite, her jaw dropping open as she stared at Dongmin in disbelief. “What?!" She exclaimed, nearly choking on her snack. “Han Dongmin. What do you mean that girl was here yesterday?!” She pointed her corn dog at him, splattering some of the sauce on the counter.

“You-“ Dongmin sighed, “What are you a kid?” He straightened up, grabbing a rag to wipe away the spill.

The chirpy girl ignored her friend’s words, leaning her whole upper body to get the gossip out of the taller boy. “No, no- Let’s run it back a bit. What was that about her coming here?”

He continued to wipe down the counter, trying to act nonchalant even as Haesu stared at him in excitement. “Well, she just came in yesterday, looking for a stylus cartridge for her dad's old vinyl collection.”

Haesu leaned in closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. “And?” She prodded, waiting for more details.

Dongmin raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her sudden interest. “What?” He asked, feeling uncomfortable as Haesu began to crowd him with questions.

“I mean like,” Haesu scratched the back of her head, her ponytail swishing behind her. “After that, then what happened? Did you sell her something? What did you guys talk about? Did she mention anything else about her famous dad or their fancy new house?”

Dongmin took a step back, uncomfortable with Haesu's intense interrogation. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Well, nothing much. She seemed unsure about what she needed, so I just gave her my number in case she has any other questions.” He explained with a shrug.

Haesu blinked, then let out a loud, incredulous laugh. “Wah, you've grown up, Han Dongmin!” She teased, slamming her fist on the table uncontrollably. “That was smooth, I gotta give you that!”

Dongmin frowned, caught off guard by Haesu's outburst. “What?” He asked, genuinely confused by her sudden change in demeanor.

Haesu sighed dramatically, laying her head down on the glass counter and tracing idle circles with her finger. “Ah.. Must be nice,” she murmured, a touch of envy in her voice. “But, Han Dongmin, you're one of the good-looking guys around here. So, you should like totally go for her, since she's like, the prettiest girl in our neighbourhood.”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, he casually tossed the rag at her, "Stop talking nonsense," he said, his tone dismissive. "And I thought you came here to do your homework?”

Dongmin trudged home, the strap of his bag digging into his shoulder as he walked. The sun has set, street lights illuminating the quiet streets of their neighborhood. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of the pink mansion in the distance, the baby pink walls surrounding the estate like a pastel fortress.

Reaching his house, Dongmin announced his arrival with a call of "I'm home!" He hung his backpack on the hook by the door, storing his shoes away.

His grandmother emerged from the kitchen, “You’re back? I made dinner, it’s heating up right now. Go take a shower.”

Dongmin smiled, holding out a small plastic bag, “Haesu's mom made some rice cakes and gave us some to try.”

His grandmother cooed appreciatively, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the homemade rice cakes. “Ah, that sweet girl..” She murmured, shaking her head. “You must really thank her, Dongmin-ah. That girl's family practically fed you through your childhood. Without her, I doubt you’d even be as big and strong as you are now. You better thank her properly!" She wagged a finger at Dongmin.

Dongmin chuckled softly, a fond smile playing on his lips as he listened to his grandmother's words. “I know. You've told me a million times already.” He said, nodding in agreement. “Don’t worry, I repay her by letting her bother me everyday.”

He leaned against the wall, watching as his grandmother carefully unwrapped the rice cakes and examined them with a critical eye. Muttering about adding them into the soup.

It was true, Dongmin had to admit. Ever since his mother ran away and left him with his grandmother, Haesu's family had taken him under their wing. They had made sure he was well-fed and had everything he needed growing up. Dongmin knew that without their generosity, his life might have turned out very differently.

His grandmother turned to look at him, “What are you still doing standing there? Aren’t you gonna take a shower? You’ll catch a cold showering too late!” She said, slapping his shoulder.

Dongmin rubbed his shoulder, feigning a yelp at his grandmother's playful swat. “Okay, okay! I'm going!” He said with an exaggerated sigh, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

Dongmin let the warm water cascade over his head and shoulders, his fingers running through his hair as he rinsed the suds away. In the silence, his mind drifted to thoughts of the girl from the pink mansion. She still hasn’t contacted him.

Well, surely it was natural to be curious about new things, especially something as significant as a famous family moving into their quiet, unassuming neighbourhood. After all, it wasn't every day that a big shot actor would come to live just a blocks away from his house.

Dongmin shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair as he turned to face the spray directly. This is why he hates the silence.

Dongmin stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, his hair still damp from his shower. He walked into the living room, seeing his grandmother already seated on the floor in front of their small television.

She had set up their table, complete with steaming bowls of rice, side dishes, and a large platter of the rice cakes Haesu's mother had given them. “What’s this?” He asked, squinting slightly to make out what the movie is about. The quality was grainy, probably an older movie then.

His grandmother didn’t turn to look at him, “It’s an old movie. It used to be so popular back then.”

Dongmin nodded, settling down beside his grandmother. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and started to serve himself some rice and side dishes, feeling hungry after his shower. “You know, recently, I heard that a big-time actor just moved into the neighbourhood.” He mentioned casually, taking a bite of the food.

His grandmother's eyes widened, and she nearly dropped her chopsticks. “Here? Who?” She exclaimed, leaning forward with interest.

Dongmin shrugged, shaking his head. “I don't know his name, but apparently Haesu said he was in ‘Our Tomorrow’.”

His grandmother gasped, pointing a trembling finger at the screen. “This is ‘Our Tomorrow’!” She exclaimed, “The lead actor in this, he's the one who moved into the neighbourhood?”

Dongmin blinked in surprise, was that girl's dad really that popular? He nodded, reaching for a piece of pajeon on the table. “Yeah, his daughter actually came into the record store the other day. Said she was looking for a stylus cartridge for her dad's old vinyl collection.” He explained, biting into the pancake.

His grandmother gasped, nearly dropping her chopsticks in surprise. “Han Dongmin!” She exclaimed, a note of disappointment in her voice. “You should’ve asked for his autograph! That's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

Dongmin glanced at the movie still playing, he had to admit, the guy was objectively very good looking, even by today's standards.

‘She inherited his good looks alright.’

“Well, she did give me her number, so I could just ask her to get her dad to sign something for us.” He said, shrugging nonchalantly.

His grandmother's eyes widened, a hopeful look on her face. “Really? But, maybe you should ask her first if it’s okay. We don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.” She cringed, not wanting to put a bad impression.

“Don’t worry,” Dongmin said, reaching for his phone. “I think she might be coming tomorrow, let me ask her.”

Dongmin glanced at his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen as he debated how to approach the delicate request. He didn't want to seem too forward.

“Hi, sorry for texting you so late at night. I just wanted to let you know that some new stuff will arrive at the store tomorrow, if you want to take a look.”

A few moments later, he received a reply that made him chuckle softly.

“Shit, I'm so sorry about not informing you earlier. I couldn't come by the store today because my parents wanted me to be home for the house blessing ceremony ㅠㅠ.”

Dongmin was about to text back when another message came in.

“I can come by tomorrow, maybe in the afternoon. Is that okay?”

Dongmin smiled to himself as he read the girl's message, “Yes, that works for me. I'll be at the store until 7.” He replied.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then ^^”

Dongmin closed his phone, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He finds himself wishing for tomorrow to come a little faster.

“This one is one of the newer models.” Sungho explained, smiling against the counter while Foo Fighters play in the background. “The diamond tip makes it last longer, up to 800 playing hours.”

Dongmin nodded in agreement, closing his eyes to fully focus on the rich, clear sound emanating from the turntable. “That's crazy smooth.” He shook his head in disbelief, a note of appreciation in his voice.

Sungho grinned, “The old man ordered 5 units, just to test it out first.” He tapped the glass counter, pointing at the five boxes beside them. “Oh, and he also ordered some Nirvana and Oasis to restock.” Sungho said, handing Dongmin the box full of brand new albums.

Dongmin examined the new products, his fingers tracing over the album covers and grinning when he found what he’s looking for. “I've been waiting for this one.” He said, holding up a copy of Oasis' ‘Definitely Maybe’ and placing it on the turntable.

As the opening riff of ‘Live Forever’ filled the store, both Sungho and Dongmin paused, their conversations momentarily silenced by the iconic guitar melody. They stood in awe, listening intently to the rich, warm sound emanating from the speakers.

“Bless my ears.” Sungho said, shaking his head to the rhythm. Dongmin nodded in agreement, his lips moving slightly as he mouthed the lyrics.

A few moments later, Sungho snapped his fingers, a thought occurring to him. “Hey, are you free this weekend? Like, Friday night?” he asked, tapping the counter with his knuckles. “There's a live show playing at 'Boylife'. Jaehyun and his kids are performing.”

Dongmin raised an eyebrow, a note of surprise in his voice. “Oh yeah? Didn't know they had a gig.” He replied, a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Guess they're starting to make a name for themselves, huh? Good for them.”

Sungho nodded, a proud smile on his face as he spoke of his friends. “Yeah, they've been working really hard. I hear they've been out there busking, playing on the streets just to gain more experience and exposure.” He said, packing up his stuff, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder.

“I could probably get you access to the second floor, if you want. Just shoot me a text and let me know how many people you're bringing,” Sungho glanced at his watch, a note of urgency in his voice as he gathered his belongings. “I gotta run, though. I have this lecture in 20.” He said, twirling his motorcycle key.

“Catch you later, Dongmin. Think about it, yeah?” With that, he headed for the door, swinging his helmet as he left.

As Sungho left the store, Dongmin heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up from where he had been organizing some of the new inventory, his lips quirking up slightly as he saw you enter.

“Hey, welcome back.” He greeted warmly, a smile on his face. You approached the counter, holding a Bowie album in your hands. “Sorry for coming in so late, my sister asked me to drive her to meet her friends.”

Dongmin chuckled, “It’s no problem.” He took the album from you, carefully examining it before nodding. “This it?” He asked as he flipped it over to check the details.

You nodded, “All of them are basically like these.” You confirmed as Dongmin took the vinyl out of the cover.

Dongmin's eyes lit up with genuine excitement as he confirmed the album's condition and material. “Yeah, this is definitely shellac.” He said, checking over the smooth surface of the record.

He reached under the counter and pulled out several stylus cartridges, setting them before you on a clean cloth. “Alright, so let me explain the differences between these.” He began, his voice taking on a more instructional tone as he lined up the various cartridges.

You listened carefully, eyes glancing to each brands as Dongmin explained the differences. His passion for music is showing through, and you can’t help but appreciate him for that.

“I guess I’ll take the diamond tip then.”

Dongmin nodded, a friendly smile on his face as he finished ringing up your purchase. “Solid choice.” He said, placing the cartridge inside a paper bag.

Just as you finished paying and were about to leave, a loud crack of thunder echoed through the store, followed by the sound of rain starting to pour heavily outside. The sound of droplets hitting the windows created a rhythmic patter that filled the quiet space.

“Aw man. I didn't bring any umbrella.” You sighed, looking out at the downpour outside.

Dongmin felt a bit bad, opening the side counter door. “You can stay here for a while if you want.” He offered, gesturing towards the back of the store. “There's a seating area inside with a table so you can be more comfortable waiting until the rain stops. At least until it dies down a bit, anyway.”

You looked up at him in surprise, “Would that be okay? I don’t want to disturb your work though.”

Dongmin waved off your concern with a casual hand gesture, a warm smile on his face. “Oh, it's totally fine. I was gonna take my break soon anyway.” He said, his tone relaxed and friendly. “Sometimes some of my friends also hang out here when they come over. It's not a problem at all.”

He moved towards the back of the store, closing the windows to keep the rain from getting in. Dongmin led you to a small seating area tucked away in the corner of the store. There was a low table with a few cushions scattered around it, and a small bookshelf with various music magazines and vinyl care guides stacked neatly on top.

Your eyes widened in awe, “Wow.. This is cozy.”

“Make yourself comfortable. There's some snacks in the drawer if you get hungry.” He added, pointing to a small cabinet. “I'm gonna head upstairs to grab a bite to eat. The rain doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon, so you might as well wait it out here.”

You and Dongmin sat across each other in comfortable silence, both of you have chosen a comic book in your hands. You stare at him before curiously asking. “Say, how did you start working here?”

Dongmin looked up from where he had been quietly flipping through a comic book, a look of surprise on his face as he met your gaze. “Oh, I've just been coming here since I was younger.” He said, putting down the comic. “I remember they used to play some foreign rock bands here. And me, I was curious, you know? The owner was a retiree, and he'd often let me hang around, introducing me to different bands and genres. Showing me how to use the turntable.”

His fingers absently tracing the edge of the magazine. “I used to hang around here listening to him explain about each bands after school everyday. Eventually, I started helping him out around the shop part-time. Just small tasks, organizing inventory, cleaning, that sort of thing.”

Dongmin paused, a fond look in his eyes as he recalled those memories. “I like it here. It's quiet, and I can listen to any music I want. Plus, the other part-timer, Sungho-hyung's been really good to me.”

He shrugged, a content expression on his face. “It's become like a second home, you know?”

Listening to him talk, you can’t help but smile. Dongmin seems very passionate and it’s obvious that he truly cherish this little space.

“You must really love music.” You said, shifting your weight onto your elbow.

Dongmin chuckled softly, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I really do.” He paused, looking down at his hands as he spoke, “It was even my dream once to be a musician.”

Dongmin shrugged, a self-deprecating smile on his face. “Obviously, life took a different turn, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving music.”

“Why?”

Dongmin looked up from where he had been gazing out the rain-streaked window, his eyes meeting yours, “Hm?”

You elaborated, "Why can't you be a musician now?"

Dongmin turned back to the window, his reflection ghostly in the glass as rain continued to pour outside. He was quiet for a moment, “Well...” he started, his voice taking on a more contemplative tone. “It's too risky, you know? Art isn't exactly a stable job. You never know if you'll make it, if you'll be able to support yourself.”

He paused, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as a realization dawned on him. “But, I guess it depends on luck.” He chuckled awkwardly, “Can’t really depend on mine.”

You chuckled, not looking offended at all to Dongmin’s relief. “It’s a beautiful dream. If you have the chance in the future you should definitely go for it. I, myself, am trying to expand my knowledge in the music world too. It seems like a lot of fun.” You shrugged, smiling as you take a sip of the tea in front of you.

Dongmin contemplated for a moment, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the table as he thought. “You know, there's this restaurant that some of my friends are gonna play at later this week,” he said, his voice taking on a more animated tone. “If you want, you can come with me.”

The rain had started to let up slightly, though it was still coming down steadily outside. You blinked, “Wait, seriously?” A smile began to spread on your face.

Dongmin nodded, “I can come and pick you up,” he offered, his voice taking on a more practical tone. “Since you're new here, the road might be confusing. You said you live down the street, right?”

Your eyes widened, “Yeah.. The one with the pink gate.”

Dongmin nods, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “Then.. I'll pick you up Friday. I’ll text you..” He said, his voice taking on a slightly more confident tone now that you'd agreed. “Sounds like a plan?”

You grinned, “Sounds like a plan.”

writer’s note: well, that’s definitely a bit slow… but, i think that’s what makes it realistic? next part will be their first date!! i’m so excited lol. also i gotta admit, i’m writing it to be more from taesan’s pov because i just find it fun when the reader could see what the characters are thinking, keeping it broad and mysterious for the reader so it feels more personalised(?)

[reanbowful]

“Chanel bag? One of those are like what- 50?” | Han Dongmin

—summary: overhearing you and your friends talking about a particular chanel bag, dongmin made it his mission to buy one for you by the end of the month.

—pairing: han dongmin x reader

—content: poor guy x rich girl, unapproved relationship, blue collar!taesan, reader is not spoiled, age are not specified but they are in their 20s, slight angst

writer’s note: based on a tiktok trend i saw, the trend is more like the girl asking the guy for a bag despite knowing her bf doesn’t have a lot of money and him choosing to take another part-time job JUST to buy her the bag. (update: spin off)

Dongmin wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the sweat has piled up after a gruelling 6 hour shift as a kitchen hand at this Japanese restaurant near campus.

“You clocking out?”

Turning his head, Dongmin sees his manager standing in the doorway. He nodded curtly, untying his apron. “Yeah, my girl has an event in like..” Dongmin pulled out his phone to check the time, “An hour.” He folded his uniform and placed it on the counter.

“One of her friend’s grand opening or something.”

Jaehyun hummed, crossing his arms. “Still with her, huh? How’s her gallery doing these days?”

Dongmin gave him a look, but shrugged. “Same old, I guess. Just busier. Anyways, I gotta get going.”

His manager nodded, “Tell her I said hi.” He said, before going back into the kitchen.

After changing into his spare clothes, Dongmin locked his locker and began to walk back home to get ready. In the bus, he unlocked his phone to text his girlfriend.

‘Just finished my shift. Heading to you rn.’

You and Dongmin have been dating for 3 years now, meeting each other in university, you came into his life like a flaming candle.

A reply came.

‘Alright. Be careful, baby.’

The edge of his lips curled slightly. The two of you met at a party, bumped into each other, hooked up, where he woke up the next day with a bad hangover on some random frat brother’s bed. Not the most spectacular meet cute. Except for the fact that Dongmin didn’t forget about it, about you. He remembered exactly for two weeks, before you walked into the cafe he worked part-time in—that he stumbled upon his greeting like he had just swallowed marbles. He had given you a complimentary muffin to make up for it.

Dongmin didn’t realise it then, that it was only the beginning. That he would do anything for you.

Punching in the code to your apartment door, Dongmin walked in. “I’m back.” He announced, placing his bag on the couch. “Babe?” Dongmin walked around the apartment to find you in the bathroom, doing your makeup. A smile instantly popped on his face, his arms slid around your waist.

You chuckled, “How was your shift?” You asked, focusing on applying your lashes.

“Mn. Not bad.” You could feel him mumbling against your shoulder, “You smell good.” Dongmin nuzzled against your skin. You closed the mascara tube, ruffling his hair as you turn around to face him.

“Tired?” You cupped his cheeks, studying his expression. He shook his head, “I can still go.” Dongmin's hands slid down to grip your hips, pulling you closer.

You chuckled, pinching his cheeks, “You’re adorable, you know that? Dongminie is so cute.”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrist to remove your hand. “I'm not a dog.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, silencing your teasing laughter. You both smiled against the kiss.

“No, you’re not. You’re a cat.” You said, when the two of you separated. You laughed when your boyfriend stared at you unimpressed before leaning back in for another kiss, making you chuckle even harder. Avoiding your head only for him to start kissing your neck and cheek.

“Wait, wait! We’re gonna be late.” You said, twisting your wrist to look at your watch. You hear a soft whine coming from your oversized cat boyfriend.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Dongmin met your friends before. Obviously he knows that your friend group and his are entirely different types of people. Different tax bracket as well not to forget that. It’s not that they are bad people either, but sometimes, how different you and him are—are just highlighted more when they are around.

Your friends spotted him and made their way over, air kisses and broad smiles all around. Jungchan, a tall man in an impeccable suit, clapped Dongmin on the shoulder. “Han Dongmin! What's up, man? We haven't seen you in a while!”

“Been busy.” Dongmin replied, giving a wry smile as he shrugged.

Jungchan nodded, pulling away to look at Dongmin with a curious tilt of his head. “At the cafe, right? I heard you've been working non-stop these days.” He took a sip of his drink, eyeing Dongmin over the rim of his glass.

Dongmin took a champagne flute from a passing waiter, “Yep. I think you heard that right.”

“Wait, didn’t you said you work at a restaurant?” Another one of your friends asked, Jihye.

Dongmin gave a tight lipped smile, taking a sip of the sparkling wine in his hand. “I do. But only on Monday and Friday.”

A round of ‘ooh’s erupted from the group, Dongmin gave an awkward chuckle, he could feel his face heating up. Choosing to fix his gaze to his drink as he doesn’t know how to react.

“How many jobs do you work? You must be so busy.” Jihye asked.

Dongmin scratched the back of his neck, “Ah.. Three currently.”

“Three?!” Jihye exclaimed, her eyes widened so far Dongmin’s worried it will pop out of her head.

Jungchan clapped, “Holy shit, man. You’re a machine.” He closed his mouth with one hand, chuckling in disbelief.

Dongmin raised his eyebrows, exhaling uncomfortably as he shrugged. “It's not that bad. I mean, it's tiring but still doable.” His gaze drifted towards you, watching you work the room with ease and grace, a natural born socialite.

His response pulled a laugh out of Jungchan, who slapped his arm. His eyes followed Dongmin's gaze, nodding towards you with a smirk. “Right. Gotta make do if you wanna provide for the princess, huh?” He chuckled, oblivious to the slight sting of his words.

Dongmin's jaw clenched slightly as he force a smile, the difference in their worlds and expectations hanging heavily in the air. He took another sip of champagne, the fabric of his shirt feels too cheap all of a sudden.

Dongmin leaned against the wall, nursing his champagne as he watched you work the room with grace. Your laughter echoed through the gallery. As he sipped his drink, Dongmin overheard snippets of your conversations.

“Did you see the Yeoju’s new Chanel bag? It's so pretty!” Minji gushed.

“She got a new Chanel bag?” You asked, raising your brow in amusement.

“She did! The Chanel 25. This one!” She showed you a picture on her phone, “I saw it in yesterday and the quality is really not bad.”

You pulled the phone closer to examine the picture, “Oh damn. That’s actually cute.” You chuckled, nodding in approval.

Minji hummed, admiring the picture. “I think I’m gonna get one for myself. You should too! It’s so pretty!” She said excitedly.

“It’s pretty, but I feel like I don’t need it though.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

Her friend pouted playfully, “But, you deserve to treat yourself! With your birthday coming up, you should get one too.”

Dongmin sighed, deciding to slip away. He can feel his energy being siphoned by each passing second he spend in the gallery. Opting to go outside and get some air. As he left, he could still hear your laughter in his ears as you continue your talk with Minji.

“Hey, you're glued to that phone, aren't you? Why aren't you eating?” Jaehyun asked, raising one of his brows.

Dongmin glanced up from his phone, pocketing it, “Hyung, you think you could add more shifts for me?"

Jaehyun scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you crazy? You're already working more hours than we usually allow college students to take.” He said, his tone stern and disapproving.

Dongmin remained silent, like he’s arranging words in his head to try and convince Jaehyun otherwise.

Jaehyun studied him intently, his eyes narrowing at his younger colleague. “Is this about your girlfriend?” Jaehyun asked, his tone softening with understanding.

Dongmin contemplates, “You know, those Chanel bags? One of those are about- How much are they? 5000? 6000?”

“Chanel bag?” Jaehyun scratches his head knowing the kid won’t listen, “Around there I think. Why? You’re not thinking about buying her one are you? Dongmin, you-“

“I want to get her one as a present for her birthday at the end of this month.” Dongmin's eyes narrowed as he did the math in his head, “If I take on another part-time job, I should be able to afford it.”

Jaehyun's eyes widened in disbelief, he shook his head. “Han Dongmin, are you crazy? You can't take on another part-time job on top of your already hectic schedule. That's too much for one person to handle.”

“I like her, hyung. What can I do?” He picked at his cuticles nervously, “I know I can do it. I just need a little more time.” The younger said, his jaw set with determination.

Jaehyun sighed heavily, knowing that Dongmin wouldn't back down. He scratched his head in frustration, his brows furrowed as he muttered under his breath. “Why are you so damn stubborn?“

“Alright, listen. I know you're dead set on finding another job, so at least let me help you find one that won't beat you into the ground,” Jaehyun said, his voice tinged with resignation.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before landing on the right name. “My friend just opened a restaurant downtown, and he's looking for a delivery guy. It's not glamorous, but it's a hell of a lot less physically demanding than slaving away in a kitchen or a construction site.”

“This is his number,” Jaehyun held out his phone to Dongmin, the contact info for his friend's store illuminating the screen. “At least if you're going to work yourself to death, do it in a place where you won't be carrying heavy boxes or standing on your feet for hours on end.”

Dongmin's face broke into an enthusiastic grin as he checks the phone, noting down the contact information, “Thanks, hyung. I really appreciate this.”

“Don't thank me, just promise me you'll be careful,” Jaehyun said, his voice tinged with concern. He shook his head as he walked back into the kitchen, tossing a towel over his shoulder with a frustrated sigh. “And don’t get sick!” He called out, his voice laced with warning.

You stirred from your sleep, the rustling of fabric jolting you awake. As your eyes fluttered open, you saw Dongmin already pulling on his shirt, his back to you as he buttoned it up. It was unusual for him to be getting ready to leave so early, especially after the sex you had shared just hours before.

“Where are you going?” You asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you checked the time on your phone. The glowing numbers read 4:02 AM, far too early compared to Dongmin's usual departure.

He turned to face you, “I started a new job,” he said, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I probably won't be able to sleep over as often for a while. Sorry, I should have mentioned it sooner.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, “A new job? Dongmin what-“ But before you could ask, your boyfriend leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his lips lingering for a moment.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise.” He whispered, before straightening up and grabbing his bag. You watched as he slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

“Han Dongmin, you idiot..”

Dongmin walked into the shop, spotting the owner, a young man about Jaehyun’s age with blonde hair wiping down the counter, who looked up as Dongmin approached. “Sorry, we're not open yet.” The man said, wiping his hands on a rag.

“Ah, I’m actually here about the delivery driver job.” Dongmin replied, extending his hand to shake the man's. “I'm Dongmin, by the way. I got the info from Jaehyun-hyung.”

The man's face lit up in recognition, and he shook Dongmin's hand firmly. “Ah, you must be the friend he mentioned. I'm Sungho, the owner.”

“Do you have experience with deliveries?” Sungho asked, setting the rag aside and leaning against the counter.

Dongmin nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I do. I've been working as a delivery driver for a food delivery app for the past year.” He said.

Sungho hummed, “Well, I need someone to fill this position urgently.” He said, rubbing his hands together, “We’re on the food delivery app too, but some customers complain that it takes too long.”

Dongmin nodded, a determined look in his eye. “I can start today, as early as you need me to.” He said, his voice filled with eagerness to please.

The blonde’s eyes widened, “Seriously?” Sungho clapped him on the shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. “Jaehyun is right about your enthusiasm. Let me show you to your locker, and we can go over the delivery routes and any other details you need to know.”

Dongmin was at a red light, on his way to the next pickup location when his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced down to see your name flashing on the screen. He hit the answer button, sticking the phone into his helmet.

“Hello?”

“Dongmin-ah. Are you coming over today? I just bought some groceries, we can cook together if you want.”

“Ah.. Probably not today, babe. I gotta work.” He said, voice slightly muffled over the sound of the engine and the traffic around him.

The light ahead turned yellow and he started his motorcycle again.

“You’re working today also?” Your voice is tinged with concern.

“Yeah, I'll go home after I'm finished here. Don't worry about me.” He said, trying to reassure you as he focused on the road ahead.

“Listen, babe, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay? Love you.” He said quickly, hanging up the call as he pocketed his phone. The light turned green, and Dongmin hit the gas.

You stared at your phone, your brows furrowed as you processed the abrupt end to his call with you. It had been six days since you last saw each other, and while you knew he was a dedicated worker, this level of work was something else entirely.

Dongmin rolled his motorcycle to a stop in the quiet courtyard of his neighborhood. It’s located slightly in the suburbs, mostly of the occupants being elderly people. He didn't mind the solitude, finding a certain peace in the silence that settled over the area each evening.

Dongmin dismounted his bike, stretching his muscles after the long day of driving. He made his way to his door, twisting the key, leading directly into his single-room rental. The space was modest, to say the least, but it was clean and comfortable enough for one person.

As he stepped inside, he flicked on the single light switch, its a little dusty from being unused. Since he refuse to let you inconvenience yourself should you stay over at his place, he’s the one who would usually sleep over. His room is simple, a futon mattress lay against one wall, topped with a simple quilt and a pile of blankets. Across from it, a small desk and chair sat beneath a shelf lined with textbooks and notebooks.

Dongmin set his bag down on the floor, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. He shrugged off his jacket, the cool night air immediately chilling his skin. Hanging the jacket on the hook behind the door, he rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache of the long day's ride fading slightly.

Turning to the small table that served as both his desk and dining area, Dongmin filled the electric pot with water and plugged it in.

As he waits for the water to come to a boil, Dongmin reached for his bag, rummaging through the contents until he found his bank book tucked away in a side pocket. He flipped it open, scanning the balance he had accumulated over the past few weeks.

“Just a little more.” He muttered to himself, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he tallied up the remaining amount he needed.

Dongmin groaned as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the heat patches already stuck to his skin, a testament to the physical toll his work was taking on his body. He reached for another heat patch, peeling off the backing and pressing it firmly against a particularly tense spot between his shoulder blades.

“Just a little more.”

You finally reached your limit with Dongmin's constant avoidance and secrecy about his new work schedule. His vague answers and the countless unanswered texts is enough for you to take matters into your own hands.

As you pulled up to the curb outside Dongmin's neighborhood, you scanned the quiet street lined with old, mostly vacant houses. You had only been to his place a handful of times before, usually just to drop off something he had forgotten or when you’re too drunk to go back to your apartment. Under normal circumstances, Dongmin wouldn’t usually let you stay over. He thinks it’s not comfortable enough for you since his space is very cramped.

You gripped the steering wheel tightly as you parked your car across the street from Dongmin's house, the engine clicking as it cooled. With slight rush, you grab the spare key he had given you years ago, that you had to dig out of your dresser with how rare you use it.

With a determined set to your jaw, you marched up to his door, the key poised in your hand. You knew he wouldn't be happy about your impromptu visit, but you couldn't stand by and let him work himself into the ground without knowing why.

You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the lock before you slid it open. Unaware that Dongmin is also behind the door, you stumbled slightly as Dongmin pulled the door open, nearly losing your balance.

Dongmin stood by the door, his eyes wide with surprise as he took in your unexpected presence. “What are you doing here?” He was dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and his hair disheveled from sleep. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of ramen and the faint aroma of his cologne. You stood there, unsure of what to reply.

Your eyes met Dongmin’s for a second, before it narrows at the telltale sign of a familiar designer paper bag peeking out from under his futon. He looked at you confusedly, only to sigh in resignation as he followed your line of sight.

“Ah, looks like you caught me.” He said with a sheepish grin, reaching behind him to grab the bag. He held it out to you, the crisp white paper crinkling in his hand. “It's supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you could consider it an early birthday gift.”

Dongmin shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your gaze. “I know I've been busy, and I'm sorry for not spending time with you. I just wanted to make sure I could give you something special for your birthday.”

You took the bag from Dongmin's hand, your fingers brushing against his as you grasped the smooth paper. You stared at it, absolutely speechless. The crisp white paper bag felt sharp in your hands. This is far beyond anything Dongmin could usually afford.

You looked up to find your boyfriend still nervously smiling, clueless to the silent anger bubbling inside you. “You like it?” He asked, voice filled with a tentative hope.

You gripped the bag tightly, crinkling the expensive paper. “You're telling me you took all those part-time jobs, all that overtime, just to buy me this?” You asked, your voice rising in pitch as you struggled to comprehend.

Dongmin blinked, taken aback by your reaction. “Well, yeah.” He frowned, “Do you not like it?”

You felt your knees go weak, a wave of dizziness washing over you. “Dongmin, why would you do that? You know I don't care about things like this. Why would you push yourself so hard, sacrifice your health, just to buy an expensive gift?”

Dongmin gazed at you calmly, “I want to be enough for you.”

You furrowed your brows, “You are enough for me.” You insisted.

Dongmin shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, his hand gently cupping your cheeks. “I know you say that, but I want to be the kind of man who can give you nice things too. I want you to show off the things I give you to your friends, to be proud to be seen with me.”

His other hand slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I want to be the boyfriend who can afford to buy you expensive things like that bag. I want to spoil you, to give you the world. More than just my love.”

Dongmin gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. He gazed into your eyes, his expression soft and determined. “Just wait a bit.” He said calmly, his voice low and steady. “This is only the beginning of how hard I'm willing to work for you, for us.”

He slid his hand down to the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your nape. “I’ll be the kind of man who can stand beside you with no one questioning our relationship.“

“I'll be a man who deserves you.” Dongmin whispered, before leaning in, capturing your lips with his. He poured all his love as if sealing a promise.

His hands slid into your hair, cradling your nape as he deepened the kiss. He nipped at your lower lip, coaxing you to open for him, his tongue delved inside, kissing his name into you.

“HEY!!”

The sudden, forceful pounding at the door startled you both apart, the passionate moment shattered by the angry demand from the other side. You jumped back at the furious voice of Dongmin's neighbor.

"Oi! Don't park in front of my house!" the old man shouted, his voice gruff and agitated. "You think just because you own a Porsche you can park anywhere?!”

You looked away, the beginning of a blush coloring your cheeks. Dongmin cleared his throat, yelling back through the door.

“Yes, we'll be right out!”

He stifled a chuckle as he heard the old man grumbling about manners and respect. “You parked your car outside? It says no parking.” Dongmin said, raising an eyebrow at you.

You nodded awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Right.. I forgot about that.”

Dongmin chuckled, “Alright, let’s go fix this.”

But before he could even head out, you grab hold of his wrist. Dongmin paused, looking back at you with curious eyes. You bit your cheek, “You better promise me that you will quit your job and work manageable hours.” You shifted, “I’m not accepting another gift until you’ve earned back all the money you spend on that chanel bag to feed yourself.”

Dongmin couldn’t help the smile on his face. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“Oh? Still got the time to smooch, eh?”

The neighbor's angry voice rang out again, demanding that you both exit the house immediately. “How about you move your damn car first?!”

Dongmin rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he called out, “Sorry, we're coming!”

[brotherwtf]

Can we have an au where one of them is a military pilot and the other is a commercial pilot? Like they meet up for some reason, I think this would be fun to explore!

-loveee ur writings btw

YESSS OMG THE CONCEPT ITS SO GOOD

in my head Gale is still the military pilot, by the book, loves order and routine, a Major in the air force, highly distinguished and respected

John is a commercial pilot and he's one of those pilots that walks through the airport with his copilot (probably Curt or smth) with the cockiest grin on his face, sunglasses on inside and he waves at all of the girls, stupid fucking smirk on his face at all times

Gale has to fly commercially at some point to go back home, hauling around his military backpack with wings pinned under his name and John is the pilot, walks up to the gate with all of his confidence and swagger and sees the most beautiful man sitting quietly, reading a book with his pack by his feet, and John immediately wants to get to know him more

"rate my flying today, huh? I'm Bucky Egan, your pilot," John says, extending a hand out for Gale to shake

Gale shakes it politely, nodding his head shortly before returning to his book

"hey, I don't have to board for a little while, mind if I join you here?" John says, cocky grin already forming

Gale smirks and moves his backpack so John has room

"looks like I don't have much of a choice" Gale says and John smiles when he sits down next to him

John does most of the talking, blabbing Gales ear off about becoming a pilot, asks how long Gale has been in the military and how long he's been flying with varying degrees of answers, but learns a lot about him and damn he's kind of falling in love a little bit

but the time comes for John to board and start getting ready for the flight and Gale smiles sweetly as he gets up, and John wants to make a move before he doesn't get the chance again

"this is my last flight, staying in Casper for a little bit, wouldn't mind spending some more time with you, maybe compare our flying skills" John says, and he loves the flush that spreads across Gale's cheeks as he nods

and maybe over the intercom he has that stupid pilots voice as he says "And I would like everyone to join in on thanking Major Cleven for his service, and wish me luck on our first date" and Gale wants to melt into the chair from embarrassment

maybe Gale takes John on a very illegal and very impromptu flight in one of the fighters he flies, oh well, John is still very turned on by him and his flying lolol

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My contribution to the clegan fandom 🤞

Genre: Sci-fi

Rated: Excplicit

Tags: Prostitution, Futuristic, Sci-fi, Robots

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62692738/chapters/160492768

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Leaving for uni be like: “Go hug your brother. Later mommy will pay you.”

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Damian Wayne x OC (High School AU)

Transfer student Damian meets the student council from Hell. She’s fine tho. She regens. (easter egg on the second page wall magazine + chalkboard says neira x raven 🫰)

This might not look like much. But it took me way longer than I estimated it would. And yes, before you ask, the background behind those npc is the one from ibispaint. I’m too tired to draw their background.

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when drawing the extra npc took more time than the actual characters<<

[sandersstudies]

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

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Modern writing advice: Yes your protagonist should have flaws but ultimately we should root for them and like them from the beginning :)

Charles Dickens: Here is the worst ugliest rudest meanest nastiest bitch you’ve ever met in your life.

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Modern writing advice: Make sure your POV character goes through a significant arc! Make sure they are changed by the narrative! Make sure they learn a lesson!

Narrators of every book of the 19th century: the lesson I learned is these people fucking suck, sayonara you freaks

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Modern writing advice: It’s all about the character overcoming obstacles and learning! They learn their lesson so they can fix their mistakes and make good choices in the future! It’s a character arc! It’s called growth! Readers love it!

Everyone from ancient times through the 19th century: would you like to watch a Guy fuck up twenty times in a row

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[dduane]

Somewhere or other, C. S. Lewis points out (and I'm paraphrasing here) that every era of writing has its own tropes and its own blind spots; its own failings and its own successes. This is why it's important to read in lots of different eras: so you can see what does and doesn't work, in the long run, and be able to make your own informed choices about how to write.

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Dirgahayu HUT RI 78!!

Happy Independence Day to my country! Celebrating my country and my culture🔛🔝 Wow I barely finished this. It’s my first time ever colouring anything digital, even then I just started learning how to draw like a few weeks ago (I feel like it’s not.. too bad for a beginner?). My dumbass couldn’t figure out what canvas size to use that’s why Damian and Neira’s clothes and stuff look blurry af (rip). BUTT I did manage to salvage the girls (Rae and Neir my pretty babies)! Alright I guess that is all hehe.

(also I used @inverted-typo ‘s usual layout for their doodles I hope you don’t mind🫰)

ALSOO I really want to highlight Padang culture’s head covering, deta and tingkuluak tanduak. As you can see, they both kind of resembles horns right? That’s because ‘tanduak’ means horns! Padang is also called ‘Minangkabau’ and ‘kabau’ means buffalo. That’s why if you go to Padang, the houses and restaurants will all have that curved horn-like roofs! For women, tingkuluak are often massive (bigger than what I drew) these are supposed to represent women carrying the weight of their household on their head. (I just want to share this because it’s very cool and interesting to me!)

I intended to draw Sundanese culture as well, but then I remember siger sunda🥲 (I’m sorry my Sundanese friends ur crown is too difficult to draw)

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hands please colour faster.

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart, and if you get five back, you must be pretty awesome. 💌

aww this is adorable!! let’s be friends!