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I was literally in Kwangya/SM when the news dropped and had a full on breakdown

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Fave track from reputation?

didn’t listen to it much but king of my heart!

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omg im prev anon 🎆 that sent the xmas johnny ask! I WENT FOR A DATE TODAY!!!!! after reading that johnny fic. MAN. the date was mid. sorry i keep forgetting to sign off

anw wanted to say ive been here since 2020 and theres not a day that passes where i domt think of ur fics

OMG HIIIII MY LIL LOYAL 🎆!!!

not the date being mid 😩😩😩 but hey at least you put yourself out there!!

thank you for always coming back here whenever i post something new 🥹 makes me miss writing and interacting a lot. and thanks for just loving my fics in general, it means a lot to me!!! LOVE UUUUUUUUUUU AND I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!

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nooooo your johnny xmas fic is so cute it may also have ruined dating for me LOL

listen…every characterization of johnny i have ruined dating for me, so we may be in the same boat here LMAOOOOOO

but im so happy you decided to stop by to let me know what you think after reading!!! 🥹🥹🥹 it’s been so long since I’ve gotten an anon 🥹

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THE LITTLE THINGS | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. When your Christmas Eve doesn’t go as planned due to a shitty, inattentive date, you’re left crying over yet another failed relationship. Johnny finds you on his way out and goes out of his way, determined to lift your spirits. But as sweet as he is, and no matter how well he treats you, he is just your roommate and best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Maybe this is where your problem in your love life stems from. When they don’t meet your expectations because they are not—and will never be Johnny Suh—you are left disappointed in others and in yourself. Because he remembers all the little things, and that makes you fall in love endlessly.

PAIRING. roommate/best friend!Johnny x fem!reader

GENRE. Holiday!au, Christmas!au, roommate!au, friends-to-lovers!au, slight angst, fluff

WORD COUNT. 6.5k

WARNINGS. y/n has allergies, talk about allergic reactions, alcohol consumption, food consumption; nicknames: (her) angel, pretty girl

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. Crossposted on AO3 by sehunnypot.

Christmas Eve didn’t go exactly as planned. It’s seven o’clock, and instead of being on a date with the guy you’ve been seeing the past few months, you’re slamming the door to your shared apartment shut. The mirror by the door shakes against the wall but doesn’t fall. Frustrated tears stream down your cheeks, and a couple of tiny sobs slip through the cracks of your lips. 

The thing about being home after a disappointing night is that you’re given the safe space to cry. Thinking your place is empty, you lean against the wall and slowly sink to the ground. If it were earlier in the day, you’d complain about your new plaid skirt getting dirty, but it didn’t matter anymore.

You slip your arms out of your new red sweater and leave it hanging loosely around your neck. Through your tears, you do your best to take your boots off and let out another noise of frustration when your zipper gets caught in your tights. Completely overwhelmed by your emotions, you don’t even hear the heavy footsteps that scuffle their way to the front of your apartment.

You realize you’re not alone when you feel your roommate’s comforting hand on your shoulder. Johnny’s soft voice calls your name. His hand cups your chin gently, angling your face to look up at him. 

“What are you doing here, angel?” Johnny crouches down to your level, his thumb rubbing against your stained cheeks. His knuckle comes up to catch a tear. 

“I thought you had your family party,” you sniffle. You take in his appearance—he’s certainly dressed for a holiday party, his upper half covered by a white turtleneck that hugs his broad chest and dark slacks that have been freshly ironed.

“I lost track of time while getting ready. I was just about to head out when you came in,” Johnny says while plopping down onto the floor. 

You pull away from him, “I don’t want to make you late.”

He shakes his head, his neatly styled hair moving along with him. “They won’t miss me that much.” 

“Of course they will, you’re the life of the party, John,” you chuckle, “you host all the games.”

“Yeah, because my cousins can’t get it together,” Johnny rolls his eyes jokingly, “we can’t leave it up to Mark.”

“No, we really can’t,” you whisper. 

The conversation fades to black, and he just sits with you. Never mind that his nicely pressed slacks are wrinkling from his current position. His eyes search for anything that will tell him what put you in this condition. You avoid his gaze at all costs because once the floodgates open, there’s no holding back. You’ve burdened your roommate a lot this past year with rants, ranging from work-related things to your sad excuse of a love life—you don’t want to bother him with this, especially on Christmas Eve.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on, you know that, right?” Johnny gets into a more comfortable position, his palms pressing against the cold hardwood floor. He lifts his brow, which does a little thing to your heart. You curse it for reacting this way, always skipping for Johnny when you did your best to push those feelings aside. 

As sweet as he is, and no matter how well he treats you, he is just your roommate and best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Maybe this is where your problem in your love life stems from. You hold such high expectations for men, simply because you live with the best of the best. When they don’t meet your expectations because they are not—and will never be Johnny Suh—you are left disappointed in others and in yourself. 

You sigh, knowing that Johnny will stay true to his word. “It’s over.”

Johnny’s brows crinkle in the middle, and he cocks his head to the side. “I thought things between you two were going well, though?”

You can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, “He didn’t remember anything I told him.” The more you think about it, the more distressed you become. “He–he really didn’t remember anything!” Your laugh turns into a pathetic cry.

Though the abrupt switch of emotions catches Johnny off guard, he doesn’t outwardly show it. He allows you to take your time to voice out your frustrations, never rushing you despite having somewhere to be. His brown eyes are filled with concern, but he doesn’t touch you; he just leaves you be.

“We decided to spend Christmas Eve together because we both have respective family things tomorrow, right? And since we’re still new, it didn’t feel right to attend a family party together. So he asked for a list of potential things to do, and I gave some to him.” You pause to laugh again, “I gave him a lot of ideas, actually. There was so much to choose from—ice skating, Christmas market, the Charles Dickens Faire, seeing the lights at the town square, all the cliche Christmas-y things you could imagine.”

You look up and shoot Johnny a defeated smile, “He did none of them.”

The frown Johnny wears deepens the more you talk. Having been your roommate and friend for three years now, he knows how much you enjoy the little things that the holidays bring. You love the atmosphere of outside Christmas markets–how lively and joyous everything feels despite the crowded chaos happening all around you. The sound of skates scraping against freshly smoothed ice. The smell of pine that overfloods your senses when you walk through a Christmas Tree farm. 

“He took me to a fancy restaurant downtown,” you start to explain. At first, it doesn’t sound too bad. “I felt unprepared, underdressed, and embarrassed. And of course, then we ran into his boss at the bar while waiting, so he basically ignored me the whole time they were setting up our table.”

“Then,” another laugh escapes you, “he takes the initiative and orders for me.”

A beat of silence passes. Johnny hangs onto your every word. “He ordered something I was allergic to. Something I’ve reiterated more than once since we started seeing each other.”

Knowing how severe your allergic reactions are, having helped you recover from one, Johnny understands the severity of that statement.  You watch as Johnny lets out a rough huff and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. His arms cross over his broad chest, long fingers digging deeply into tight sleeves. It crumples under his strong grip, but he pays no attention. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, the skin turning redder by the second. 

You’re sure that Johnny’s getting flashbacks to your last reaction—how he had to frantically dig through your bag to find your epipen before stabbing you in the thigh. His gaze hardens, and he lifts his chin, gesturing for you to continue. 

“That was the final straw,” you start.

“As it should be,” your roommate spits out with venom.

“I walked out shortly after, called a rideshare, waited ten minutes outside the restaurant while crying in front of the valet, and came straight home,” you look him in the eyes and defeatedly shrug, “and now I’m here.”

“Angel,” Johnny calls you with the softest tone. He takes your hand and rubs his thumb against your knuckles. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you because of the party,” you argue. Your red eyes follow the soft strokes of this thumb, soaking in how soothing it feels despite the pain in your heart. 

In one swift motion, you find yourself in Johnny’s warm embrace. His arms pull you forward, and you fall into his chest. He keeps you there in his arms as he rests his chin on your shoulder. When you melt into his hold, circling your arms around his neck, he whispers, “You’re never a bother.” It’s so faint that you almost miss it. 

You hold him a little tighter. “You’re just saying things to make me feel better.”

Johnny pulls away but holds your gaze. “You’re never a bother to me. Got it?” 

He says it with such resolution that you can’t help but believe it. You nod wordlessly, and he squeezes your waist in response. “Good.”

Your friend places a gentle kiss on your forehead, which comforts you but also makes your heart skip a beat, before standing up to his full height. He gives you a hand and slowly leads you down your short hallway. “Let’s go get you freshened up.”

“I’m not going anywhere, John.”

“And I’m not leaving you alone when you’re like this.”

You plant your sock-clad feet on the ground. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pushes past your resistance by lifting you with ease and carries you bridal-style to your room. “You’re going to the party with me.”

“I’ll be fine,” you say in a fit of petty annoyance, slapping his large chest. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Johnny retaliates, “I know you hate being alone during the holidays.”

You look up at him with wonder. You never explicitly mentioned that fact; you just filled your time wisely with fun activities with friends. You didn’t think he would pick up on it. It didn’t matter if it was a simple game night or a whole night out, hopping from one Christmas-themed bar to another. Often, when you invite him to a holiday movie marathon, he’d join you without a second thought. 

“Plus, we don’t want to waste this pretty outfit of yours. You were so excited to wear it today.” Johnny gently sets you down in front of your bedroom door. “Is thirty minutes enough for you to get ready?”

You put up one last fight. “But you’re already late…”

“It’s alright, your presence will make up for it. My family loves you.” He sends a fond smile your way. A little shove to your shoulder gets you moving and doesn’t give you time to argue. “I’ll be waiting for you in the living room, angel.”

With no other choice, you do what your friend says. Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you quickly assess the damage done to your face. With your makeup being unsalvageable, you wash it and start anew with a fresh canvas. Rushing through your usual routine, you dab foundation and concealer onto your skin. You wing your eyeliner, follow it up with a couple of mascara swipes, and then add blush to your cheeks. You finish off your look with your most flattering lipstick. 

Taking one last glance, it’s not the best look you’ve pulled off, but given the time crunch, it will do. With one spritz of setting spray and another of your signature perfume, you make your way out of your room. Johnny is exactly where he said he’d be, now with a cable knit sweater sitting on the couch with his phone in hand. As soon as he hears your footsteps, he looks up from his screen, and he flashes you the most gorgeous smile. “There’s my pretty girl.”

Johnny compliments you regularly, which you always refute, but tonight, you take it in stride. Being the honest person he is, the man has a hard time lying. You smile brightly at his words, your mood already brightening when he leads you through a little twirl.  

Beside him rest two overcoats, his black one and the khaki one you saved for special occasions. The knee-high boots you wore earlier rest by his feet. He slips his coat on with ease, looking like a dream as he does so. As you sit down to slip on your boots, he waits patiently at your side with your coat draped against his forearm. 

“I got your coat out of the closet, thought it would look good with your outfit,” he mentions as you grab it from his arm. “This is the one you always wear with your nice fits, right?”

You freeze for a moment, taking in what he says. Seeing you rendered speechless at his question, he helps you into your coat. “I’m going to get the car started. Can you grab the container on the counter before you lock up?”

You nod as he grabs his keys out of the bowl, “What did you make?”

“Pull apart garlic bread! It’s nothing special, but it’ll do,” he calls out while opening the door.

You curse. “It’s going to be gone the moment we set it down,” you whine, “I love your garlic bread.”

“That’s why I have a whole container set aside for you. I made extra for you to eat after your date, but I guess we’ll just eat it when we get back from the party,” Johnny laughs, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t forget to lock the door!”

Johnny quickly runs out the door of your apartment and down the flight of stairs. You can hear his grumbles about the cold slowly fading the further he gets. Aware that he is now more than an hour late to his family party, you should get moving. You stand in your empty apartment, shell-shocked at how much he did for you in the short time you’ve been home.

Of course, you’re a bit in love with Johnny Suh. If he treated anyone else with the amount of care, you’re sure they’d be too. 

When Johnny pulls up to his parents’ place, you’re still wondering whether or not you should be there. It’s not his birthday party or a random summer barbecue. It’s a time one spends time with your loved ones. Snow starts to fall as you step out of his car, and your friend rushes you inside with his hand resting on the small of your back.

His mother, not at all shocked to see you there like you thought she’d be, pulls you into a welcoming hug. The embrace is unexpected; you barely have time to move the bread away from getting squished. Johnny chuckles lightly as this all goes down and grabs the bread you’re so worried about. “Mom, please let her breathe.”

“Sorry, sorry,” his mom answers as she fusses over you. She lovingly brushes snow out of your hair as she lets you go. Her eyes wander from the top of your head to the bottom, taking in your outfit. “Gosh, always so pretty.” 

“Thank you, Auntie,” you flush, immediately taking off your coat. Johnny grabs that too, placing it on the overfilled coat hanger by the door. “Sorry, I didn’t come with presents this year.”

Mrs. Suh links arms with you as she leads you further into the house, her kindness overflowing with every passing second. With her never-ending hospitality on full display, it’s clear who Johnny takes after. “Oh, don’t worry about that at all. You know, I was so sad when John said you weren’t coming at first, but then he called to say you changed your mind. I’m so happy to see you, dear!”

“Happy to be here,” you reply shyly. She ushers you into the kitchen, pushing past the large crowd of family friends and relatives, where all the food is laid out in a buffet style on the counter. 

Johnny beat you to the kitchen, his coat off, and his smile wide as he catches up with his favorite cousin. Mark multitasks, engaging in a conversation while holding a shaker in his hand. The younger may not be the best cook, but he is a decent bartender at family parties. He’s an even better one without the kids and elderly around; however, now’s not the time to go too crazy.

Mark’s face lights up as you walk into the room. “Hey, there’s my favorite plus one! I was wondering if you were going to make an appearance.”

“What’s up, Marky?” you giggle. 

Instead of a hug, he hands you a glass he just finished preparing. “A drink for the lady.”

You take a sip and are surprised to taste your favorite cocktail. The familiar flavor slides down your throat, the warmness of the alcohol combating the cold weather outside. “How’d you know?”

Mark steals a glance at Johnny, who silently shakes his head. You don’t notice the short interaction, too busy enjoying the way the alcohol warms you up from the blaring cold. Mark brushes it off and chuckles, “Lucky guess.”

“Well, I’m going to need you to make me like three more of these throughout the night,” you joke.

Mark immediately retaliates with his wit, “I happily accept tips. I take cash or any sort of money transfer.”

“Shut up,” you lightly shove the boy. 

He reacts dramatically, clutching his arm and calling his cousin for help. “Yo, dude, your girl is hitting me.”

Heat rises in your neck and to your cheeks when you realize what Mark called you. The name isn’t completely out of pocket—after all, it’s not the first time someone from Johnny’s family assumed you were his. You are his, but not in that way—his best friend, his roommate. And although you’ve dated around, being Johnny’s completely and adding another notch to your belt wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

It’ll actually be the greatest thing, but knowing that he only takes care of you because you’re a friend,  you’re not brave enough to take that step. 

Johnny finds his place right beside you, one arm handing you a stacked plate of food while the other circles around your waist. “So? You probably deserved that.”

Mark huffs, “Rude.”

You take the plate Johnny offers you. “What’s this?”

Your roommate describes all the dishes he set aside for you. He points to a pile of stir-fried chicken. “This had some veggies you don’t like in it, and I did my best to scrape them off.” Johnny nonchalantly says as he takes a casual bite of his own food, “If there’s still some left, just leave it there, I’ll eat it later.”

“Oh,” you say, again surprised at how well he knows you, “thank you.”

He scrunches his nose, “It’s nothing.”

Johnny says it’s nothing, but to you, it’s everything.

Once the chaos of game time calmed down, the crowd breaks into tinier congregations. The younger adults, including you and Johnny, claim the living room. His female cousins squish themselves onto the long L-shaped couch, dragging you along with them. You don’t mind it at all; you get along with his cousins quite well. 

The only thing bothering you was the length of your skirt. So used to sitting with at least one leg crossed or folded while on the couch, you can’t find a comfortable way to sit. You envy the girls who chose to wear pants to the party; they’re able to sit however they want without a care in the world. Grabbing your coat from the entryway is an option, but the house is too packed—you don’t want to fight your way through the throng of people. 

Sighing, you sit with your legs pressed together and grab Johnny’s small crossbody. You place it at the end of your short skirt and keep it in place with your hands. It’s not the most ideal cover, but you’ll make do with what you have. Now feeling a bit more comfortable, you jump back into the conversation. Fully attuned to Joy’s travel adventures, you don’t notice Johnny slipping further into the house.

Halfway through Joy’s story, Johnny comes back and wordlessly drapes a plush blanket onto your lap. You feel the fluffy texture before you can even process what it is. Your hands grip the fabric, and you take a closer look at what became your saving grace—worn-out Pikachus and Pokeballs cover the entirety of the blanket. Judging by the print, you know exactly who this belongs to. 

You glance up at the owner, who towers above you. “This is a relic.” 

“Shut up,” he groans as he plops onto the armrest next to you. 

With something covering your lower half, you’re now able to shift to a better position. You fold one leg and lean back into the cushions. Your best friend’s arm naturally drapes across your back, and it becomes the perfect headrest for you.

“God, that’s so weird, man,” Mark says out of nowhere while sipping on another drink.

Your ears perk up. “What is?”

“He’s so sweet to you,” Mark points out, gesturing to the blanket Johnny grabbed just for you. “Never seen him like this before.”

You try to brush it off. “I’m sure he’s been like this with girls he’s brought home before, yeah?” You pinch Johnny’s side, trying to get him to agree, but his lips are sealed. He refuses to make eye contact with you.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but not to this extent? At least, I don’t think s—” Mark’s words are cut off by Wendy’s hiss.

“Leave them alone, Markus,” she scolds him. She sends a smile your way. “I think the way he takes care of you is really cute.”

Johnny’s not the type to get embarrassed often, and yet, he does his best to change the topic. “Hey, Wen. You went on a trip to Europe, right? You didn’t post much about it. Where’d you go?”

Seeing right through him, Wendy playfully glares at her younger cousin. You laugh at this exchange as Wendy goes along with the flow of the conversation. “I just went around London and Paris. One week per city.”

As soon as Wendy talks about her trip, your eyes brighten with curiosity. Like Johnny’s cousin, who's known for having at least one international trip a year, you’ve made your way around the world as well. You’ve traveled so much this year, your friends joke that you’ve been on more flights than dates. It came to a stop once you started dating the guy, but with how it all worked out, the teasing will probably pick back up again. Knowing they don’t mean any harm, you take their teasing in stride. Plus, traveling the world is a privilege, and you’re honored to have experienced a vast amount of cultures.

“How’d you like it?” you ask, leaning forward to catch Wendy’s every word. “I’m actually going on a London, Paris, Amsterdam trip in the summer, so I want to know everything!”

Wendy immediately whips out her phone to walk you through her itinerary. You scroll through her pictures and take notes on your own phone. As she answers all of your questions, you miss Johnny eyeing you fondly. He does it absentmindedly, not even aware of it. He also doesn’t notice how his bulky arm slides from the back of the couch and naturally circles your waist. His fingers draw little shapes onto your blanket-covered lap. 

Joy, who never misses a thing, catches it pretty quickly. She elbows Mark and draws attention to how Johnny holds you close. 

Being the little devil he is, Mark pulls his phone out to sneak a picture. Before he taps the screen, Joy and Mark watch how you instinctively sink into Johnny’s side. The hand that’s not holding your phone slides over to play with Johnny’s fingers. Mark snaps the picture right then. He finds himself grinning at the photo, but doesn’t send it to his favorite cousin, opting to save it for a rainy day. It’ll come in handy one day; however, tonight is not the night. 

“You went to Europe, too, right? I saw your Instagram posts! Was it Italy and Austria?” Wendy asks once she’s done recapping her trip. 

You nod enthusiastically. 

“You went during March, right?” Wendy continues, trying to remember when you posted. “I swear you posted something then.”

You actually went to Europe during the past summer—March was another international trip—but the detail is so minute that you see no need to correct her. You nod again, “Yeah, that trip was fun! I really enjoyed it.”

Johnny interrupts the conversation with a furrowed brow, “Wait, you went to the Caribbean during March. Your Europe trip was in June.”

“Oh, right, right,” you say. “Silly me.”

Johnny continues to boast about your travels proudly, “Yeah, she started in Venice, made her way to two cities in Austria, and then it was Munich, yeah?”

You turn towards him, amazed at his memory. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. Spent like two days over there.” You shift your gaze to Wendy. “I crossed swimming through the Eisbach River off my bucket list.”

“How’d you like that?” your fellow travel enthusiast asks. It was her turn to hang onto your every word. “I was thinking Germany for next year.”

“Oh, it was so amazing! The weather was just right, and I jumped off this low bridge—it was super cool! I’d definitely go back just to do that again.”

Wendy smiles, “Adding it to my list then. Where else did you go?”

You clap your hands, reminiscing about the best part of your trip. “I headed over to Switzerland and visited two cities there: Lucerne and Engelburg. Lucerne was nice, but Mt. Titlis in Engelberg–”

“Yo, did she say Tit-lis? Tits?” Mark whispers loudly, eyes widening. Joy slaps his side. 

“–and went on this crazy suspension bridge that was like 10,000 feet in the air!”

The small group of cousins gasp at the height reveal. “Weren’t you scared?” Joy asks, taking your phone as you pull up the picture of you at the top of the mountain.

“Oh my god, I hate heights, but I was already there, so I forced myself to go on it,” you shrug while taking a sip of your drink, “I mean, I’m probably never going back there again. It would’ve been a shame if I didn’t go, right?”

Johnny breaks his hand away from yours to ruffle your hair affectionately. “I’m proud of you, angel.”

You scrunch your nose at him as a quiet thanks. “That’s pretty much it. I guess you can say I ended my trip with a bang.”

The hand playing with your hair pauses. Johnny turns to you, “Wait, I thought you visited one more country during this trip.”

“What?” you ask, slowly racking your brain for any detail you missed. 

Your friend snaps his fingers. “Yeah, didn’t you guys do a quick stop at the smallest country in the world or something like that? You mentioned something about paying to get your passport stamped there?”

His sentence jogs your memory. That portion was so short, so insignificant compared to the rest of your trip, you forgot all about it. Yet here Johnny—who never went on the trip–sits, recalling moments that you mentioned to him in passing. Again, you’re beyond amazed by his memory. “Yeah, our tour bus stopped by Leichenstein for thirty minutes.”

When the group shoots you confused looks, you explain even further, “It’s the sixth smallest country in the world, and the whole place is around 16 miles long. We just stopped long enough to get a souvenir stamp in our passports and to buy tiny souvenirs. I didn’t even take a picture there.”

“Right, that!” Johnny points a finger at you. 

You purse your lips at him. “How’d you remember all that?”

Your roommate, suddenly aware of all the eyes on him, brushes it off like it’s no big deal. “I just remember a lot of things about you.”

Being the mood maker, Johnny usually feeds off the attention he receives. This time, you realize, he strays away from it. He draws his cousins away from the little moment you’re having, busying himself with finding his bag. He stands up, his warmth and woodsy scent going along with him, as he searches the area.“It’s been a minute since we had the whole group together. We need a new picture. Angel, do you know where my bag is?”

You pull his bag from under your blanket. “It’s right here.”

“Can you get my camera? It should be somewhere in there,” he calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna find someone to take the picture.”

“I’m right here, though. I can do it,” you shoot back.

“And I want you in the picture, too,” Johnny says firmly before he steps out.

“Fine,” you groan, tugging the zipper of his bag open. The small bag doesn’t have much in it, but it’s still a task to dig through in the dim lighting. You take his things out one by one—his wallet, his car keys that are attached to a keychain you bought him while in Austria, a chapstick, and an external battery. The next thing you find is something you don’t expect to see mixed with his belongings; it’s an epipen, one that’s identical to the one you carry in your bag. You stare at it in confusion as Johnny makes his way back into the room with his father in tow.

“Did you find it?” Johnny asks.

In a panic, you reach back into his bag to finally pull out his digital camera. “Here it is!” You hand it over to Johnny, who quickly gives his dad a rundown of how it works. 

Your roommate motions for everybody to squeeze into the frame. Joy and Wendy scoot closer to you while Mark situates himself in front of the sofa. Once Johnny’s satisfied with the setup, he holds the camera exactly where he wants it and gestures to his dad to take over. He quickly slides his back to his place on the armrest, draping his arm over your shoulders. You lean into him almost immediately, grinning for the camera once Mr. Suh starts his countdown. 

Johnny’s dad takes a total of four pictures, taking his sweet time to press the shutter in between each shot. Tired of holding your smiles, you all hope that at least one picture turns out well. Johnny snaps a few more candids shortly after, as well as one final shot of you all clinking your drinks together. 

After putting his camera away, Johnny checks the time on his smart watch. He’s shocked to read that it’s 11:15 pm. It doesn’t matter that much to him since his family chooses to celebrate on Christmas Eve, but he knows that you have a long day ahead. Despite it being late, he knows that you’ll still push to stay a bit longer to hang out with his cousins, only for you to regret it later. So, he makes the executive decision for you.

He rests a hand on your shoulder, and you reach up to grab it. “Hey, so we gotta get going. It’s getting pretty late.”

You pout at him.

“Don’t give me that look, you have an early day with your family tomorrow,” he scolds you.

Your lip twitches in annoyance. “But I’m having fun.”

“If we stay, you’ll be cranky in the morning,” he says, slowly pulling the blanket off your lap. Shifting his attention to his cousins, he asks, “You guys understand, right?”

Being the oldest, Wendy answers for the group. “You guys are good.” 

She gets up to give you a long hug, pulling you in close. “Don’t be a stranger, okay? We love having you around.”

“Of course, I’ll be here as long as Johnny invites me,” you reply, reciprocating the hug.

Just before she lets you go, she whispers something incredibly sweet in your ear. “Thanks for making him happy.”

You withdraw from the hug, head cocked to the side at Wendy’s implication. “But I’m not doing anything, we’re not like that.”

“I know,” she shoots you a wink before directing you towards the other two cousins. Mark gives you a bear hug, practically lifting you, and pestering you to come to their family's New Year’s party. Joy helps you escape from his tight grasp, pulling you into a softer hug and making you promise to hang out with her sometime during the upcoming year. 

It takes you approximately fifteen minutes to get to the door as you say your goodbyes. Johnny’s sweet mother shoves a bag of leftovers into your hands, which Johnny graciously takes. She walks you to the doorway, nagging Johnny with a couple of last-minute things, and you giggle when he mocks her with his back turned. He reassures her that there’s no need to walk you all the way to his car, since it’s parked down the street, and she leaves you with one long embrace.

The front door closes behind you, leaving you and Johnny alone for the first time in hours. Your best friend finishes shrugging his coat on and begins his descent down the porch steps. You softly call out his name, making him stop in place. When he realizes you’re not following behind him, Johnny runs back up with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong, angel? Did you not have fun?” he asks, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Why are you assuming something’s wrong?” you shoot back.

“You have that look on your face,” he points out.

“What look?”

His warm palms reach up to cup your face in his hands. Johnny’s thumbs first stroke the apples of your cheeks, then stretch to smooth out your wrinkled brows. “The one where you think too hard.”

The laugh you let out is an embarrassed one. “That obvious, huh?”

“Maybe not to others, but it’s obvious to me,” Johnny chuckles. One of his hands tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear; the action is so minuscule, and yet, it’s enough to feel a little giddy inside. 

“You know me too well,” you whisper.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing,” he answers back quickly. There’s no true bite behind his words, but there is an underlying desperation. Johnny searches your eyes, never looking away, even when you falter. 

“It’s not! It’s just…” You try your best to find your words. There are a lot of feelings stirring within you—appreciated because you feel seen, nervous to have someone see right through your every word, relieved that someone knows you so well, comforted that you have someone to rely on, and yet, sad that this diamond in the rough is not yours to have. 

“Why do you have an epipen in your bag? You don’t have any allergies.” You ask the question even though you already know the answer. You just need verbal confirmation from the man himself. 

“Just in case something happens to you,” Johnny replies as if it’s no big deal to him, as if it’s second nature to take care of you. “I always carry the extra one you have in the kitchen with me every time we go out.”

It’s the exact answer you’re expecting, and it still renders you speechless. “You–why?”

Your friend takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He exhales, pulling away from you to run his fingers through his styled hair. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself before a sound can come out. Taking another deep breath, Johnny smiles a tight smile. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”

You step towards him, surprised at how stressed your roommate looks. “Do what?”

“Tell you just how much I care about you,” he says defeatedly. The smile he wears forms into a gentler one that makes your heart flutter. Johnny looks you directly in the eyes when he says, “Because I care about you so much, angel.”

“You do?” you ask quietly, playing with the ends of your sleeves.

“Of course, I do,” he laughs, pulling you into an embrace. Your face squishes into his chest, breathing in the woodsy cologne you bought him on his last birthday. Your heart aches to leap out of your chest and finds its way to its rightful owner—the very man in front of you. “Would I memorize every little thing about you if I didn’t?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gaze up at him with a hopeful look. “Sounds like you’re obsessed with me.”

Johnny’s large hand comes up to cup the back of your head. His bright brown eyes shine with complete and utter adoration as he confesses the underlying reason for his utmost care,  “Or maybe I’m just in love with you.”

You want to laugh—out of frustration for not figuring it out sooner, out of relief that your roommate feels the same way. Johnny Suh is the embodiment of the idea that to be loved is to be seen. Since you’ve known him, he’s figured you out completely and set an impossibly high standard. He ruined dating for you because he’s been what you’ve been looking for all along. You want to laugh out of complete, utter joy because you love him, too.

Johnny’s sweet confession has you grinning from ear to ear. “Guess what?”

He pinches your cheek. “I tell you I’m practically in love with you, and you want to play a guessing game?”

“Just guess!” you giggle, bringing your other arm around his shoulders. You play with the ends of Johnny’s short hair, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Chicken butt,” he plays along, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“I was actually going to say,” you pause for a moment and bring his face a little closer to yours. Resting a hand on his broad chest to keep yourself steady, you stand on your tiptoes, just enough to reach his lips. You stop a breath away from his lips to whisper, “I love you, too.”

You pull away to see Johnny’s handsome face light up. He’s as bright as the North Star, the guiding light that always leads you home. You may have been lost in the past, moving from person to person to find the love that you were seeking. After many following different trials, you’re finally able to walk the path that leads you straight to the person who made you feel at home. 

Unable to hide his joy, Johnny looks up. He lets out a loud laugh before gesturing for you to follow his gaze. Directly above you hangs a mistletoe. 

“Are you going to kiss me now?” you tease.

“Only if you promise to be mine,” Johnny replies with an indefinite amount of fondness leaking through his words.

“Cross my heart,” you mutter before tugging him down to your level. His plush lips meet yours most sweetly. The hand in your hair holds you in place, while his free arm coils around your waist. You tilt your head, following Johnny’s lead as he breaks one kiss and immediately dives in for another. There’s no rush behind his kisses—they’re slow, deliberate, and the best way to convey how his heart beats for you. 

You love the way Johnny kisses you between a giggle and a smile, refusing to let you out of his grasp. 

You love how he ends the kiss, placing one last peck on your forehead before rocking you back and forth in a warm embrace.

You love how the lipstick you wore is now smudged against his pretty skin, branding him as yours. You also love the way he bats your hand away from his face, preventing you from wiping away your proof of kisses. 

Most importantly, you love the way Johnny loves you. He loves you loudly, shouting it out to anyone who’ll hear him. He loves you softly, remembering all the little things that no one else does. Because of this, you promise to love him endlessly. 

You’re absolutely in love with Johnny Suh and all his little things. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hey! i know this isn't the cruise!au i've been going on and on about (still a work in progress, i swear) but i saw a tiktok that basically inspired this whole thing. a big thank you to @aquarius-johnny and @taelme for bouncing ideas back and forth with me! forever grateful to my johnny girlies. it may not be my best work (wrote it in two days) but i hope this brings you joy this holiday season! please tell me what you think with a comment, a reblog, or an ask! i miss hearing from you all! check out my other holiday fics: all my loving (johnny) | where are you, christmas? (jaehyun) | the midnight kiss (jaehyun) | when the ball drops, my heart stops (mark) | my xmas wish come true (mark) | risk it all (haechan, rated m) | a day of firsts (jaehyun)

© sehunniepotwrites, 2025

[sehunniepotwrites]

hear me out, I’m on a cruise rn and what if i write a cruise!au with johnny lamsndjddbdhd

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update: it might be happening bc @lavendersuh and i have been texting ideas back and forth since yesterday

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picked this fic back up!! wrote 2.4k!! we’ll see if i can write more today and tomorrow. i can’t power fics like i used to ugh

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random update: i am slowly but surely writing this and it’s currently at 25.9k. it’ll probs hit like 30k when finished.

i had a lot of time off from work this week so i finally started writing <3

[lovesuhng]

can someone write something fluff with johnny being a dumb bf for his girl?!????

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and if i write a short disney fic with johnny, would anyone read it lmao

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NIKKIIIII DID U SEE BASKETBALL JOHNNY!!!!! IS UR HEAD SPINNNINGGGGG

YES YES WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BASKETBALL JOHNNY?!?!?!

I SAW VERY VERY SHORT CLIPS IN PASSING AND WOWOWOWOWOWOW HE’S SO HOTTTTT LIKE HOWWWWWWWWWW I NEED HIM SO BAD DBDHDHD

man, i wish i had time, energy, and ideas to write about this bc HOLY SHITTTTTTT

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FOREVER SUMMER | teaser

SYNOPSIS. They say that three is the magic number, and with you having two childhood friends by your side every summer, you consider this to be true. Summers were always for no one else but you, Johnny, and Jaehyun. You want that to stay the same but of course, nothing ever does. Not when feelings come into play. You’re in love with Johnny, Jaehyun’s in love with you, and quite frankly, you don’t really know how to move forward. So much for the summer of your life. 

PAIRING. Johnny x female!reader x Jaehyun 

GENRE. Childhood Friends to Lovers!AU | Summer!AU | Beach!AU | Lifeguard!AU | Surfer!AU 

WARNINGS. Based on Jenny Han’s The Summer I Turned Pretty, Johnny and Jaehyun are cousins, profanity, alcohol consumption, food consumption, smoking (vaping and weed), nicknames (for her: Shadow, Munchkin; for Jaehyun: Dopey; for Johnny: Jojo), more warnings to come

DISCLAIMER.This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. Crossposted on AO3 by sehunnypot.

“Mom, drive faster!” you yelled from the passenger seat, wondering why you didn’t volunteer to take the wheel instead. With you at the wheel, you would’ve arrived at your destination hours ago. If this was a normal day, your mother would have scolded you for raising your voice at her but this was not any given day. This was the start of your epic summer in Neiho. 

Being in the town of  Neiho for two and a half months meant living in a gorgeous beach house that was a block away from the shoreline. A large two-story structure with six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a pool to swim in, and a backyard large enough to run around in–what could be more perfect than that?

The answer to that question was found in the other inhabitants of the mansion. Your twin aunties–not your blood relatives but your mother’s best friends from university–were the co-owners of the house, passed onto them by their parents. When your mom had nowhere to go one college summer, the twins picked her right up and invited her into their summer abode, and a yearly tradition had been formed. Fall, winter, and spring breaks were for other things but summer was always reserved for the beach house on Neiho’s Cherry Lane. 

Even though the three friends who were as close as sisters started their own respective families, the tradition carried on with the expansion. And that’s where the two most important inhabitants come to play–Johnny Suh and Jaehyun Jeong. The boys, as you called them, were cousins who were like brothers to each other. And to you, they were your best childhood friends. 

Being the same age as you, you were closer to Jaehyun–the pretty boy with the dimples and the deepest, dad laugh you could ever hear. Although apart for the majority of the year, Jaehyun never failed to text you at least once a day, whether it be a meme or just a random message that could be deemed as “too much information.” You shared a lot with him and in turn, he did the same with you. To you, that lunkhead basketball man was an open book. 

His older cousin, however, was not. Unlike Jaehyun, Johnny kept some pages closed. There were times when he was inaccessible and neither you nor Jae could read him. If something were bothering him, Johnny would keep it to himself rather than burden you or Jaehyun with his problems. As the oldest, his duty was to shoulder it, shove them aside, and make sure whatever happened didn’t affect you or Jaehyun in any way possible. His pouty lips would press into a thin line, his straight brows would furrow, and his eyes would narrow until you couldn’t see the beautiful honey-brown people would die to swim in. Other times, though, he was like sunshine and his wide smile brightened your days as no one else could. 

“Sit your butt down, child, we’re almost there,” your mother laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder so your butt fell back into the cushioned seat. Her hands turned the wheel and the tires landed on Cherry Lane. She passed one, two, three houses before pulling into the driveway. Before she could put the car into park, your fingers flew to the seat belt latch, ultimately freeing your body from your chair. Never mind that you were leaving your mom to deal with your bags. 

With enthusiasm that was seen nowhere else but here in Neiho, you rushed out of the car and down the nostalgic pathway filled with memories that lingered in your mind. You spotted the garden rocks you painted how many summers before as well as the wind catchers that you created with the boys during an arts class they were so reluctant to take. Holding back a smile at all the familiarity, you shoved the keys already in your hand eagerly into the lock. A twist to the side and your hand on the knob was all it took to open the grand, wooden door. A sigh that came from way deep in your chest let itself out as the cooling air conditioner and the smell of the sea salt vanilla candles blew your way.

With one hand against the clean, white walls, you used the other to slip your shoes off. “Anyone home?” 

Home. That was what the beach house on Cherry Lane was. It was home. 

Loud, resounding pounds from the staircase alerted you that someone was there and you knew exactly who that person was before they made it down the steps and rounded the corner. Always heavy-handed in the way he handled his body, Jaehyun Jeong stomped his way to you, his gait echoing through the quiet hallways. His smile was wide as soon as you landed in his line of vision. The next thing you knew, his body was hurling your way and you had no time to escape what came next. 

“Munch! You’re here!” he yelled into your ear right before lifting and twirling you around. Jaehyun’s voice sounded deeper than the last time you saw him in person. Your surprised squeal drowned out his low-toned laughter and your feet kicked against the hard core he worked on in the last year. 

“Put her down, Jae, before you break something,” his mom, Jieun, called from the steps, a fond smile taking over her face. Her features matched the ones on Jaehyun’s goofy face sans the reddened ears and cheeks. 

Her sister and Johnny’s mom, Hyesoo, peeked out of the kitchen to add to the scolding. “Jae, if you break something, you’re gonna have to replace it with your own money, honey, so be careful!”

“Listen to them!” you whined as his hands continued to dig at your side. “You’re hurting me!” 

He adjusted his grip. “Yo, how’s the weather up there, Munchkin? Better than down here, I hope,” Jaehyun teased with a cheeky smile. 

“Shut up, Dopey!” You kicked him in the abdomen harder than the last and his stronghold loosened just enough for you to wiggle away. 

As you caught your breath from laughing too hard, you took in your best friend’s appearance. Jaehyun’s wetsuit was half on–the top half folded right at the waist–while his buffer chest was slightly covered by the heathered tank top he probably threw on in a rush. Honey brown hair unstyled and strands thrown every which way, he still looked like the same boy you remembered. Just a tad bit taller and bigger than before. And to top it all off, his dopey smile had you mirroring one too.

You bet that the girls in his major department went crazy over him. You’ve heard some of his stories through your weekly FaceTime calls–from his short-termed girlfriends and situationships and friends with benefits–but none of those ever lasted. Curiosity bit at you, wondering why they never did, but you respected Jaehyun enough not to pry. If he wanted to, he would tell you. 

“Hey there,” Jaehyun chuckled again, his large hand coming up to your chin to squish your cheeks in between his fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and blew a raspberry at him, spit landing on the back of his hand. Jaehyun gave you a look of disgust, wiping the wet spots against your shirt. You’d think at twenty-one, the pair of you would outgrow childish habits but that wasn’t necessarily the case. 

“Just say you’re happy to see me, damn.”

“Never going to willingly admit that,” you retaliated with a shit-eating grin.

Jaehyun’s hands zoomed back to your face to pull at your cheeks. His tough grip tugged them so hard that it stung a lot more than it should have. Your consecutive slaps against his chest finally got him to stop and while you rubbed your cheeks better, he stifled his laughter behind his palm. 

“You might not be happy to see me but I am always happy to see you, Munch,” Jaehyun pressed a wet kiss on your throbbing cheek in return.  You were too busy tending to your pain to realize the redness that took over the tips of his ears. His mother and aunt were not. Giggling at each other, they enjoyed the boy’s embarrassed state, loving the fact that you were the only one to get him that pink.

“You’re something else, Jae,” you shook your head at him before rushing over to your aunties to hug them. You missed them both. 

“Baby, don’t just stand there,” Aunt Jieun scolded her son, coming over to slap him against his bicep, “go use those muscles that you keep bragging about and help your auntie carry their stuff into the house.” The boy, dorky as ever, saluted his mother and ran out the door in his broken-in Rainbow sandals. 

“Where’s Johnny?” you questioned. A glance around the house and you couldn’t see him anywhere. It was unlike him to not greet you as soon as you entered the property. Your heart dropped a little at his lack of presence. 

“Oh honey, your one-track mind never changes, does it?” Aunt Hyesoo grinned at you with a knowing twinkle in her eye. You pouted at her and she simply poked you in between your curled-up brows. “John’s out surfing. We told him to wait until after you arrived but he promised he would be back before your pretty little face showed up. Knowing him, that boy probably lost track of time.”

The front door swung open and slammed against the wall only to reveal a sheepish Jaehyun. Once again, the boy underestimated his strength. If one were to look at the wall behind the door, they’d spot a dent in the wall from all the rough handling but that’s a thing everyone in the house let go of. Holding the door open, Jaehyun allowed your mom to roll her luggage in first before hauling your load in. As the three mothers reunited, Jae nudged his sharp elbow to your side. “I was about to go join Johnny for a bit, wanna come wi–”

“Yes, let’s go, let’s goooooo!” Not even letting your best friend finish his sentence, you snatched the keys to his mother’s Rav4 and headed out the door. “We’re heading out!” You called behind you before barreling out the door with your tote bag in hand.

Jaehyun trailed right behind you with his deep laughter ringing through your ears. When you didn’t toss him the keys and remained at your spot on the driver’s side, he hesitated to get in the unlocked vehicle. His lack of movement made you roll your eyes. You had gotten your license last fall at the age of twenty so driving was no problem for you. At least, it wasn’t anymore. If you went back to the previous summer with you at the wheel, Johnny at your side, and Jaehyun behind you, you would probably say otherwise. But that was then. You were twenty-one now and had almost a year of driving experience under your belt.

“Get in the car, my driving’s better now, I promise.” The engine started at the twist of your hand and Jaehyun remained outside with a hardened look on his face.

“Sure it is, Munch,” he replied with a brow raised. 

“It really is, how else would I be able to get my license?” A few bats of your lashes and a pretty pout were all it took for Jaehyun to cave in and buckle himself in the car. He could never say no to you. Johnny was a little harder to break–he was a tough cookie to crack–but in the end, little old you were always his weakness. 

A defeated sigh escaped Jaehyun’s pink lips. “You’re lucky I love you so much.” 

Jaehyun’s little profession of love made you warm inside, just like your never ending friendship. “The luckiest girl in the world.”

“And the prettiest,” Jaehyun joked, swiping at your cheek.

“Ew, is that how you flirt with all the girls back home?”

“Why? Is it working?” From the corner of your eye, you could see his brows dance. “Are you finally falling for me? It’s about damn time.” 

“Absolutely not. Disgusting.” 

“Damn, and to think, I could have finally had a chance with the prettiest girl in Neiho.”

“Oh shut up.”

The beach was a two-minute drive away. If it weren’t for Jaehyun’s surfboard mounted on top of the car, you would have been fine with the seven-minute walk or the short bike ride to your perfect little paradise. The midday crowd had made its way into the beach’s car lot, leaving a tiny compact space for you to wiggle into. Your first few tries weren’t successful, even with Jaehyun’s guidance, leaving him to laugh at your attempts before you switched places. Johnny would have never teased you like that. 

Jaehyun parked the car slowly yet successfully as you waited outside with crossed arms. He shot you a smug look, complete with his sunglasses sitting on top of his nose bridge and a smirk that lifted one plump cheek. 

“Don’t say anything,” you pointed a finger at him. “I have trouble in compact spaces.” 

“Wasn’t gonna,” Jaehyun cheekily answered as he started to take his baby blue board down the rack.

Huffing, you turned your body away from your best friend and faced the shoreline. One breath was all it took to inhale the calming scents of the ocean. The sun beamed down on you; while others hated the direct light, you didn’t mind it. Accompanied by the soft breeze making its way through your loose hair, it was a perfect beach day. Your past self was right to wear your two-piece under your clothes instead of your undergarments. 

Leaving Jaehyun behind, you stripped your loose top off, slipped off your Birkenstocks, and sunk your toes in the sand. The gritty, warm feeling surrounding your skin was something you missed dearly. Others hated the texture of sand–how it was coarse and hot, and how it got absolutely everywhere for no apparent reason–but it excited you. Feet running on autopilot, they led you straight to where the ocean met the shore. Dry sand turned wet, causing you to sink, sink, sink deep into the ground and you loved it all. When the cool rush of water hit your skin, you loved it even more. You closed your eyes and sighed, taking in the sounds of the waves hitting the rocks. 

You opened them just in time to see a tall, built surfer riding a clean wave with no breaks. He made the sport look effortless when you know that in fact, it was not. At all. When the figure reached the shore not too far from you, the man planted his surfboard right in the sand. His height was not too far off from the item itself, which was a feature many onlookers admired. 

After reaching down to catch some water in between his fingers, he ran that same hand through his thick dark brown hair, pushing his wet bangs out of his way. Your mouth began to split into two at the sight of him. Even without seeing his entire face, you knew that sharp jawline and stature anywhere. You saw it every summer, towering over you in a protective stance. The hands running through his hair used to hold yours whenever you had your scary movie marathons and the sculpted arms attached to them used to press you tightly against his chest whenever you needed comfort. 

There were so many times your thoughts drifted from the topic at hand to that face and build. Dreams. Daydreams. Little scenarios in your head that fed the monster called delusion. 

With tunnel vision for that man alone, your feet took you straight to him and your voice called out his name. “Johnny Suh!” 

Johnny’s hands immediately reached behind him as you catapulted yourself onto the broadest back you had ever seen in your life. Your arms circled his neck and your bare legs coiled around his waist as he held you in place with no complaints. Your dry body pressed against the cold, damp wetsuit but you didn’t care. You were with Johnny now. 

To you, the older of the boys wore many hats. He was your long-time friend. Your protector. Your crush. Your mom, as teasing as she gets, also referred to him as your first love. Your aunties rallied behind her with that and you always found it embarrassing. But loyal as they were, your secret never slipped past their lips. It was one for the girls, they would always say. You weren’t sure if Jaehyun caught on at some point–if he did, he never uttered a word. 

Johnny turns his neck to glance at you. His eyes took notice of the sparkle in your eye and the bright light of your smile and it brought that charming grin out to play. “Aren’t your clothes going to get wet?” he chafed, tugging on the thin fabric of your loose linen shorts. 

“Don’t care,” you replied, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His smile widened as you did so, the whiskers by his nose appearing out of nowhere. “Saying hi to you is more important than my clothes, Jojo.”

“Well then, hi.” The way Johnny said that two-letter word had your heart racing. It was soft and sweet and endearing. It was everything Johnny was. And it was beautiful. 

“Hi.”

He tapped two fingers on your thigh. “You ready to get down yet?”

“Nope.”

Johnny chuckled again and with your chest pressed tightly against his back, you felt the vibrations it caused. “Looks like my little Shadow finally came back to me.”

Shadow–that was what he called you. 

It all started when your moms noticed that you were so infatuated with the older boy that you stuck so close to him, following his every movement. When he would stand, so would you. And in turn, Jaehyun did too. When Johnny would want ice cream, you would copy him and state that you craved some too. And when he joined a volleyball camp at the country club, you tried to join too, only to be turned down because you were a girl. It upset you to no end at the young age of nine, that Jaehyun could follow the twelve-year-old Johnny but you couldn’t. To get rid of your sorrow, Johnny–although tired–played with you at home and taught you every little skill he learned that day. Your hobby only developed from there. 

“Looks like it,” you giggled. 

No matter how far you were or how much time had passed, you would forever remain as Johnny’s shadow. Just like Peter Pan’s shadow always found its way back to the leader of the Lost Boys, you would always find your way back to Johnny.

Your little moment was interrupted by the one and only Jaehyun, who has his surfboard lifted above his head. So into being within proximity to Johnny, you failed to notice the tiny drop of Jaehyun’s happy demeanor. “Dude, you done for the day or?” Jaehyun asked his older cousin, gesturing to the waves. 

Johnny turned to him with you still hanging like a koala on his back, happy that you are reunited with your two boys. “Nah, I was thinking about catching a few more before heading back. Tide’s pretty good today.” 

“Sweet,” Jaehyun grinned, his tiny little fangs peeking out as his mouth widened. He pointed his chin to the clear, blue water. “Let’s go?” 

Johnny tapped your thigh again and released your legs from his hold. “You okay with that, Shadow?” 

You nodded, patting your purse. “I got my audiobook, I’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t want to surf today?”

You tried your best to fight the warm flush taking over your body. “No, I was…too excited to see you, I guess. Didn’t want to change or grab my board.”

Johnny shot you a soft and tender smile. “You sure it wasn’t the beach calling your name? You always couldn’t wait to get down here.”

“I’m sure,” you replied, looking up at him. 

“Next time then,” Johnny reassured you. “Missed having you out there with me.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. How was he so good at that? Johnny was too good at making you feel like mush and he didn’t even know it. It was no surprise so many of the people you hung out with growing up had a crush on him. 

“Alright then, what are we waiting for?” Jaehyun shouted, raising his board high and running straight for the water. “First surf of the summer, let’s fucking goooooooo!” His loud voice faded out as he got deeper and deeper into the water. 

Johnny’s large hand quickly ruffled your hair and you swatted his grip away, grumbling as you did so. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere. Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either.” His overprotectiveness came into play. The warning was unnecessary, seeing how all the summer kids knew each other. It was like a big reunion every season, with parties and bonfires all around. Running into someone at the beach was far from surprising, in fact, it was expected. 

You waved him away, already busying yourself by setting up your spot a bit further from where the sand met the sea. Your AirPods were out and your phone’s camera app opened up, ready to take pictures of the beautiful scenery and your boys. “Stop worrying, I’ll be right here. Go.”

Johnny left, but not before giving you a little shove to the side of your head. You snapped multiple pictures of his back as he ran to his board with Jaehyun already riding a wave in the background. The sun was beginning to set, making the skyline the perfect backdrop for your pictures. Waiting for the next wave to hit, they sat on their boards. At one point, they shifted to wave at you, and being the person you were, you took more candids of them and sent it to the group chat with your parents. 

You slipped on your AirPods and continued onto a new chapter of the audiobook you started on your road trip here. The waves were loud enough to hear through your headset and the orange sun didn't blind you as much with Jaehyun’s sunglasses resting on your nose. This was the perfect way to spend your first day back at Neiho. 

With the amazing weather, the two best boys in the entire world, and the prettiest beach you have ever laid eyes on, this was going to be the best summer ever. It had to be. It was the summer before your last year of university. After graduation, your whole life could and would change. And you, as headstrong as you were, wanted this to be the perfect summer. 

The summer of all summers. 

The summer you would remember forever.

LIFEGUARD'S NOTICE BOARD. Hi y'all. This fic has been on the backburner for a while and I've slowly started to pick it back up again. This is only the first scene in the grande scheme of things that idk will ever be completed BUT it was too good to keep in the drafts! Tell me what you think: are you Team Johnny or Team Jaehyun?

TAGLIST. (tagging anyone who is on my gen taglist and people i talked to about this fic!) @johtenrecs @justalildumpling @bat-shark-repellant @bebsky @smileysuh @smileyerim @taelme @moonctzeny @lebrookestore @baekhyuns-lipchain @donutswithjaminthemiddle @ahcaratzen @espresseo-cafe @turtash @ravenjoongie @omlhyuck @cryingforjae

© sehunniepotwrites, 2023

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Guys I just found out like 2 weeks later that one of my favorite writers is back after a while😭😭😭

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CROSSING BRIDGES | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. What was supposed to be a chill day by Munich’s iconic Eisbach River turns into the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire European getaway. Between stolen glances, sunburns, and shirtless mischief, your longtime crush Johnny Suh might finally be ready to turn playful flirtation into something real. But when a dare at the bridge pushes him to make a bold move—will he jump into the river, or into your heart? PAIRING. friend/crush!Johnny Suh x fem!reader GENRE. European Summer!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff WARNINGS. johnny jumps off a (low) bridge into the water? he's just following the munich locals tbh WORD COUNT. 2.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hi, hello! i'm kinda sorta back! i wrote this as a break from the cruise!au i've been working on. thank you to the long weekend and my euro summer shenanigans for fueling my brain. before you read this, check out this video on the eisbach river so you can understand the setting/what exactly the characters are doing hehe! it will really paint the picture for you! the bridge appears at around 3:11 teehe!! enjoy and pls tell me what you think!

Six days into your two-week European Summer trip, your group finally has a slow day. It’s been nonstop sightseeing since the day you stepped foot in Europe, hustling from country to country, so you’re glad to finally have some rest and relaxation time.

You need to thank Yeri for creating the perfect itinerary. Because of her, you’ve been able to stroll the grounds of the famous English Garden–Munich’s large inner-city park– before setting up a picnic by the unique Eisbach River. The river itself is a manmade canal, branching off of the larger Isar River, that features a permanent artificial wave and current created by submerged concrete blocks. When you saw the rough plan of your route, you were ecstatic to see that a Munich stop was planned and begged for a day by the river. You’ve seen countless videos of the area–how surfers come from all over the world to ride the waves  while others jump in the stream to float through the fast current. 

And now, here you are, sitting close to the canal on a stolen hotel bedsheet, watching your friends enjoy their time in the water. You see Jaehyun push an unexpecting Mark into the water. The younger, refusing to go down alone, uses his fast reflexes to drag Jaehyun down with him. Their loud fit of laughter fades as they quickly float down stream and out of your sight.

The sun you’ve been basking in suddenly disappears, a large shadow hovering above you. You frown at the loss of warmth and look up to see a soaked Johnny peering down at you. Your lips twist even more when your friend shakes his wet hair over you, the cold droplets hitting your skin. 

“Hey!” you hiss, drying yourself with the closest thing you can find–his button up. 

When Johnny realizes what you’re doing, he lets out a dramatic scoff and snatches it out of your hands. “That’s not a towel!”

“Well, that’s what you get for getting me wet!” Johnny smirks at your words, his thoughts taking them down a dirtier route, and you roll your eyes at the implication.

“Are you done for the day?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you.

 “Nah, just taking a break, I’ll get back in the water in a few,” you shake your head before gesturing to the abundance of open snacks next to you, “I got hungry.”

He laughs, “I can see that.” Johnny reaches over, his shirtless torso positioned above you for a matter of seconds, to grab the closest snack. You turn your head away, hiding your flushed face from the guy who invaded your space and your heart. 

You’ve had a small crush on Johnny since the day your housemate, Mark, introduced you to his best friend. The guy was easy to get along with–funny, incredibly respectful, and effortlessly handsome with his pretty smile. Despite his strong and somewhat intimidating build, Johnny was so approachable and your heart immediately latched onto him. 

At first, you thought your feelings were unrequited. Then, you began to notice the little things he did around you. Johnny paid close attention to the passing comments you made and brought them up when you least expected it. Once, you talked about loving the new pastry menu from the cafe down the block and the next time Johnny stopped by your house, he brought you a box of pastries just to see you smile. 

Whenever you went out with the rest of the group, he stayed close to you, constantly making sure you were okay. When you were out at a karaoke pub in Salzburg a day or two before, he immediately stepped in to protect you from guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He refused to leave your side for the rest of the night, ordering your drinks with his arm permanently circled around your waist. 

Johnny was the type to jokingly flirt with everybody just to fluster people but somehow, it seemed different with you. His brown eyes seem to soften, his words sounding more intentional, his touches light and lingering but you never received a telltale sign that he was into you. Just like now.

Johnny’s smile turns upside down when he sees the redness on your shoulders. His fingers brush against your skin and you flinch at his soft touch. “Your shoulders burned.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I left my cover up at the hotel. I just have my tank top with me.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else, he just reaches over to grab his button up and drapes it over your shoulders. You shyly slide your arms through the sleeves, noting how his clothes seem so oversized on you. You hide your embarrassed face with the edge of his sleeves and are instantly hit with a whiff of his cologne–a grounding, earthy scent that matches exactly who he is. It’s like receiving a warm hug from him and though the weather is beating you down, you don’t think you ever want to take it off.

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem,” Johnny says back before leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

You steal another glance at him, admiring the way his position highlights the hard work he’s put into keeping fit. His swim trunks hang low on his hips and his upper arms flex while keeping his built torso upright while his wet, tan skin glistens under the sun.

You look away when he turns in your direction, trying to find his phone to check the time. Despite the tension rising between you since this vacation started, you still can’t bring yourself to make a move. You promised Yeri you would before the trip ended but it’s easier said than done. 

“Wanna sit at the water’s edge with me?” Johnny’s voice breaks through the silence. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” you smile. 

He gets up first and offers you his hand. You slip your palm into his larger one and butterflies erupt in your stomach when he pulls you up with ease. His hand remains in yours as you walk to the edge, a short distance away from Yeri and Wendy, and gestures for you to take a seat. 

You’re surprised when he steps into the water instead of taking his place next to you. The shock increases tenfold when Johnny, with his wet, black hair and charming smile, settles his arms on either side of you. You can’t say that you’re trapped in between him and the canal’s edge–you can easily wiggle your way out of the situation if you want to–but you feel like you are. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper back. In your nervousness, your feet swing back and forth. They occasionally brush against his leg a couple of times but you can’t stop them from moving–it’s the only thing keeping you calm in this situation of yours. 

“You,” he starts to say. He pauses, one of his hands clutching the concrete railing a bit tighter before dropping into the water.

“Yeah?” you tilt your head.

Johnny’s fingers flex before he reaches up to push a stray hair away from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, his palm coming back up to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while his eyes drift down to your body. His stare focuses on how his big shirt hangs off your shoulders, the sight of you in his clothes forming unspeakable thoughts in his head.

Johnny meets your gaze. “You just look really good in my clothes,” he lets out a low chuckle.

You fix your eyes on his lips for just a second, “I do?”

Before he can reply, Mark and Jaehyun make their way back to you. They swim over and take a seat on the edge with you, which makes Johnny lean back, and end the moment that caused your heart to beat a mile a minute.

“John,” Jaehyun claps the eldest’s back. 

“What?” Johnny snaps, annoyed with how things turned out.

“You gotta do the bridge thing, man!” Jaehyun encourages, “It’s now or never!”

“Never!” Johnny refuses.

“Pussy!” 

“C’mon, we talked about this, dude,” Mark adds with determination seeping through his eyes, like there’s a hidden implication behind the youngest’s words. “You have to.”

“What bridge thing?”

The boys share a look, Johnny trying to silence them with a glare, before he smiles at you. “There’s a low bridge down the way, not that high above the water’s surface. A lot of people floating down the current try to grab it as they pass under it. Some even climb over onto the bridge just to jump off on the other side, it’s a whole thing here.”

“Oh, then you guys have to do it!” you push, “I mean when are we ever going to be back here, right?”

“Yeah, John,” your housemate eggs your crush on, “When are you going to have this chance again?”

Johnny sighs in defeat, turning towards the boys, “Fine.” 

The other two cheer, shaking each other with excitement. They make their way over to the other girls a few steps away and they screech at the news. You don’t know why they’re so pumped for this but regardless, you grin at their antics. 

Your crush turns to you and places a hand on your bare thigh. His palm is cold from the water but your skin turns hot at the touch. Not knowing how much the contact affects you, Johnny gestures to his phone, “Hey, film me on the bridge? It’s just down that way, not too far from here.” 

“And why would I do that?” you tease him with a giggle. Your words suggest one thing but you grab his phone regardless, already getting ready to do the task he’s asking of you.

“Because I’m the one who takes most of your pictures that end up on Instagram anyway,” Johnny rolls his eyes, lightly smacking your thigh, “it’s time for you to return the favor.”

You scrunch your nose at him, “I never asked you to take those photos of me, you know.”

Johnny adds pressure on his palms and pushes himself up until he’s at eye level with you. “What can I say? I like taking pictures of pretty things.”

You place a hand on his chest to create some space between the two of you, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating at the speed of light. “Shut up.”

Knowing he’s flustered you, he grins. “Go on ahead. The current’s pretty strong so we’ll let you girls get a head start and meet you there.”

You nod before following Wendy and Yeri’s lead to the bridge. They jumped off the bridge earlier, while you left the water to eat. Linking arms with you, they teased you endlessly about Johnny. You try to brush them off, stressing that nothing happened, but your girl friends are too stubborn to accept that answer. 

The three of you make it to the bridge in no time, planting yourselves in the middle of the structure. With Johnny’s phone in hand, you aim it at the water and patiently wait for the boys to float along the stream. It isn’t long before you catch sight of the trio, Jaehyun and Mark hyping Johnny up once the bridge comes into view. 

Pressing record, you follow Johnny’s path in the river canal. The camera captures him in high-definition as he swims with the fast current. From down below, the man still finds you and his grin increases tenfold. Your heart stutters in your chest, knowing that smile is just for you. As he approaches the bridge, you quickly lean against the railing and hover your camera over the water. 

The black-haired man extends one arm up to the sky and grabs hold of the bridge with ease. You’re sure the camera picks up the loud gasp you let out as he pulls himself up and out of the water with a confident smirk. This may have been the hottest exertion of his strength you’ve ever seen and you’re certain the moment will stay in your mind for months. 

Johnny reaches his other arm to grip the bridge’s caging to hoist himself onto the bridge. The two of you now stand face to face with just the metal barricade keeping your bodies apart. His sudden close proximity leaves you shellshocked, the hand holding his phone dropping to your side. With one hand on the railing and the other cupping your face, he leans forward, just enough to brush his nose against yours.

Your breath hitches and you sense his eyes searching your face, waiting for your reaction. You know that if you pull away, he’d take it in stride but you, with your pounding heartbeat and butterflies making their home in your belly, lean forward instead and nudge his nose back.

Johnny releases a relieved chuckle. “Finally,” he whispers before closing the distance. 

Johnny’s  kiss is both firm and gentle–everything you imagined it to be. He captures your lips with certainty, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but the palm holding your neck in place is feather light. Johnny breaks away for a mere second, just to catch his breath, and you chase after him. You place your hand on his bicep, gripping his wet skin as he steals another sweet kiss from your lips.

“You,” he says in between heavy breaths, “just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

Your hand slides up his arm and rests against his jaw. He lovingly presses a peck on your palm and you finally recognize that familiar gleam in his eyes–the one he only aims at you– as the look of someone in love. 

“And you just made this the best summer ever,” you giggle in his hold. 

“Can I make it even better?”

“How can anything top this?” you ask, looking up at him.

Johnny rests his lips on your forehead and whispers five words into your skin, “Let me be your boyfriend.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he reassures you with a hopeful look in his brown eyes, “let me be your boyfriend.”

You answer him with another kiss, your fingers weaving into his short wet hair. He smiles at your eagerness and you feel his grin against your lips. He’s impossible to pull away from but you will yourself to do so, knowing that if you don’t let go now, you’ll most likely end up in the water with Johnny.

Your new boyfriend rests one more lingering kiss against your forehead. You revel in the feeling before he leans back. He sends a flirty wink your way before jumping right back into the fast stream with a cheerful yell. 

As soon as Johnny’s back in the water, Yeri and Wendy attach themselves to you. They scream different variations of “I told you so’s” into your ears as you process what just happened. You bubble with happiness, more giggles spilling from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your cheeks, hoping the pressure will cool you down. 

Johnny Suh, your crush for years, confessed his feelings for you and kissed you for the first time ever. It was a bridge you thought you would never cross and yet you’re bursting at the seams because you’re on your dream vacation and now have your dream man by your side. 

Nothing, you think, can get better than this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. big thanks to @aquarius-johnny for proofreading and nudging me to write again. v grateful!! to those of you that finished the fic, please tell me what you think! <3

© sehunniepotwrites, 2025

[aquarius-johnny]

i’ve already told her this but the “hi” part is my absolute favorite 😭 please read it to understand so we can all scream about it together heheh

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CROSSING BRIDGES | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. What was supposed to be a chill day by Munich’s iconic Eisbach River turns into the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire European getaway. Between stolen glances, sunburns, and shirtless mischief, your longtime crush Johnny Suh might finally be ready to turn playful flirtation into something real. But when a dare at the bridge pushes him to make a bold move—will he jump into the river, or into your heart? PAIRING. friend/crush!Johnny Suh x fem!reader GENRE. European Summer!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff WARNINGS. johnny jumps off a (low) bridge into the water? he's just following the munich locals tbh; jaehyun calls john a pussy lol WORD COUNT. 2.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hi, hello! i'm kinda sorta back! i wrote this as a break from the cruise!au i've been working on. thank you to the long weekend and my euro summer shenanigans for fueling my brain. before you read this, check out this video on the eisbach river so you can understand the setting/what exactly the characters are doing hehe! it will really paint the picture for you! the bridge appears at around 3:11 teehe!! enjoy and pls tell me what you think!

Six days into your two-week European Summer trip, your group finally has a slow day. It’s been nonstop sightseeing since the day you stepped foot in Europe, hustling from country to country, so you’re glad to finally have some rest and relaxation time.

You need to thank Yeri for creating the perfect itinerary. Because of her, you’ve been able to stroll the grounds of the famous English Garden–Munich’s large inner-city park– before setting up a picnic by the unique Eisbach River. The river itself is a manmade canal, branching off of the larger Isar River, that features a permanent artificial wave and current created by submerged concrete blocks. When you saw the rough plan of your route, you were ecstatic to see that a Munich stop was planned and begged for a day by the river. You’ve seen countless videos of the area–how surfers come from all over the world to ride the waves  while others jump in the stream to float through the fast current. 

And now, here you are, sitting close to the canal on a stolen hotel bedsheet, watching your friends enjoy their time in the water. You see Jaehyun push an unexpecting Mark into the water. The younger, refusing to go down alone, uses his fast reflexes to drag Jaehyun down with him. Their loud fit of laughter fades as they quickly float down stream and out of your sight.

The sun you’ve been basking in suddenly disappears, a large shadow hovering above you. You frown at the loss of warmth and look up to see a soaked Johnny peering down at you. Your lips twist even more when your friend shakes his wet hair over you, the cold droplets hitting your skin. 

“Hey!” you hiss, drying yourself with the closest thing you can find–his button up. 

When Johnny realizes what you’re doing, he lets out a dramatic scoff and snatches it out of your hands. “That’s not a towel!”

“Well, that’s what you get for getting me wet!” Johnny smirks at your words, his thoughts taking them down a dirtier route, and you roll your eyes at the implication.

“Are you done for the day?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you.

 “Nah, just taking a break, I’ll get back in the water in a few,” you shake your head before gesturing to the abundance of open snacks next to you, “I got hungry.”

He laughs, “I can see that.” Johnny reaches over, his shirtless torso positioned above you for a matter of seconds, to grab the closest snack. You turn your head away, hiding your flushed face from the guy who invaded your space and your heart. 

You’ve had a small crush on Johnny since the day your housemate, Mark, introduced you to his best friend. The guy was easy to get along with–funny, incredibly respectful, and effortlessly handsome with his pretty smile. Despite his strong and somewhat intimidating build, Johnny was so approachable and your heart immediately latched onto him. 

At first, you thought your feelings were unrequited. Then, you began to notice the little things he did around you. Johnny paid close attention to the passing comments you made and brought them up when you least expected it. Once, you talked about loving the new pastry menu from the cafe down the block and the next time Johnny stopped by your house, he brought you a box of pastries just to see you smile. 

Whenever you went out with the rest of the group, he stayed close to you, constantly making sure you were okay. When you were out at a karaoke pub in Salzburg a day or two before, he immediately stepped in to protect you from guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He refused to leave your side for the rest of the night, ordering your drinks with his arm permanently circled around your waist. 

Johnny was the type to jokingly flirt with everybody just to fluster people but somehow, it seemed different with you. His brown eyes seem to soften, his words sounding more intentional, his touches light and lingering but you never received a telltale sign that he was into you. Just like now.

Johnny’s smile turns upside down when he sees the redness on your shoulders. His fingers brush against your skin and you flinch at his soft touch. “Your shoulders burned.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I left my cover up at the hotel. I just have my tank top with me.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else, he just reaches over to grab his button up and drapes it over your shoulders. You shyly slide your arms through the sleeves, noting how his clothes seem so oversized on you. You hide your embarrassed face with the edge of his sleeves and are instantly hit with a whiff of his cologne–a grounding, earthy scent that matches exactly who he is. It’s like receiving a warm hug from him and though the weather is beating you down, you don’t think you ever want to take it off.

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem,” Johnny says back before leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

You steal another glance at him, admiring the way his position highlights the hard work he’s put into keeping fit. His swim trunks hang low on his hips and his upper arms flex while keeping his built torso upright while his wet, tan skin glistens under the sun.

You look away when he turns in your direction, trying to find his phone to check the time. Despite the tension rising between you since this vacation started, you still can’t bring yourself to make a move. You promised Yeri you would before the trip ended but it’s easier said than done. 

“Wanna sit at the water’s edge with me?” Johnny’s voice breaks through the silence. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” you smile. 

He gets up first and offers you his hand. You slip your palm into his larger one and butterflies erupt in your stomach when he pulls you up with ease. His hand remains in yours as you walk to the edge, a short distance away from Yeri and Wendy, and gestures for you to take a seat. 

You’re surprised when he steps into the water instead of taking his place next to you. The shock increases tenfold when Johnny, with his wet, black hair and charming smile, settles his arms on either side of you. You can’t say that you’re trapped in between him and the canal’s edge–you can easily wiggle your way out of the situation if you want to–but you feel like you are. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper back. In your nervousness, your feet swing back and forth. They occasionally brush against his leg a couple of times but you can’t stop them from moving–it’s the only thing keeping you calm in this situation of yours. 

“You,” he starts to say. He pauses, one of his hands clutching the concrete railing a bit tighter before dropping into the water.

“Yeah?” you tilt your head.

Johnny’s fingers flex before he reaches up to push a stray hair away from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, his palm coming back up to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while his eyes drift down to your body. His stare focuses on how his big shirt hangs off your shoulders, the sight of you in his clothes forming unspeakable thoughts in his head.

Johnny meets your gaze. “You just look really good in my clothes,” he lets out a low chuckle.

You fix your eyes on his lips for just a second, “I do?”

Before he can reply, Mark and Jaehyun make their way back to you. They swim over and take a seat on the edge with you, which makes Johnny lean back, and end the moment that caused your heart to beat a mile a minute.

“John,” Jaehyun claps the eldest’s back. 

“What?” Johnny snaps, annoyed with how things turned out.

“You gotta do the bridge thing, man!” Jaehyun encourages, “It’s now or never!”

“Never!” Johnny refuses.

“Pussy!” 

“C’mon, we talked about this, dude,” Mark adds with determination seeping through his eyes, like there’s a hidden implication behind the youngest’s words. “You have to.”

“What bridge thing?”

The boys share a look, Johnny trying to silence them with a glare, before he smiles at you. “There’s a low bridge down the way, not that high above the water’s surface. A lot of people floating down the current try to grab it as they pass under it. Some even climb over onto the bridge just to jump off on the other side, it’s a whole thing here.”

“Oh, then you guys have to do it!” you push, “I mean when are we ever going to be back here, right?”

“Yeah, John,” your housemate eggs your crush on, “When are you going to have this chance again?”

Johnny sighs in defeat, turning towards the boys, “Fine.” 

The other two cheer, shaking each other with excitement. They make their way over to the other girls a few steps away and they screech at the news. You don’t know why they’re so pumped for this but regardless, you grin at their antics. 

Your crush turns to you and places a hand on your bare thigh. His palm is cold from the water but your skin turns hot at the touch. Not knowing how much the contact affects you, Johnny gestures to his phone, “Hey, film me on the bridge? It’s just down that way, not too far from here.” 

“And why would I do that?” you tease him with a giggle. Your words suggest one thing but you grab his phone regardless, already getting ready to do the task he’s asking of you.

“Because I’m the one who takes most of your pictures that end up on Instagram anyway,” Johnny rolls his eyes, lightly smacking your thigh, “it’s time for you to return the favor.”

You scrunch your nose at him, “I never asked you to take those photos of me, you know.”

Johnny adds pressure on his palms and pushes himself up until he’s at eye level with you. “What can I say? I like taking pictures of pretty things.”

You place a hand on his chest to create some space between the two of you, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating at the speed of light. “Shut up.”

Knowing he’s flustered you, he grins. “Go on ahead. The current’s pretty strong so we’ll let you girls get a head start and meet you there.”

You nod before following Wendy and Yeri’s lead to the bridge. They jumped off the bridge earlier, while you left the water to eat. Linking arms with you, they teased you endlessly about Johnny. You try to brush them off, stressing that nothing happened, but your girl friends are too stubborn to accept that answer. 

The three of you make it to the bridge in no time, planting yourselves in the middle of the structure. With Johnny’s phone in hand, you aim it at the water and patiently wait for the boys to float along the stream. It isn’t long before you catch sight of the trio, Jaehyun and Mark hyping Johnny up once the bridge comes into view. 

Pressing record, you follow Johnny’s path in the river canal. The camera captures him in high-definition as he swims with the fast current. From down below, the man still finds you and his grin increases tenfold. Your heart stutters in your chest, knowing that smile is just for you. As he approaches the bridge, you quickly lean against the railing and hover your camera over the water. 

The black-haired man extends one arm up to the sky and grabs hold of the bridge with ease. You’re sure the camera picks up the loud gasp you let out as he pulls himself up and out of the water with a confident smirk. This may have been the hottest exertion of his strength you’ve ever seen and you’re certain the moment will stay in your mind for months. 

Johnny reaches his other arm to grip the bridge’s caging to hoist himself onto the bridge. The two of you now stand face to face with just the metal barricade keeping your bodies apart. His sudden close proximity leaves you shellshocked, the hand holding his phone dropping to your side. With one hand on the railing and the other cupping your face, he leans forward, just enough to brush his nose against yours.

Your breath hitches and you sense his eyes searching your face, waiting for your reaction. You know that if you pull away, he’d take it in stride but you, with your pounding heartbeat and butterflies making their home in your belly, lean forward instead and nudge his nose back.

Johnny releases a relieved chuckle. “Finally,” he whispers before closing the distance. 

Johnny’s  kiss is both firm and gentle–everything you imagined it to be. He captures your lips with certainty, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but the palm holding your neck in place is feather light. Johnny breaks away for a mere second, just to catch his breath, and you chase after him. You place your hand on his bicep, gripping his wet skin as he steals another sweet kiss from your lips.

“You,” he says in between heavy breaths, “just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

Your hand slides up his arm and rests against his jaw. He lovingly presses a peck on your palm and you finally recognize that familiar gleam in his eyes–the one he only aims at you– as the look of someone in love. 

“And you just made this the best summer ever,” you giggle in his hold. 

“Can I make it even better?”

“How can anything top this?” you ask, looking up at him.

Johnny rests his lips on your forehead and whispers five words into your skin, “Let me be your boyfriend.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he reassures you with a hopeful look in his brown eyes, “let me be your boyfriend.”

You answer him with another kiss, your fingers weaving into his short wet hair. He smiles at your eagerness and you feel his grin against your lips. He’s impossible to pull away from but you will yourself to do so, knowing that if you don’t let go now, you’ll most likely end up in the water with Johnny.

Your new boyfriend rests one more lingering kiss against your forehead. You revel in the feeling before he leans back. He sends a flirty wink your way before jumping right back into the fast stream with a cheerful yell. 

As soon as Johnny’s back in the water, Yeri and Wendy attach themselves to you. They scream different variations of “I told you so’s” into your ears as you process what just happened. You bubble with happiness, more giggles spilling from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your cheeks, hoping the pressure will cool you down. 

Johnny Suh, your crush for years, confessed his feelings for you and kissed you for the first time ever. It was a bridge you thought you would never cross and yet you’re bursting at the seams because you’re on your dream vacation and now have your dream man by your side. 

Nothing, you think, can get better than this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. big thanks to @aquarius-johnny for proofreading and nudging me to write again. v grateful!! to those of you that finished the fic, please tell me what you think! <3

© sehunniepotwrites, 2025

[lovesuhng]

I read all this with butterflies in my stomach and a huge smile on my face! It was everything I needed to read after such a tiring day. Great job ♥

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CROSSING BRIDGES | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. What was supposed to be a chill day by Munich’s iconic Eisbach River turns into the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire European getaway. Between stolen glances, sunburns, and shirtless mischief, your longtime crush Johnny Suh might finally be ready to turn playful flirtation into something real. But when a dare at the bridge pushes him to make a bold move—will he jump into the river, or into your heart? PAIRING. friend/crush!Johnny Suh x fem!reader GENRE. European Summer!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff WARNINGS. johnny jumps off a (low) bridge into the water? he's just following the munich locals tbh; jaehyun calls john a pussy lol WORD COUNT. 2.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hi, hello! i'm kinda sorta back! i wrote this as a break from the cruise!au i've been working on. thank you to the long weekend and my euro summer shenanigans for fueling my brain. before you read this, check out this video on the eisbach river so you can understand the setting/what exactly the characters are doing hehe! it will really paint the picture for you! the bridge appears at around 3:11 teehe!! enjoy and pls tell me what you think!

Six days into your two-week European Summer trip, your group finally has a slow day. It’s been nonstop sightseeing since the day you stepped foot in Europe, hustling from country to country, so you’re glad to finally have some rest and relaxation time.

You need to thank Yeri for creating the perfect itinerary. Because of her, you’ve been able to stroll the grounds of the famous English Garden–Munich’s large inner-city park– before setting up a picnic by the unique Eisbach River. The river itself is a manmade canal, branching off of the larger Isar River, that features a permanent artificial wave and current created by submerged concrete blocks. When you saw the rough plan of your route, you were ecstatic to see that a Munich stop was planned and begged for a day by the river. You’ve seen countless videos of the area–how surfers come from all over the world to ride the waves  while others jump in the stream to float through the fast current. 

And now, here you are, sitting close to the canal on a stolen hotel bedsheet, watching your friends enjoy their time in the water. You see Jaehyun push an unexpecting Mark into the water. The younger, refusing to go down alone, uses his fast reflexes to drag Jaehyun down with him. Their loud fit of laughter fades as they quickly float down stream and out of your sight.

The sun you’ve been basking in suddenly disappears, a large shadow hovering above you. You frown at the loss of warmth and look up to see a soaked Johnny peering down at you. Your lips twist even more when your friend shakes his wet hair over you, the cold droplets hitting your skin. 

“Hey!” you hiss, drying yourself with the closest thing you can find–his button up. 

When Johnny realizes what you’re doing, he lets out a dramatic scoff and snatches it out of your hands. “That’s not a towel!”

“Well, that’s what you get for getting me wet!” Johnny smirks at your words, his thoughts taking them down a dirtier route, and you roll your eyes at the implication.

“Are you done for the day?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you.

 “Nah, just taking a break, I’ll get back in the water in a few,” you shake your head before gesturing to the abundance of open snacks next to you, “I got hungry.”

He laughs, “I can see that.” Johnny reaches over, his shirtless torso positioned above you for a matter of seconds, to grab the closest snack. You turn your head away, hiding your flushed face from the guy who invaded your space and your heart. 

You’ve had a small crush on Johnny since the day your housemate, Mark, introduced you to his best friend. The guy was easy to get along with–funny, incredibly respectful, and effortlessly handsome with his pretty smile. Despite his strong and somewhat intimidating build, Johnny was so approachable and your heart immediately latched onto him. 

At first, you thought your feelings were unrequited. Then, you began to notice the little things he did around you. Johnny paid close attention to the passing comments you made and brought them up when you least expected it. Once, you talked about loving the new pastry menu from the cafe down the block and the next time Johnny stopped by your house, he brought you a box of pastries just to see you smile. 

Whenever you went out with the rest of the group, he stayed close to you, constantly making sure you were okay. When you were out at a karaoke pub in Salzburg a day or two before, he immediately stepped in to protect you from guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He refused to leave your side for the rest of the night, ordering your drinks with his arm permanently circled around your waist. 

Johnny was the type to jokingly flirt with everybody just to fluster people but somehow, it seemed different with you. His brown eyes seem to soften, his words sounding more intentional, his touches light and lingering but you never received a telltale sign that he was into you. Just like now.

Johnny’s smile turns upside down when he sees the redness on your shoulders. His fingers brush against your skin and you flinch at his soft touch. “Your shoulders burned.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I left my cover up at the hotel. I just have my tank top with me.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else, he just reaches over to grab his button up and drapes it over your shoulders. You shyly slide your arms through the sleeves, noting how his clothes seem so oversized on you. You hide your embarrassed face with the edge of his sleeves and are instantly hit with a whiff of his cologne–a grounding, earthy scent that matches exactly who he is. It’s like receiving a warm hug from him and though the weather is beating you down, you don’t think you ever want to take it off.

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem,” Johnny says back before leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

You steal another glance at him, admiring the way his position highlights the hard work he’s put into keeping fit. His swim trunks hang low on his hips and his upper arms flex while keeping his built torso upright while his wet, tan skin glistens under the sun.

You look away when he turns in your direction, trying to find his phone to check the time. Despite the tension rising between you since this vacation started, you still can’t bring yourself to make a move. You promised Yeri you would before the trip ended but it’s easier said than done. 

“Wanna sit at the water’s edge with me?” Johnny’s voice breaks through the silence. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” you smile. 

He gets up first and offers you his hand. You slip your palm into his larger one and butterflies erupt in your stomach when he pulls you up with ease. His hand remains in yours as you walk to the edge, a short distance away from Yeri and Wendy, and gestures for you to take a seat. 

You’re surprised when he steps into the water instead of taking his place next to you. The shock increases tenfold when Johnny, with his wet, black hair and charming smile, settles his arms on either side of you. You can’t say that you’re trapped in between him and the canal’s edge–you can easily wiggle your way out of the situation if you want to–but you feel like you are. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper back. In your nervousness, your feet swing back and forth. They occasionally brush against his leg a couple of times but you can’t stop them from moving–it’s the only thing keeping you calm in this situation of yours. 

“You,” he starts to say. He pauses, one of his hands clutching the concrete railing a bit tighter before dropping into the water.

“Yeah?” you tilt your head.

Johnny’s fingers flex before he reaches up to push a stray hair away from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, his palm coming back up to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while his eyes drift down to your body. His stare focuses on how his big shirt hangs off your shoulders, the sight of you in his clothes forming unspeakable thoughts in his head.

Johnny meets your gaze. “You just look really good in my clothes,” he lets out a low chuckle.

You fix your eyes on his lips for just a second, “I do?”

Before he can reply, Mark and Jaehyun make their way back to you. They swim over and take a seat on the edge with you, which makes Johnny lean back, and end the moment that caused your heart to beat a mile a minute.

“John,” Jaehyun claps the eldest’s back. 

“What?” Johnny snaps, annoyed with how things turned out.

“You gotta do the bridge thing, man!” Jaehyun encourages, “It’s now or never!”

“Never!” Johnny refuses.

“Pussy!” 

“C’mon, we talked about this, dude,” Mark adds with determination seeping through his eyes, like there’s a hidden implication behind the youngest’s words. “You have to.”

“What bridge thing?”

The boys share a look, Johnny trying to silence them with a glare, before he smiles at you. “There’s a low bridge down the way, not that high above the water’s surface. A lot of people floating down the current try to grab it as they pass under it. Some even climb over onto the bridge just to jump off on the other side, it’s a whole thing here.”

“Oh, then you guys have to do it!” you push, “I mean when are we ever going to be back here, right?”

“Yeah, John,” your housemate eggs your crush on, “When are you going to have this chance again?”

Johnny sighs in defeat, turning towards the boys, “Fine.” 

The other two cheer, shaking each other with excitement. They make their way over to the other girls a few steps away and they screech at the news. You don’t know why they’re so pumped for this but regardless, you grin at their antics. 

Your crush turns to you and places a hand on your bare thigh. His palm is cold from the water but your skin turns hot at the touch. Not knowing how much the contact affects you, Johnny gestures to his phone, “Hey, film me on the bridge? It’s just down that way, not too far from here.” 

“And why would I do that?” you tease him with a giggle. Your words suggest one thing but you grab his phone regardless, already getting ready to do the task he’s asking of you.

“Because I’m the one who takes most of your pictures that end up on Instagram anyway,” Johnny rolls his eyes, lightly smacking your thigh, “it’s time for you to return the favor.”

You scrunch your nose at him, “I never asked you to take those photos of me, you know.”

Johnny adds pressure on his palms and pushes himself up until he’s at eye level with you. “What can I say? I like taking pictures of pretty things.”

You place a hand on his chest to create some space between the two of you, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating at the speed of light. “Shut up.”

Knowing he’s flustered you, he grins. “Go on ahead. The current’s pretty strong so we’ll let you girls get a head start and meet you there.”

You nod before following Wendy and Yeri’s lead to the bridge. They jumped off the bridge earlier, while you left the water to eat. Linking arms with you, they teased you endlessly about Johnny. You try to brush them off, stressing that nothing happened, but your girl friends are too stubborn to accept that answer. 

The three of you make it to the bridge in no time, planting yourselves in the middle of the structure. With Johnny’s phone in hand, you aim it at the water and patiently wait for the boys to float along the stream. It isn’t long before you catch sight of the trio, Jaehyun and Mark hyping Johnny up once the bridge comes into view. 

Pressing record, you follow Johnny’s path in the river canal. The camera captures him in high-definition as he swims with the fast current. From down below, the man still finds you and his grin increases tenfold. Your heart stutters in your chest, knowing that smile is just for you. As he approaches the bridge, you quickly lean against the railing and hover your camera over the water. 

The black-haired man extends one arm up to the sky and grabs hold of the bridge with ease. You’re sure the camera picks up the loud gasp you let out as he pulls himself up and out of the water with a confident smirk. This may have been the hottest exertion of his strength you’ve ever seen and you’re certain the moment will stay in your mind for months. 

Johnny reaches his other arm to grip the bridge’s caging to hoist himself onto the bridge. The two of you now stand face to face with just the metal barricade keeping your bodies apart. His sudden close proximity leaves you shellshocked, the hand holding his phone dropping to your side. With one hand on the railing and the other cupping your face, he leans forward, just enough to brush his nose against yours.

Your breath hitches and you sense his eyes searching your face, waiting for your reaction. You know that if you pull away, he’d take it in stride but you, with your pounding heartbeat and butterflies making their home in your belly, lean forward instead and nudge his nose back.

Johnny releases a relieved chuckle. “Finally,” he whispers before closing the distance. 

Johnny’s  kiss is both firm and gentle–everything you imagined it to be. He captures your lips with certainty, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but the palm holding your neck in place is feather light. Johnny breaks away for a mere second, just to catch his breath, and you chase after him. You place your hand on his bicep, gripping his wet skin as he steals another sweet kiss from your lips.

“You,” he says in between heavy breaths, “just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

Your hand slides up his arm and rests against his jaw. He lovingly presses a peck on your palm and you finally recognize that familiar gleam in his eyes–the one he only aims at you– as the look of someone in love. 

“And you just made this the best summer ever,” you giggle in his hold. 

“Can I make it even better?”

“How can anything top this?” you ask, looking up at him.

Johnny rests his lips on your forehead and whispers five words into your skin, “Let me be your boyfriend.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he reassures you with a hopeful look in his brown eyes, “let me be your boyfriend.”

You answer him with another kiss, your fingers weaving into his short wet hair. He smiles at your eagerness and you feel his grin against your lips. He’s impossible to pull away from but you will yourself to do so, knowing that if you don’t let go now, you’ll most likely end up in the water with Johnny.

Your new boyfriend rests one more lingering kiss against your forehead. You revel in the feeling before he leans back. He sends a flirty wink your way before jumping right back into the fast stream with a cheerful yell. 

As soon as Johnny’s back in the water, Yeri and Wendy attach themselves to you. They scream different variations of “I told you so’s” into your ears as you process what just happened. You bubble with happiness, more giggles spilling from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your cheeks, hoping the pressure will cool you down. 

Johnny Suh, your crush for years, confessed his feelings for you and kissed you for the first time ever. It was a bridge you thought you would never cross and yet you’re bursting at the seams because you’re on your dream vacation and now have your dream man by your side. 

Nothing, you think, can get better than this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. big thanks to @aquarius-johnny for proofreading and nudging me to write again. v grateful!! to those of you that finished the fic, please tell me what you think! <3

© sehunniepotwrites, 2025

[sillybeanstrings]

too freaking cute!!!! johnny the man that you are!!!! 😭

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CROSSING BRIDGES | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. What was supposed to be a chill day by Munich’s iconic Eisbach River turns into the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire European getaway. Between stolen glances, sunburns, and shirtless mischief, your longtime crush Johnny Suh might finally be ready to turn playful flirtation into something real. But when a dare at the bridge pushes him to make a bold move—will he jump into the river, or into your heart? PAIRING. friend/crush!Johnny Suh x fem!reader GENRE. European Summer!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff WARNINGS. johnny jumps off a (low) bridge into the water? he's just following the munich locals tbh WORD COUNT. 2.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hi, hello! i'm kinda sorta back! i wrote this as a break from the cruise!au i've been working on. thank you to the long weekend and my euro summer shenanigans for fueling my brain. before you read this, check out this video on the eisbach river so you can understand the setting/what exactly the characters are doing hehe! it will really paint the picture for you! the bridge appears at around 3:11 teehe!! enjoy and pls tell me what you think!

Six days into your two-week European Summer trip, your group finally has a slow day. It’s been nonstop sightseeing since the day you stepped foot in Europe, hustling from country to country, so you’re glad to finally have some rest and relaxation time.

You need to thank Yeri for creating the perfect itinerary. Because of her, you’ve been able to stroll the grounds of the famous English Garden–Munich’s large inner-city park– before setting up a picnic by the unique Eisbach River. The river itself is a manmade canal, branching off of the larger Isar River, that features a permanent artificial wave and current created by submerged concrete blocks. When you saw the rough plan of your route, you were ecstatic to see that a Munich stop was planned and begged for a day by the river. You’ve seen countless videos of the area–how surfers come from all over the world to ride the waves  while others jump in the stream to float through the fast current. 

And now, here you are, sitting close to the canal on a stolen hotel bedsheet, watching your friends enjoy their time in the water. You see Jaehyun push an unexpecting Mark into the water. The younger, refusing to go down alone, uses his fast reflexes to drag Jaehyun down with him. Their loud fit of laughter fades as they quickly float down stream and out of your sight.

The sun you’ve been basking in suddenly disappears, a large shadow hovering above you. You frown at the loss of warmth and look up to see a soaked Johnny peering down at you. Your lips twist even more when your friend shakes his wet hair over you, the cold droplets hitting your skin. 

“Hey!” you hiss, drying yourself with the closest thing you can find–his button up. 

When Johnny realizes what you’re doing, he lets out a dramatic scoff and snatches it out of your hands. “That’s not a towel!”

“Well, that’s what you get for getting me wet!” Johnny smirks at your words, his thoughts taking them down a dirtier route, and you roll your eyes at the implication.

“Are you done for the day?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you.

 “Nah, just taking a break, I’ll get back in the water in a few,” you shake your head before gesturing to the abundance of open snacks next to you, “I got hungry.”

He laughs, “I can see that.” Johnny reaches over, his shirtless torso positioned above you for a matter of seconds, to grab the closest snack. You turn your head away, hiding your flushed face from the guy who invaded your space and your heart. 

You’ve had a small crush on Johnny since the day your housemate, Mark, introduced you to his best friend. The guy was easy to get along with–funny, incredibly respectful, and effortlessly handsome with his pretty smile. Despite his strong and somewhat intimidating build, Johnny was so approachable and your heart immediately latched onto him. 

At first, you thought your feelings were unrequited. Then, you began to notice the little things he did around you. Johnny paid close attention to the passing comments you made and brought them up when you least expected it. Once, you talked about loving the new pastry menu from the cafe down the block and the next time Johnny stopped by your house, he brought you a box of pastries just to see you smile. 

Whenever you went out with the rest of the group, he stayed close to you, constantly making sure you were okay. When you were out at a karaoke pub in Salzburg a day or two before, he immediately stepped in to protect you from guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He refused to leave your side for the rest of the night, ordering your drinks with his arm permanently circled around your waist. 

Johnny was the type to jokingly flirt with everybody just to fluster people but somehow, it seemed different with you. His brown eyes seem to soften, his words sounding more intentional, his touches light and lingering but you never received a telltale sign that he was into you. Just like now.

Johnny’s smile turns upside down when he sees the redness on your shoulders. His fingers brush against your skin and you flinch at his soft touch. “Your shoulders burned.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I left my cover up at the hotel. I just have my tank top with me.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else, he just reaches over to grab his button up and drapes it over your shoulders. You shyly slide your arms through the sleeves, noting how his clothes seem so oversized on you. You hide your embarrassed face with the edge of his sleeves and are instantly hit with a whiff of his cologne–a grounding, earthy scent that matches exactly who he is. It’s like receiving a warm hug from him and though the weather is beating you down, you don’t think you ever want to take it off.

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem,” Johnny says back before leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

You steal another glance at him, admiring the way his position highlights the hard work he’s put into keeping fit. His swim trunks hang low on his hips and his upper arms flex while keeping his built torso upright while his wet, tan skin glistens under the sun.

You look away when he turns in your direction, trying to find his phone to check the time. Despite the tension rising between you since this vacation started, you still can’t bring yourself to make a move. You promised Yeri you would before the trip ended but it’s easier said than done. 

“Wanna sit at the water’s edge with me?” Johnny’s voice breaks through the silence. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” you smile. 

He gets up first and offers you his hand. You slip your palm into his larger one and butterflies erupt in your stomach when he pulls you up with ease. His hand remains in yours as you walk to the edge, a short distance away from Yeri and Wendy, and gestures for you to take a seat. 

You’re surprised when he steps into the water instead of taking his place next to you. The shock increases tenfold when Johnny, with his wet, black hair and charming smile, settles his arms on either side of you. You can’t say that you’re trapped in between him and the canal’s edge–you can easily wiggle your way out of the situation if you want to–but you feel like you are. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper back. In your nervousness, your feet swing back and forth. They occasionally brush against his leg a couple of times but you can’t stop them from moving–it’s the only thing keeping you calm in this situation of yours. 

“You,” he starts to say. He pauses, one of his hands clutching the concrete railing a bit tighter before dropping into the water.

“Yeah?” you tilt your head.

Johnny’s fingers flex before he reaches up to push a stray hair away from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, his palm coming back up to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while his eyes drift down to your body. His stare focuses on how his big shirt hangs off your shoulders, the sight of you in his clothes forming unspeakable thoughts in his head.

Johnny meets your gaze. “You just look really good in my clothes,” he lets out a low chuckle.

You fix your eyes on his lips for just a second, “I do?”

Before he can reply, Mark and Jaehyun make their way back to you. They swim over and take a seat on the edge with you, which makes Johnny lean back, and end the moment that caused your heart to beat a mile a minute.

“John,” Jaehyun claps the eldest’s back. 

“What?” Johnny snaps, annoyed with how things turned out.

“You gotta do the bridge thing, man!” Jaehyun encourages, “It’s now or never!”

“Never!” Johnny refuses.

“Pussy!” 

“C’mon, we talked about this, dude,” Mark adds with determination seeping through his eyes, like there’s a hidden implication behind the youngest’s words. “You have to.”

“What bridge thing?”

The boys share a look, Johnny trying to silence them with a glare, before he smiles at you. “There’s a low bridge down the way, not that high above the water’s surface. A lot of people floating down the current try to grab it as they pass under it. Some even climb over onto the bridge just to jump off on the other side, it’s a whole thing here.”

“Oh, then you guys have to do it!” you push, “I mean when are we ever going to be back here, right?”

“Yeah, John,” your housemate eggs your crush on, “When are you going to have this chance again?”

Johnny sighs in defeat, turning towards the boys, “Fine.” 

The other two cheer, shaking each other with excitement. They make their way over to the other girls a few steps away and they screech at the news. You don’t know why they’re so pumped for this but regardless, you grin at their antics. 

Your crush turns to you and places a hand on your bare thigh. His palm is cold from the water but your skin turns hot at the touch. Not knowing how much the contact affects you, Johnny gestures to his phone, “Hey, film me on the bridge? It’s just down that way, not too far from here.” 

“And why would I do that?” you tease him with a giggle. Your words suggest one thing but you grab his phone regardless, already getting ready to do the task he’s asking of you.

“Because I’m the one who takes most of your pictures that end up on Instagram anyway,” Johnny rolls his eyes, lightly smacking your thigh, “it’s time for you to return the favor.”

You scrunch your nose at him, “I never asked you to take those photos of me, you know.”

Johnny adds pressure on his palms and pushes himself up until he’s at eye level with you. “What can I say? I like taking pictures of pretty things.”

You place a hand on his chest to create some space between the two of you, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating at the speed of light. “Shut up.”

Knowing he’s flustered you, he grins. “Go on ahead. The current’s pretty strong so we’ll let you girls get a head start and meet you there.”

You nod before following Wendy and Yeri’s lead to the bridge. They jumped off the bridge earlier, while you left the water to eat. Linking arms with you, they teased you endlessly about Johnny. You try to brush them off, stressing that nothing happened, but your girl friends are too stubborn to accept that answer. 

The three of you make it to the bridge in no time, planting yourselves in the middle of the structure. With Johnny’s phone in hand, you aim it at the water and patiently wait for the boys to float along the stream. It isn’t long before you catch sight of the trio, Jaehyun and Mark hyping Johnny up once the bridge comes into view. 

Pressing record, you follow Johnny’s path in the river canal. The camera captures him in high-definition as he swims with the fast current. From down below, the man still finds you and his grin increases tenfold. Your heart stutters in your chest, knowing that smile is just for you. As he approaches the bridge, you quickly lean against the railing and hover your camera over the water. 

The black-haired man extends one arm up to the sky and grabs hold of the bridge with ease. You’re sure the camera picks up the loud gasp you let out as he pulls himself up and out of the water with a confident smirk. This may have been the hottest exertion of his strength you’ve ever seen and you’re certain the moment will stay in your mind for months. 

Johnny reaches his other arm to grip the bridge’s caging to hoist himself onto the bridge. The two of you now stand face to face with just the metal barricade keeping your bodies apart. His sudden close proximity leaves you shellshocked, the hand holding his phone dropping to your side. With one hand on the railing and the other cupping your face, he leans forward, just enough to brush his nose against yours.

Your breath hitches and you sense his eyes searching your face, waiting for your reaction. You know that if you pull away, he’d take it in stride but you, with your pounding heartbeat and butterflies making their home in your belly, lean forward instead and nudge his nose back.

Johnny releases a relieved chuckle. “Finally,” he whispers before closing the distance. 

Johnny’s  kiss is both firm and gentle–everything you imagined it to be. He captures your lips with certainty, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but the palm holding your neck in place is feather light. Johnny breaks away for a mere second, just to catch his breath, and you chase after him. You place your hand on his bicep, gripping his wet skin as he steals another sweet kiss from your lips.

“You,” he says in between heavy breaths, “just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

Your hand slides up his arm and rests against his jaw. He lovingly presses a peck on your palm and you finally recognize that familiar gleam in his eyes–the one he only aims at you– as the look of someone in love. 

“And you just made this the best summer ever,” you giggle in his hold. 

“Can I make it even better?”

“How can anything top this?” you ask, looking up at him.

Johnny rests his lips on your forehead and whispers five words into your skin, “Let me be your boyfriend.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he reassures you with a hopeful look in his brown eyes, “let me be your boyfriend.”

You answer him with another kiss, your fingers weaving into his short wet hair. He smiles at your eagerness and you feel his grin against your lips. He’s impossible to pull away from but you will yourself to do so, knowing that if you don’t let go now, you’ll most likely end up in the water with Johnny.

Your new boyfriend rests one more lingering kiss against your forehead. You revel in the feeling before he leans back. He sends a flirty wink your way before jumping right back into the fast stream with a cheerful yell. 

As soon as Johnny’s back in the water, Yeri and Wendy attach themselves to you. They scream different variations of “I told you so’s” into your ears as you process what just happened. You bubble with happiness, more giggles spilling from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your cheeks, hoping the pressure will cool you down. 

Johnny Suh, your crush for years, confessed his feelings for you and kissed you for the first time ever. It was a bridge you thought you would never cross and yet you’re bursting at the seams because you’re on your dream vacation and now have your dream man by your side. 

Nothing, you think, can get better than this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. big thanks to @aquarius-johnny for proofreading and nudging me to write again. v grateful!! to those of you that finished the fic, please tell me what you think! <3

© sehunniepotwrites, 2025

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i like me better (when i’m with you) | masterlist

SYNOPSIS. How have two people never met when they’ve shared a group of mutual friends for the past year? That was the first question their friends had. Despite being in the same circle, Y/N and Jeong Jaehyun had never crossed paths. Knowing they would be good for each other due to your similar interests and past experiences, their friends decide to play a little game of matchmaker and give both their hopeless romantics they call friends a chance at love. 

Now the second question was: would everything go according to plan?

alternatively, the fluffy strangers to lovers college!au in which your friends are tired of you complaining about being single and find your perfect match in the one and only campus DJ, Jeong Jaehyun.

PAIRING. kinesiology major!Jeong Jaehyun x (f) liberal studies major!reader GENRE. college!au, strangers to lovers!au, radio dj!jaehyun, skater!reader, angst, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. language, food and alcohol consumption, college parties, physical and verbal assault, blood, sexual content (making out, partial nudity, dry humping—minors, dni with chapters! you can skip them!)

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IMO, still the best Jaehyun AU I’ve read.

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CROSSING BRIDGES | JH.S

SYNOPSIS. What was supposed to be a chill day by Munich’s iconic Eisbach River turns into the moment you’ve been waiting for your entire European getaway. Between stolen glances, sunburns, and shirtless mischief, your longtime crush Johnny Suh might finally be ready to turn playful flirtation into something real. But when a dare at the bridge pushes him to make a bold move—will he jump into the river, or into your heart? PAIRING. friend/crush!Johnny Suh x fem!reader GENRE. European Summer!AU | Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Fluff WARNINGS. johnny jumps off a (low) bridge into the water? he's just following the munich locals tbh WORD COUNT. 2.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hi, hello! i'm kinda sorta back! i wrote this as a break from the cruise!au i've been working on. thank you to the long weekend and my euro summer shenanigans for fueling my brain. before you read this, check out this video on the eisbach river so you can understand the setting/what exactly the characters are doing hehe! it will really paint the picture for you! the bridge appears at around 3:11 teehe!! enjoy and pls tell me what you think!

Six days into your two-week European Summer trip, your group finally has a slow day. It’s been nonstop sightseeing since the day you stepped foot in Europe, hustling from country to country, so you’re glad to finally have some rest and relaxation time.

You need to thank Yeri for creating the perfect itinerary. Because of her, you’ve been able to stroll the grounds of the famous English Garden–Munich’s large inner-city park– before setting up a picnic by the unique Eisbach River. The river itself is a manmade canal, branching off of the larger Isar River, that features a permanent artificial wave and current created by submerged concrete blocks. When you saw the rough plan of your route, you were ecstatic to see that a Munich stop was planned and begged for a day by the river. You’ve seen countless videos of the area–how surfers come from all over the world to ride the waves  while others jump in the stream to float through the fast current. 

And now, here you are, sitting close to the canal on a stolen hotel bedsheet, watching your friends enjoy their time in the water. You see Jaehyun push an unexpecting Mark into the water. The younger, refusing to go down alone, uses his fast reflexes to drag Jaehyun down with him. Their loud fit of laughter fades as they quickly float down stream and out of your sight.

The sun you’ve been basking in suddenly disappears, a large shadow hovering above you. You frown at the loss of warmth and look up to see a soaked Johnny peering down at you. Your lips twist even more when your friend shakes his wet hair over you, the cold droplets hitting your skin. 

“Hey!” you hiss, drying yourself with the closest thing you can find–his button up. 

When Johnny realizes what you’re doing, he lets out a dramatic scoff and snatches it out of your hands. “That’s not a towel!”

“Well, that’s what you get for getting me wet!” Johnny smirks at your words, his thoughts taking them down a dirtier route, and you roll your eyes at the implication.

“Are you done for the day?” he asks as he takes a seat next to you.

 “Nah, just taking a break, I’ll get back in the water in a few,” you shake your head before gesturing to the abundance of open snacks next to you, “I got hungry.”

He laughs, “I can see that.” Johnny reaches over, his shirtless torso positioned above you for a matter of seconds, to grab the closest snack. You turn your head away, hiding your flushed face from the guy who invaded your space and your heart. 

You’ve had a small crush on Johnny since the day your housemate, Mark, introduced you to his best friend. The guy was easy to get along with–funny, incredibly respectful, and effortlessly handsome with his pretty smile. Despite his strong and somewhat intimidating build, Johnny was so approachable and your heart immediately latched onto him. 

At first, you thought your feelings were unrequited. Then, you began to notice the little things he did around you. Johnny paid close attention to the passing comments you made and brought them up when you least expected it. Once, you talked about loving the new pastry menu from the cafe down the block and the next time Johnny stopped by your house, he brought you a box of pastries just to see you smile. 

Whenever you went out with the rest of the group, he stayed close to you, constantly making sure you were okay. When you were out at a karaoke pub in Salzburg a day or two before, he immediately stepped in to protect you from guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He refused to leave your side for the rest of the night, ordering your drinks with his arm permanently circled around your waist. 

Johnny was the type to jokingly flirt with everybody just to fluster people but somehow, it seemed different with you. His brown eyes seem to soften, his words sounding more intentional, his touches light and lingering but you never received a telltale sign that he was into you. Just like now.

Johnny’s smile turns upside down when he sees the redness on your shoulders. His fingers brush against your skin and you flinch at his soft touch. “Your shoulders burned.”

“Shit,” you groan, “I left my cover up at the hotel. I just have my tank top with me.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything else, he just reaches over to grab his button up and drapes it over your shoulders. You shyly slide your arms through the sleeves, noting how his clothes seem so oversized on you. You hide your embarrassed face with the edge of his sleeves and are instantly hit with a whiff of his cologne–a grounding, earthy scent that matches exactly who he is. It’s like receiving a warm hug from him and though the weather is beating you down, you don’t think you ever want to take it off.

“Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem,” Johnny says back before leaning back on the palms of his hands. 

You steal another glance at him, admiring the way his position highlights the hard work he’s put into keeping fit. His swim trunks hang low on his hips and his upper arms flex while keeping his built torso upright while his wet, tan skin glistens under the sun.

You look away when he turns in your direction, trying to find his phone to check the time. Despite the tension rising between you since this vacation started, you still can’t bring yourself to make a move. You promised Yeri you would before the trip ended but it’s easier said than done. 

“Wanna sit at the water’s edge with me?” Johnny’s voice breaks through the silence. “You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” you smile. 

He gets up first and offers you his hand. You slip your palm into his larger one and butterflies erupt in your stomach when he pulls you up with ease. His hand remains in yours as you walk to the edge, a short distance away from Yeri and Wendy, and gestures for you to take a seat. 

You’re surprised when he steps into the water instead of taking his place next to you. The shock increases tenfold when Johnny, with his wet, black hair and charming smile, settles his arms on either side of you. You can’t say that you’re trapped in between him and the canal’s edge–you can easily wiggle your way out of the situation if you want to–but you feel like you are. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” you whisper back. In your nervousness, your feet swing back and forth. They occasionally brush against his leg a couple of times but you can’t stop them from moving–it’s the only thing keeping you calm in this situation of yours. 

“You,” he starts to say. He pauses, one of his hands clutching the concrete railing a bit tighter before dropping into the water.

“Yeah?” you tilt your head.

Johnny’s fingers flex before he reaches up to push a stray hair away from your face. He tucks it behind your ear, his palm coming back up to cup your jaw. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek while his eyes drift down to your body. His stare focuses on how his big shirt hangs off your shoulders, the sight of you in his clothes forming unspeakable thoughts in his head.

Johnny meets your gaze. “You just look really good in my clothes,” he lets out a low chuckle.

You fix your eyes on his lips for just a second, “I do?”

Before he can reply, Mark and Jaehyun make their way back to you. They swim over and take a seat on the edge with you, which makes Johnny lean back, and end the moment that caused your heart to beat a mile a minute.

“John,” Jaehyun claps the eldest’s back. 

“What?” Johnny snaps, annoyed with how things turned out.

“You gotta do the bridge thing, man!” Jaehyun encourages, “It’s now or never!”

“Never!” Johnny refuses.

“Pussy!” 

“C’mon, we talked about this, dude,” Mark adds with determination seeping through his eyes, like there’s a hidden implication behind the youngest’s words. “You have to.”

“What bridge thing?”

The boys share a look, Johnny trying to silence them with a glare, before he smiles at you. “There’s a low bridge down the way, not that high above the water’s surface. A lot of people floating down the current try to grab it as they pass under it. Some even climb over onto the bridge just to jump off on the other side, it’s a whole thing here.”

“Oh, then you guys have to do it!” you push, “I mean when are we ever going to be back here, right?”

“Yeah, John,” your housemate eggs your crush on, “When are you going to have this chance again?”

Johnny sighs in defeat, turning towards the boys, “Fine.” 

The other two cheer, shaking each other with excitement. They make their way over to the other girls a few steps away and they screech at the news. You don’t know why they’re so pumped for this but regardless, you grin at their antics. 

Your crush turns to you and places a hand on your bare thigh. His palm is cold from the water but your skin turns hot at the touch. Not knowing how much the contact affects you, Johnny gestures to his phone, “Hey, film me on the bridge? It’s just down that way, not too far from here.” 

“And why would I do that?” you tease him with a giggle. Your words suggest one thing but you grab his phone regardless, already getting ready to do the task he’s asking of you.

“Because I’m the one who takes most of your pictures that end up on Instagram anyway,” Johnny rolls his eyes, lightly smacking your thigh, “it’s time for you to return the favor.”

You scrunch your nose at him, “I never asked you to take those photos of me, you know.”

Johnny adds pressure on his palms and pushes himself up until he’s at eye level with you. “What can I say? I like taking pictures of pretty things.”

You place a hand on his chest to create some space between the two of you, hoping he can’t hear your heart beating at the speed of light. “Shut up.”

Knowing he’s flustered you, he grins. “Go on ahead. The current’s pretty strong so we’ll let you girls get a head start and meet you there.”

You nod before following Wendy and Yeri’s lead to the bridge. They jumped off the bridge earlier, while you left the water to eat. Linking arms with you, they teased you endlessly about Johnny. You try to brush them off, stressing that nothing happened, but your girl friends are too stubborn to accept that answer. 

The three of you make it to the bridge in no time, planting yourselves in the middle of the structure. With Johnny’s phone in hand, you aim it at the water and patiently wait for the boys to float along the stream. It isn’t long before you catch sight of the trio, Jaehyun and Mark hyping Johnny up once the bridge comes into view. 

Pressing record, you follow Johnny’s path in the river canal. The camera captures him in high-definition as he swims with the fast current. From down below, the man still finds you and his grin increases tenfold. Your heart stutters in your chest, knowing that smile is just for you. As he approaches the bridge, you quickly lean against the railing and hover your camera over the water. 

The black-haired man extends one arm up to the sky and grabs hold of the bridge with ease. You’re sure the camera picks up the loud gasp you let out as he pulls himself up and out of the water with a confident smirk. This may have been the hottest exertion of his strength you’ve ever seen and you’re certain the moment will stay in your mind for months. 

Johnny reaches his other arm to grip the bridge’s caging to hoist himself onto the bridge. The two of you now stand face to face with just the metal barricade keeping your bodies apart. His sudden close proximity leaves you shellshocked, the hand holding his phone dropping to your side. With one hand on the railing and the other cupping your face, he leans forward, just enough to brush his nose against yours.

Your breath hitches and you sense his eyes searching your face, waiting for your reaction. You know that if you pull away, he’d take it in stride but you, with your pounding heartbeat and butterflies making their home in your belly, lean forward instead and nudge his nose back.

Johnny releases a relieved chuckle. “Finally,” he whispers before closing the distance. 

Johnny’s  kiss is both firm and gentle–everything you imagined it to be. He captures your lips with certainty, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, but the palm holding your neck in place is feather light. Johnny breaks away for a mere second, just to catch his breath, and you chase after him. You place your hand on his bicep, gripping his wet skin as he steals another sweet kiss from your lips.

“You,” he says in between heavy breaths, “just made me the happiest guy in the world.”

Your hand slides up his arm and rests against his jaw. He lovingly presses a peck on your palm and you finally recognize that familiar gleam in his eyes–the one he only aims at you– as the look of someone in love. 

“And you just made this the best summer ever,” you giggle in his hold. 

“Can I make it even better?”

“How can anything top this?” you ask, looking up at him.

Johnny rests his lips on your forehead and whispers five words into your skin, “Let me be your boyfriend.”

“What?” 

“You heard me,” he reassures you with a hopeful look in his brown eyes, “let me be your boyfriend.”

You answer him with another kiss, your fingers weaving into his short wet hair. He smiles at your eagerness and you feel his grin against your lips. He’s impossible to pull away from but you will yourself to do so, knowing that if you don’t let go now, you’ll most likely end up in the water with Johnny.

Your new boyfriend rests one more lingering kiss against your forehead. You revel in the feeling before he leans back. He sends a flirty wink your way before jumping right back into the fast stream with a cheerful yell. 

As soon as Johnny’s back in the water, Yeri and Wendy attach themselves to you. They scream different variations of “I told you so’s” into your ears as you process what just happened. You bubble with happiness, more giggles spilling from your mouth. You cover your face with your hands, pressing your palms into your cheeks, hoping the pressure will cool you down. 

Johnny Suh, your crush for years, confessed his feelings for you and kissed you for the first time ever. It was a bridge you thought you would never cross and yet you’re bursting at the seams because you’re on your dream vacation and now have your dream man by your side. 

Nothing, you think, can get better than this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. big thanks to @aquarius-johnny for proofreading and nudging me to write again. v grateful!! to those of you that finished the fic, please tell me what you think! <3

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