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due to problems I had to open another blog and transform this one into an archive ㅠㅠ

I don't mean to delete anything but I will simply continue to be active and repost my stories of this blog on the new one so you can still read them^^

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Tagged - Kim Jongseob x reader

Kim Jongseob x reader oneshot ☄. *. ⋆

genre: fluff - friend to lovers - seob seob!! (idk)

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

likes and reblog are appreciated!! .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

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It started with a simple message.

Jongseob: “what if we hang out rn…”

You didn’t ask questions. You just put on your sneakers, grabbed your jacket, and met him on the street corner near your apartment.

He was already waiting, hood up, grinning like he’d just stolen something.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Not sure. Let’s just follow the green lights.”

And so, under the pale city glow, you walked. Past half-closed shops, through alleys still warm from the day’s sun. It felt aimless, but also like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

“Didn’t expect a night hike,” you joked.

“It’s not a hike,” he said. “It’s a quest. For… late-night snacks or smt else.”

You laughed. “Okay philosopher.”

Jongseob kicked an half-empty can on the sidewalk,

“…wanna do something stupid?”

You blinked at him. “Define stupid.”

He grinned. “Like… not dangerous. Just borderline illegal.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Are you trying to impress me with crime?”

“Is it working?”

“…maybe.”

That’s how you ended up in an alley behind a shuttered bookstore, Jongseob pulling out a drawstring bag with three tiny spray cans inside.

“You carry spray paint in your bag?” you asked.

“I like to be prepared,” he said, completely serious.

He handed you a can.

You giggled as he shook his black can. “Nothing too big. Just one wall. Something cool. Something us.”

The two of you got to work, giggling, the hiss of paint and the sound of sneakers shifting on pavement filling the night. You didn’t even care what you were painting, shapes, words, a weird little cat, it was messy and beautiful and yours.

Then… a flashlight beam sliced through the alley.

“HEY!”

You froze.

Jongseob grabbed your wrist. “Run.”

And just like that, the night exploded into motion.

You bolted down the alley, laughing and gasping, Jongseob pulling you through a shortcut behind a flower shop, then across the street.

You ducked behind a dumpster, breathless, hiding in the shadow of a brick wall.

“Are we criminals now?” you wheezed.

“We’re artists,” he said, grinning, cheeks flushed. “Very fast ones.”

You couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking right at you. “But you followed me.”

And you did. Without thinking twice.

Eventually you ended up, as usual, near at the bridge, not a famous one, just one of those wide, quiet ones that crossed over train tracks. From up there, you could see the city glowing below, lights flickering like fireflies trapped in glass.

You sat again, side by side. This time, you leaned your head on his shoulder without asking. He didn’t say anything, just gently rested his cheek against your hair.

“You know,” he said after a while, voice low, “tonight was kinda perfect.”

“Even with the cop?”

“Especially with the cop.”

You smiled. “I think I’ll remember this forever.”

You turned your head, caught off guard by how honest that sounded. “You’re getting kind of sentimental.”

He grinned. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I wish nights like this could last longer,” you whispered.

Jongseob didn’t answer right away.

Then, quietly “They do. If you remember them enough.”

You lifted your head, met his eyes. He looked so sincere in the glow of streetlights.

“I like you,” he said softly. “Like... way more than I should.”

Your heart jumped. “Why ‘should’?”

He smiled, nervous. “Because I didn’t want to ruin the best thing I’ve had in a long time.”

You reached for his hand, fingers threading through his. “...you didn’t ruin anything.”

He blinked. “No?”

You leaned in, just enough. “No.”

He kissed you then, soft and sudden, like the moment had been waiting all night to happen. And in that quiet place above the city, with the smell of spray paint still clinging to your sleeves, it felt exactly right.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

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Unspoken - Hwang Intak x reader

Hwang Intak x reader oneshot - 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

genre: fluff - college au - slow burn

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

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You didn’t mean to fall for your study partner.

Intak wasn’t even in your major, he was in the dance department, a fact made obvious by the constant scuffs on his sneakers and the way he stretched casually in public like it was second nature. But somehow, when you’d posted that desperate online request for a math study buddy before midterms, he was the only one who answered.

You had expected someone serious. Quiet. Maybe even a bit boring.

But instead, you got him.

“Sorry, I suck at math,” he said on the first day, sliding into the library seat across from you with a sheepish grin. “But I can bring snacks. And moral support.”

“You replied to a math study post… and you don’t even like math?” you asked, bewildered.

He shrugged. “I saw your profile picture. You looked stressed. Figured I could help.”

You blinked. “That’s…actually kind of nice?”

“Exactly” he said. “And hey, maybe you’ll end up tutoring me instead.”

It turned out he was right. Every study session after that turned into half tutoring, half joking around. You helped him with basic equations, and he helped you laugh through late-night mental breakdowns. He was never pushy, never flirted too obviously.

Just...present.

And somewhere between shared fries at the dining hall and him waiting outside your dorm during finals week with a iced tea in each hand, things shifted.

You started noticing how his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

How he always played with his rings when he was nervous.

How he listened, really listened, when you talked about the pressure of keeping your grades up for your scholarship.

After one night in your dorm, things settled into a rhythm, comfortably familiar.

You still studied together, though there was a little less studying and a little more off sharing playlists, doodling in the margins of your notebooks, splitting snacks in the back corner of the library where no one really cared if you laughed too loud.

It wasn’t dramatic. No sweeping declarations or stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways.

You found yourself looking for him before he arrived. Saving him a seat without thinking. Carrying an extra pen because he always forgot his. And in return, he never showed up empty-handed, sometimes it was a pack of gum, sometimes a coffee with your exact order written on the lid in messy handwriting.

One day, you were showing him how to solve a exercise and realized he wasn’t even looking at the paper. Just you.

“What?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light, even though your pulse had jumped.

He shrugged, like he hadn’t been caught. “Nothing. You just talk with your hands a lot.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending not to feel warm under his gaze. “And you never pay attention.”

“Not true,” he said. “I pay attention to the important stuff.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. You didn’t have to.

Weeks passed like that. Flirty without crossing the line. Close without committing to anything.

He started showing you dance videos, clips from his rehearsals, routines he liked, sometimes even the behind-the-scenes bloopers where he tripped or forgot choreography mid-performance.

“You’re kind of amazing at this,” you told him once, genuinely impressed.

He ducked his head, smile sheepish. “I’m alright.”

“No, really. You move like you’re not even thinking about it. Like it’s just...how you breathe.”

He looked up then, eyes soft in a way that made your stomach twist. “That’s kind of how I feel around you.”

It knocked the wind out of you for a second. But he didn’t push it further. Just let the words hang there before pivoting to something stupid, like arguing about which fries on campus were the best.

That was his way.

He never pressed. Never said too much.

But it was always there, in the way he stood a little too close when you walked side by side. In how he remembered the little things you said, even in passing. In how your shoulder always ended up against his by the end of every study session, like gravity was making the choice for you.

And you didn’t stop it.

You never stopped it.

Because whatever this was, it felt too good to rush.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

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Coffee & Confession - Kim Jongseob x reader

Kim Jongseob x reader oneshot - 𐙚⋆.˚୨ৎ

!! this is the pt.2 of -> hallway crushes !!

genre: fluff - school crushes - coffee date

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

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The café near the school wasn’t anything fancy, just a quiet corner shop with chipped mugs, warm lighting, and the smell of cinnamon and roasted beans in the air. But to Jongseob, it felt like a cathedral. His hands trembled slightly as he held the mug, steam curling around his fingers. Across from him, you sat with a soft smile, stirring your drink as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

But to him? This was unreal.

“I’m glad you messaged,” you said, breaking the silence first. “I didn’t expect it, honestly. I mean…not the cheesy line, but, I always saw you around.”

Jongseob blinked. “Wait, you noticed me?”

You chuckled, tapping your spoon lightly on the edge of the cup. “Yeah. You think I wouldn’t recognize the guy who stares at me like he’s watching a K-drama plot unfold?”

His face went red instantly. “Okay…ouch. But fair.”

You smiled wider, leaning forward. “I liked it, though. Kind of cute.”

And just like that, the awkwardness melted into laughter. Jongseob loosened up, telling you about how Intak basically forced him to act, how he rewrote the text a dozen times, and how he nearly threw his phone across the room after hitting send. You laughed at all of it, genuinely, and every time you did, he felt a little more at ease.

After a while, the conversation turned quieter. More thoughtful.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you asked softly.

He looked down into his coffee. “I think I was afraid that the real me wouldn’t live up to the version of you I’d built up in my head. You know? Sometimes…it’s easier to admire from a distance.”

You nodded slowly. “I get that. But you’re here now. And honestly, the real you? Pretty great so far.”

That made his heart stutter.

As the sky outside turned shades of orange and lavender, the two of you sat in that little café, lost in each other’s stories, glances, and quiet moments. By the end of it, Jongseob walked you to the bus stop, the air a little colder but his chest warmer than it had been in weeks.

“Same time next week?” he asked, already missing the sound of your voice.

You gave him a smile that made his knees weak. “Next time, you’re walking over without Intak’s help.”

“Deal.”

As the bus pulled away and you waved from the window, Jongseob stood there, grinning like a fool.

He felt that things were going to be like a daydream

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

~ I finally posted the pt.2 of hallway crushes, I hope you enjoyed it and as always if you have any requests feel free to write them in the ask box!! ★

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can we have a pt. 2 of Hallway crushes (if possible ofc)? 😽 btw i love your writing so much!!💖

thank u sm for the compliment, I appreciate it (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

btw, i'm working on that!!

sry if i've been inactive, in these months i've been very busy, but besides the pt.2 of hallway crushes i'm writing a brand new ff for yall' ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

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Hallway crushes - Kim Jongseob x reader

Kim Jongseob x reader oneshot ~ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

!! this is the pt.1 of -> Coffee & Confession !!

genre: fluff - school crushes

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

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School days are always filled with the usual chaos of lectures, assignments, and the never ending stream of thoughts that Jongseob's mind has. But there was one thing that had kept him distracted a thought that flickered through his head every few minutes, a thought that wouldn't leave him no matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else, you.

You his longtime crush from the hallway, the girl he'd admired from afar but never had the courage to talk to. He'd spent months watching you from across the halls of the school, wishing he could find a way tò approach you without stumbling over his words, without seeming like the awkward guy he sometimes was. He knew you didn't even notice him most of the time, and that thought made his chest ache.

But today something had changed. Something had finally clicked into place.

His friend, Intak, had caught him staring at you one afternoon while you were chatting with a group of friends. "Dude, just ask for her number," Intak had said, his tone casual, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.

"I don't know... what if it's weird?" Jongseob mumbled, still unsure.

Intak raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What's weird about it? It's just a number, man. She won't bite."

It was those words that clicked in Intak's mind. He wasn’t going to let his friend miss out on this opportunity. He was confident, and if anyone was going to take the first step, it might as well be him.

With a purposeful stride, he made his way over to where you were chatting with your friends in the school hallway after class. As he approached, you looked up, surprised, but greeted him with a warm smile.

Without hesitation, Intak met your gaze, his voice steady and assured. "Hey, could I get your number? it's for my friend" he points to jongseob in a corner all embarrassed by the situation.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but he smiled as you handed him a small folded note with your number written neatly on it.

"Thanks," Intak said smoothly, giving you a quick nod before turning back toward Jongseob.

When he reached his friend, Intak handed him the note with a grin. "Here you go, man."

Jongseob stared at the note, then at Intak, his eyes wide. "You actually did it?"

Intak shrugged with a cocky grin, clearly proud of himself. "Of course. What’s the big deal? Now you’ve got her number."

And now, Jongseob was sitting at his desk, staring at his phone. The screen was on, and his thumb hovered over the text message field.

What should he say? What could he say that didn't make him look like a complete weirdo?

He had already typed out a message several times deleting each one before sending.

"Hey, it's Jongseob from school. You probably don't remember me, but intak today asked your number for me"

Delete.

"Hi, it's Jongseob! You gave Intak your number today, and I wanted to tell you that i want know you better"

Delete.

And so it went, overthinking every word his fingers hovered over the keyboard as his mind raced, trying to figure out the right way to break the ice, but suddenly he remembered Intak's advice...

Finally he let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he typed the message.

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

"Dude, believe me girls are always down with this shi" Intak's word echoed in his mind.

He stared at the message for a long moment, is eyes flickering between the text and the blinking cursor.

Was it something he would actually write? No.

With one last glance at the screen, he hit send before he could second-guess himself and the advice his friend gave him again.

His heart thudded in his chest as he leaned back in the chair, feeling like he was about to explode. What if you didn't respond? What if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life?

But, then to his surprise, his phone buzzed with an incoming notification.

You had replied

"Sry, but who are you?"

Jongseob's eyes widened his pulse quickened. He read your message over and over again, his mind struggling to process it.

"Wait, are you Intak friend? Jongseob right??"

His fingers rushed over the screen as he typed back quickly.

"Yeah i'm Jongseob" he replied and added "so...how many times do i have to walk past you to get noticed?"

The phone buzzed again Jongseob's heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

"Honestly, you're pretty bold for a guy who's been hiding behind Intak the whole time, but i'll admit that i'm interested"

Jongseob’s heart fluttered as he read your message, his mind racing with the words. He couldn’t help but grin, relieved that you hadn’t written him off completely. Bold? He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, but he’d take it.

He quickly typed back, another message.

"Well, I figured if I kept waiting for the perfect moment, I might never get the chance. But now that I have it... what do you say? Want to grab coffee sometime? Just you and me, no Intak lurking around."

He hit send, not even giving himself time to second-guess. The minutes felt like hours as he stared at the screen, waiting for your response, his palms sweaty.

Then, the phone buzzed again.

"Sure, I’d like that."

Jongseob let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his heart soaring as he leaned back in his chair, finally allowing himself to smile. He had done it. He had actually done it.

And for the first time in a long while, Jongseob felt like maybe, just maybe, his world was about to change and,

his hallway crush wasn't just a crush anymore, it was something real.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

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Fading lights - Choi Jiung x reader

Choi Jiung x reader oneshot ~ ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

genre: angst

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy ^-^

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The sound of the rain outside echoed in the otherwise empty apartment, the quiet broken only by the occasional distant rumble of thunder. You sat on the edge of the couch, your fingers nervously tracing the edge of your phone. The screen was black, no messages, no calls. Just the silence that had taken over in the past few weeks.

It wasn't always like this.

When Jiung first came into your life, he'd been everything you could've hoped for kind, passionate, always there when you needed him. The little things he'd do to make you smile, the random "I love you" texts, the way he'd hold you when the world felt too heavy. It all seemed like a dream. But now, it felt like that dream was slipping through your fingers, the distance between you both widening with every passing day.

You thought things would change after the fight. You both argued about his long hours, about how much he'd been shutting you out, about the lack of communication. But after that argument, things didn't get better. They only got worse.

You sighed deeply, leaning back against the cushions and staring at the ceiling. How had everything become so cold?

Just a few weeks ago, Jiung had been your everything. Now, he felt like a stranger. You hadn't seen him in days, hadn't spoken to him in what felt like an eternity. The messages you did get from him were short, distant, as if he was trying to hold back. You could feel it, that wall he was putting up between you, and you didn't know how to tear it down.

You tried calling him once. And then twice. Three times, until your battery drained, and you were left with nothing but unanswered calls and empty hope. It wasn't like Jiung to be this way distant, closed off. He'd always been open with you before.

Maybe it wasn't a fight.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe it was always going to be this way.

Another buzz from your phone. Your heart skipped, thinking maybe, just maybe, it was Jiung. But when you looked, it was just a ted from a friend, asking how you were. You stared at the screen, not sure how to reply. How could you explain that you felt like you were losing the one person who meant everything to you?

The front door oponed with a soft creak. You froze Jiung was home. But the moment felt different this time distant, awkward. You didn't hear his usual cheerful greeting. Instead, there was only the sound of his shoes hitting the floor, heavy and slow. You stood up, tuming to face him. Jiung was standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark. He didn't smile at you, didn't reach for you like he used to. His presence, once so comforting, now felt like a shadow.

The End or the beginning of something broken...

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Under the moonlight - Haku Shota x reader

Haku Shota x reader oneshot ~ ˗ˏˋ ☾ ˎˊ˗

genre: stranger to lovers - fluff

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

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The park was always quiet at night.

The world outside seemed to fade away as the soft hum of the city grew distant.

The only sound that remained was the gentle rustling of the trees and the rhythmic tapping of your sneakers on the street. It had become your nightly ritual, an escape, a way to clear your mind after the chaos of the day.

You had no particular reason for walking at this hour, but something about the calm of the night, the solitude, soothed you. The park was just close enough to your apartment that you could get there without too much effort, yet far enough that it felt like a different world.

One night, as you strolled along the usual path, you noticed a figure in the distance, a person standing by the fountain. He was tall, with dark hair and a striking presence, almost as if he was part of the night itself. You didn't think much of it at first. It wasn't unusual to see others in the park late at night, especially in a city like this, but there was something about the way he stood there, staring at the water, that caught your attention.

The next night, you found yourself walking the same path again, and there he was, standing in the same spot. He didn't seem to notice you, or at least didn't acknowledge your presence, but you couldn't help but feel a strange pull toward him. Maybe it was the way the moonlight illuminated his features, or maybe it was just the solitude of the night, but for some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were drawn to him.

As the days passed, you began to notice him more. He was always there, by the fountain, around the same time every night. He never seemed to leave, and for some reason, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him.

You didn't know why. Maybe it was the mystery of him, or maybe it was simply the shared quiet of the late hours that connected you without words.

On one particular evening, you decided to try something different. Instead of walking past as you usually did, you slowed your pace as you approached the fountain, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

This time, he noticed you.

"Do you always walk here at this time?" His voice was soft, but there was something intriguing about it. You stopped, surprised that he was the first to speak. "Yeah..." you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's...peaceful here at night."

He nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again. "I've seen you before. You come here every night, don't you?" You blinked, slightly. "I guess so" you said, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I don't really have anywhere else to go after work."

There was a brief silence before he spoke again. "I come here for the same reason. It's the only time I can think clearly. The world feels different at night."

You smiled faintly. "I know what you mean."

The conversation fell into a comfortable silence, and for a moment, you both just stood there, listening to the sounds of the night. It wasn't awkward, just... peaceful.

After that night, you started noticing each other more. You'd walk past the fountain, and he'd look up from his spot, a small smile tugging at his lips as if he'd been waiting for you. You'd exchange a few words, nothing much, but each night felt like a small step toward something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You learned his name, Haku Shota, and that he worked as a graphic designer, often staying up late to work on projects. He found peace in the quiet of the park, just as you did.

As the weeks passed, the quiet exchanges grew into longer conversations. You talked about everything and nothing at all your favorite film, your frustrations with work, the strange quirks of the city. Each night, it felt like you were slowly knowing him better, not just of him, but of yourself as well.

There was something about him that made you feel safe, like you could speak freely without judgment.

One night, the weather took a turn. It started to rain softly, at first just a drizzle, but soon the drops became heavier, quickly soaking the ground, you hesitated, considering whether to leave or stay.

Shota didn't move.

He just stood there, watching the rain fall.

"Are you going to leave?" you asked, standing a few feet away, feeling the droplets collect in your hair. He smiled slightly, shaking his head. "I don't mind the rain.Sometimes, it's nice to just let it wash over you."

Something about his words struck you deeply, and before you knew it, you were standing beside him, your shoes splashing in the growing puddles. "You're right," you said softly. "It's kind of nice, actually."

For the first time in a while, you didn't feel the need to rush away from something, to escape. The rain felt refreshing, grounding. And standing there next to him, you couldn't help but feel a spark a quiet, steady pull in your chest that you hadn't acknowledged until now.

The two of you stood there for what felt like an eternity, letting the rain fall around you. When it finally slowed, Shota turned to you, his eyes catching the streetlight, glistening in the dim glow.

"I don't think I've ever walked with someone in the rain before" he said quietly, his voice almost shy. You looked up at him, your heart beating a little faster. "I'm glad it's with you," you said without thinking.

He paused, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft echo of rain around you. Then, Shota's gaze softened, and his lips curled into a gentle smile. "I'm glad it's with you too."

From that night on, the park became your shared space. Your walks no longer felt like a solitary routine, but something you looked forward to every evening. With each step, you both grew closer, the distance between two strangers shrinking until it became something you both recognized as more.

One night, under the moonlight, Shota stopped walking and turned to you, his hand brushing against yours. The touch was tentative, but it sent a wave of warmth through you.

"I don't want to be a stranger" he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with quiet sincerity.

You smiled, the butterflies in your stomach now impossible to ignore. "I don't want to be that either."

And with that, under the soft glow of the moon, two strangers became something more. And the park once a place of solitude became your shared space, a place where love could blossom quietly, under the stars.

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Under the moonlight - Haku Shota x reader (oneshot)

Fading lights - Choi Jiung x reader (oneshot)

Crush Texts & Coffee (mini series): Hallway crushes pt.1 - Kim Jongseob x reader (oneshot) Coffee & Confession pt.2 - Kim Jongseob x reader (oneshot)

Unspoken - Hwang intak x reader (onehsot)

Tagged - Kim Jongseob x reader (oneshot)