۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x gn!reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : established relationship, a whole load of FLUFF!!! ۶ৎ WARNINGS(S) : mentions of fever, colds, and general illness (nothing severe), slight medical caretaking (blankets, soup, cold compress, etc.), lots of secondhand embarrassment from Jaehyun and Woonhak being dramatic (not actually hehe), minor mentions of emotional clinginess and crying (but in a soft/funny way) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.3k - 0.5k words
۶ৎ A/N : My first ever headcanon fic! 💌 This one’s a little self-indulgent since I’m currently sick rn .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·. so I wrote about how BOYNEXTDOOR would take care of you (or how they'd act if they were the sick ones themselves). Also… I just realized every fic I’ve written so far has been angst… 😳 So please accept this soft, chaotic fluff as a humble apology for emotionally wrecking you all. Consider it a tissue and a warm soup for your soul 🥲💗
SUNGHO ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ balances between giving you space and checking in just enough to make sure you're comfortable
۶ৎ makes a quick trip to the store and returns with medicine, your favorite drinks, and a small surprise to cheer you up
۶ৎ helps change your bedsheets because "fresh sheets always feel better when you're under the weather"
۶ৎ wears a mask even if you’re the sick one :
"Sungho, I’m the contagious one."
"Yeah, but what if I breathe in your sick and it bounces back at you?? Think, babe.”
۶ৎ checks your temperature every five minutes because he's convinced your fever is one decimal away from a medical emergency :
“Sungho you checked my temperature five minutes ago…”
“Yeah, and what if it went up since then? What if you're like... melting and I missed it?”
۶ৎ lays you gently in bed like a precious doll. Adjusts the blanket 12 times. Pats it smooth. Kisses your forehead, checks for fever, then kisses it again just in case :
“You’re acting like I’m dying.”
“I almost lost you to a paper cut once. Let me panic in peace.”
۶ৎ offers to make you simple but nutritious meals : "You need to keep your strength up."
۶ৎ keeps making you tea, but forgets he already made one, so by 2pm you have five mugs on your nightstand and he’s still going. “Tea is healing, babe. You're basically 80% tea now.”
۶ৎ reads out funny messages from the other members to make you smile
۶ৎ stays up to check on your breathing :
“Okay… still breathing. Good. You're doing amazing, sweetie. I love you.”
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ refuses to admit he’s sick for the longest time. He’s wiping down counters, vacuuming the floor with a tissue stuck to one nostril like :
“I’m not sick, I just— achoo—need to open a window or something.”
۶ৎ tries to go to the gym anyway. You physically have to block the door :
"You’re sweating and not in a gains way, Sungho."
"But my back day—"
"Will be waiting when you’re not running a fever."
۶ৎ refuses to be babied… until you do
۶ৎ at first he’s all “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”
۶ৎ but the moment you put a cool cloth on his forehead or brush his hair back, his whole body melts and he just whispers, “...Do that again.”
۶ৎ he usually holds you at night, but when he’s sick, he turns into the clingiest little spoon
۶ৎ Lays on your chest with a pitiful voice :
“I think I’m dying.”
“You have a cold.”
“A dramatic one.”
۶ৎ still tries to meal prep through the sickness
۶ৎ you catch him in the kitchen trying to chop broccoli with a hoodie over his head, sniffing every five seconds :
“Sungho. Please go lie down.”
“But we need protein—”
“I will feed you boiled eggs. Just. Go.”
۶ৎ will grumble about “not being weak,” but the second you tuck the blanket under his chin or spoon-feed him porridge, he’s looking at you with those lovey dovey eyes :
“I could get used to this.”
“You better not.”
۶ৎ pouts when you leave the room for 2 seconds :
“I’m just getting you more tea.”
“I thought you abandoned me. (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ”
RIWOO ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ shows up with no announcement, just slips into your home with comfort food and quiet support
۶ৎ doesn’t say much, but somehow he’s cooked your comfort meal exactly how you like it — “Not too spicy. I remember.”
۶ৎ leaves sticky notes all around your space :
"Take this one after lunch." (on your meds)
"Drink water or I will be silently disappointed." (on your water bottle)
"Eat this. I picked out the weird onions." (on your porridge)
۶ৎ you don’t even see him move—he’s just like a ghost nurse who appears, helps, and vanishes
۶ৎ sits at the foot of the bed, just watching something on his phone with the volume low so he doesn’t disturb you
۶ৎ occasionally tosses you a fruit snack like a koala being fed at a zoo
۶ৎ gives your ankle a gentle squeeze like: I’m here, rest easy.
۶ৎ puts on a movie or show he knows you'll enjoy, sitting close enough that you can lean on him if you want
۶ৎ remembers the little details about how you like your tea or what side you prefer to sleep on
۶ৎ doesn’t make a fuss about the tissues or mess. He just calmly puts on gloves, clears everything up, and hums quietly to himself
۶ৎ you try to thank him. He shrugs. “I like taking care of you.” …
۶ৎ now your fever’s worse, but for romantic reasons
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ becomes extra quiet, communicating mostly through sleepy nods and head shakes
۶ৎ he’s in full cozy mode — oversized hoodie, two pairs of socks, blanket wrapped like a cocoon. He just blinks slowly from the corner of the couch while you fuss over him
۶ৎ wants you nearby but doesn't want to be a burden : "You don't have to stay..."
۶ৎ this cutie always wants food but has no energy 🥹 :
“I want kimchi jjigae… but the chopsticks are too far.”
“They’re literally next to you.”
“...Then fate is against me.”
۶ৎ sometimes, he'll just stare longingly at the fridge and sigh :
“Do you want juice?”
“...Wouldn’t mind some. If the universe provides.” (The “universe” is you. Obviously.)
۶ৎ is somehow still able to make dad jokes :
“I made you soup.”
“Soup-erb. You’re soup-erb. You’re… souper.”
“Stop.”
“Can’t. I’m on a broth roll.”
۶ৎ gets embarrassed about how messy his hair looks or how raspy his voice becomes
۶ৎ doesn’t want to talk much, but wants you nearby. Will hold your pinky with his under the blanket
۶ৎ if you leave the room too long, he texts you “🧃? 🥺” or a sad selfie with half his face under a hoodie
۶ৎ the rare, genuine smile he gives when you bring him something he needs without asking speaks volumes 💕
JAEHYUN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ you sneeze once and Jaehyun is already in your room with a thermometer, two drinks (water and vitamin juice), tissues, a plushie, and five different worries :
“Baby?? My love?? My precious one?? Are you okay?? Are you dying?? Should we call the hospital?? Should I fight your immune system??”
۶ৎ cannot stop talking… "So I was thinking about what might make you feel better and I remembered this one time when I was sick and my mom did this thing with ginger and honey and…”
۶ৎ walks in with a bowl of soup like it’s the Olympic torch :
“I have brought you a gift. A miracle. A healing potion passed down by my ancestors—”
“It’s literally instant porridge.”
“Don’t ruin the lore.”
۶ৎ constantly flits around your space, adjusting blinds, fluffing pillows, reorganizing medicine
۶ৎ “I wanna hug you but I don’t wanna get sick.” So he lies at the edge of the bed, dramatically stretching one arm over to hold your hand. Ten minutes later he’s asleep on top of you anyway
۶ৎ sends hourly encouraging text messages with an excessive amount of emojis
۶ৎ dramatically reads stories to distract you, doing all the character voices
۶ৎ while you nap, he tapes a little note to your vitamin bottle that says “eat these or I cry ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢”
۶ৎ his genuine concern shows in how he keeps touching your forehead, shoulder, hand - just making sure you're okay
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ somehow becomes EVEN MORE talkative, but now with a raspy voice :
"I'm fine! I'm fine! It's just a little cold! Did I tell you about the dream I had last night?"
۶ৎ gets emotional about literally everything : "This tissue is so soft... why am I crying?”
۶ৎ SO clingy. Will not let you leave the room. Follows you with his eyes like a sad puppy :
“Where are you going? You’re leaving me?”
“To get your medicine.”
“…Take me with you 🥺”
۶ৎ literally wraps himself around your arm like a koala :
“Can you feed me?”
“You can feed yourself.”
“Yeah but it tastes better when you do it 😔”
۶ৎ coughs once and acts like he's on death's doorstep :
“This is it. This is how it ends.”
“Jaehyun, you’re being so dramatic—”
“Tell Taesan to take my solo lines. Tell Riwoo he was my favorite. Tell Woonhak I've loved him since the very day I birthed him.”
۶ৎ basically the most dramatic out of the six :
“Promise me something.”
“…What?”
“If I don’t make it, delete all my selfies. But leave the ones from Jeju. I looked good in those.”
TAESAN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ also doesn’t say much, but somehow everything’s already done
۶ৎ your meds? On the nightstand. Water? Cold and fresh. Room? Quiet and dim. You didn’t even hear him come in
۶ৎ tucks you in like it's instinct. Pulls the blanket over your shoulders. Adjusts the pillow. Brushes a hand over your forehead like he’s checking if you’re too warm, too cold, or just need a little affection. Doesn’t say anything about it
۶ৎ plays soft alt rock through his speaker, says, “This helped my little sister. Might help you too.”
۶ৎ if you try to get up and do anything, he just goes, “Sit.” And you…sit
۶ৎ folds your laundry, disinfects your phone, and empties the trash without being asked. “I’ve done this before. You're not allowed to move unless it’s to hug me.”
۶ৎ deadpan threatens you whenever he tries feeding you :
“Eat or I'm sending Woonhak your sick selfies.”
“That's blackmail!”
“And it works.”
۶ৎ adjusts your blanket while you’re sleeping. You pretend you don’t notice. He pretends he didn’t do it. You both know he did
۶ৎ never says he's worried, but you can tell from the small acts of services he does and how he glances at you every 5 seconds like : please feel better already
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ he doesn't like feeling weak, so he tries to hide it
۶ৎ you only found out he's sick because he sneezed twice during a voice call and his voice cracked :
“Are you sick?”
“...no.”
“You sound like a dying cat.”
“...cool.”
۶ৎ eventually gives in to your care… but barely speaks
۶ৎ will wrap himself in layers and still be cold
۶ৎ he’s in a hoodie, scarf, and blanket burrito — arms crossed, nose red, refusing to admit he’s miserable :
“Why are you sulking?”
“I'm not. I just... can’t breathe.”
۶ৎ if you sit by his bed and play with his hair or read next to him, he instantly knocks out. Doesn’t say anything, but shifts closer in his sleep
۶ৎ grumbles softly when you get up like: no, warmth, come back.
۶ৎ giant mountain? More like giant baby
۶ৎ secretly appreciates everything you do for him 🥹
۶ৎ he won’t say “thank you” outright. But when he’s feeling a bit better, he pulls you in for a quiet hug and murmurs, “You take care of me too well. It’s unfair.”
LEEHAN ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ִᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ arrives with a small aquarium: "Studies show watching fish reduces stress and helps healing!”
۶ৎ makes you hydration drinks with way too much love :
“What’s this?”
“It’s vitamin water… but I added lemon slices shaped like hearts and stirred it counter-clockwise for positive energy.”
“…Thank you?”
۶ৎ makes oddly specific but helpful remedies: "This is seaweed soup with exactly seven types of seaweed.”
۶ৎ sits beside your bed and whispers fish trivia to you :
“Did you know clownfish can change gender if the dominant female dies?”
“…Leehan.”
“It’s important to keep your brain stimulated while you’re resting!”
(But lowkey, his voice is so soothing you fall asleep halfway through a fact about seahorses.)
۶ৎ gives you his favourite plushie to cuddle with “for morale” he says :
۶ৎ it’s shaped like a blue tang fish and smells faintly like lavender
“He’s been through a lot. He knows how to handle tough days.”
“What’s his name?”
“Doctor Tang.”
“…Okay.”
۶ৎ tucks you into bed with such care like he’s folding sacred origami. He literally whispers, “There. Safe and warm. Like a burrito. My burrito.” before kissing your forehead 💕
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭😭😭
۶ৎ is so apologetic when he's sick :
“Sorry… my body is failing me… I didn’t mean to…”
“My love, it’s literally just a cold—”
“I let my white blood cells down.”
۶ৎ has a collection of soft blankets and aquatic plushies that only emerge when he's unwell
۶ৎ adores when you play with his hair or rub his back to help him relax
۶ৎ wants you to play marine documentaries when he sleeps : “No horror movies. Just gentle turtles… maybe a kelp forest.”
۶ৎ falls asleep halfway through David Attenborough’s narration and smiles in his sleep when the narrator says “nudibranch”
۶ৎ once he's better, he acts like he had a spiritual journey :
“I dreamed I was a guppy floating through space.”
“…Okay.”
“And you were there. Feeding me vitamin jelly.”
“Hannie. Go brush your teeth.”
۶ৎ looks at you with such genuine gratitude for simple acts of care that it makes your heart melt
WOONHAK ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐
ᰔ when you're sick :
۶ৎ “YOU’RE WHAT? SICK?!”
۶ৎ he finds out and gasps like you told him you're moving to another country. Then runs around gathering everything like it’s a medical emergency :
“Do you need soup? Ice? Socks? Medicine? A hug? Two hugs??”
۶ৎ his naturally loud voice keeps dropping as he remembers to be quieter: "I brought SOUP! I mean... soup.”
۶ৎ brings an overflowing bag of snacks, drinks, and random items he thought might cheer you up
۶ৎ despite his playful nature, he shows remarkable maturity in how he cares for you
۶ৎ keeps trying to make you laugh: "A smile strengthens your immune system! I read that somewhere... or maybe I made it up?"
۶ৎ expresses his concern openly and warmly: "I was really worried about you, you know?”
۶ৎ puts on cartoons for you because "they heal the soul"
۶ৎ sits next to you under the blanket and gasps at every plot twist in Paw Patrol like it’s his first time watching :
“Did you SEE THAT? He SAVED THE BOAT—babe, are you watching?”
dozing off
“She’s sleeping peacefully… I’m sobbing.”
۶ৎ will not stop hugging you even though he’s told “no contact”
۶ৎ creates elaborate pillow fortresses around you "for protection against bad germs”
ᰔ when he's sick :
۶ৎ remember when I said Jaehyun is the most dramatic? He has some competition...
“Hey, how are you feeling—”
“I CAN’T SMELL. I MIGHT NEVER SMELL AGAIN.”
“It’s a stuffy nose—”
“I FORGOT WHAT CHOCOLATE SMELLS LIKE.”
۶ৎ lays on the bed like he’s in a music video about heartbreak. Blanket up to his nose. Arms flopped dramatically :
“Do you want tea?”
“I want… to feel alive again.”
۶ৎ slips into full baby mode because he just loves being babied by you but will never admit it :
“Will you brush my hair?”
“Can you sing to me while I nap?”
“Will you feed me tiny spoonfuls of soup and call me a strong boy?”
۶ৎ won’t eat unless you feed him
“No I can’t lift my arms… you have to do the airplane… no, wait, the rocket ship—okay I’m ready.”
opens mouth dramatically
۶ৎ whimpers if you try to leave the room :
“I’ll go make tea—”
“NoooOooOO don’t go… what if I need cuddles mid-sip…”
۶ৎ starts naming your care items
“This water bottle’s name is Aqua. She’s my emotional support friend now.”
“This tissue pack? He’s called Mr. Fluffy.”
۶ৎ gets genuinely sad when you try to throw them away
“You can’t just discard Fluffy like that... he caught my tears…”
۶ৎ the way he lights up when you bring him his favorite snack makes taking care of him rewarding
۶ৎ falls asleep holding your hand, looking younger and more vulnerable than usual🥹
note: before anything else, this all started bcs of this tiktok and i thought 'wow he's so fucking sexy i should make a cocky riwoo fic' and boom :) ,,, he's not super cocky here but yk his confidence is on another level
vibes are kinda based from friends by chase atlantic so go take a listen :)
warnings: drinking, partying, making out, no smut, riwoo is a chase atlantic song personified (he's just so hot), and just riwoo being the cool guy he is
word count: 1.6k
more under the cut!
to find freedom after a relentless week of exams is what you always seek, and the place to go to is the club. with the beats pulsing through the air, the swirling lights and LEDs wrapping around you melted the exhaustion and sleepless night you had for a week. a table was reserved for you and your friends coming tonight. some of them welcomed you while others still hadn’t arrived. the laughter and greetings were barely audible from the sound booming across the place.
“what’s up, y/n! how was finals week? haven’t seen you around lately…” leehan offers you a shot of tequila which you politely decline. “barely survived, but i’m glad to be here!” you weren’t planning on drinking a lot tonight, but there sure are a lot of influences around you. a few drinks wouldn’t kill you anyway.
the bitter taste of tequila spread around your mouth, fiery and intense. your face contorted with a grimace as the liquid went down, biting onto the lime barely after a second. leehan smiles in satisfaction and you can only roll your eyes.
the strobe of lights slices through the darkness, casting fleeting glimpses of pleasure on faces flushed with ecstasy while the music fills every corner of the room. “are we not going to dance yet?” you ask him. “let’s wait for everyone else.”
“like who?”
“riwoo, and sungho.”
you couldn’t even care less about the latter, but the mention of riwoo’s name sent a shiver of excitement and nervous energy cascading through your veins. the room seemed to shift, the lights becoming more vibrant, and the sounds more distinct, all because he was coming.
oh, riwoo. you had few interactions with him but there’s just something so captivating in him that draws you closer. the anticipation was thrilling and the mere thought of seeing him made your palms sweat. you lost track of the time that you didn’t notice he had just arrived.
he was wearing a white undershirt, a black zip jacket with collar, a dirty wash color of denim jeans, a wristwatch on his left wrist, and a sunglass that sat above his head, pushing his hair back. the sight of him caught your heart in a delightful turmoil.
‘he looks so fucking good.’ a warm blush crept up your cheeks, and you quickly lowered your gaze, afraid that your eyes would betray the whirlwind of emotions stirring within you.
he flashed his eyebrows as he greeted you with a smile, mischievous and warm. you watch him gulp down the same drink leehan offered earlier. this scene wasn’t new to you, but being around these people is. you were only close with leehan, jaehyun who came with you earlier.
but that’s what friday is for, right? having fun. and you bet it’s gonna be more fun with riwoo and his other friends around.
“what do you think about going wild before going to the dance floor, riwoo?” sungho arches his eyebrows, smirking. “wild? what do you mean?” riwoo asks, looking around, as if he doesn’t know what his friend’s intention was. without giving him a proper answer, sungho pours a drink for riwoo and hands him the saucer of lime and salt.
you're perched on a stool, watching attentively then riwoo walks closer to you.
“do you want to do a body shot?”
the bar's dimly lit pulsing lights created a dazzling array of hues across the floor, reflecting off the mirrored walls and blending with the electric hum of dialogues and music. you can’t help but laugh nervously. did i just get chosen by riwoo? to do a body shot?
“me?” the thought of it seems so wild, so out of the ordinary for a friday night. but the atmosphere is infectious, and the rhythm of the night seems to nudge you towards a yes. cheers and laughter echo around you, creating a clamor of excitement. you see riwoo’s face dominating above, eyes sparkling with playful determination.
“sure, why not?”
with a confident grin, riwoo leaned forward, the warmth of his breath mingling with the faint scent of tequila he drank earlier. he gently sprinkled salt along the curve of your neck.
the room seemed to hold its breath as riwoo licked the salt from your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of tingling sensation that made your knees weak. his lips lingered for a moment longer than necessary, a tempting tease that sent trembles down your spine. riwoo picked up the lime wedge, his fingers brushing against your skin as he held it ready. then, with experienced ease, riwoo threw back the shot. the lime followed, his teeth scraping your fingertips as he sucked the tangy juice, your heart racing at the sheer intimacy of the moment.
the crowd erupts in applause and yells, the noise almost deafening but thrilling all the same. it’s reckless and a bit silly, but in the contagious energy of the night, it feels just right. you didn’t notice how long you’ve been looking at riwoo that he had to snap at you to get your attention.
“what are you looking at? just tell me if you wanna kiss me i’d let you do it.”
he smirks, turning around as he goes back to his friends circling the table with rims of shot glasses lined up. leehan came and wooed, nudging your shoulder with his as he brought another glass of drink.
“i might die before i even get drunk.” you gulped the alcohol in one shot, your cheeks heating up as you barely tried to catch up with everything that was happening around you.
the night deepens and the air becomes thicker with the scent of perfume and sweat. your head starts feeling a little heavy, and your surroundings get a little hazy as the neon lights cast over your face and all around the area. after a few dances, you have been sitting beside your friends for almost an hour as you try to catch up with them, and riwoo is there too.
you were too busy chatting with drunk jaehyun to notice, but riwoo had been stealing you a few glances. a few interactions happened earlier again like him passing the glass to you, or eyes meeting as you laugh together over the story taesan was telling earlier. (like this)
then, the music shifted to a familiar song. without a word, everyone moved to the dance floor. riwoo suddenly grabs your wrist and navigates you through the crowd, following everyone else to the platform. the floor vibrated beneath your feet, and you felt a rush of exhilaration as you danced with wild abandon, your body moving in time with the beat, and mind blissfully blank.
slightly intoxicated, he sways behind you with his grip on your waist, warm and reassuring. the rhythm of the music thrummed through your veins, and suddenly, all the awkwardness and self-consciousness melted away. you moved together, your bodies finding a sync that felt as natural as breathing.
riwoo starts telling something inaudible because of the blasting music.
“what?”
“i said you smell good!” his voice a little louder. you turn around to take a good look at him but his eyes are wandering around. not long after, you caught his attention when you asked him, “really?” and he leaned forward closer to your neck, his warm breath wrapping over your skin as his nose caught the scent of your perfume.
“you do,” he says. “sorry, i’m kinda drunk.” his hand palms over his face, trying to keep himself sober but we all know he’s not.
under the dark lights and swirling haze of the the bar, the unsaid tension burst into something palpable and undeniable. his eyes are deep pools of enigmatic charm. they're the kind of eyes that see through the ordinary, making you feel like you're the most captivating person in the world when his gaze locks with yours. there’s a depth there, a magnetic pull that makes looking away seem impossible.
at that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just you and riwoo, as if the music and the crowd had faded into the background.
“wanna do it? let's go outside.”
riwoo drags you out of the place as he brings you to the parking lot lit only by the distant, flickering streetlights. you leaned your body against the door of the car’s trunk. not a single figure was seen and riwoo slowly slanted in, narrowing the gap between your lips and faces. the taste of whiskey and something sweet—sunkist, maybe—mingled in the kiss, intoxicating in its own right.
riwoo’s body presses against yours while your fingers trace the back of his neck. it was clumsy and urgent, the kind of kiss that only comes from a place of uninhibited desire, fueled by the haze of alcohol.
you were fazed by how riwoo was enthusiastic with the way his hand was roaming behind your small back, and the other tangling in your hair. his lips moved in sync with yours. he regained his composure and reminded himself of what was happening; he was really kissing you, you were really kissing him, and suddenly the world around the two of you became meaningless.
it was messy and imperfect, yet somehow perfect in its raw intensity. something about the taste of riwoo’s lips was intoxicating, making you need more—need everything. the night was alive with your shared breath, the feverish heat of your kiss cutting through the cool night air. his hands went from the side of your head, down to the back of your neck.
“should they know about this?” you backed away, almost sober.
“why not? shouldn't they know that we just had a hot make out session, and i'm a good kisser?” he sneaks in an arrogant smile, “let's go back.”
as you went back to the pub, riwoo remained on the dance floor to have fun with the guys while you head over to the shared table, finding leehan alone, drunk as you guessed.
“weren't you dancing earlier? taesan and i couldn't find you.”
“don't ask me where i've been. i just made out with riwoo.”
and if there's one thing you've learned that night, riwoo was a crazy bottom-lip kisser :)
i'm going crazy over riwoo and it's not even healthy anymore,, i'm going insane writing nor reading a fic is not enough!! i just need him right Now!!
he's so chase atlantic code here wtf i had to listen to a whole ca playlist while writing this and it fits him so bad!
anyway,,tell me how this went through the comments, reblogs, or wherever!!! i love feedbacks plsplspls
⌗ being woonhak's older sister was not easy ... it kinda was , until it wasn't . you had to juggle time for your younger brother while working on your debut . on the other hand , hanging out with woonhak was the best — that was until you were on his vlog , camcordoor .
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⤷ don't pmo kim woonhak .
⤷ first ever appearance !
⤷ who is that ?
⤷ loverly — debut !
⤷ koz friendship !
⤷ woonhak's celebration !
⤷ coming back home .
⤷ yn’s birthday !
⤷ special collaboration ?
⤷ summer yn hate
⤷ dad and daughter .
⤷ koz world .
⤷ mystery ? mister lee .
⤷ new emcees !
⤷ ynsan’s first monthsary !
⤷ yn’s unreleased track .
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𝜗ৎ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 ! ( send an ask or comment below to be added ! )
synopsis: riwoo accidentally retweets one of your old posts, thinking he’s on his spam account. he quickly deletes it, but your friend manages to screenshot it before it’s gone. you play it cool, acting like it was no big deal—pretending you haven’t secretly had a crush on him for years and thinking it was just a harmless mistake. but riwoo knows it wasn’t a mistake
genre: slow burn? mutual crush, angst?, fluff, humor, kys jokes, and swearing, smau & half written, non idols, university au
note: reader is one year younger than riwoo, (includes njz hanni, illit moka, enhypen jungwon, sunoo)
a/n: i wanted to try out SMAU cause when i was lurking i barley saw any riwoo fics, and i was a little sad cuz riwoo is my bias so i decided why not and came up with this [blink]
synposis; riwoo accidentally retweets one of your old posts, thinking he's on his spam account. he quickly deletes it, but your friend manages to screenshot it before it's gone. you play it cool, acting like it was no big deal-pretending you haven't secretly had a crush on him for years and thinking it was just a harmless mistake. but riwoo knows it wasn't a mistake
wc; 1.k
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it was around 3 a.m. when everyone starting arriving at the beach house, the moon casting a soft glow over the calm waves. everyone was exhausted from the drive, but taesan seemed like he hadn’t a care in the world. he hopped out of the car, practically bouncing with energy, while the others trudged behind him, dragging their feet.
“this is my beach house,” taesan announced with a grin
hanni raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “yours??”
“yep!” he said proudly, his voice full of confidence. “my parents bought it for me whenever i needed to get away from school.” ye grinned mischievously, looking at the group. “jelly?”
taesan stood in the middle of the living room, “there’s only six rooms” he said like it was normal
“only six rooms?” sungho repeated, mocking him with an exaggerated tone, like having six rooms and a beach house was the most average thing for a uni student to own. he leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow at taesan. “cool flex, taesannie”
“shut up”, he shot back, playfully nudging him. he tossed leehan’s hat off his head with a mischievous grin, “everyone write your name on this paper, rip it off and into leehan’s hat”
“what for??” leehan asked annoyed
“we’re doing a drawing to see who shares rooms, but im definitely getting my own room.”
everyone groaned but nodded. with all the tiredness settling in, the idea of drawing for rooms was a welcomed distraction.
taesan held up the slips of paper and started pulling them one by one, reading the names aloud.
“room one, me of course” he grinned
“yah, get to it, we’re all tired punk” jaehyun threw a pillow at him
taesan laughed, “okay! okay!”
“room two, jae and jungwon.”
the two boys looked at each other, they nodded but this was their first ever interaction
“room three, moka and hanni,” taesan said, grinning as moka punched his shoulder lightly.
“luck!” hanni threw her arms up in victory as moka just sighed, already prepared for the chaos that would come.
“noo hanni..” you said faking crying, moka laughed at her
“room four, sungho and sunoo, five, woonhak and leehan, and lastly” taesan grinned
there was a brief moment of silence before riwoo’s gaze flickered toward you. he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “room six, sanghyeok and yn.”
“of course” woonhak said teasing
you rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips., “yeah yeahh, ynwoo is sharing a room, big deal!! im going to bed now”you said before walking into the room
riwoo following shortly after and leaning against the door frame, “you okay with us sharing a room?” riwoo asked, his voice teasing but soft.
you turned around, a confused expression on your face, “of course ri, why wouldn’t i be?” you said with a nonchalant shrug, though your heartbeat picked up slightly.
“because it’s only one bed, and we’re two people” he said, glancing over at her with a mischievous smirk.
“so? you’ve slept in my bed before” she said back, her voice casual, though the hint of tension lingered in the air.
“yeah but you weren’t in it” he let out a small laugh, clearly enjoying teasing you. “i’ll sleep on the floor okay?” he added
“ri, you dont have too” you said softly, your voice quiet but filled with concern
he looked at you, his expression softer now, “i want to, okay?” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “now, goodnight ynie.”
“goodnight ri..” you replied, your voice just as soft.
——
the sun poured gently through the thin curtains, casting soft patterns on the walls. you blinked awake, stretching lazily as her eyes adjusted to the light. a quick glance at the clock on the nightstand—11:03 a.m.
you sat up groggily, running a hand through your hair and yawning, completely forgetting the events of last night. still half-asleep, you swung your legs over the side of the bed—and froze.
you had forgotten riwoo was sleeping on the floor, you looked at him, his hair was messy, lips parted in sleep. his arm was tucked under his head, and he looked… peaceful..way too peaceful for someone who was sleeping on the floor
you tiptoed around him, careful not to step on him, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom
“idiot,” you whispered, half amused
——
you walked into the kitchen, it was lively even though you all just slept a couple hours ago, some were eating, some were getting ready to leave, but then there was jaehyun who was spreaded across the cold floor
woonhak spotted you first, “oh good morning mrs.lee”
you rolled your eyes, “oke night in the same room and suddenly im married to ri?”
“yeah, basically!” hanni teased, grinning wide. “did you at least sleep well?”
“i would’ve if my ‘husband’ didn’t sleep on the floor”
leehan laughed loudly, “you let him sleep on the floor?”
“he insisted!” you said
and it was like right on cue, riwoo wandered into the kitchen, his hair still messy like when she first saw him
“morning…” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes trying to wear off the sleepiness and without hesitation, his arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you gently into his chest. his cheek rested lightly against her shoulder
the kitchen didn’t go silent, but it shifted.
you stood frozen for a second, heart racing. the warmth of his breath against her neck, and somehow… none of it felt awkward.
“you good?” she asked quietly, not turning around
“didnt like waking up alone,” he murmured, his voice still deep with sleep
you smiled apologetically “sorry” letting out a small laugh.
“anyway…..” taesan said stretching his arms, “we’re about to leave, join us when you feel like it”
“we probably wont today” riwoo said, “but we’ll be there for dinner”
“okay then, we’re heading out” jaehyun added, pushing himself off from the floor with a grunt, taesan and him starting heading out
you lean in closer to riwoo’s ear, “sleep on the bed next time.” you whispered
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