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[sunflowerstrays]

lost

choi san x reader x jeong yunho.

words: 2.5k.

genre: angst/fluff.

summary: feelings hurt, especially when your best friends are involved.

warnings? none.

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San loved to watch you dance. As a dancer himself, he understood the thrill of performing on stage, showcasing your talents. And you were so talented at dancing. The fluidity that you had when you danced left San breathless. That was exactly how he felt right in that moment, seeing you twirl in front of him.

He was sitting comfortably on the couch in the dance room, his best friends Wooyoung and Yeosang either side of him. Both of them were also watching you, but neither of them felt as entranced by you as San did. There was just something about you that left him feeling light headed.

You finish the song with a powerful move that leaves you staring at your own reflection in the mirror very intensely. In that moment you looked like a warrior emerging from battle, victorious and powerful. Half a second later you jumped up, bringing your feet together before running over to the couch, looking like an excited puppy.

You bounce from foot to foot in front of the three boys as Mingi pauses the music in the corner of the room. Wooyoung doesn’t hesitate in giving feedback, running his hands through his hair as he comments on every single step in your performance. Yeosang interjects with a comment every so often as well, and San could see you taking mental notes on every single word they’d say.

“I think you looked really cool,” Mingi even chimes in whilst messing around on the stereo system. “Like, I’ve never seen someone end a dance so well before. You put San to shame!”

The compliment makes you blush, and you look so cute in an oversized sweater and shorts with your cheeks turning pink. San just wants to wrap his arms around you, bring you on to his lap and squeeze you against his chest. Instead he just smiles at you, painfully knowing that his dreams won’t become a reality.

“What did you think San?” You ask innocently, drawing the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands in the way he loves. Distracted, San has to clear his throat and struggles to form a coherent sentence.

“Incredible, as always,” San smiles at you, making you grin brightly. You spin on the spot, stretching your arms above your head as you mumble to yourself about the improvements. San’s heart is lifted as you step lightly, practising some of the steps again.

Wooyoung receives a phone call, and darts out of the training room as you ask Mingi to press play on the song again. You only focus on the parts of the song that you were told you needed to improve - that was no surprise, because you were the biggest perfectionist that San had ever met. It isn’t until Wooyoung returns with a cold looking Yunho that San has his attention drawn away from you, and his heart crushed.

Yunho runs straight over to you and wraps you in a hug, making you squeal because of the cold coming from his coat. He kisses your cheek once, twice, and with each kiss San feels like it’s a bullet wound straight to his heart.

It wasn’t fair. You were San’s friend first and foremost. You’d been his best friend the whole way through school, joined the same entertainment company as him when you were both young and excited to have the world at your feet. He had been your shoulder to cry on, and you had been the one that had dealt with all the emotion of him debuting with ATEEZ.

He had slowly fallen in love with you over the years, but you had fallen in love with someone else.

That was why you were now glowing as you sat in a corner with Yunho, gazing at him with complete adoration as you listened to whatever he had to say. You hung off of every word that he said, which honestly San found ridiculous. Half the things Yunho said never made much sense, yet you still held them as gospel. Yunho was the same though; he was absolutely whipped for you, and would move mountains if you asked him to.

Only one person knew about San’s unrequited love for you, and he was looking at you with pity in his eyes. Mingi had paused the music now and was waving San over, trying not to drag the attention of Wooyoung or Yeosang, both who were chatting over San’s head about last night’s variety show.

“So I’ve been working on this rap recently, and I was wondering if you could read through it for me?” Mingi asks, and San is grateful for the distraction. Because Yunho was trying to wriggle his hands under your jumper to wind you up as you were complaining about his hands being cold against your warm skin. And San felt sick watching the pair of you.

So he focuses hard on the words in front of Mingi, but they swim in front of his eyes. He rubs them, knowing that he wasn’t crying, and they blur back into focus. In the mirror he can see you follow Yunho out of the practice room, and Yeosang makes a whooping sound that makes the pair of you blush hard. San has to swallow the foul taste in his mouth afterwards.

Later that evening, Yunho finally returns to the dorm. He is looking somewhat disheveled, but still has this glow on his face that falling in love does to someone. Yeosang and Seonghwa pause their competitive game of Mario Kart and start teasing the boy, making him blush as he slumps into the sofa beside San. No matter what he does, he just can’t seem to escape Yunho these days. It was almost as if the world wanted to rub it in that Yunho had one, and San hadn’t.

“Fun evening?” Hongjoong asks as he wanders into the main living space, headphones around his neck. He had been burrowed away in his room all evening, working on new music as usual. San had tried joining him to block out the thoughts that were bothering him so bad, but nothing creative was coming from him.

Eventually he could sense Hongjoong growing annoyed of his short temper, and left to read somewhere quiet. Only quiet wasn’t a word that the rest of his group were familiar with, and as a result had to read a page three times before processing what the words meant.

“Wasn’t too bad,” Yunho giggles like a schoolboy, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets and resting his head against the wall. “Up to much?”

“We can imagine you were,” Wooyoung snickers, making Yunho roll his eyes. Jongho covers his ears, clearly bothered at the thought. San felt the exact same, but wasn’t going to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He just keeps his eyes focused on the book in his hands and pray that everyone else left him alone.

But naturally that wish would not be answered.

“San, everything okay?” Yunho asks innocently, “you’ve been really quiet today. I haven’t annoyed you, have I?” Mingi looks up from the game on his phone to raise an eyebrow.

“Of course you haven’t,” San says as enthusiastically as he can. “I’m just not feeling one hundred percent. I think y/n might have given me the bug they were suffering from last week.” Yunho seems to believe you because he relaxes again, shutting his eyes as he rests.

“Yeah, they are feeling much better now,” he replies, this dreamy tone in his voice that makes San feel sick.

“I’m sure they are after this evening,” Wooyoung remarks, making all the boys laugh again. San forces himself to laugh along to the crude jokes, but all he wanted to do was cover his head with a pillow and scream.

You were asleep in Yunho’s bed when San returns to his room later that evening. The worst thing about his roommate dating his best friend is that he was sometimes subject to hearing the two of you talking late at night, or worse. For the most part though Yunho gives him a heads up on when you’ll be staying over, or they will sleep at yours instead.

Yunho was still in the shower after practice, and you were exhausted from your own training all day. It was why you were passed out on the sheets like a hibernating bear, shivering slightly from the cold. San lets out a defeated groan before walking over to you, and covering you with Yunho’s blanket.

“Yunho?” You whisper quietly, reaching for San’s arms as he tries to step away. “I thought you said you’d be showering?”

“He is. It’s me, idiot,” San says, feeling a pain in his chest as you open one eye to inspect. The sleepy look on your face transforms into a smile as you recognise your childhood best friend, completely oblivious of his painful feelings for you.

“Oh, hi idiot,” you pipe back, making him roll his eyes. San stands up and tries to leave you to sleep some more, sensing the exhaustion in your body. But you grip his wrist and pulled him back down. “No, don’t leave. Yunho takes so long in the shower, and you’ve woken me up now. The least you can do is keep me company.”

“I was just trying to be a gentleman, Y/N! Stop being so hostile,” San chuckles, but takes a seat on the cold floor beside you anyway. You choose to ignore his words, and continue rattling on in a tired state.

“We don’t spend as much time together anymore, San,” you sigh, rolling on to your side and facing him. He was so close to your face, your lips, that his heart beat speed up and his cheeks would flush a lovely blossom pink. You don’t notice, or at least don’t point it out to him. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” San sighs, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them as he stares at you. What he would give to have you looking so loved up and warm on his bed, underneath his blanket, instead of Yunho’s. His voice could be faintly heard down the corridor, and in the silence that follows, you smile at it.

“Then why don’t we hang out as much?” You ask innocently, and it’s then that San truly realises that you have no idea what you are doing to him. That you don’t understand the pain that hits him whenever you begin to glow when Yunho is mentioned. That you wouldn’t know how much it affected him when you would sit next to Yunho instead of him now.

“Busy,” San mutters, dropping his head to his arms and staring at the door. Yunho had stopped singing now; he would be climbing out of the shower and getting ready to join you again. Time was running thin, and San was losing his opportunity to be entirely honest with you.

“But the other boys are never as busy as you are. I’m starting to think you are avoiding me, San,” you complain, sitting up and letting the blanket slip off of your shoulders. The adorable pout on your face makes San’s palms sweat; he was so hopeless when it came to you, it hurt.

“I’m not avoiding you, Y/N,” San sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. You watch his every move, searching for an answer as to why your best friend was growing so distant. He wanted to scream at you sometimes; why couldn’t you realise that you were slowly killing him like this.

“Then why-”

“I don’t know,” he says with a huff, “Maybe it’s because I don’t feel you’ve got any time for me anymore. You spend all your time with Yunho now, or with the other boys. You haven’t got any time for just me.”

Once the words are out there, San regrets them immediately. That was far from how he wanted to tell you how he felt, and as you sat on Yunho’s bed with your features looking crushed, he wanted to slap himself. Eat his words. Learn magic just so he could make you forget them.

“You’re jealous,” you say, not sounding remotely bitter or angry at him. Just sad and disappointed. San had no problem handling you when you were angry - you had spent most of your teenage years wanting to start a fight with him, after all - but this would break him. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner, San?”

“I couldn’t,” San chokes out, his throat closing in on him. “You were too happy. You hadn’t noticed. I-”

Yunho bursts into the room, his hair damp and messy and searching for you eagerly. He sees you sat up, raises an eyebrow at San who is sat beside you on the floor, before joining you on his bed.

“Everything okay San?” Yunho asks curiously, evidently noticing the change in atmosphere in the room. San nods, lifting himself from the floor gracefully and dragging himself to his drawers. He picks out some clothes to change to before darting down the hall to the shower. “Y/N?”

“San just said something that confused me, but it’s all okay,” you smile, moving over to make room for him. “Feeling better now?”

Yunho snuggles into your side happily, tracing your body with his fingers and teasing you into that sleepy state you were in fifteen minutes ago. But although you feel sleepy and loved by the boy, what San had said is still bothering you. You couldn’t believe that you had let yourself ignore how he was feeling for so long, and want to apologise to him immediately. You wanted your dorky best friend back.

Yunho falls asleep instantly, hands wrapped tightly around your waist whilst he snoozes, hot breath fanning your shoulders. The door opens quietly, letting in a beam of light and the shouts of Yeosang losing at Mario. A figure slips inside the room, and you can tell by the silhouette that it is San.

“Hey, San?” Your whisper makes him shoot into the air, clutching his chest as he stares at your lying figure. He traces Yunho’s body beside you, sighs, and climbs into his own bed across the room.

“Goodness, Y/N, don’t make me jump like that,” he whispers back, curling up alone in his sheets immediately. “Why are you still awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I really am. I’ll try and be better from now on.”

Your words cut San down, because he knew that you were going to take the whole blame for yourself. It wasn’t your fault he had a massive crush on you, and it wasn’t your fault for being happy in a new and healthy relationship. But before San could convince you otherwise, you had rolled over and faced Yunho again, attempting to fall asleep.

And just like he did everytime, San had lost you again.

[sunflowerstrays]

lost

choi san x reader x jeong yunho.

words: 2.5k.

genre: angst/fluff.

summary: feelings hurt, especially when your best friends are involved.

warnings? none.

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San loved to watch you dance. As a dancer himself, he understood the thrill of performing on stage, showcasing your talents. And you were so talented at dancing. The fluidity that you had when you danced left San breathless. That was exactly how he felt right in that moment, seeing you twirl in front of him.

He was sitting comfortably on the couch in the dance room, his best friends Wooyoung and Yeosang either side of him. Both of them were also watching you, but neither of them felt as entranced by you as San did. There was just something about you that left him feeling light headed.

You finish the song with a powerful move that leaves you staring at your own reflection in the mirror very intensely. In that moment you looked like a warrior emerging from battle, victorious and powerful. Half a second later you jumped up, bringing your feet together before running over to the couch, looking like an excited puppy.

You bounce from foot to foot in front of the three boys as Mingi pauses the music in the corner of the room. Wooyoung doesn’t hesitate in giving feedback, running his hands through his hair as he comments on every single step in your performance. Yeosang interjects with a comment every so often as well, and San could see you taking mental notes on every single word they’d say.

“I think you looked really cool,” Mingi even chimes in whilst messing around on the stereo system. “Like, I’ve never seen someone end a dance so well before. You put San to shame!”

The compliment makes you blush, and you look so cute in an oversized sweater and shorts with your cheeks turning pink. San just wants to wrap his arms around you, bring you on to his lap and squeeze you against his chest. Instead he just smiles at you, painfully knowing that his dreams won’t become a reality.

“What did you think San?” You ask innocently, drawing the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands in the way he loves. Distracted, San has to clear his throat and struggles to form a coherent sentence.

“Incredible, as always,” San smiles at you, making you grin brightly. You spin on the spot, stretching your arms above your head as you mumble to yourself about the improvements. San’s heart is lifted as you step lightly, practising some of the steps again.

Wooyoung receives a phone call, and darts out of the training room as you ask Mingi to press play on the song again. You only focus on the parts of the song that you were told you needed to improve - that was no surprise, because you were the biggest perfectionist that San had ever met. It isn’t until Wooyoung returns with a cold looking Yunho that San has his attention drawn away from you, and his heart crushed.

Yunho runs straight over to you and wraps you in a hug, making you squeal because of the cold coming from his coat. He kisses your cheek once, twice, and with each kiss San feels like it’s a bullet wound straight to his heart.

It wasn’t fair. You were San’s friend first and foremost. You’d been his best friend the whole way through school, joined the same entertainment company as him when you were both young and excited to have the world at your feet. He had been your shoulder to cry on, and you had been the one that had dealt with all the emotion of him debuting with ATEEZ.

He had slowly fallen in love with you over the years, but you had fallen in love with someone else.

That was why you were now glowing as you sat in a corner with Yunho, gazing at him with complete adoration as you listened to whatever he had to say. You hung off of every word that he said, which honestly San found ridiculous. Half the things Yunho said never made much sense, yet you still held them as gospel. Yunho was the same though; he was absolutely whipped for you, and would move mountains if you asked him to.

Only one person knew about San’s unrequited love for you, and he was looking at you with pity in his eyes. Mingi had paused the music now and was waving San over, trying not to drag the attention of Wooyoung or Yeosang, both who were chatting over San’s head about last night’s variety show.

“So I’ve been working on this rap recently, and I was wondering if you could read through it for me?” Mingi asks, and San is grateful for the distraction. Because Yunho was trying to wriggle his hands under your jumper to wind you up as you were complaining about his hands being cold against your warm skin. And San felt sick watching the pair of you.

So he focuses hard on the words in front of Mingi, but they swim in front of his eyes. He rubs them, knowing that he wasn’t crying, and they blur back into focus. In the mirror he can see you follow Yunho out of the practice room, and Yeosang makes a whooping sound that makes the pair of you blush hard. San has to swallow the foul taste in his mouth afterwards.

Later that evening, Yunho finally returns to the dorm. He is looking somewhat disheveled, but still has this glow on his face that falling in love does to someone. Yeosang and Seonghwa pause their competitive game of Mario Kart and start teasing the boy, making him blush as he slumps into the sofa beside San. No matter what he does, he just can’t seem to escape Yunho these days. It was almost as if the world wanted to rub it in that Yunho had one, and San hadn’t.

“Fun evening?” Hongjoong asks as he wanders into the main living space, headphones around his neck. He had been burrowed away in his room all evening, working on new music as usual. San had tried joining him to block out the thoughts that were bothering him so bad, but nothing creative was coming from him.

Eventually he could sense Hongjoong growing annoyed of his short temper, and left to read somewhere quiet. Only quiet wasn’t a word that the rest of his group were familiar with, and as a result had to read a page three times before processing what the words meant.

“Wasn’t too bad,” Yunho giggles like a schoolboy, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets and resting his head against the wall. “Up to much?”

“We can imagine you were,” Wooyoung snickers, making Yunho roll his eyes. Jongho covers his ears, clearly bothered at the thought. San felt the exact same, but wasn’t going to draw unnecessary attention to himself. He just keeps his eyes focused on the book in his hands and pray that everyone else left him alone.

But naturally that wish would not be answered.

“San, everything okay?” Yunho asks innocently, “you’ve been really quiet today. I haven’t annoyed you, have I?” Mingi looks up from the game on his phone to raise an eyebrow.

“Of course you haven’t,” San says as enthusiastically as he can. “I’m just not feeling one hundred percent. I think y/n might have given me the bug they were suffering from last week.” Yunho seems to believe you because he relaxes again, shutting his eyes as he rests.

“Yeah, they are feeling much better now,” he replies, this dreamy tone in his voice that makes San feel sick.

“I’m sure they are after this evening,” Wooyoung remarks, making all the boys laugh again. San forces himself to laugh along to the crude jokes, but all he wanted to do was cover his head with a pillow and scream.

You were asleep in Yunho’s bed when San returns to his room later that evening. The worst thing about his roommate dating his best friend is that he was sometimes subject to hearing the two of you talking late at night, or worse. For the most part though Yunho gives him a heads up on when you’ll be staying over, or they will sleep at yours instead.

Yunho was still in the shower after practice, and you were exhausted from your own training all day. It was why you were passed out on the sheets like a hibernating bear, shivering slightly from the cold. San lets out a defeated groan before walking over to you, and covering you with Yunho’s blanket.

“Yunho?” You whisper quietly, reaching for San’s arms as he tries to step away. “I thought you said you’d be showering?”

“He is. It’s me, idiot,” San says, feeling a pain in his chest as you open one eye to inspect. The sleepy look on your face transforms into a smile as you recognise your childhood best friend, completely oblivious of his painful feelings for you.

“Oh, hi idiot,” you pipe back, making him roll his eyes. San stands up and tries to leave you to sleep some more, sensing the exhaustion in your body. But you grip his wrist and pulled him back down. “No, don’t leave. Yunho takes so long in the shower, and you’ve woken me up now. The least you can do is keep me company.”

“I was just trying to be a gentleman, Y/N! Stop being so hostile,” San chuckles, but takes a seat on the cold floor beside you anyway. You choose to ignore his words, and continue rattling on in a tired state.

“We don’t spend as much time together anymore, San,” you sigh, rolling on to your side and facing him. He was so close to your face, your lips, that his heart beat speed up and his cheeks would flush a lovely blossom pink. You don’t notice, or at least don’t point it out to him. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” San sighs, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them as he stares at you. What he would give to have you looking so loved up and warm on his bed, underneath his blanket, instead of Yunho’s. His voice could be faintly heard down the corridor, and in the silence that follows, you smile at it.

“Then why don’t we hang out as much?” You ask innocently, and it’s then that San truly realises that you have no idea what you are doing to him. That you don’t understand the pain that hits him whenever you begin to glow when Yunho is mentioned. That you wouldn’t know how much it affected him when you would sit next to Yunho instead of him now.

“Busy,” San mutters, dropping his head to his arms and staring at the door. Yunho had stopped singing now; he would be climbing out of the shower and getting ready to join you again. Time was running thin, and San was losing his opportunity to be entirely honest with you.

“But the other boys are never as busy as you are. I’m starting to think you are avoiding me, San,” you complain, sitting up and letting the blanket slip off of your shoulders. The adorable pout on your face makes San’s palms sweat; he was so hopeless when it came to you, it hurt.

“I’m not avoiding you, Y/N,” San sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. You watch his every move, searching for an answer as to why your best friend was growing so distant. He wanted to scream at you sometimes; why couldn’t you realise that you were slowly killing him like this.

“Then why-”

“I don’t know,” he says with a huff, “Maybe it’s because I don’t feel you’ve got any time for me anymore. You spend all your time with Yunho now, or with the other boys. You haven’t got any time for just me.”

Once the words are out there, San regrets them immediately. That was far from how he wanted to tell you how he felt, and as you sat on Yunho’s bed with your features looking crushed, he wanted to slap himself. Eat his words. Learn magic just so he could make you forget them.

“You’re jealous,” you say, not sounding remotely bitter or angry at him. Just sad and disappointed. San had no problem handling you when you were angry - you had spent most of your teenage years wanting to start a fight with him, after all - but this would break him. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner, San?”

“I couldn’t,” San chokes out, his throat closing in on him. “You were too happy. You hadn’t noticed. I-”

Yunho bursts into the room, his hair damp and messy and searching for you eagerly. He sees you sat up, raises an eyebrow at San who is sat beside you on the floor, before joining you on his bed.

“Everything okay San?” Yunho asks curiously, evidently noticing the change in atmosphere in the room. San nods, lifting himself from the floor gracefully and dragging himself to his drawers. He picks out some clothes to change to before darting down the hall to the shower. “Y/N?”

“San just said something that confused me, but it’s all okay,” you smile, moving over to make room for him. “Feeling better now?”

Yunho snuggles into your side happily, tracing your body with his fingers and teasing you into that sleepy state you were in fifteen minutes ago. But although you feel sleepy and loved by the boy, what San had said is still bothering you. You couldn’t believe that you had let yourself ignore how he was feeling for so long, and want to apologise to him immediately. You wanted your dorky best friend back.

Yunho falls asleep instantly, hands wrapped tightly around your waist whilst he snoozes, hot breath fanning your shoulders. The door opens quietly, letting in a beam of light and the shouts of Yeosang losing at Mario. A figure slips inside the room, and you can tell by the silhouette that it is San.

“Hey, San?” Your whisper makes him shoot into the air, clutching his chest as he stares at your lying figure. He traces Yunho’s body beside you, sighs, and climbs into his own bed across the room.

“Goodness, Y/N, don’t make me jump like that,” he whispers back, curling up alone in his sheets immediately. “Why are you still awake?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I really am. I’ll try and be better from now on.”

Your words cut San down, because he knew that you were going to take the whole blame for yourself. It wasn’t your fault he had a massive crush on you, and it wasn’t your fault for being happy in a new and healthy relationship. But before San could convince you otherwise, you had rolled over and faced Yunho again, attempting to fall asleep.

And just like he did everytime, San had lost you again.

[sunflowerstrays]

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[sunflowerstrays]

Can you please do a Felix scenario to coming home to you listening to music and dancing and cooking, rocking a messy bun and an extra large t-shirt??

posted angel 💞

[sunflowerstrays]

one-man band ➳ l.f

lee felix x reader.

words: 1.4k.

genre: fluff.

requested? yes.

warnings? none.

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You missed Felix.

It was inevitable when he was working hard to ever improve himself for the sake of his group, his fans, his career. The boy would spend hours upon hours in the dance room, working until he was past exhaustion. He would come home to study Korean until late hours of the evening. When he woke up, he would busy himself doing mundane things like cleaning the house, doing the laundry, even the dishes from last night’s dinner sometimes. You would beg that he didn’t do those things and stayed asleep for an extra hour.

No matter how much you asked, he’d still do them.

That was why you were determined to get him to rest tonight. He would run himself into the ground if he worked for another hour tonight. The Korean could wait one evening with you, as well as the dishes could last until tomorrow morning. You were going to get Felix to sit down and eat something if it was the last thing that you did.

In preparation you had spent all afternoon trailing around markets to find the ingredients for his favourite meals. After arguing the price of various vegetables with a few stall sellers you were confident that you were going to make Felix one of the best dinners of his life.

You assumed he would be returning at his normal time of around ten at night, and after having snacked on a lot of the food you had bought all day, you decide to start cooking with what you had left. Little did you know that he’d be finishing early for the holiday weekend, and was already on the way to yours.

Naturally you turned into the mode you usually did when you were alone; you were feeling carefree and happy knowing that Felix was going to eat something warm and filling, and was then going to be spending the evening with you. 

You had chucked on an old band shirt of his that he left laying around and threw your hair up into a bun. When it got closer to Felix coming home you were going to look a little bit more approachable. For the time being, a more carefree version of yourself was going to throw some vegetables into a pan and fry them.

You crank up the music on your favourite radio station, singing passionately but poorly along to the cheesy hits. Cooking wasn’t your best skill, but you were doing as good as you could for Felix. He always went to such lengths to compliment to compliment you about the good though, despite it’s questionable quality.

Naturally, as you always do when you are cooking and listening to the radio, you get a little carried away to dancing to some of the songs. You were possibly one of the worst dancers going, but that never stopped you from busting a hip when a banger came on. And as you danced it out to Super Junior in the kitchen, volume up so loud you would probably be heard down the corridor, you had no cares in the world.

Unlucky for you, but luckily for Felix, you were being heard down the corridor. He could faintly hear the iconic beat to Sorry Sorry, and a smile broke out on his face. There was only one person in the world that would listen to Super Junior as aggressively as that, and it was you.

He ran along the corridor and unlocked the door as quickly as he could. He was so eager to catch you in your happiest state that he snuck through the whole apartment without taking off his shoes, something that you usually moan at him for and that he would avoid doing at all costs.

The song was just changing as a slightly out of breath Felix reaches the doorway, but you have your back turned to him as you start bopping out to the next song on the radio. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him, the brightest smile on his face.

You looked happy; relaxed and really chilled, with your hair thrown up messily and a large shirt over your figure. Felix realises that the shirt is an old one of his that he must have left here, and the sight almost makes him cry. It isn’t until you start aggressively headbanging over a stir-fry that the tears disappear and he brightens up at you acting so ridiculously.

He stays quiet and watches you dance as you continue cooking food. As always the food smells amazing, and his mouth is watering at the thought of eating it. You turn around to grab something from the fridge, glance over Felix once before looking in the fridge.

You freeze when you open the fridge, and Felix smiles as he sees a flicker of confusion on your face. Then you look at him properly, and hide behind the fridge door.

“Felix! You aren’t supposed to be home!” You screech, backing into the fridge as Felix walks over and attempts to hug you. He wrestles the door out of your hand, kissing your forehead before you can start wriggling away again. “This isn’t fair-”

“Shut up and let me kiss you, gorgeous,” Felix says, stopping your hands from pulling the bun out of your hair. “I wish you looked like this all the time,” he says after kissing you against the cold shelves of the fridge quickly.

“You are so annoying,” you sulk, “why are you back so early? I was going to cook you dinner - and look more decent than this!” Felix chuckles, kissing you twice more before letting you go and finish grabbing the food from the fridge.

“Bank holiday weekend. We finished early because Seungmin and Jisung are travelling out of town to their families for a few days,” Felix says, relaxing against the counter as you finish preparing the food. “It smells amazing as well, babe.”

“I tried,” you sigh, feeling angry at the fact your stir-fry looks a little worse for wear. But the smile on Felix’s face when you carry it to the small table is enough to make your heart lift happily.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, Felix complimenting your cooking skills with every few bites like he usually does. You figured he was very tired, and that was the reason for the quiet dinner. In actual fact Felix couldn’t get the image of you looking so happy and calm in his clothes out of his head. It upset him that you thought such a happy version of yourself was something you ought to hide from him.

So he doesn’t hesitate to make this known as the two of you settle down for a movie and a cuddle later. You had sneakily hidden his books for learning, and made him pick a movie whilst you did the dishes against his request. There was no way you was letting him do any work tonight.

He keeps muttering how much he loves you, and this version of you, into your hand as the two of you cuddle, his lips kissing your knuckles every so often. Seeing him so loved up like this was beginning to win you over, and you don’t feel so insecure about him seeing you like this.

“Thank you for this evening, y/n. You are an angel,” Felix’s voice is light and happy, which makes your heart swell with pride. You have so much love for him it was unbelievable.

“Don’t thank me, Felix, you’ll make me cry,” you blush, burying your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head softly, wrapping his arms around you and fixing you against him. It’s moments like this that you would move mountains for, times when Felix was happy and calm and comfortably being himself around you.

Those were moments you would treasure forever.

-

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[sunflowerstrays]

changbin soulmate is 11/10 when are you posting part 2?? 💕

up now babe 🥺

[sunflowerstrays]

strawberries ➩ s.c ➩ 2

seo changbin x reader.

words: 2k.

genre: soulmate au.

requested? yes.

warnings: none.

part 1

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“So, where is he?” Lucas demands as you bring over two strawberry and a vanilla milkshake for your best friends. It was halfway into the usual lunch hour for the university students, however they had a market open in the college and as a result, the diner was much quieter.

Off course Lucas found out. It turns out that Yuqi hadn’t been asleep when you had walked in, just ‘resting her eyes’ as she called it. This meant she had heard every word of the conversation, and had not hesitated to repeat it to him.

He had walked in here today all guns ablazing, determined to meet the ‘so called soulmate’ and ‘establish some boundaries’. You were tempted to get Woojin in the kitchen to kick him out, but even though Woojin was tall and broad, Lucas was a tree in comparison. And he could probably keep Woojin at arm length just by holding his head.

“I don’t know,” you confess quietly, cleaning the counter as you wait for Minho to turn out another soup dish. Today was Chan’ day off, and instead you had the new starter Jeongin running around, clearing trying his very best to impress everyone. So far he had already had five compliments about his service, and he had only started three shifts ago.

But Chan being off meant that Hyunjin and his friends had little reason to come. Felix would always try and persuade them so he could have another stab at chatting you up, but other than that there would be no need for them to make the trek up the hill to your little diner.

That doesn’t stop the little hope that buds in your chest that he will come. If it really was true, and he was your soulmate - which you are starting to doubt with every second, to Lucas’ delight - surely he’d come back to try and see you again?

Just before you give up hope, the door swings open. Today it is just Jisung, Seungmin and Changbin, but it’s Changbin nonetheless. He looks around the diner frantically, searching for someone. When his eyes settle on you by the kitchen door, he grins brightly.

“That’s him,” Chaeyoung says quietly over her milkshake, making Lucas stare at him with a structinising glare. You smile at the three boys before running the food as fast as you can, eager to chat to Changbin again.

You easily ignore your new friends as you greet Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin with a bright, bubbly smile. Jisung leans over the counter and hugs you awkwardly as he does every single time he greets you, making you laugh. Changbin has a happy smile on his face that makes you all warm inside.

“What can I get you guys?” You ask as Lucas scoffs further down the counter. If you weren’t trying to look your best for Changbin currently you’d walk over and hit him for the sound. It makes Changbin and his friends give him an odd glare, but he looks down at his milkshake to avoid eye contact.

“I’d love one of your milkshakes,” Jisung announces loudly in the quiet diner. Even Jeongin giggles at this as he walks out of the kitchen door. “Chocolate.”

“Could I have another strawberry milkshake please?” Changbin pipes up, his voice breaking as he starts speaking. Whilst his two friends start howling at the embarrassing voice crack, you giggle gently, trying to put him at ease.

“Seungmin?” You ask, brushing past the situation despite feeling giddy with an excitement you hadn’t experienced before. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chaeyoung beaming from ear to ear.

You trusted what she said. She knew what soulmates looked like, if what she said about her parents was true. Therefore Chaeyoung would know if Changbin was your soulmate, or you just found him particularly adorable.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” You ask, zoning back into reality and realising that he had already answered your question. He gives you an odd glance before repeating the order of another chocolate milkshake. You smile, tell them all that you’ll be back over in a moment before calling Jeongin over to show him how to work the machine again.

Focusing on Jeongin and teaching him helps you recentre your thoughts, and take a step back from the situation. You didn’t want to let these feelings consume you, despite loving the idea of being in love. So when you turn back around and hand over the two chocolate and strawberry milkshakes, you keep a calmer smile on your face. There is still a tingling sensation in your heart when he smiles at you that leaves you breathless.

Busying around the restaurant, you only stop by your best friends once to check up on them. Lucas looks torn between arguing with you and being happy for you, Yuqi is bouncing off of her seat with excitement and Chaeyoung has a knowing look in her eyes. You tell them when you finish your shift later, and they all make sure to be at your apartment later to ask you lots of questions.

You are dreading the thought of the interrogation that would be coming your way later. Mostly Lucas establishing his dominance and trying to act like the big brother as he usually did.  Yuqi would most likely be squealing about the whole situation. Chaeyoung would be the only normal one, with the only opinion you trusted, but you were still terrified to hear what she would say.

When Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin finish their milkshakes, they all give you a goodbye wave before disappearing. As you clear away their glasses and napkins you notice a scrawled handwriting across one of the napkins, artfully hidden so only you - or Jeongin, had he cleared the glasses - would notice.

You slide the napkin into your back pocket before swiftly tidying everything else away. Then you try to shoe your close friends out of the restaurant, telling them that you were bored of them bothering all the other customers. In actual fact you were just eager to get them out of the store so you could pull out the napkin and read what it said.

The day drags by once you kick Lucas out for being too loud and upsetting Jeongin. The younger boy, who was being used as bait, played along with you, and you were starting to grow to love him. You hoped that Chan loved him as much as you did, so he would stay on for as long as possible. But when you wish him a goodbye at close and drive home in your car, all you can think about is the napkin hidden in your pocket.

You pull up outside your apartment, and see that all the lights are still on. You know your friends would all be waiting up for you, questions at the ready. Instead you opt to sitting in your car.

You’ve never felt such anxiety as you do when you pull out the napkin. Your skin becomes clammy with sweat as you unfold the napkin, which was crumpled with an evening shift at work. The writing on the napkin is scribbled, and the thought of Changbin hurriedly writing this when Jisung and Seungmin were distracted makes you smile.

Hey. This is probably a weird way of doing things, but I just met you and all my new friends and don’t fancy losing everyone straight away. But I think you are really cool, so maybe drop me a message on @/spearb99 ? Have a lovely day if not :)

The message makes you burst with excitement. He was so cute - maybe one of the cutest people you’d ever met. You almost drop your phone with joy when you open Instagram to see if he is on there. When you type in his username, he comes up as a recommended profile due to Chan’s connection. You take one second to hit follow before curiously scrolling his page.

Most of his posts are videos of his music production, his rapping, or lyrics that he has written. There is the occassional selfie here and there, and a recently photo of Chan and Jisung working in what looks like a music studio. As you stalk through his Instagram, terrified to accidentally like any photos, he messages you with a simple Hey :) 

You reply back faster than you can type, sending a rather enthusiastic Hiya! back. You wonder if he is looking through your Instagram as intensely as you are his. Seeing as your Instagram was mostly fashion and photos with friends, and no where near as creative or exciting as his, you doubt that he was.

His reply is just as eager and fast though, and before you know it, the two of you are chatting easily about each other’s day. Changbin tells you all about his day working in the studio with Chan and Jisung, hence the photo on his page. Hearing, or rather reading, him talk about something he was so passionate about makes your heart swell with joy.

You had no clue that he had had this effect on you, but he was doing a very good job at making you feel giddy and in love.

Before you realise it it has turned to close to midnight, and you were still sat in your car, happily messaging Changbin. Glancing up at your apartment you see that the lights are all off now, and hopefully that means everyone has fallen asleep and you will be able to sneak in without being noticed.

As you shut off your phone and climb out your car though, Lucas runs out from the foyer of the apartment. He tackles you in a hug, lifting you off of the ground and carrying you inside the apartment against all of your fidgeting and fighting back.

“Lucas I swear if you don’t put me down I’m going to shave your eyebrows off in your sleep,” you snap at him, and that has him dropping you to your feet in a second. You huff at him, straighten your shirt, and walk along the corridor until you reach your door.

On the other side Yuqi and Chaeyoung are excitedly waiting for you, but when they see the death glare on your face their excitement quickly dies. “Lucas, what did you do?” Yuqi asks anxiously, running a hand through her hair.

“What I had to do-”

“Tried to kidnap me in the parking lot,” you huff out, feeling annoyed. “Which wasn’t necessary. I was coming home anyway.”

“You sat out there for two hours! What did you do, fall asleep?” Lucas asks, slumping into the chair beside a tired looking Yuqi. She snuggles up in his side, and the act makes your heart ache for some form of affection.

Then you remember that Changbin is waiting on a response from you, and you aim to make a dart out of the room. So you give a half-bothered response as you take off your shoes and attempt to retire to the bedroom.

“Can I just say something?” Chaeyoung asks, clearly feeling much more chill about the situation than Lucas and Yuqi. She is stretched out on the couch tonight, looking just as tired herself. You feel a pang of guilt for keeping them up so late, but this was the conversation you had been dreading all day.

“If you must?” You reply, feeling defeated and just wanting to turn your attention back to Changbin.

“I think he’s the one, Y/N. Keep an eye out for any surprises that you might see.”

-

part 3 // master list // request

[sunflowerstrays]

hi not to promote myself but my requests are open again! my exams finish in one week (yay!) so I will be free from education for a whole 4 months. please feel free to request :) rules for requesting! request here! master list (if you wanted to check out my other things before requesting!)

[sunflowerstrays]

Can I request a CHANGBIN soulmate au please? I don’t care if it’s a one shot or series. Sorry Ik this is like my 3rd request sbsjsjsjss i just rly love the way you write💕

here's part 1 : https://jaebumswrittenstars.tumblr.com/post/184946387503/strawberries-sc-1

and please never stop requesting! I love writing for you <3

[sunflowerstrays]

strawberries ➩ s.c ➩ 1

seo changbin x reader.

words: 2k.

genre: soulmate au // fluff.

requested? yes!

warnings? none.

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“You are so ridiculous,” Lucas shakes his head at you, crushing your dreams right before you. “Of course they don’t exist. If they did, why do people fall out of love?”

“Because they don’t find them. Then they end up marrying someone they love, but aren’t devoted to,” you snap back, crossing your arms as you sit beneath the trees in the park. “It’s a lovely concept to think about, why do you hate it so much?”

You had the first afternoon off in the longest time from your full time waiting job at the local diner. Originally you had wanted to spend it relaxing on your small balcony at your apartment that you shared with your flatmates and best friends, Yuqi and Chaeyoung. In your head you had images of you sipping a cold drink and reading a book and just relaxing.

Instead, Lucas had dragged the three of you out to the park, claiming that he ‘never saw you’ and that he ‘missed you’. Now he was just arguing with everything that any of you were trying to talk about.

“They have a point, Lucas,” Chaeyoung says, lifting her head from the ground as Lucas scoffs at you all. “Sometimes I wonder about it too. My parents are soulmates, you know?”

“What brought them together?” Yuqi asks, pausing her daisy chain making to join in the conversation.

“My dad’s writing. My mum had come across his work online, and when she did, she got the mark. Upon realising it, she asked for them to meet up. A few years later they were married and baby Chaeyoung came along,” Chaeyoung says, making Yuqi giggle and Lucas roll his eyes.

“Okay, so one soppy story doesn’t make it a real thing,” he grunts, throwing his ball in the air about his head again. “And I still think it’s all a made up business.”

“Just because you haven’t found your soulmate, Lucas, doesn’t mean it won’t happen,” you reply annoyed, helping Yuqi pick the daisies for her chains. The thought has you dreaming at night time, wondering what your soulmate will be like; will they be introverted or extroverted? Creative or scientific? A daredevil, or someone who stays safe?

“We are nineteen, y/n. Chill out maybe? We aren’t supposed to find the love of our lives right this second,” you grow tired of Lucas dismissing all of your ideas, and give up the conversation. You were determined that soulmates were a thing, and that you would find yours, whether he liked it or not.

-

It was safe to say you regretted joining Lucas and the girls in the park when you started your afternoon shift the next day. Whilst it wasn’t extremely busy - the diner was only a small diner on the outskirts of town - it was very popular for the students from the creative arts university during their lunch break.

You keep your signature smile though as you take a large number of orders for strawberry milkshakes and the menu favourites. After keying every order into the computer you tell Woojin and Minho, the two chefs, the different meals ordered. Then you start on assembling the milkshakes all by yourself.

The other full time waiter, Chan, who was also the diner owner, was chatting over the counter to a group of boys that frequently visited the diner. You recognised most of them as some of his friends outside of the workplace as well. Hyunjin spots you watching them enviously as Chan takes his time to relax whilst you run around carrying trays of drinks, and waves at you enthusiastically.

You smile back, and he spins around to face Chan properly again. Sat beside him is an unfamiliar figure, who looks a little lost in the red and blue glow of the diner. He wears a thick black hoodie, despite the heat in the diner, and a cap pulled over what looks like black hair. Around his neck sits some expensive looking headphones, and you wonder if he’s a new student to the university. Hyunjin was good at picking up new friends left, right and centre, so it wouldn’t surprise you.

You don’t have time to admire the mysterious new boy as you run orders of milkshakes around the place, then the food that Minho and Woojin start plating for you. Eventually Minho rings the bell for new food so many times that Chan pulls himself away from his friends and begin dealing out food. When the initial lunch rush has ended you take a moment to catch your breath behind the counter, letting Chan take the new orders as the students walk in.

“So, Y/n, good to see you are still running this place for Chan,” Felix chuckles as you walk over, asking if they wanted anything. “I’ll take a banana milkshake, cream but no sprinkles or cherries.”

“You are a heathen,” the new boys says, surprising you as you twist to start the milkshake machine again. Hyunjin giggles his signature laugh and Seungmin snorts beside Felix, who looks shell-shocked that the new boy not only spoke, but was quite so savage. “What? Banana milkshakes suck at the best of times.”

“Not these ones. Y/n have a special talent,” Felix winks at you, making you roll your eyes at the boy. His countless attempts at flirting with you have got him nowhere; you weren’t interested in dating, unless your date was your soulmate. But, seeing as Lucas didn’t think they existed, you didn’t think you’d be dating anytime soon.

“Don’t flatter me Felix. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to place a cup in the holder and press the banana button,” you say, making Hyunjin laugh even more. The mysterious guy has a smile on his face that makes your heart flutter; now that he has lifted his head, you can see his face better, and see that he has has the loveliest brown eyes that are inviting and warm.

“Well, Changbin still needs to try it,” Felix replies with a defeated sound in his voice. He soon perks up as you hand him the glass and takes a big sip. So Changbin was the name of the mystery boy. Hearing his names makes your tummy flip, and is what prompts you to ask the next question.

“What flavour would you like? Consider it on the house,” you say, trying to stop the blush creeping up your neck. Changbin has a flush of pink across his cheeks and nose, and stumbles over his words as he tries to say that you shouldn’t. “Consider it a ritual to the diner for the first time, then. Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla?”

“Why not banana?” Felix asks, pouting over his red paper straw.

“Because nobody likes banana!” Seungmin exclaims loudly, making the diner quieten for a little. Chan rolls his eyes as he walks over, having finished keying in the new orders.

“I see you’ve met Changbin,” Chan smiles, reaching under the counter for his water bottle. “He’s majoring in music production at SSCA, and has just transferred to Jisung’s class. The three of us are working on a project for their class next term.”

Jisung was Chan’s best friend outside of the diner. In his downtime, Chan was also a music producer, also working for SSCA on their lectures and project designing. You wonder how much Jisung offered to have Chan work on the project with him, seeing as it was strictly against the university rules to have a student work on a project with a tutor.

“Music, huh? That’s a bold choice,” you say, your tummy still doing the flip thingy. “A choice that you won’t make is what milkshake flavour you’d like.”

Changbin lets out an exasperated laugh, asking for the strawberry flavour. As you turn around to make the drink, you hear Chan and Changbin begin talking about the music, whilst Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix begin chatting about their classes. When you spin back to hand Changbin the drink, he has obviously been staring at you for a while, as you make him jump and blush again.

“Enjoy,” you say with a bright smile before going to take payment from a lot of broke university students. Changbin follows you as you continue working into the afternoon. When it’s time to leave for his afternoon lecture, he tries to wait until the last second before he has to sprint down the hill to SSCA. He desperately wants to say goodbye to you, but he doesn’t know why. The logical side of his brain thought it was so weird that he was so desperate to wish you well, but something inside of him wouldn’t just let him leave.

“Hey, y/n,” Hyunjin calls over, a small stack of change on the counter. “Here’s the money for Felix’s milkshake. I’ve got class now, but I’ll see you later?” You wander over, and Changbin is grateful for the taller boy offering him the opportunity to speak to you again.

“Thanks! See you around,” you smile at the four boys who were all climbing out of their chairs and bickering about being late to class.

“See you, y/n. It was lovely meeting you,” Changbin says with a shy smile, making all three boys fall quiet. He could already hear the teasing that he was going to get for this. “Thanks for the milkshake; Felix was right, it was the best.”

And with that he makes a beeline for the door, leaving you feeling confused but giddy. His sweet farewell makes you ride out the rest of your shift on a high, despite Chan teasing you on and off for the remainder of the shift until you close in the evening.

-

“You are looking a little loved up,” Chaeyoung giggles as you return from your shift late at night. Yuqi sleeps on the couch, her small body taking up all of the space. Chaeyoung relaxes in the small love seat, watching some cheesy drama on Netflix. You cover your cheeks with your hands, unsure of what she was saying.

“What do you mean?” You ask, dropping your bag next to your shoes and wandering into the kitchen to fetch yourself a drink. When you return, Chaeyoung has this knowing smile on her lips.

“You look like my parents do when they haven’t seen each other in a while. Like you’ve just found the half of you that you didn’t know was missing,” she says, checking her phone for the time. “Meet anyone new today by chance?”

“Chaeyoung he was so cute,” you confide, making her smile even brighter. “He majors in music at SSCA and is good friends with Chan. And Chaeyoung he has this most amazing smile.”

“Did you get his number?” She asks, and your heart plummets all of a sudden. You realise that you had no way of contacting him. Far short of stalking Chan’s private instagram until you found someone that looked like him and then messaging him like a stalker, you had no connection to him. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“What if he doesn’t come back? What if I only had one shot? Chaeyo-”

“Calm down!” She interrupts, the smile still on her face. “I’m sure he will be back. If not, you can always ask Chan for his number. You know he would happily give it to you, given how lonely you are these days.”

“Wow, thanks,” you reply with a huff, still smiling brightly. You didn’t think that anything could kill your mood tonight. “On that note, I’m going to bed.”

“Good night, y/n,” she says, turning the television volume down. “Oh, and don’t tell Lucas that you might have met your soulmate.”

-

part 2 // master list // request

[sunflowerstrays]

Hi I was just wondering how many chapters of “these things happen by accident “ have you written because the masterlist only shows 16 but then I also found 2 chapter 17 when I was scrolling through your blog🙈the first one was on the Ferris wheel and the second was with Seungmin at the ice cream shop😊I also tried searching for all of the chapters with keywords but the one with them on the Ferris wheel doesn’t pop up so I think that may also be why people haven’t been reading the latest chapters

hey! i just updated my masterlist and i believe now it should all be up to date. thank you for letting me know :) <3

[sunflowerstrays]

nct jaehyun x reader: you used to be a private sm trainee (trained alone + interacted w/ the manager & all sm idols BUT nct). due to family problems back in your home country, you gave up trainee life. You come back to korea for the summer and amber brings you to the nct uniform photo shoot to surprise one of nct's manager (your past manager). here you meet all of nct and they learn that you used to be a trainee + jaehyun falls in love w/ you. LOTS OF FLUFF AND HUMOUR PLS. you can alter this :)

hi !! i know it was literally forever ago you sent this. but i actually really loved the idea and thought it was wonderful and i wanted to work really hard on it for you (that’s if you are even around anymore, i wouldn’t be surprised if you wasn’t!)

the link is here: https://jaebumswrittenstars.tumblr.com/post/184891518469/return-jjh

hope you enjoy it sunshine and i’m so sorry once again <3

[sunflowerstrays]

return ➯ jjh

gif not mine, credit to owner.

jung jaehyun x reader.

words: 4.3k.

genre: fluff.

requested? yes.

warnings? mentions of hospital briefly.

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“Amber!” You scream, as you see your old best friend pressed against the glass of SM’s main building. You risk your life in front of a taxi as you run cross two lanes of traffic. Naturally, Amber is laughing hard at you as you approach each other.

“Y/n!” She yells back, wrapping her arms around you tightly. During your trainee days you had worked alongside the f(x) girls, and had been close with them all. You were a dark horse for SM, a solo idol that would debut between the time of f(x) and Red Velvet. When and how you’d debut had never been made clear, but you were happy to be writing and performing music.

f(x) had debuted for over a year before you had to stop your training. Since their debut SM had questioned when to let you debut, and you had been growing impatient; your best friends had all debuted, and there were no other trainees your age. All the other trainees were barefaced teenage boys and girls that you never really saw yourself being close with.

When SM decided that you would debut in six months, you couldn’t have been happier. Following this was news of your sister being hospitalised after a major car crash, and you didn’t want to be away from your family at the time. After she finally recovered, your spirit for creativity had been broken. You hadn’t touched an instrument in years, and refused to sing if it could be possible. Eventually even SM stopped nagging you for a return.

You never thought you would return either. Your motivation and passion for writing had broken, but after having been forced to get a job in a company you hated, you figured you had to pull yourself together.

That was why you were standing in the heavily changed foyer of SM a solid few years after having left it in tears.

“You look so happy and healthy!” Amber loops her arm in yours as she drags you through the building.

“I don’t feel it,” you reply half heartedly, making Amber laugh lightly. Two months ago you had broken down to her on the phone about your life, and she had booked you a ticket back to Seoul to come see her and the girls again. She figured that, even if you just met with some of the people you used to work with, you’d feel infinitely better immediately.

That was your main goal for the month; you would meet your old manager and any fellow idols still in the company that you knew. You knew there were a lot of new faces you wouldn’t recognise; namely, those of NCT, who were an ever expanding group that your old manager now overlooks.

Amber runs you as up-to-date on years worth of missed news within the company whilst she walks you to your old manager.

“I think he is in a photo shoot with the boys, but if you call him aside, they won’t mind,” Amber says, before disappearing to find the girls so they can take you out for lunch. You face the door to the photography room, feeling as nervous now as you was when you were younger and eagerly waiting to debut.

The first thing that hits you is the overpowering smell of hairspray, then the presence of the boys stood in the middle of the room. They are all howling at something the tall brown haired boy had said, wiping the tears from their eyes and sending all of the stylists into a frantic panic as they threaten to wipe away their makeup.

“Y/n?” Your old manager asks, spotting you in the doorway. The laughter is cut and everyone is left staring at you.

“Hiya, Mr Lee,” you wave back timidly. He walks to you and wraps you in a tight hug, making you hesitate for a moment. You could sense how emotional he was feeling as he holds you.

“My gosh have I missed you a lot,” he steps back, straightening his tie and regaining his professionalism. “It has been a while.”

“It has indeed,” you reply, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your coat. You glance at the nine boys who look at you curiously. “I see they’ve worked out well for you though,” you add as an observation.

“My NCT boys,” Mr Lee smiles, motioning for you to walk closer to them. “A comeback in a few months, but today they are doing a photoshoot today for a new model deal they’ve made. Have you met them?”

“I met Johnny once, the others are all an entire generation younger than me though,” you laugh awkwardly. Behind your manager all the boys on the shoot look as awkward as you feel.

“Well, they’ve got another ten minutes of this shoot, then perhaps you could meet them?” He asks. Without being told they all return to their shining personalities. You stand at the edge of the room, wondering if you had pursued music, would your life be like this now?

Once the set has finished you are surrounded by the group of boys that you’ve never met before. Johnny is the only person you recognise, but even he has grown by a foot. He smiles, barely remembering you as well.

“Boys meet y/n. Y/n, the boys,” your manager says, before introducing them all separately. They all look so young, even though you aren’t much older than some of them. “Y/n used to be my idol, a long time ago.”

“What happened?” Taeyong asks curiously. Your manager shares your story without you even opening your mouth, making you cringe as he shares the details of your sister’s accident before you can stop him. “Oh, that’s sad. Are you returning to SM then?”

“I haven’t looked into music in a while, I highly doubt it,” you reply sadly. The boys all lose their smiles, thinking of how painful it must have been for you.

“But perhaps we will sway you back over,” your manager says, trying to lighten the atmosphere unsuccessfully. The NCT boys all laugh awkwardly, as if they felt compelled to, and you just give a weak smile that doesn’t even attempt to agree with him.

“Y/n!” Amber screams from the door, making you jump. Her timing was impeccable in getting you out of the situation. “The girls are all waiting in the car downstairs. Shall we?”

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You’d been back in Seoul for two days now. Somehow you had ended up in many meetings, despite the trip being a holiday. You had spent more time inside of SM’s building than you had outside of it.

But this meant that you’d gotten to know people around the company a lot more. Now you knew that that EXO was three members smaller, Red Velvet were going very strong, Super Junior hadn’t stopped making music and NCT hadn’t stopped growing in group size.

You got on particularly well with the NCT members. Your manager would try and force you to interact with them at any opportunity. Something told you that he was desperate for your return, but you were feeling stressed about the thought of it.

When you asked NCT if he was always like this, they had all agreed with you. Johnny had even said that sometimes he gave them all so many different events that they were just overwhelmed.

For the first time since coming back to Seoul, you’d be doing something lively in the evening. Taeyong, Taeil and Johnny were going to sneak you in to a masquerade event that celebrities had been invited to, and some of the older members of NCT would be attending.

Taeyong was waiting in the hotel lobby for you, his face hidden behind a mask to keep his identity hidden. His silver hair is styled back, and you wonder how much hair spray and makeup went into his look today. The thought makes you giggle as you greet him politely.

The taxi outside had three more boys inside, and you squished between a masked Johnny and Taeil, both whom hugged you as you greeted them. Opposite you was Jaehyun, with his shock written clear across his face behind the mask he was wearing. You giggle at his expression, waiting for him to finally recover.

“When you said we were picking up a mystery guess, I wasn’t expecting this,” Jaehyun says, running a hand over his styled brown hair. Johnny chuckles, poking your cheek before looping his arm in yours.

“We couldn’t not bring y/n. I feel like she needed a pick me up, ya know?” Johnny grins, and the comment makes you smile. The whole situation is overwhelming; you were going to a celebrity party as a friend of the boys, and you had an inkling of an idea on how that would be covered in the media tomorrow. You didn’t want to go inititally, but after Taeil had pouted and Taeyong begged until you agreed to come, you were excited.

The hotel that the party is being held at is lavish, and the number of cameras outside are ridiculous. Fans of the various people invited to the party line up, all nervously waiting to glimpse even a flash of their favourite people. You hide behind Taeyong and Jaehyun, praying that the mask you had bought is enough to cover your face from the cameras.

“So plan for the night is to keep y/n occupied all night,” Taeyong says quietly as you pass the cameras. All the boys have a stern look on their face as they pass the flashing cameras, looking extremely attractive. It’s moments like this that you don’t regret dropping out of music, because the intense lights and non-stop lifestyle is something that you don’t think you’ll ever become accustomed to. “Jaehyun, you get first watch.”

“I do not need babysitting,” you say indignantly. Taeyong gives you a smirk before disappearing inside the foyer with Johnny and Taeil, saying he was looking for a friend.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly to Jaehyun, who looks as intimidating as a Greek god stood in front of you in a suit and mask like that. Jaehyun glances at you before softening up and leading you into the hotel.

The time you spend with him is actually very pleasant, and it turns out that despite the intimidating facade, he is actually a sweetheart. He doesn’t hesitate in buying you a drink and introducing you - as a friend - to lots of idols his age that he knows. But by the twelfth new person you come into contact with, you were exhausted from the sudden busy introductions.

Jaehyun notices this, and politely wishes a farewell to an old friend before taking you over to the hotel’s large garden space. There are only a few people quietly chatting, leaving the two of you in peace. Jaehyun and you begin wandering around, both of you seemingly grateful for the quiet.

“It’s really tiring, isn’t it?” Jaehyun confesses quietly, loosening the mask on his face. “Like, don’t get me wrong. I love it, and I wouldn’t change my career for anything in the world. But sometimes I just think, damn I’d really love to know these people outside of this setting. When every move I make isn’t going to be judged by millions. You know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you smile sadly. Jaehyun looks even better in the moonlight, and it’s awfully distracting. “I guess I’m grateful that I escaped it. I’m not sure if I’d ever get used to this lifestyle, actually.”

“I’ve been in SM for a long time now. Johnny mentioned that he had seen you a few times, but I’ve never seen you before the other day. And have only heard of you a few times - how come you were never promoted like the f(x) girls?” Jaehyun asks innocently. You are happy to indulge him in your story, and tell him all about the promotions SM had planned for you.

“But your family needed you,” Jaehyun says sadly. You nod your head, not really sure what to say. “Would you ever consider joining the company again?”

“Mr Lee didn’t set you up for this, did he?” You jokingly say, making Jaehyun smile with laughter in his eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m currently working a nine till five job in an office I hate. Songwriting was always my passion and now I couldn’t be further from it if I tried.”

“So maybe?”

“I think I’m a bit old for the whole idol thing now,” you chuckle, making Jaehyun shake his head. He claims how some of the idols in the company are twice your age and still making music. “But that’s Choi Siwon for you.”

Jaehyun’s eyes light up in laughter again, crinkling slightly at the sides as he grins at you. “Maybe. But I’m serious, even if it’s just song-writing. You should stop by the studio one night, see what you’ve still got in you.”

“Don’t expect me to Cherrybomb my way through the doors. I haven’t physically danced, or done sports for that matter, in so long that I don’t think I could manage,” you say, making Jaehyun laugh even harder. His laughter becomes washed away with the sound of the hotel nearing again, and you want to cringe at the busyness inside of the building. But somehow, you feel a little bit better about your future, and you aren’t sure how Jaehyun has done that for you.

---

“Wow, you actually came,” Jaehyun sounds surprised as you join him in the studio. He had asked Amber to tell you he’d be there in the evening. Amber hadn’t hesitated to tease you all day and had walked you to the studios to send you off, and you could already imagine the questions she would ask you later on.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Jaehyun, I dropped out of the company but I’m not that much of a let down,” you joke, joining him at the computer. This wasn’t the studio you spent countless hours pouring over a notebook and keyboard in, but it was still just as nostalgic.

Jaehyun laughs hard at your comment before shifting over on the bench. All he wears now are grey joggers and a baby blue hoodie that makes him look incredibly soft. It’s hard to believe he was the same man you were with last night, who was chiselled out of pure stone and intimidated everybody he spoke with.

He is happy to show you the things that he had been working on, which included as OST that he would be singing for an upcoming drama that a friend of his was directing.

“They are beautiful words,” you say to Jaehyun, spotting his notebook on the desk in front of him. The words are scrawled messily across the page, reminding you of your old notebooks. Seeing it makes you smile.

“Thank you. It’s a lot more heartfelt than I’m used to, so I’m a bit nervous,” Jaehyun says, resting his hands in his lap and turning to you. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you, and finding your passion for songwriting again-”

“Jaehyun I haven’t thought about writing in such a long time,” you politely cut him off, picking up a pencil and twirling it in your fingers. It was a lie, because you had spent a long time dreaming about continuing your passion from a company somewhere else instead. “I don’t think I could write anything if I tried.”

“But you haven’t tried, y/n. So you don’t know,” his argument is too good for you to battle against, and so you give up the debate before it’s even really begun. The smirk Jaehyun gives you makes your body shiver.

The two of you begin debating about your writing ability, and Jaehyun is determined to get something out of you before the day has ended. Just to prove a point you take the head and write the first line of words that come to your mind.

“That’s a start,” Jaehyun smiles, admiring your messy handwriting. “If only Mr Lee could see you right now.”

“I’d already have four mini-albums released,” you roll your eyes, making him laugh again. The way he expresses his happiness makes you smile, especially when he throws his whole body back and rests his hands on his stomach. Even his fluffy hair joins in, bouncing back and forwards until he controls it with his hands again.

Despite the intimacy of being this close to Jaehyun, with his notebook open that exposes his deepest thoughts to you, you feel really comfortable with him. His personality is sweet and funny at the same time, and you find it easy to chat with him. You don't end up writing anything else, and the short line of words on the page feels pathetic, but you just enjoy spending time with him.

It isn't until Amber calls you at exactly eleven thirty that either of you realise how late it is. Jaehyun looks at the phone then at you, raising an eyebrow, and you just cringe at the phone call. You sit in silence until it rings off, not wanting to share this time with anyone but him.

“I guess I really ought to go now,” you say, stuffing your phone into your pockets and facing Jaehyun. He is slowly packing away his things as well, clearly planning to leave.

“Let me walk you home?”

---

“Johnny I need your help,” Jaehyun announces as he walks into the taller boy's bedroom. “You are the only one I trust. Well, that's a lie. I don't trust you. But anyway, help.”

“What's up? I'm assuming a lot given the dramatic entrance,” Johnny snorts, sitting up from his bed. It was almost midnight, and Johnny was struggling to sleep, instead opting to interact with some lively fans on social media instead.

“Y/n. I asked her out on a date and now I don't know what to do,” Jaehyun says exhaustedly, slumping to the floor. Johnny merely raises an eyebrow in response.

“You really- wow, you know you've known her like a week, right?” Johnny asks, humour in his eyes. Jaehyun runs his hands through his hair, sighing angrily to himself.

“Yes. Which is the problem. But after spending all of the party together, and then hanging out with her tonight-”

“You hung out with her tonight?” The boy's tone is incredulous, leaving Jaehyun rolling his eyes tiredly.

“Yes, shut up. Only at the studio so it wasn't anything intense. But I'd really like to hang out with her properly, and not when I'm sweaty from dance practise and feel like a wreck,” Jaehyun confesses, leaving Johnny stumped. “And she said yes, so I said I'd text her with an idea and now my mind has gone blank.”

Johnny throws his head back and laughs at his friend's hopelessness, making Jaehyun smack his legs in annoyance. Johnny begins listing off first date ideas, ranging from the very basics of a nice lunch or cinema showing, to more extreme ones of skydiving and swimming with dolphins.

“I don't want to be boring, but also don't want to kill her,” Jaehyun complains to Johnny about his lack of consistency with his suggestions. Johnny laughs hard again before searching on his phone a better list for Jaehyun to choose from.

“How about bowling? Amber said to me once she used to love going bowling with the girls. Perhaps that would be a good start?” Johnny asks, locking his phone and facing Jaehyun. Jaehyun thinks about for it for a brief moment before a smile breaks out on his face.

“Yes, actually, I'd love that. And I think she would too,” Jaehyun grins, jumping up from the floor and thanking Johnny. He disappears from the room to text you privately in the space of his room, Haechan already asleep on the bed sheets across the room.

Jaehyun assumes that you'll be asleep at this time, so takes his time with a shower and getting changed for bed. But when he finally crashes again, there's one unread message under your name and he can't stop the smile on his face.

You reply that you'd love to go bowling with him, already asking for a date and time. Jaehyun can't contain his excitement as he asks about Friday night, knowing about a quiet bowling alley downtown that the boys go to when wanting to blow off steam. Despite the late hour, your excitement gets the best of you when you reply back an enthusiastic yes. Fifteen minutes later and Jaehyun is switching off his phone, entire body buzzing for Friday night.

---

“If I win tonight, you owe me dinner,” Jaehyun smirks at you as you both finish tying up your shoes. You raise an eyebrow at him, telling him that the game was on. You knew you were going to have the best time with the brown haired boy; and it shocked you, and Amber, that you were going to be going on a date with somebody so soon since returning to Korea. You were only planning to be here a short while, and whilst that was nagging at the back of your mind, you didn’t want it to ruin tonight.

It was safe to say that you had a good time. In fact, spending time with Jaehyun was incredible; he made you forget about all the stress that your life was, and filled a hole in your chest that you didn’t realise needed filling.

But it also turns out that he is incredible at bowling. And beats you by an easy thirty points, including two strikes that you had no hope of getting. Despite your competitive nature, you were happy to see him win. The glow on his face for the rest of the evening was worth the knock to your dignity.

However, it did spark the first argument when the two of you rolled up to a tiny vendor selling street food just outside the bowling alley. Whilst you were busy ordering some finger food for you and Jaehyun, he had taken out his wallet and handed the seller the correct change without debate.

“That wasn’t part of the contract!” You complain once out of earshot of the foodcart, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him anymore. “You said if you won, I’d pay.”

“I knew I was going to win anyway. I just wanted to see if you were any good,” Jaehyun laughs at the disappointed look on your face as you make your way through a quiet nearby park. “Besides, there was no way I was letting you pay. So you might as well just shut up about it already.”

“I don’t know if I can put up with this for too long,” you tease, watching Jaehyun’s mouth fall open as he goes to take a bite of his food. He makes a comment back that has you in stitches, and that’s how the rest of the evening goes for the pair of you. This flirty banter that keeps the conversation light hearted, entertaining, and makes Jaehyun fit the mould of the perfect guy even more.

He even goes to the effort of walking you to your hotel after the date ends, not wanting you to walk alone in the dark. In the quiet foyer of the hotel you turn to face him, carefully studying the lines of his face to gauge whether he’d like to meet again or not.

“We should do this again sometime,” you say bravely, sticking your hands in your coat pocket and swaying on the balls of your feet. “You are pretty cool, Jaehyun.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” Jaehyun chuckles, a hint of shock in his eyes from your compliment. “But yeah. All jokes aside, I would love to hang out with you again. Now for the awkward bit; am I allowed to give you a hug?”

You lean forward and extend your arms, Jaehyun meeting you halfway. He presses his face into the top of your head, and you smile against his chest at the action. He was becoming so perfect that it was beginning to become painful. When he finally lets go you give him a small wave before leaving him.

When in bed, you text Jaehyun and remind him to let you know when he gets home safe. As you do this, you realise that you might just be a little more invested in this relationship than you initially thought; granted it was still early days, however it had been so long since someone had made you feel this special.

This keeps you awake as you text Jaehyun late into the night. He complains about the busy schedule that he has tomorrow, and is subliminally sulking that he can’t see you either. You keep winding him up but truthfully you are a little sad as well.

Falling asleep that night, you are happier than you’ve been in a long time. It makes you confused that one date and hanging out a few times with Jaehyun can make you this happy. But you didn’t want to question it in fear that something bad would happen to it.

Jaehyun sends you a final goodnight text just as it becomes painful to keep your eyes open. The message, a simple ‘Goodnight y/n. Thank you for the wonderful evening x’ makes your heart flutter in your chest. As you roll over and close your eyes, you fall asleep with the biggest smile on your face. At this rate, you were somewhat certain that things with Jaehyun were going to go really well.

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master list // request something

[sunflowerstrays]

hi! do you have a twitter?

hey! i do, but it’s only a personal twitter lol. if you want to follow it it’s @/maisy_hs, but i’m not hugely active on it <3

[sunflowerstrays]

what groups do you currently write for? Love your stuff!

hi !! i most commonly write for stray kids, nct (all units), got7, day6 and seventeen, however i do take requests for monsta x, pentagon, exo, bts, pentagon, astro, ateez, and most other groups as well :) hope this helps <3