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⌖ summary: you get stuck with your crush several feet above the ground
“Oh, look at that! You two are matching today,” Your friend teased, pointing out the similarity between your and Euijoo's blue outfits.
"It's just a coincidence that we're both wearing blue," You shrugged, discreetly stealing a glance at Euijoo's outfit. "I mean, it's just a blue cardigan and a white shirt," you added, downplaying the resemblance between your outfits.
Your friend had been playing matchmaker for a while now, insisting that Euijoo was your perfect match. Although you tried to brush it off as ridiculous, you couldn't deny that he seemed like your ideal choice both physically and in terms of personality.
However, determined to prove your friend wrong, you began to avoid Euijoo altogether. But to add to your dismay, it seemed that fate had other plans. Your friend had begun dating one of Euijoo's friends, Maki, so there was no escaping his presence, no matter what. Now, it felt like you were cursed to encounter Euijoo everywhere you went.
You were being reminded of his presence constantly, making it increasingly difficult to forget the fact that you were starting to develop feelings for him. The more you tried to avoid him, the more you found yourself drawn to him.
"It's about time! We've been waiting in line for ages!" Maki exclaimed as the six of you finally reached the front of the Ferris wheel queue.
"Maki and I can go in one. Yuma and Jo can take the second one, and-" Your friend began to assign seating arrangements, but you quickly froze in your tracks, realizing their trap.
"No, I-" You started to protest, but it was too late.
"Great idea!" Maki chimed in enthusiastically. "You and Euijoo can go into the third one together.”
You tried to hide your panic as you cast a subtle glance at Euijoo, who seemed oblivious to the situation. The thought of being alone with him in a small, enclosed space made your heart race with both excitement and dread.
"Why don't I go with Jo or Yuma?," Your attempts to escape the situation were unsuccessful as Maki playfully pushed you into the Ferris wheel cart with Euijoo.
"Nope, you and Euijoo are going together," He said cheerfully, ignoring your protests.
As the door closed with a click, sealing you and Euijoo inside the small Ferris wheel cart. You shot your friends a final glare as you silently cursed them with your eyes.
You were now trapped in the confined space with Euijoo, your heart racing as the cart started to move, slowly lifting you off the ground and bringing you higher and higher. You avoided eye contact with him as he gave you a small smile.
Euijoo's voice broke the silence, his gaze falling on your outfit. "Looks like you're a fan of blue, huh?," He commented, his eyes lingering on your blue cardigan, bag, and shoes.
"I guess so,” You responded, your eyes falling on his outfit as you noticed the blue tones in his clothes as well.
Just as you were hoping for the ride to end swiftly, the Ferris wheel abruptly came to a halt, leaving you suspended high in the air. Euijoo seemed unbothered by the sudden stop, his gaze fixed outside.
"Looks like we're stuck," He said casually.
You attempted to turn your attention away from Euijoo and look outside, only to immediately freeze as you realized just how high above ground you were. Your heart raced with fear as your mind filled with worst-case scenarios. The thought of being stranded in a small Ferris wheel cart, several feet above the ground, terrified you.
"Hey, are you alright?," He asked gently, moving closer as he leaned forward, trying to get a better look at your face. His proximity made your heart flutter even more, but his gentle tone calmed your nerves a bit.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine," You replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but your trembling voice betrayed you.
"You don't look fine," He noted, his tone gentle yet firm. "You're shaking.”
"What if we're stuck here forever?," You blurted out, your anxiety getting the better of you.
"Don't worry," Euijoo reassured you. "They'll repair the ride soon. We won't be stranded up here for long.”
Euijoo attempted to reach for your trembling hands, but you quickly withdrew them, putting distance between you and him. The gesture stung a little, but he tried to hide it.
"I-I was just trying to help. I am sorry. I forgot that you hated me," He explained, trying not to sound too hurt.
You felt guilty as Euijoo apologized, realizing he had misunderstood the reason for your rejection. "I-I don't hate you," you stuttered, feeling terrible for making him think that. "I just-”
You hesitated, struggling to find the right words. Your eyes met his, and you saw the hurt in them. "It's not that I hate you. It's just-”
Euijoo waited for you to finish with a slight frown now. "Just what?"
"It is just that all our friends have been constantly teasing us about liking each other, and I have been denying it! But now, I have realized that I actually have feelings for you, and it is so embarrassing! I don't know what to do because if I confess, they will all tease me!" You rambled on, feeling both flustered and frustrated by the entire situation.
Euijoo's jaw dropped slightly at your words. "Hold on a moment," he said, trying to process everything you just said. "Did you just say you like me?”
You fidgeted with your hands, nervously twisting the hem of your cardigan, trying to avoid eye contact with him.
"Uh, yeah," You admitted, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red. "I have been trying to hide it, but it's true. I like you.”
Euijoo stared at you for a moment, taking in the sight of your flushed face and the shy way you were avoiding his gaze. He couldn't help but find your flustered state endearing. It was a side of you that he had never seen before, and he found it adorable. He chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief.
"So, all this time, you have been denying your feelings and avoiding me because you didn't want our friends to tease you?," He asked with an amused smile.
"Yeah, I didn't want them to know. You know how they are. They would never let me live it down. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction,” You nodded, feeling dumb about your actions.
"You know they would have eventually figured it out, right?,” He chuckled at your admission.
"Yeah, I know," You admitted with a sheepish grin.
Euijoo couldn't help but smile at your expression. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, “I thought you hated me.”
"What? Hate you? No, not at all," You quickly denied, shaking your head. Euijoo let out a soft laugh, seeing your reaction.
"Really? Because you sure acted like it," He said with a small chuckle. "You avoided me, ignored me, and barely even spoke to me. I thought you couldn't stand me.”
You felt guilty as he pointed out your past behavior. It was true, you had been distant with him, pretending that you didn't care about him in hopes of hiding your true feelings.
"Yeah, I know I haven't been exactly warm towards you," You admitted, your voice quiet. "But it wasn't because I hated you. It was quite the opposite, actually. You don't have to like me back or anything. I would totally understand if you don't because of the way I treated you.”
“Are you kidding? I've been pining after you for months, and you think I'd just stop liking you just because you were a bit cold to me?,” He chuckled softly and shook his head.
“Wait, what do you mea-,” Your words were cut off as Euijoo cupped your cheeks and gently pressed his lips against yours, catching you completely off guard.
The kiss was soft and tender, sending a shiver down your spine. You froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the unexpected gesture. But as his lips lingered on yours, you found yourself unable to pull away, melting into the kiss.
The moment you broke apart, both of you were snapped back to reality as the Ferris wheel began to move again. The sudden jolt startled you, and you instinctively grabbed onto Euijoo's arm, steadying yourself. Euijoo let out a soft laugh, his hand still resting on your cheek.
"Looks like we're moving again," He said, his voice slightly breathless.
"Seems like the Ferris wheel was waiting for us to get our act together," You joked, still feeling a little dazed from the kiss.
As you and Euijoo exited the cart, holding hands, you heard your friends cheer.
"Finally! The lovebirds are together!" Your friend exclaimed cheerfully, making you hide behind Euijoo before they could fully start teasing you about your denial era.
Maki chuckled in agreement, nudging Euijoo playfully. "Took you two long enough," He teased.
⌖ summary: you decided to test how transfer proof your lipstick actually is on your boyfriend
Nicholas looked at you skeptically as you beamed at your new lipstick, "Sweetheart, are you sure this isn't just another scam?”.
You rolled your eyes at his concern and retorted, "I've done my research this time. I read the reviews, and everything sounds legitimate.”
"Yeah, because online reviews are always so trustworthy. One kiss, and it would be gone," He teased as he crossed his arms over his chest.
You spun around to face him, giving him a playful glare as a sly thought crossed your mind.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was brewing in your mind, "Oh no, I know that look. What are you plotting?”
You walked towards him on the bed, an evil yet innocent smile playing on your lips.
"You know what," you began, twirling the lipstick in your hand. "I think I have a way to put your skepticism to rest.”
Nicholas leaned back against the pillows, his gaze flickering between you and the lipstick in your hand.
"Oh, really? And how exactly do you plan to do that?", He asked with an amused look.
You crawled onto the bed, straddling him as you sat down on his lap. His hands instinctively went to your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you with a smirk.
His breath hitched slightly as you leaned in close, the sly smile still playing on your lips. One hand rested on his chest, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt as you held up the lipstick in front of his face.
"Simple," You replied, your voice low. "I will show you just how transfer-proof this lipstick is.”
“Alright then, show it to me,” He challenged.
"Close your eyes," You whispered as you watched his eyelids flutter shut.
A stifled giggle escaped your lips as you watched him eagerly pucker his lips, clearly expecting a kiss. But instead of giving him what he wanted, you playfully pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain there. He huffed in mock disappointment, his eyes snapping open in surprise.
“Hey! That's not fair!”, He sulked.
With an evil smile, you proceeded to shower his face with kisses, avoiding his lips at every turn. You left a trail of red lipstick marks all over his cheeks, forehead, nose and chin.
"You're leaving lipstick marks everywhere but where I want them the most!”, He protested, letting out a chuckle at your behaviour.
"And where do you want them?", You teased with an innocent smile, making him roll his eyes at your antics.
“You know exactly where I want them," He huffed, gesturing towards his lips.
"Oh, here?", You teased, deliberately planting a kiss on the corner of his lips, just barely missing the mark.
Your teasing was cut short when Nicholas suddenly took control, grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer against him as his mouth moved hungrily against yours, and the lipstick that once adorned your mouth now left a messy, smudged trace on his own.
He leaned back against the pillows, pulling you with him as his hands roamed over your body. You were both breathless when you finally pulled away, and your lips were slick with smeared lipstick.
"Still think it's transfer proof?", He taunted, his fingers reaching out to wipe away the smeared lipstick at the corner of your mouth.
“Maybe, we can try it on another canvas?", You suggested, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt as you continued to press small kisses along his jawline.
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⌖ pairing: chung sanghyeon as your regular customer who has a crush on you
⌖ word count: 878
⌖ summary: you realise that your cute regular customer might have a crush on you
Your sister smirked beside you, teasingly elbowing you in the side, “Your number one fan is back.”
"Or maybe he is just a customer who happens to really love sweets. That's all," You rolled your eyes at her as you glanced over your shoulder to see the boy sitting down at the usual seat near the window. You quickly looked away, pretending not to care.
“His mom owns a café, you know. If he truly had a sweet tooth, he could go to his mom's place instead of coming here every day,” She pointed out, leaning against the counter as she stared at him from across the room.
Your sister's words made you freeze in your tracks for a moment as you processed the information. "Wait, his mom owns a café?", You asked, a hint of surprise in your voice.
Your sister nodded, her grin growing even wider, “Yeah, apparently they're quite famous for their desserts. But for some reason, your fan boy prefers to come here to see you instead.”
You knew she was right. There was a perfectly good café owned by his mom just down the street. So why did he keep coming here instead?
Your curiosity piqued, but you tried to play it off casually. "Maybe he just likes our desserts better," You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.
Despite your attempt to feign indifference, your eyes betrayed your interest, and you couldn't help but steal another glance in his direction. Your heart fluttered as the thought crossed your mind.
Your sister shook her head, clearly not buying it, "Or maybe he just likes admiring the pretty girl behind the counter.”
"You are delusional. He's just a regul—"
Your sister rolled her eyes, cutting you off, "Just go and take his order. He is probably waiting for you to grace him with your presence.”
Your heartbeat quickened as you realized that you would have to approach him and take his order. Trying to keep a casual expression on your face, you turned to your sister and sighed, "Fine, I'll go take his order.”
You felt your defenses weakening the moment you saw his endearing c-type smile and sparkling eyes. As you met his gaze, you plastered on a friendly smile, trying to steady your racing heart, "Hi there, what can I get for you today?”
His bright expression only widened as he looked up at you like he had been waiting all day just to see you, "A blueberry lemonade and pistachio cheesecake, please.”
"Okay, one blueberry lemonade and pistachio cheesecake coming right up," You said, scribbling down his order. "Anything else?”
Your sister's voice piped up from behind you, causing both you and your fan boy to freeze. "Perhaps her number?", She suggested slyly, making you whip your head towards her in mortification as you plead with your eyes for her to shut up.
You shot her a subtle glare, silently warning her to behave. "Ignore her," you muttered to him apologetically, "She is delusional and has no filter.”
Just when you thought the awkwardness had peaked, he leaned in slightly and added, "Can I have that too?”
His head tilted just enough to make your breath hitch. Your mind short-circuited for a solid three seconds as you stared at him, trying to process his words.
"You... you want what exactly?", You asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden racing of your heart.
He chuckled at your flustered reaction, his playful smile widening. "Your number," He admitted boldly, "Along with the lemonade and cheesecake, of course.”
He was really asking for your number?
"My number?", You repeated dumbly, still holding the notepad close like a shield. The way he looked at you, the way he casually asked for your number. It felt too much. He had no right to be this effortlessly attractive while you were actively malfunctioning.
He chuckled at your silence, his amusement only growing at your flustered reaction. "Your number," He reiterated slowly, enunciating the word as if you somehow missed the initial request.
He snatched your notepad with ease, scribbling down his number before you could even open your mouth to speak. You tried to hide your flustered expression, but it was a lost cause.
He looked down at the page, where you had written "Puppy" next to his order, and crossed it out as he gave you a small grin that screamed, “I saw that,” before replacing it with his name, “Sanghyeon.”
He handed the notebook back to you, his smile softening into something more shy as his eyes met yours.
"Here you go," He said quietly, pushing it toward your hands. "You can have my number instead. I am Chung Sanghyeon, and I really like you.”
“It is really nice to meet you, Sanghyeon,” You finally let out a coherent response as you tried to pull yourself together.
Your sister chose that very moment to stroll up with his order, complete with a puppy-shaped cookie on the side.
"I'll take that as you will be practically living at this café from now on?", She teased as Sanghyeon chuckled shyly at her words.
“If it means I get to see her again, then of course,” He replied smoothly as he picked up the cookie.
⌖ summary: you tried to set geonwoo up with your friend only to fall in love with him yourself instead
⌖ collaboration: The Wrong Match by @arafilez
From the very first moment you laid eyes on Kim Geonwoo on campus, you started mentally shipping him with your friend. He had that vibe that all her previous crushes had. Your friend said that you were ridiculous. You found yourself mentally creating a scenario in your head where the two of them would meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Despite your friend's skepticism, you went ahead and befriended Kim Geonwoo, determined to set him up with her. You were convinced that they were perfect for each other, and you couldn't wait to see the look on your friend's face when they finally got together.
"Just wait," You said with a mischievous grin when she scoffed about the idea.
But what you didn’t see coming was that, in your endless campaign to promote Kim Geonwoo to your friend, you would be the one caught off guard, developing a crush on him yourself. You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your feelings changed, but it might have been the first time he showed his responsible and reliable side while taking the lead in the group project, or perhaps during the playful exchange you had while he rolled his eyes at your doodles in class before showing you some of doodles of his own on his notebook. Most of them were weird-looking, but you found them really cute.
Whatever the case, your heart started to race every time he was near. You found your thoughts and daydreams slowly being taken over by him.
You still couldn't shake off the fact that you had been mentally shipping him with your friend, who didn't even seem to feel very strongly about him in that way. So you found yourself avoiding him, hoping that the feelings would magically disappear.
So when you found yourself backed into a corner of the classroom one week later, with Kim Geonwoo standing in front of you, blocking any escape route, you didn't know what to do.
You nervously laughed in an attempt to lighten the situation, but as you tried to sidestep him, he easily blocked your path.
"I can count the times you've looked at me this week on one hand. It's almost like you're avoiding me,” He folded his arms across his chest as his eyes narrowed at your demeanor.
“What do you mean? Why would I be avoiding you?”, You laughed awkwardly before trying to escape again.
He rolled his eyes at your awkward laugh, clearly unconvinced. As you tried to dash past him, he easily stepped in front of you again, this time placing his hand on the wall to trap you.
“What are you doing?”, You felt your breath hitching at the sudden proximity as your heart started to race.
He stepped closer until there was barely any space between you and him, sending flutters through your stomach. He didn't look very pleased with your decision to avoid him like the plague.
"Are you blind or something?”, He asked, making you blink in confusion.
You had never seen Geonwoo this pissed at you, and you would be lying if you said that you secretly didn't find it hot.
"Blind? I mean, my eyesight is pretty bad," You stammered nervously, making him scoff at your answer in disbelief.
"Yeah, your eyesight must be pretty terrible," He retorted, "Because you're clearly not seeing what's right in front of you.”
"But lucky for you, I am not blind and I can see the reason why you have been avoiding me," He said bitterly, secretly enjoying your nervous demeanour around him.
"You think I haven't noticed how you've been playing matchmaker, trying to set me up with your friend?", He chuckled with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"But then something happened, and suddenly it wasn't just about your friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, you started falling for me, too,” Your face burned redder than a strawberry, shocked that he actually found out.
Of course, he found out. Kim Geonwoo is observant and sharp as heck.
He waited for you to deny it, a part of him expecting you to do just that, to laugh it off and say it was all in his head. But the way you froze, your eyes widened, told him everything he needed to know.
“It doesn't matter. She would look better with you,” You sighed, avoiding eye contact with him as he rolled his eyes at your words.
"You think she would look better with me? After all the time you spent trying to push us together? We don't even have anything in common," He scoffed bitterly at your audacity. "I don’t want her. I never did. I want you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his words, your mind racing with the implications of what he just said. You tried to maintain your composure, but you couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest.
"You really are something else. Give me one good reason why I should choose her over you?", He said flatly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"You're her type?", You answered sheepishly, making him sigh in disbelief.
"Her type?", He repeated, as if he was making sure he heard you correctly, “So tell me, why did she start dating Xinlong all of a sudden if I am her type?”
She is dating Xinlong?
Your eyes widened in realization as you processed his words, the puzzle pieces suddenly clicking into place.
All this time, you had been so focused on trying to push her and Geonwoo together that you hadn’t even noticed your friend was already with someone else. And worse? You had completely overlooked how obvious it was. He never wanted her. He wanted you.
"So are you going to make a move like your friend did or not?", He had been mid-sentence and about to make another sarcastic remark, when your lips suddenly slammed against his soft and pillowy lips after you yanked him closer towards you by the collar of his shirt.
He froze in surprise for a few seconds before his lips started moving against yours as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, trapping you between the wall and himself.
When you finally pulled back for air, he was panting slightly with a stunned look on his face. He clearly didn't expect you to do that.
“That was some way to make a move,” He breathed out, chuckling softly at the way you stared at the ground in embarrassment as if you didn't pull that bold move on him a few minutes ago.
His hands were still gripping your waist firmly, keeping you flushed against him, and with his lips just inches away from yours, you found it a little hard to concentrate. He smiled with amusement as your lips slightly parted in anticipation.
"Oh? So you get to be bold like that and then act all shy after avoiding me?", He teased as he leaned in again.
He didn’t give you a chance to respond, capturing your lips in another kiss as he pushed you back against the wall. His tongue swiped across your lower lip, demanding entry which you quickly gave in to, letting him explore your warm mouth.
When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily. He let out a small chuckle, tracing his finger against your swollen lips as he took in your flushed face.
"You look so cute like this,” He murmured teasingly, earning him a small playful smack on the arm.
“Shut up,” You smiled softly as he rubbed the spot on his arm with a grin.
"So are you finally going to start shipping me with yourself now?", He was about to lean in for another kiss when a scream made you two break apart from each other.
You two looked over to the doorway to see Xinlong and your friend standing there with amused looks, making you hide your face in embarrassment.
“I like Geonwoo for you, she said. I knew he was your type from far away, she said,” Your friend teased.
“Shut up, I have bad eyesight,” You mumbled as all three of them chuckled.
⌖ summary: he lied about liking you back when you confessed and you found out months after dating
Sangwon knew he screwed up as soon as he agreed to date you. He knew deep down that he didn't have romantic feelings for you, but he couldn't bring himself to turn you down. He didn't want to see the look of disappointment on your face as you clutched the box of cutely decorated cookies you made for him.
So he simply went along with it, pretending to be genuinely interested in you too even though Leo berated him for his actions, knowing damn well what would happen if you found out.
The months had changed Sangwon’s heart in ways he never expected. What started as an act slowly turned into something real. He found himself looking forward to your texts, smiling at your inside jokes, even memorizing the way you took your coffee, but then you found out.
“Oh yeah, Sangwon only said yes because he felt bad for you,” The words hit like a physical blow.
And so there he was, in front of your doorstep, his heart pounding with anxiety and anticipation. He knew he couldn't avoid the confrontation any longer. He had been desperately trying to call and text you, in the hopes of explaining himself, but you had been refusing to engage with him. Now, he hoped that you would at least hear him out this time.
As his hand tightened around the bouquet of perfectly chosen red roses, he rang the door bell for the fifth time. He wasn't going to leave without conveying his true feelings today even if it meant sitting on your doorstep for a day like an abandoned kitten.
Just as he thought he would be stuck out in the cold forever, a sound interrupted his inner monologue and you opened the door before instantly trying to close it after seeing him there.
As much as it hurt him, seeing you do that, he couldn't blame you. He wouldn't have wanted to hear out anyone else either had he been in your position. How could you believe anything he said now when your relationship started on a lie? But Sangwon wasn't going down without a fight.
In a swift movement, he planted his foot between the door and the frame, stopping it from shutting completely. "Please," He winced, "Just listen to me for a minute.”
You froze at the sound of his voice, your attempts to slam the door faltering. It was clear you didn't want him here, but the desperation in his tone stopped you in your tracks.
Sangwon took advantage of this moment of hesitation and stepped further inside. "Please," He repeated, clutching the bouquet tighter. "I know I messed up, but just give me one chance to explain. That's all I'm asking.”
"So you can lie again?”, Sangwon flinched at your harsh words, knowing he had it coming. He couldn't blame you for your anger, for the way you saw him as nothing but a liar now.
"I promise I won't lie," He said, his voice firm, "Not anymore, so please just give me a chance to explain.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. "And why should I believe you? Every word that came out of your mouth was a lie before. How do I know this time is any different?.”
"I don't expect you to trust me just like that. I don't even deserve it," He admitted, his voice shaky. "But I'm here, aren't I?.”
Your hesitation grew more evident as you stood there, torn. Your heart said no, to not give him this chance, but a small voice within you insisted you hear him out. Finally, after a long, painful silence, you spoke, trying to sound as cold as possible. "You've got three minutes.”
He took a deep breath, his grip on the bouquet tightening. He knew this was his only chance, his last shot to make things right, and he wouldn't waste a single second.
"I never meant for any of this to happen," He said hoarsely, trying to ignore the tears brimming his eyes. “I was such a coward. I agreed to date you because I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but then things changed. I actually started to like spending time with you, to care about you. And then you made me fall for real anyway.”
As Sangwon opened his mouth to speak again, the words caught in his throat. His shoulders began to tremble, his hands clenching around the now crushed bouquet. "I'm sorry," He choked out, his voice cracking before fully breaking down into tears, "I'm so sorry.”
"I didn't mean to lie," He choked out between sobs. "But once I started, I got scared you would hate me if you knew.”
He looked up at you, his eyes pleading for forgiveness that he wasn't sure he deserved. "I was stupid, selfish, and scared. I never should have said 'yes' without considering the consequences. I thought I could ignore my feelings but I couldn't.”
"When I realized I was starting to fall for you, the guilt was eating me up. I didn't know how to tell you the truth without losing you," The bouquet of roses slipped from his shaking hands, landing on the floor with a soft thump and he fell to his knees, curling up into a ball as he sobbed near your doorstep like a small kitten.
You froze at the sight of him collapsing to his knees, a broken mess in front of you. The sound of his sobs echoed through the quiet hallway as he curled into himself. Taking a deep breath, you slowly lowered your hand to his shoulder, just barely touching the fabric of his shirt.
He raised his head, his tear-streaked face turning towards you. He looked so small and broken. Despite everything, your heart couldn't help but soften at the sight.
"Damn you," You muttered under your breath before hugging him. Your arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace, pulling him up from the floor. The moment your body touched his, Sangwon stiffened in shock and then melted into the hug. His tears soaked through fabric where he buried his face against your shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," He choked out between heavy breaths. "I don't deserve this but thank you.”
"Stop apologizing," You whispered, one hand rubbing circles against his back without thinking. "Just let it out.”
"I got snot on your shirt," He muttered, the words muffled against your shoulder. A chuckle escaped you. It was such a Sangwon thing to say. You could hear the embarrassment in his voice as he sobbed against your shoulder.
"It's just a shirt," You assured him, trying to keep your voice steady. "And I have a washing machine.”
"You're too good to me," He murmured weakly.
"I don't deserve it," He said softly, "You should be angry with me.”
"I should be," You muttered, your fingers gently running through his hair. "But I'm tired of being mad.”
"I'll spend every day making it up to you," He whispered against your shoulder, shaking with emotion. "Every second if I have to. Please just forgive me.”
It was clear he was sincere this time. As much as you wanted to believe him, you knew things wouldn't just magically be fine now.
"It's not that simple," You said softly, feeling his hope dim a bit, “It'll take time to rebuild trust.”
"I know," He murmured into the fabric of your shirt. "And I’ll wait for however long it takes. Please just let me stay.”
⌖ summary: you took xinlong to visit the new haunted house that opened at the amusement park
Xinlong knew this was a mistake. The second the door of the haunted house slammed shut behind him, he regretted every life choice that led to this moment. He should have ran away as soon as the haunted house was in view or jumped out of the car.
But Xinlong being Xinlong didn't have the heart to tell you that he would rather die than enter that house when you already booked tickets online weeks ago as a surprise and so here he was, even more terrified after seeing the interior. His heart hammered in his chest, and a chill ran down his spine as he took in the eerie surroundings. The fact that it looked too realistic for an amusement park didn't help either.
Were the people who created this haunted house sick? He wouldn't be surprised if actual ghosts lived there alongside the fake ones.
You flicked on the torch provided by the staff, the light cutting through the thick darkness as you stepped inside, only to turn back and find Xinlong still frozen at the doorway, gripping his own torch.
"Are you alright?", You asked, glancing back with concern.
"Yeah, yeah, I am fine,” Xinlong managed to stutter in response to your question before mustering up enough courage to follow you, not daring to turn on his own torch in fear of seeing something he would regret.
As you began walking into the haunted house, Xinlong trailed behind you, trying desperately to maintain some sort of composure even though he was crying from within. But it all fell apart when one of the actors suddenly touched his shoulder making him let out a blood curdling scream that would wake up even the dead.
You turned around at the sound of his shriek, only to see Xinlong practically glued to your back like a scared kitten. "It's just an actor!", You reassured him, though he was still shaking. Even the actor looked stunned.
"I-I am fine!", He protested, trying to sound brave, but his face said it all.
As you carefully navigated the corridors of the haunted house, Xinlong clung to you like his life depended on it, his grip tightening with every creaking floorboard beneath your feet. He kept his eyes firmly shut, determined not to witness even a glimpse of the horrors around him, almost tripping over stuff multiple times.
Maybe if he can't see them, they won't be able to see him either?
But he was instantly proven wrong when a head suddenly appeared in a nearby mirror, thrashing wildly and attempting to reach out towards him while mumbling something menacingly. Xinlong let out a horrified gasp, his eyes snapping wide open in shocked terror as he desperately tugged you closer for protection, practically shoving you between himself and the ghost.
"Why does this keep happening to me?!", Xinlong wailed, his voice cracking mid-sentence as the mirror ghost continued its dramatic flailing, even more determined to scare him now.
You, trying to play it cool, patted Xinlong on the back lightly. "Just a fun little surprise," You said nonchalantly, though secretly, you were finding this whole situation rather entertaining.
"Fun? This is NOT fun!", He whined louder, his voice reaching an octave you didn't know was possible. Just then, a wig fell in front of you both, adding salt to the wound. You could practically hear his soul leaving his body.
You found yourself torn between giggling at the scene and feeling sorry for Xinlong, who was clearly not enjoying the situation at all. You tried to soothe him, patting his back again and saying, "It's all part of the experience! Just a few more rooms to go.”
However, your reassurance seemed to have the opposite effect, with Xinlong's grip on you only tightening further. "A few more rooms?!", He repeated, sounding like he might hyperventilate at any moment.
"Hey, take deep breaths," You advised, attempting to sound calm and in control. "It's just a haunted house. Nothing here can actually hurt you.”
"Easy for you to say," Xinlong retorted, his voice muffled because he still had his face buried in your back. "You're not the one who feels like he's walking through a nightmare realm!"
You rolled your eyes, more than slightly amused by his dramatic reaction. But you couldn't help feeling a bit concerned as his whole body trembled with fear.
"Do you want to leave?", You suggested, genuinely concerned that Xinlong might actually have a heart attack with how terrified he was. The upcoming rooms were known for being terrifying, and you were starting to feel a little guilty for bringing him here.
Xinlong, still clinging to you, raised his head a bit to look at you, relief evident in his eyes. "Really?", He asked anxiously.
"Yeah," You replied softly. "It's okay to be scared. We don't have to force ourselves through this if it's too much."
Xinlong hesitated for a moment, considering your words. He still looked terrified, but there was a hint of relief in his expression. "O-Okay," He managed to say, his voice still shaky. "Let's leave.”
Just as you both reached the exit, a horrifying realization dawned on you, the main ghost, the one who was supposed to give everyone a final scare before they left, was stationed right at the exit, ready to sprint towards unsuspecting victims.
"Oh no," You murmured, your eyes widening in realization and before you could warn Xinlong, it happened.
With a loud screech, it lunged straight at both of you, crawling on all fours as its long arms reached out, and its eyes glowed an unnatural shade of red due to the lenses.
Xinlong let out a noise that wasn’t even human anymore as he stumbled back in pure terror. You barely managed to react before he tripped over your foot, sending both of you crashing into each other and onto the floor.
“Xinlong-” You tried to speak but Xinlong suddenly buried his head in your neck, seeking refuge from the terrifying ghost towering over you. Xinlong mumbled something, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "I hate this, I hate this," He repeated like a mantra.
"Uh, can we just leave? My boyfriend here is going to pass out," You asked nervously to the actor playing the ghost, while Xinlong absolutely refused to get off of you in fear of facing the ghost again.
The actor playing the ghost took a moment to assess the situation, then broke character for a moment with a sympathetic expression before backing up just enough to give you two a clear path to the exit.
Xinlong seemed to notice the movement and cautiously raised his head from your shoulder, peering warily at the ghost.
"It's letting us go?", He whispered, his voice filled with disbelief before moving off of you and helping you stand up.
"Yeah," You nodded reassuringly before dragging him out.
Once outside in fresh air again, Xinlong took several deep breaths before muttering, "I swear I am never doing that again.”
"Are you okay?," You asked, genuinely concerned.
He managed a weak chuckle and shook his head, "Not really. I think I lost ten years of my life back there.”
"Next time, let's stick to normal date nights, okay? Haunted houses are not for me," He pleaded, wiping away the beads of sweat from his forehead.
"Agreed," You affirmed, feeling a mix of amusement and relief. As a peace offering for the night's trauma, you leaned in and placed a light kiss on his cheek.
He shot you a small smile, still visibly shaken but trying to put up a brave face, "Apology accepted. But I'm never letting you choose a date night spot again.”
note: I did want to make it more realistic but got spooked midway while researching. Also, I know that halloween is over but I really wanted to write this.
⌖ summary: yeonjun doesn't want his baby girl to grow up
Yeonjun couldn't help but hover over the crib, entranced by the sight of your newborn daughter sleeping peacefully. You sighed and spoke up for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
"Yeonjun, you're going to wake her up if you keep hovering like that," You said gently. He looked up at you with a sheepish expression on his face, as if realizing he'd been caught.
Yeonjun chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving the sleeping form of his newborn daughter. "I can't help it," He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "She looks just like me. She is so beautiful.”
"Narcissistic enough?", You teased in a hushed tone, nudging his shoulder playfully as you looked down to look at her. Her face was a replica of Yeonjun's. Both shared the same eyes, nose, and pouty lips. It was as if your genes didn't even try. Nine months inside of you, and she came out looking exactly like her dad.
Yeonjun grinned unapologetically, his thumb brushing over the baby’s tiny knuckles. "I think she just took after her favourite person,” He whispered, looking at her features in awe.
"Like the way she gets cranky when she is hungry? Or the way she side eyes people when they don't pick her up immediately?”, You added, making Yeonjun mock glare at you while he wiggled his finger gently when the baby gripped it tightly.
"I still can't believe she's really ours. She is so precious and small. I want her to stay this size forever,” Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, his gaze never wavering from her face.
"You know she's not going to stay this small forever. She'll grow up fast,” You softly sighed as Yeonjun started getting emotional at the thought. He gently ran a finger over the baby's soft cheek, his eyes softening as she scrunched up her nose adorably.
"Don't remind me,” Yeonjun's voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze still fixed on the baby. The thought of her growing up so fast was bittersweet. On one hand, he couldn't wait to see her first steps and hear her first words. On the other hand, he wanted to freeze time and keep her like this forever.
You chuckled softly, understanding the mix of conflicting emotions. “You're already getting all teary-eyed again?", You teased gently, nudging him playfully.
It was endearing how he was already getting all teary just at the thought of your baby growing up too fast, but then again, this was the same man who had an entire nursery and closet planned for her before the first trimester was even halfway over.
And then he cried for hours after she was born, thanking you for bringing her into this world before taking pictures of her from every angle to put it in the photo album. It was both heartwarming and funny at the same time. You had never seen him this vulnerable before, and it only made you love him more.
"It's okay. She is just a week old. We still have years until she fully grows up," You chuckled softly, gently rubbing his back as he tried to blink the tears away.
Yeonjun sniffled and nodded, taking shaky deep breaths. "I know, I know," He replied hoarsely. "It just feels like time is already slipping through my fingers.”
"You'll have little tea parties, fun father-daughter dates, and those ramen movie nights you love so much. She'll look up to you, admire you, and love spending time with her dad," You reassured him warmly.
"And she'll listen to my dad jokes and actually get them,” He let out a shaky chuckle, his eyes still watery.
You chuckled at his theatrics, shaking your head. "You're delusional, you know that?"
"She'll probably have a better sense of humor than you,” He scoffed dramatically, pretending to be offended.
The baby suddenly let out a tiny squeak as if she was judging both of you from her crib, her small face scrunched up.
"See, she agrees with me," Yeonjun whispered triumphantly before dissolving into quiet laughter against your shoulder at her cuteness.
You couldn't help but snort, amused by his weird logic. "She is just making baby noises, you know. It doesn't mean she's agreeing with you.”
Yeonjun stifled a laugh, burying his face against your shoulder. "Okay, okay, she might be on your side now," He sighed, still grinning. "But I have a feeling she'll come around to my jokes soon enough.”
You leaned into him, your laughter softening as the baby settled again. "We'll see," You murmured, pressing a kiss on the baby's cheek, making her smile in her sleep.
And for once, he didn’t argue or joke back. He just held you tighter, his breath warm against your hair as you two watched the little princess sleep.
You watched as Soobin stumbled out of the bathroom, slightly sleepy, hair still damp and clinging to his forehead, wearing a soft grey sweatshirt that hung loosely over his sweatpants. His cheeks were flushed from the warm shower steam.
He was always handsome, no matter what he wore or did, but something about him coming out of the shower seemed different. It wasn't just the wet hair or bare face that made him attractive to you; it was his soft and squishy cheeks.
Soobin's usually soft and squishy cheeks always made you want to pinch them playfully. But there was something about the way they looked after a warm shower that made them even more adorable. They looked like freshly steamed buns, warm and puffed up, making you resist the urge to give them a gentle bite.
Soobin caught your gaze and let out a soft, sleepy chuckle as he flopped down onto the bed beside you like a drowsy bunny. His damp hair tickled his forehead, and one cheek squished slightly against the pillow.
“Do I look that good?” He teased as his gaze flicked to you, and he propped his chin on his palm, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
You couldn't hold back any longer. Soobin's eyes widened in surprise as you quickly moved to straddle him, pinning him down against the soft sheets of the bed. His cheeks flushed deeper under your gaze, and his breath caught in his throat.
He tried to push himself up on his elbows, but you leaned forward, pressing him firmly back onto the bed.
"W-what are you doing?”, He stammered, his heart skipping a beat as he stared up at you in surprise, unable to fully process what was happening.
He swallowed hard when you leaned down just a little closer, your face mere inches from his.
Soobin closed his eyes, breath hitching as you leaned in. He thought you were going to kiss him, only to feel a gentle bite on his right cheek instead.
Soobin blinked rapidly, struggling to comprehend what was happening. You were biting the soft skin of his round, squishy cheeks.
His expression shifted between bewildered and amused as you attacked his cheeks. He didn't know if he should swat your face away or just let you continue your assault.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”, He tried to push your head away and shield his face from you, but your grip on his cheeks was too strong.
"I'm having a snack”, You retorted before taking another playful bite on his plush cheek.
"I was expecting a kiss, you know", He tried to feign annoyance, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. "But instead, you decided to bite my cheeks like I'm a snack or something.”
"You're a snack," You leaned back slightly, giving his plush cheeks one last little nom before grinning down at him.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?", He chuckled, trying to act annoyed but failing miserably, to which you just laughed and grabbed his round cheeks again, giving them another playful squeeze.
Soobin's cheeks squished against your fingertips, his plump face transforming into a squishy, pouty mess. "I do not love this," He protested, trying to sound grumpy but failing miserably and yet, he didn't move an inch to stop you.
"I have been wanting to bite them since day one. They feel like soft and squishy buns. I just want to nom nom them 24/7," You cooed, giving them a gentle pinch.
Soobin groaned dramatically, cheeks burning hotter under your praise. You couldn't tell whether he was actually sulky or if he secretly loved the attention his cheeks were receiving.
"One day my cheeks are gonna mysteriously disappear," Soobin muttered, side-eyeing you, before finally pushing you off him gently, "And it'll be because someone couldn't resist snacking on them.”
"Yeah, I'll definitely eat you up one day", You teased, poking at one of his dimples with your fingers.
“You're such a weirdo", He muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes with a huff, but the way he let you continue to prod at his cheeks said it all.
⌖ summary: leo places badtzmaru plushies all over your apartment after seeing your disinterest in the character
To say that Leo was offended by your audacity in not adding Badtzmaru to your plushie collection would be an understatement. He tried to be patient and mature about it, but the more you overlooked his likeness, the more his patience wore thin.
It was just a plushie of a character who looked like him. Nothing more, right?
But his heart sank as he watched you once again skip past the Badtzmaru items in the store and grab yet another character's product, ignoring the one plushie that was practically a twin of his.
He tried to play it cool, dropping subtle hints over the past few weeks by saying stuff like, “Wow, you have almost the entire Sanrio collection here except one," or “I guess some characters just don’t get enough love,” while side-eying the plushies of the other characters as if it was their fault.
Fed up with your indifference towards Badtzmaru, Leo decided to take matters into his own hands. If you weren't willingly adopting Badtzmaru into your plushie collection, he’d make it happen by haunting you with it placing the character all over your apartment.
Was it childish? Yes
But would it get the message across? Also yes
Overnight, Badtzmaru plushies had taken over the entire apartment. As you stirred from sleep, the next morning, you found your head weighed down by a soft, squishy something. With a confused blink, you sat up, and the source of your head pressure fell off and landed on your lap. It was a Badtzmaru plush.
As the day progressed, more and more Badtzmarus began appearing. They were basically everywhere; on the couch, under the throw blanket as if it was taking a nap on the couch, inside your closet, on top of the fridge, on top of the coffee maker, on the kitchen counter, on the windowsill and on top of all this, one bold plushie was even perched atop the head of your beloved Cinnamoroll as if it was fighting for dominance.
Every time you discover a new Badtzmaru in an unexpected place, you'd turn to Leo with an amused expression and an exasperated shake of your head. Leo, in return, would try his best to play it cool, sipping his coffee or busying himself with his phone.
You gave him a knowing look, raising an eyebrow, "How are they multiplying so fast, hmm?."
His slight grin betrayed his innocent act, but he continued to feign complete obliviousness. "Guess they came to visit the other friends.”
"And sitting on top of Cinnamoroll?", You added, holding up the two plushies in your hands. Leo stifled a laugh, his act of obliviousness slowly crumbling. Leo bit his lip, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter, before he finally broke, “Fine, it was me.”
You playfully narrowed your eyes, feigning irritation even though you were secretly amused by his antics.
"Oh, it was you, was it?", You teased, crossing your arms, "I never would've guessed.”
"Guilty as charged. You don't know how long it took me to plan this," He admitted, raising his hands in mock surrender. Your lips twitched into a grin, betraying your amusement as you imagined him meticulously placing each Badtzmaru in strategic locations.
"Do you get the message now? Do you know how offended I was when you ignored Badtzmaru?", He said with a sulky look.
"So, this was your way of showing how offended you were?", You asked dryly, gesturing at the plushie army that had taken over your apartment.
Leo sat up, dropping the dramatic act for a moment. "It was a statement, okay? You can't just ignore Badtzmaru like that," He crossed his arms defensively with a pout that resembled the one on the plushie.
"Fine, I get it. Badtzmaru's officially included now,” you sighed, giving into his pouty expression as you hugged one of the plushies to prove your point. Leo's frown immediately vanished in favour of a satisfied smile.
"See? Was that so hard?" Leo teased, reaching to ruffle your hair teasingly. "I knew you'd come around to love my son eventually.”
He reached for another Badtzmaru, holding it up to your face, "Come on, admit it. He's kinda cute, right?.”
"Well, he would've been cuter if he hadn't tried to sacrifice Cinnamoroll in the oven,” You tried to maintain your unimpressed facade as Leo waved the Badtzmaru plushie in your face, but you couldn't help the smile that had started to form.
"You know," He said, grinning as he imagined it, "Cinnamoroll in the oven, I just couldn't resist.”
"You're absolutely insufferable," you said with mock annoyance in your voice, but the smile on your face gave you away.
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