Jul 11
guys for an upcoming fic :
do we trust woonhak to drive
HELLLL NAHHHHH
he got that (prolly)
Remaining time: 2 days 17 hours
Jul 11
run out of luck ⋆₊˚ myung jaehyun
synopsis: track athlete, myung jaehyun, is not as smooth as everyone thinks he is, as evident from his many attempts to woo you. in other words, 2 times he failed to ask for your number (+1 time you actually just gave it). third time's the charm, right? genre: track!myung jaehyun x gn!reader, fluff, crack cw: mutual pining (mostly jaehyun), secondhand embarrassment, literature rambles, insults w friends, uni au ⋆ wc: 5.4k a/n: finally i have a bnd post yayy she's free from blurb jail!! this could've been longer tbh but i love myself too much to do that. ne ways hope fellow onedoors enjoy this cuz i need more onedoor moots yall -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
if one were to ask students of koz university about myung jaehyun, one would likely get one of three answers. either he was: a friendly face who easily blended into any conversation (even with complete strangers), a playful flirt who could charm his way into your heart and mind, or a star student-athlete who was the track team’s golden goose.
all good things that made him the resident campus crush. stealing hearts, but never leaving any broken. chased after medals that hung heavy on his neck rather than an empty crush that would take up his thoughts. at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. things change.
“hi, i’m yn. i’m taking this literature class for the next few months, and i just wanna say i really enjoyed your interpretation of “the tale of hong gildong” with the classic “robin hood.” your insight on both pieces was really amazing and the comment on social protest or political loyalty, especially in the modern world, was honestly genius.”
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Jul 10
What We Never Were
Pairing: Sungho × fem!reader
Warnings: Mutual pining, unresolved feelings, reunion, emotional tension, wedding setting, "right person, wrong time" vibes, bittersweet ending.
Summary: Years after drifting apart, a wedding brings you face to face with someone who was never quite a friend, never quite a lover, and impossible to forget
Weddings had always felt a little strange to you.
There was something about them that made you nostalgic, even when the story wasn't yours.
So when you received an invitation from a mutual friend, you almost didn't go.
In the end, you convinced yourself it would only be a few hours.
Nothing more.
And for the first half hour, it seemed like you had been right.
You greeted a few people.
Congratulated the newlyweds.
Took your seat at your table.
Everything was fine.
Until you looked up.
And saw him.
Sungho.
He was standing on the other side of the reception hall, talking to someone.
For a moment, your heart seemed to stop.
Not because you hadn't moved on.
Not because you spent your days thinking about him.
It was simply that years had passed.
Real years.
Long enough for a lot of things to change.
But not long enough to forget.
Sungho saw you too.
Your eyes met for only a second before both of you looked away.
Like two completely mature adults.
Which, of course, ended up meaning that you spent a good part of the evening avoiding each other.
Whenever he appeared near where you were standing, you somehow found something else to do.
And every time you moved around the venue, he always seemed occupied somewhere else.
It was ridiculous.
And both of you knew it.
That was probably why it wasn't surprising when you eventually found yourself alone on the terrace a few hours later.
You needed some air.
A break from the music and conversations.
You rested your arms on the railing and looked out at the city lights.
Then you heard footsteps approaching.
You didn't need to turn around.
"Hey."
Sungho's voice sounded exactly the way you remembered it.
"Hey."
Neither of you said anything for a few seconds.
Not because there was tension.
It was simply strange to speak again after so much time.
Sungho stopped beside you.
Without standing too close.
"It's been a while."
A small laugh escaped you.
"I think that's an understatement."
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Yeah."
The silence returned, though it didn't feel uncomfortable this time.
Inside, the music continued.
Someone laughed.
Someone raised a toast.
The wedding carried on as if nothing had changed.
"How have you been?"
"Good."
Sungho glanced at you.
"Good for real?"
And there it was.
The same person who always noticed when something didn't quite add up.
"Good for real."
He nodded.
"I'm glad."
The answer was simple.
Sincere.
And somehow that made it hurt a little.
"It's weird seeing you again."
The words slipped out before you could stop them.
"I was thinking the same thing."
"I thought it would feel less awkward."
A quiet laugh left him.
"Me too."
Because the truth was that none of this felt easy.
Not after everything you had shared.
Not after all those years of being such a big part of each other's lives without ever taking the next step.
You weren't a couple.
But you had never really been just friends either.
And when things became complicated, neither of you did anything about it.
Then came other responsibilities.
Other places, other people.
And little by little, you stopped talking.
As if life had made a decision the two of you never could.
"You know what's the worst part?"
you asked.
Sungho turned toward you.
"What?"
You smiled.
"I still remember how you take your coffee."
His expression changed immediately.
"I still remember that you hate olives."
You looked at him.
And both of you ended up laughing.
Because of course you remembered.
And of course he did too.
It was ridiculous.
After all those years, you still knew too much about each other.
The laughter faded naturally.
"I don't know how to talk to you anymore."
The confession escaped before you could stop it.
Sungho lowered his gaze for a moment.
"Neither do I."
This time, neither of you laughed.
"Because you're not a stranger."
His voice was calm.
"And you're not someone I can pretend I never knew."
Something tightened in your chest.
Because you understood exactly what he meant.
There wasn't an easy word for whatever the two of you had been.
And maybe that had always been the problem.
You looked back toward the city lights.
"Do you ever regret it?"
The question came out so quickly that you barely had time to think about it.
Sungho didn't answer right away.
Long enough for you to understand the answer before he said it.
"Every day."
You didn't look away.
Neither did he.
And for the first time in a long time, you stopped wondering whether you had been the only one thinking about what could have happened.
Inside the reception hall, applause broke out.
The newlyweds had just stepped onto the dance floor.
The lights reflected against the glass while everyone watched them.
The celebration continued.
Life continued.
Just as it always had.
Sungho glanced inside for a moment before looking back at you.
And this time, neither of you tried to escape the conversation.
Because there was no point pretending that none of it had ever existed.
You shared too many memories to become strangers.
Too many feelings to say you had only been friends.
And maybe too many complications to have become something more.
But as you stood there, looking at each other for the first time in years without looking away, it didn't feel like your story was completely over either.
Jul 10
Shadows of Coffee and Crimson: Woonhak x Reader
The rain-slicked streets of Seoul gleamed under the neon glow of late-night signs as Kim Woonhak stepped out of his blacked-out SUV. At 32, he was a ghost in the underworld—a man whose name alone could empty rooms and fill bank accounts. Head of the Shadow Lotus syndicate, he dealt in protection rackets, underground casinos, and the kind of quiet power that kept rival families in check. His tailored coat hid the holster at his side, and his sharp jawline and piercing eyes made him look more like a model than a killer. But tonight, the weight of it all pressed heavier than usual.
His wife, Ji-eun, waited in their penthouse. Their marriage had been one of convenience years ago—alliances between families. She was beautiful, sharp-tongued, and ambitious, but the spark had died long before. Nights of arguments over loyalty, her growing suspicions about his “business trips,” and the cold silences had left him exhausted. He didn’t love her anymore. He barely tolerated her. Tonight, after another fight where she’d accused him of everything short of treason, he’d left without a word. He just needed coffee. Normalcy. Something untouched by blood and shadows.
The local Starbucks on the corner of a quiet residential block was his unlikely sanctuary. It stayed open late for shift workers and insomniacs. The bell chimed softly as he pushed open the door, shaking rain from his dark hair.
Behind the counter stood you.
You were wiping down the espresso machine with focused care, your apron tied neatly over a simple white blouse and black skirt. Your hair was pulled back in a soft ponytail with a few strands escaping to frame your face. You looked up with a gentle smile that reached your eyes—warm, unassuming, like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Good evening! What can I get started for you?”
Woonhak froze for a second. He’d seen you here before, on quick stops, but never really looked. You were young, radiating a purity that felt alien in his world. No heavy makeup, no calculated flirtation. Just genuine kindness.
“Large Americano. Black,” he said, voice low and steady.
You nodded, already moving with quiet efficiency. “Coming right up! Rough night? You look like you could use something warm.”
He leaned against the counter, watching you. Most people in his life feared him or wanted something. You chatted lightly about the weather, how the rain made the streets sparkle like stars had fallen. No agenda. When you handed him the cup, your fingers brushed. You blushed faintly and pulled back quickly, as if even that small touch was new territory.
“Thank you,” he murmured, slipping a generous tip into the jar.
Over the next few weeks, Woonhak became a regular. He’d come in after midnight runs, sometimes bruised under his shirt from “negotiations,” always ordering the same thing. You remembered his order by the third visit. You’d started adding a little smiley face on the sleeve with a marker, or a doodle of a raindrop. Innocent gestures that chipped away at his armor.
One night, the shop was empty except for the two of you. “You always come in so late,” you said softly while steaming milk. “Do you work nights? Or… trouble sleeping?”
He chuckled darkly. “Both. Life doesn’t slow down for guys like me.”
You tilted your head, eyes wide and curious. “Guys like you? You seem… important. But kind, too. Not many people tip like you do.”
Woonhak studied you. You had no idea. No clue that the man in front of you had ordered hits, laundered millions, and buried secrets deeper than the Han River. Your innocence was magnetic. You’d mentioned once, shyly, that you’d moved to the city for a quiet life after growing up in a small town. Books were your escape—romance novels with happy endings, nothing dark. You’d never traveled far, never dated seriously. “I’ve never even… you know,” you’d laughed embarrassedly during one slow conversation, cheeks flaming. “Kissed anyone. It just never felt right. I want it to mean something.”
That confession hit him like a bullet. In his world of jaded lovers and transactional nights, you were untouched purity. He wanted to protect it. He wanted to ruin it. The conflict tore at him.
Meanwhile, at home, Ji-eun’s suspicions boiled over. “You’re distant, Woonhak. Who is she?” she’d screamed one evening, throwing a vase that shattered against the wall. He didn’t deny it. He packed a bag and left for one of his safe houses. The marriage was over in all but paper. Divorce in his circles was messy—potential weakness for enemies—but he didn’t care. The syndicate came first, but for the first time, something personal pulled stronger.
Your meetings deepened. One stormy night, your shift ended late. The power flickered, and the shop went dim. You jumped at the thunder, nearly dropping a tray. Woonhak, waiting for his order, steadied your arm. “Easy. I’ve got you.”
You looked up at him, heart racing visibly in your throat. “You’re always here when things feel scary. Like a guardian or something.”
He drove you home that night in his SUV. The conversation flowed—your dreams of opening a small bookstore one day, his vague stories of “import business” that skirted the truth. At your modest apartment door, you hesitated. “Thank you, Woonhak. I feel safe with you. That’s rare for me.”
He wanted to kiss you then. To pull you close and show you the fire he’d kept banked. But he held back. You deserved better than a rushed moment from a man with blood on his hands.
Tensions escalated in his world. A rival gang, the Crimson Vipers, pushed into his territory. Retaliation was swift and violent. Woonhak spent nights coordinating from shadows, but he always returned to the Starbucks like a lifeline. You noticed the new cut on his cheek one evening. “Oh no! What happened?”
“Fell,” he lied smoothly. You fussed over him with antiseptic from the back room, your touch feather-light and trembling. Standing so close, your breath warm against his skin, he felt the pull. “You’re too good for this city,” he whispered.
You blushed deeply. “I’m just… normal. Boring, even. I haven’t done much of anything exciting.”
“That’s not boring. That’s precious.”
Your first real date happened outside the cafe. He took you to a quiet hanok village on the outskirts—traditional houses, lantern-lit paths, far from his violent reality. You wore a simple sundress, eyes sparkling at every new sight. You shared street food, laughed over silly stories. When he finally cupped your face under a blooming cherry tree and kissed you softly, you melted into it. Tentative, sweet, your hands clutching his shirt like he was your anchor. It was your first kiss, and it ignited something feral in him.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you whispered afterward, forehead against his chest.
“I’ll teach you,” he replied, voice husky. “Slowly.”
But shadows followed. Ji-eun discovered the affair through a careless associate. Enraged, she leaked information to the Vipers, hoping to eliminate her rival. One night, as Woonhak walked you home after closing, gunshots echoed. He shoved you behind a car, returning fire with deadly precision. You screamed, covering your ears, tears streaming. You saw him—really saw him—for the first time: the mafia underboss, efficient and lethal.
Afterward, in the safe house, you curled on the couch shaking. “You’re… you’re dangerous. Like in those books, but real.”
He knelt before you, hands gentle despite the fresh bruises. “I am. But I’d burn the world before letting it touch you. I left my wife for this—for us. She’s nothing compared to the light you bring.”
You were terrified, but the pull was stronger. Over the following months, your story unfolded in stolen moments and hidden intensity. He introduced you to his world carefully—private dinners in fortified restaurants, drives in the countryside where he could drop the mask. Your innocence fascinated him; you asked innocent questions about his scars, traced them with curious fingers. Your physical relationship bloomed slowly at first, then passionately.
Nights in silk sheets where he worshipped every inch of your untouched skin. Teaching you the pleasure of a kiss that deepened into more—his mouth on your neck, hands guiding your trembling ones. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he’d murmur as he took you for the first time, slow and reverent, your gasps filling the room. You were eager to learn, blushing through every new discovery, your normalcy grounding his chaos. He showed you ecstasy in waves, contrasting the violence outside your bubble.
Conflict peaked when the Vipers struck hard. A warehouse ambush left Woonhak wounded. You, no longer the sheltered barista, snuck out to find him using clues he’d once shared. You tended his injuries in a dingy motel, your hands steady despite fear. “I love you,” you confessed. “Mafia or not. Innocent or not. We’re in this.”
He recovered and ended the war decisively. Ji-eun was dealt with quietly—exiled with enough money to disappear, no longer a threat. Woonhak began delegating more, carving out a life where you could have your bookstore dream. You stayed at the Starbucks part-time, smiling at customers, but now with a quiet strength and a man who watched over you from the shadows.
Years later, in a quiet home overlooking the city, Woonhak watched you read to your young daughter. The innocent girl who’d captured a mafia heart had become his queen—still sweet, still carrying that normal light, but unbreakable beside him. The rain outside reminded him of your first meetings. He’d traded a hollow empire for this. And he’d do it again a thousand times.
The End… or perhaps just their beginning.
(Tell me if there’s anything errors I kept typing fast)
Jul 10
Is he VIRAL? - Boys next door's tracklist | 보이넥스도어 H.DM (TS)
— (Childhood friend!)Taesan x reader
In Summary Boys tease because they like you’ - You scoffed. - That's why they are just 'boys', immature and annoying. Bullies are just mean people. No exceptions. - Especially the immature boy named Taesan, who never gets tired of teasing you. Even if he ends up crawling and hugging his knees in front of your house, he will-- Wait, what? Is he... crying??
Yearning! Taesan, Immature! Taesan, (cho-ding dongmin) + WC. 3.4K
If someone hired you to run a poll on "The Most Annoying Creature in the World," you would quickly jot down the name 'Han Taesan' from rank one to ten without a single doubt.
Adults or those innocent first-love theorists love to say, ‘If a boy teases you, it means he likes you’ — Hah, you let out a huge scoff in your mind at the cringe of that statement. Since knowing that guy from childhood through high school, you haven't seen him grow up with his age. He still acts like an annoying elementary school kid.
And his target every single time is 'you'.
Jul 9
MY GIRLFRIEND IS A WITCH!! ᯽ ˚ ͙ p. sh
✮ — cat hybrid sungho *sighs wistfully* i had a grat tim writing this i won’t lie, i tink reader is so cute
fluff ; cat-hybrid bf? sungho (undisclosed relationship), witch!reader, casual intimacy, a bunch of bs witchy terms (i tried with my minimal research..), reader is a little clumsy and a bit of a mess ┈ #requested!! wc : ~ 2.4k
your home decor is too boring. you’re tired of staring at the same bookshelves and tapestries that line the walls. all your windows have already been replaced with stained glass designs, a hobby you had picked up when you had this same predicament last year.
sure, the sheerness of your detailed curtains allow for warm shades of sunlight to spill onto your floors and almost every surface is overflowing with all the trinkets you’ve collected over the years. to describe your space as maximalist would be an understatement.
but you need more. something brighter, livelier.
you turn your head to the side and take in all that your room has to offer. posters and paintings on every wall, handcrafted rugs splayed across the floors, even various candles scattered throughout your home. what else is there to add…?
the answer to your question hits you in the face. literally.
Jul 9
08 — denail
CONTENT: fluff, crack, humor
WARNINGS: cursing, rude jokes, humiliation fest, leehan lowk going crazy, cliff hanger (lmk what i missed)
SS: 9
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NOTE 🗒️: i got pretty lazy w dis one sorry 😓😓 also debating whether to make their hangout written bc im intimidated of the good writers and im dyslexic. ☺️
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Jul 8
I’m selling two VIP 1 tickets for the Seattle stop at Showbox SoDo in Seattle, Washington (Pre-show Soundcheck + Post-show Hi-Bye Send-off included)
We were planning on hitting multiple stopes but our schedule changed, and another stop made way more sense, so these are available!!!
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