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　 SUCKER 4 KiSSES　 𔘓　bonedo

favourite spots that bonedo loves to kiss ♡

cw boynextdoor x gn!reader ꒱ bf!bnd, established relationship, kissing, suggestive ( if you squint ), slice of life, skinship, not proofread ( sorry not sorry) 1507 wordcount

◜ ᴗ ◝ 　i was planning on writing nerd!riwoo, but brainfog took over me and i wrote this instead ♡ reblogs and likes are appreciated!

han taesan ♡s top of the head kisses lets cut to the chase. he is way taller than you, so it’s just so convenient to kiss you on the top of the head. that is the only reason he could come up with. plus, he can do it in public and no one would bat an eye cause he can just rest his head on top of yours after. he just loves how you don’t mind him doing that to you. he likes not feeling super embarrassed after kissing you, and you like how he touches you, so it clearly is a win-win situation. ♡ the two of you stood in the moving subway, holding onto the handle as you awaited your stop. taesan stood behind you, hand resting on your waist, holding you near him. you pulled your phone from your jacket pocket and opened the camera app to use it as your mirror. you stared at your phone as you fixed your shirt’s collar, making sure it popped the way you liked it. as you were busy fixing your outfit, taesan rested his chin on your head, watching you. you didn’t even realize he kissed your head multiple times. it just felt so natural, so you didn’t say anything and let him do it. taesan turned you around and mindlessly fixed your outfit—smoothning it out and helping you with your collar once and for all. “thank you, sannie” you whispered, making him smile. you turned around again and embraced his hand in yours. kim leehan ♡s thigh kisses this sounds really shocking, but truly hear me out. leehan likes any kiss in general, he will smother you in thousands of kisses. but something so intimate about kissing your thighs—it drives him wild. it isn’t even inherently sexual either, he just loves it when you let him kiss your thighs as it’s super rare for you to let him do it. he obviously cherishes the moment in his heart. ♡ a random show was playing as filler noise as you laid in your bed with leehan, scrolling through your phone as you wrapped your body around him. you turned your phone off after a bit of usage and placed it on your dresser. you turned to face your boyfriend again and smiled. leehan stared at you, his eyes lazy from sleep trying to take him. “ihan, you’re so cute” you muttered, kissing his nose. he giggled softly before yawning. you squeezed him with all of your strength. “you give me such bad cuteness aggression, what is your secret” you hummed, tracing your finger down his chest. “i’m not sure,” he whispered. you continued to squeeze him, the both of your bodies moving around in the bed. you finally let go after a bit and your leg was over his neck. “you’re crushing me with your leggg” he whined, moving you closer to him, making your thigh rest over his face. “and this isn’t crushing you?” you scoffed jokingly, shaking your head as a smug smile rested on his lips. without a word, a kiss landed on the back of your thigh, making you giggle. “do it again,” you laughed, and he complied, kissing you over and over again.

even if.

taesan x fem reader. | wc: 3k

tags: based off of sanriwooz in the 'home' film essay, fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny bit of angst, best friends to ?, taesan's real name is used

warnings: mentions of sickness (unspecified), emotional distress, overworking, not eating; reader is in the hospital; self-deprecating thoughts

a/n: i loved the film essay dearly, it had so much fanfic material 😮‍💨 taesan and riwoo's scenes were soooooo asdfjshfk i had to write something about it. also i've very much been in a taesan mood lately :> this is only semi-edited, so idrk if it's any good, but hope you enjoy! <3

♫ this side of paradise - coyote theory | call me - boynextdoor

you've been staring at the blank, off-white wall for a very long time. too long, in fact, that the cracks between the linoleum have started to look like they're alive and actively spreading and it feels like it's your brain that's cracking in half.

an hour ago—more or less, you've lost track at this point—you had been staring at the ceiling fan instead. its measured, monotone spinning seemed comforting at first, almost soothing you to sleep like a soundless lullaby, but then you remembered that every attempt to sleep only led to horrid nightmares that had you jolting up with tears streaming down your face.

so you didn't sleep. and now, the four sterile corners of the hospital are taking its turn at driving you insane.

you inhale deeply, letting your breath completely fill your lungs, feeling the expanse of your chest before letting it out slowly in a sigh—one laced with the fatigue and hopelessness that's been familiar for as long as you've known.

you've reached your breaking point—that's why you're here now. exhausted; overworked to the point of collapse. too many things to do and not enough time to do them. a brain that's so crowded with taunting "what if"s and the impending doom of the future and a heart squeezed dry of every emotion you could possibly feel.

it's been a lot, all at once.

so, for nearly a week now, you've been stuck in a bed tucked in the corner of a hospital ward, with two nurses and a doctor hovering over you day in and day out. checking your vitals, giving you medicine, bringing you meals and reminding you to actually eat them. they tell you to do things you never end up doing.

it was strange at first. you're not used to the attention—hell, you barely gave yourself attention to the point you got sick—and you don't know exactly what to do with it.

you've always been in the shadows; a silent soul just drifting past, and prefer to keep it that way. no one really pays you any mind, and you're okay with it. a truth, an unspoken rule you've long accepted.

but for one exception.

han dongmin.

a strange boy, one you've known for much longer than you expected. your neighbor of ten years and your best friend of eight. though, you still reluctantly call him that while he thinks it's his best title achieved. there's a disparity in the way you view your dynamics, but if there's one thing you're both sure of, it's that he cares about you. a lot. annoyingly and stubbornly a lot.

while everyone around you seems dead set on ignoring your existence; in dongmin's eyes, you're the only person he sees. his world revolves around you, whether he knows it or not, and whatever he does is for you and about you. he's always stuck to your side; he knows you inside and out; he's there at your every beck and call and takes care of you before you ask for it, even when you don't ask for it. you don't know whether to feel flattered or concerned at this point. you're grateful for him, though.

no one has seen you the way dongmin does.

the curtain beside you rattles as someone pushes it aside. you look up, eyes half-lidded, expecting the nurse to show up for her nightly rounds. a head of tousled black hair and a lazy smirk greets you instead.

"hey. you look like shit."

"thanks, dongmin. you've called me worse." dongmin stands at the edge of your bed, clad in his signature black hoodie and work vest. one hand tucked in his pocket, the other clutched around a plastic bag that looks suspiciously like it holds pizza boxes. he looks like he's just come from a late delivery shift. you immediately feel bad.

"what are you doing here? it's late," he nudges at your knee and you shuffle to make space for him. "i told you not to come visit when it's late."

"and when have i ever listened to you, hm?" the smirk on his face widens into the grin he has when he knows he's won over you, but quickly softens into something more gentle.

"pizza?" he lifts the plastic bag. you shake your head. "no, i already ate. the nurse was going to smack me upright in the head if i didn't eat dinner earlier. thank you, though."

dongmin pouts. "you like the hospital food that tastes like cardboard over the pizza that i specifically ordered for you in the way you like it?"

"don't say it like that. now i feel bad."

he chuckles, all fond around the edges. "of course you do. that's why i'm saying it."

there's a lull when you get too tired to continue the conversation, closing your eyes for a brief moment. you can hear dongmin rustling around, taking off his vest and placing the pizza on your bedside table.

you smile at the way he knows you don't like silence and is filling it in small ways.

"today was bad. again."

"worse?"

"yeah."

"how?"

you open your eyes. dongmin sits closer than before, leaning over you with the concern you always see on his face. he's been looking like this more often these days, ever since you were hospitalized, and you hate seeing him like this. he used to always smile around you. you miss it.

"i.. i don't know. it's just— it feels bad. i feel bad. somehow more terrible than yesterday and it just keeps getting worse. i don't know how to stop it. i don't know what to do with it, dongmin."

"the nurses say that i just need food and sunlight, or whatever. real sunlight. i need to get out of this bed and this ward and this hospital. i tell them i don't want to. i can't. i don't know how to explain it, but i just can't."

you sigh. there's really no way you can explain it. how can you explain that your sickness feels more like it's stuck inside of you—deep, deep inside you—rather than it being a physical ailment? that the reason you're here is just a physical manifestation of the turmoil that's been boiling and burning underneath your skin? how can you tell him when you yourself don't understand what's going on with you?

a hand lands on your cheek. warmth spreads from dongmin's fingertips to your clammy skin; you find yourself leaning into it like you're desperate for it. he holds you tighter.

"i'm sorry. for being a bum."

"you're not a bum. well, maybe you are, sometimes, but you're my bum. that's okay."

dongmin gives you that smile—the one that crinkles his eyes and shows all his teeth. he looks like a kid. he looks like the kid who used to push you on the swings and gave you three out of five of his snacks. the smile you love the most.

now you're smiling too. small, but there.

"okay, bum. if you're not going to eat the pizza i bought you, would you at least accompany your best friend on a ride to soothe his hurt feelings?"

"do you really want me to eat the pizza?" you huff fondly.

"no, i want you to go on a ride with me. please?"

you don't really feel like going anywhere, wanting to just sink deeper into your pillows and drift off, but dongmin pulls out his ultimate trump card—innocent, pleading puppy eyes and a soft pout—that he knows you're weak against and you instantly cave in. damn him.

"fine."

"thank you, honey."

dongmin's spare helmet is two sizes too big for your head. even when you've fastened it as tightly as you can underneath your chin, it slips with every bump on the road, rendering it somewhat useless as a safety tool. so, instead of trying helplessly to keep it on, you opt for wrapping your arms tightly around dongmin's waist, lest you fall off from how fast he's driving.

"your helmet is too big," you yell in his ear over the roar of the wind.

"your head is too small," he chucks back. even if he's not looking at you, you can already picture the shit-eating grin he has plastered across his face.

"you're driving too fast."

"fast is good. helps clear your mind. does your mind feel clearer?"

"it's screaming at you to slow down."

dongmin laughs, the sound loud and sweet. for your sake, he slows down a little.

looking around, the city glows in bright, blurry technicolor. you don't really know where you are anymore; you lost track after the fifth turn dongmin took a while back. the warm orange of passing streetlights bleed into neon red, blue, and green signs; the occasional car rushing by washing you in red. there's undoubtedly more to see than your plain old walls back at the hospital, and, after being cooped up in there for days, it's all a bit too much to take in.

"you okay?"

there it is again. dongmin, somehow, just knows instantly when something's wrong.

"i'm okay. the lights are a little overwhelming, is all."

"do you want to stop?"

"no. keep going."

dongmin takes a turn at a stoplight. the road starts to incline, and you assume you're entering one of the quieter neighborhoods some ways away from the city. you drive up, up, up, the bright chaos of lights dulling down to the dim glow of porch lights in front of houses and the stars in the sky.

when you've reached what seems to be the top, dongmin stops. he parks his motorcycle, taps you on the leg to get off, and pulls off his helmet. his hair clings to his forehead, sweat dripping down his neck, but the smile he gives you is blinding. "that was fun."

you smile back. "sure was."

you reach up with your sleeve, tapping at his neck to dry his sweat off. he catches your wrist before you can pull away when you finish and pulls you along with him.

you're still somewhere in the city, but your surroundings are unfamiliar to you. dongmin looks at ease, though, so you assume he's been here before.

the cliff you're standing on is high enough that the buildings below look more like miniature glow-sticks, shining even in the dead of night. the hustle and bustle of cars and people, while far-away, can still be heard from way up where you are. the city never sleeps.

dongmin leans against the railing, breathes out a sigh. "it's nice up here."

"quiet. away from everything else."

you look at him. really look. the wind tousles his hair in a way that still makes him look perfect. his face is peaceful, content. not a trace of the worry he looked at you with back in the hospital. this is the dongmin that you’re used to; that you love.

he catches you staring and stares right back. "what's on your mind, sweetheart?"

sweetheart. honey. your best friend's always had a knack for nicknames. you've never admitted how warm it makes you feel inside.

"nothing much. you look... comfortable. do you come up here often?"

dongmin makes a face at you. "first of all, that's a lie. you always have something on your mind, i know it. and b: yes, i do come up here a lot. usually after late shifts, when i need to take a breather, or when woonhak is still up at three am yelling unoriginal insults at nobodies in his games. annoying little shit."

you snicker softly at the thought. dongmin's younger roommate, woonhak, is always a popular character in his stories. while you've only met him a handful of times in person, it feels like you know him as well as your best friend at this point. he seems like an interesting guy. chaotic, but interesting.

"you know, i'd offer to be your roommate, but we're already neighbors so... it wouldn't make that much of a difference, would it? you'd still be able to hear woonhak through the paper-thin walls."

"hm, i don't care. let me move in with you. woonhak can have the place all to himself if he keeps screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night. plus, you're cleaner than he is."

you laugh louder this time.

it's so easy for dongmin. so easy for him to make you laugh, unabashedly, with all the things he says. for him to come to you late at night even if he's already tired from working all day. for him to look at you and just understand you; to feel what you feel. it kind of frustrates you—it's so easy for him to do anything for you.

you don't understand why he keeps up with it. surely, you don't deserve his kindness. even if you tried, you can't compare to him. you can't give him back the same effort that he gives you, let alone tenfold of it. he deserves it—he deserves to be loved, cared for, in ways you can't try to.

and yet.

he's never asked for anything in return.

"dongmin."

he hums, turning to look at you. even in the darkness you can see the bags under his eyes. the tiredness etched into the lines of his face; the way his shoulders droop from the exhaustion of a long work day.

but he's watching you like he doesn't want to be anywhere else.

"thank you for coming tonight. i needed..." you hesitate for a breath, "... i needed you."

he nods. "i know."

"i'm sorry."

"... why?"

"because i don't deserve it."

dongmin huffs, and suddenly he's standing in front of you. he plants his hands against the railing you're leaning on, trapping you between his arms. there's a crease between his brows as he frowns, one you want to smooth out because the expression doesn't suit him.

"y/n. don't say that. don't be sorry. you should never be, not to me."

"i do this because i want to. because i care about you. i come to you because you're my best friend and i like being with you. even if you deserve it or not, i want to."

"and right now, you're sick, and i want to more than ever. i want you to be better, so i do everything i can to help you. so don't feel sorry. it's not your fault."

you don't say anything back. you can't, not with your heart stuck in your throat and tears threatening to spill past your lashes. dongmin talks as if he's explaining a simple truth; a fact universally accepted that it's difficult to not believe it. it's hard for you still. to truly understand how much space you take up in his heart. how he freely lets you stay there.

you look down at your feet, avoiding his gaze for fear that the longer you look at him, the more you'll cry. he's seen you cry before, of course, but it never gets less embarrassing.

"hey, sweetheart. look at me."

big palms come to cup your tear-stained cheeks, thumbs caressing with a gentleness that makes you melt. you can't help it, not when he's being tender like this.

you fall into dongmin's arms, winding your own tightly around his waist and burying your face into his hoodie. his scent is everything familiar—the dollar store laundry detergent he always buys, the cologne he's been using since high school, and something so unabashedly him. warm. safe.

he hugs you close, enveloping you completely. "i've got you, y/n. i always have. i always will."

he seals his promise with a soft kiss pressed to your forehead.

you're folding your blanket neatly at the edge of your bed when the nurse walks in.

"you've packed up everything, dear?" she asks you. you look up at her, returning her warm smile with a grateful one. "mhm. just fixing up the sheets and stuff."

she tuts. "oh, don't you worry about that. we'll take care of it." she flips through a clipboard nestled in the crook of her arm. "well, we've run the last couple of tests on you and your results are all normal. you're good to go, dear."

"thank you for taking care of me. i know i haven't been... the most obedient patient..."

the nurse chuckles goodheartedly. "that you weren't. but i'm glad you're better now. we all are."

you place the blanket on top of your pillows, now straightened and spotless, and take one last, long look at the hospital bed you resided in for the past week and a half. the shabby but almost cozy corner of the ward that became both your enemy and your friend. the walls you bore imaginary holes into and the ceiling fan that lulled you to sleep almost every night. now that it's all familiar, it's time to leave.

you're glad to leave.

once you've collected all your belongings and sorted out things at the front desk, you make your way outside of the hospital.

the early afternoon sun burns bright, heat instantly seeping through your skin and warming you all over. but you're not too opposed to it. it's more than welcome, in fact. you've missed it.

"hey, bum." you've barely turned towards the voice before someone suspiciously shaped like your best friend comes barreling into you, almost knocking you over.

"ow— han dongmin! you're so heavy!"

"okay, ouch. i haven't seen you in forever and that's how you greet me?"

"more like three days, but, whatever."

dongmin pouts like a child and you laugh in his face.

"how are you feeling?" he brings a hand to your face, palm cool against your heated cheek. you lean into his hand, turning slightly to press your lips to his fingers. "better."

"because of me?" he grins impishly; your heart skips a beat.

"it has nothing to do with you, bum." except it kind of does.

dongmin knows because of course he does. he's great like that. his smile melts into something soft and fond. his hand snakes down your neck, your arm, reaching your hand and fingers curling into yours tightly like he never wants to let go.

"sure, honey. whatever you say."

a/n: wow this one is looong! i honestly didn't expect it to get this long bc i was just writing purely based off of vibes, but i had fun! <33 hope i get to write more like this soon ^__^

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may i request bonedo's reactions when reader gets cuteness aggression over them please

i hv a feeling youve written smth similar but my brain is fried today 😭

travelled for 8 hours in this godforsaken cold today and now im on s4 of stranger things and the new sem starts tmrw im dying here

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CUTENESS AGGRESSION 🧸ྀི - word count varies 92-118 per member

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! hehe thanku for the req i hope u like it <3 i hope itll make your day a lil better!!! get somewhere warm asap we dont want u to catch a cold!!!! <3

@kstrucknet ˙ . ꒷ . 𖦹˙—div by @uzmacchiato

┆彡 JAEHYUN [ 재현 ]

he senses it coming 99% of the time

you just stare at him before you attack… as in, cup his cheeks and squeal and absolutely bombard his face with kisses

you're all shaky and buzzed before and he just braces himself

but he never complains, oh no. he loves it so much:(

at first he was confused but now that he's used to it… he kinda realized he gets cuteness agression over you and his members as well so it's totally understandable why you feel it

and is there a better feeling than having your lips smother him in kisses? what else can he do other than giggle and enjoy every single moment <3

┆彡 SUNGHO [ 성호 ]

confused cat :<

the first time it happened he was bewildered, eyes wide and face reddening,,, even escaping your hold!!!

but once when he was home at simba was sleeping so cutely… and he just couldn't help himself but smother him with kisses… something clicked

and the next time you squished his cheeks while giggling, he just accepted it, leaning into your touch

(even took you by surprise and leaned in to kiss you out of the blue hehe)

he began to secretly love your cuteness aggression attacks but shhh, it's a secret!

┆彡 TAESAN [ 태산 ]

kitty pt2

at first he's flabbergasted but accepts it

like okay sure you're squeezing the life out of him and giggling into his ear but your hands and lips are on his face so <3

but then… he's an evil kitty >:(

once he senses what you're up to, he WILL try to escape

writhes and wiggles out of your grasp, whining and pouting like a baby, playfully smacks your hands away and just teases!!!

lives for the way it turns around: you get pouty and lean away… only for him to attack you back

┆彡 LEEHAN [ 이한 ]

don't save him, he's exactly where he wants to be.

always reacts pretty much the same: at first freezes completely and stops what he's doing, eyes wide and lips pursed into a straight line. watches you with bug eyes.

then slowly, with each kiss, pinch on his cheek, or giggle, his smile grows bigger and bigger with his eyes turning into crescents

loves it so much

doesn't really get it, though. he's just… sitting… not doing anything, really

but again, adores it. to the point that sometimes he tries to mentally send you mind waves that he wants to be smothered by you :( staring or blinking… but still not quite brave enough to word it. maybe one day!

┆彡 RIWOO [ 리우 ]

pretends to hate it. ever runs away sometimes, grunting and huffing like you just committed a crime… offended and outraged !!

how dare you think he's cute ?! >:(

but it just makes it worse, he's pouting and looks even cuter!!!!!!

and when you catch him, he gives up and melts into the couch or whatever

furniture that's nearby and just grumpily lets you do your thing

and he could've fooled anyone, with how annoyed he looks

buuuuuut not you!

his red ears give away him and the fact that he's emjoying it as much as you do <3

┆彡 WOONHAK [ 운학 ]

it's a risky game to play with him

because one second you're having cuteness aggression over him, blowing raspberries on his cheeks and pecking his lips repeatedly

and he's giggling and laughing and allowing you to do literally everything

and another second passes and suddenly it's like a switch flipped, he's the one smothering you in kisses while you laugh your ass off because it's ticklish!!!!

will literally play a uno reverse card,,, if you will. and the thing is you never realize when does it happen, it's just poof and he's the one 'attacking' you

he's just happy to be there, honestly :") cant stop giggling excitedly as he pampers your face with kisses<3

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seeker, smitten [2/2] 𓂃𓈒 FINAL

gryffindor jaehyun x ravenclaw f!reader

syn: Quidditch is a game of speed, strategy, and skill—and you’ll be the captain that leads your team to victory. Even if it means you have to now fraternize with the enemy house—and worst of all—with the snarky Gryffindor captain who you can’t wait to send a Bludger at. 𓇢𓆸 w.c: 12.1k genre: hogwarts!au, e2l, fluff, secret friendship, slowburn, sports t.w: mild profanity, lots of making out 👀 𓂃𓈒 𓇢𓆸 ft. zb1, ive, lsf, txt, p1h members a/n: this is part 2 of jaehyun's installment. check out the rest of the series below! 𓂃𓈒 for my junebug @mwotgata, who knows my y/n better than i do now <33

book [3] of the signed, sealed, spellbound series!

── .✦ read PART 1 before proceeding!

Hogwarts Hospital Wing - Winter Break

The ceiling is glowing white when he finally comes to.

“Wha—” His head swims as he slowly pries his eyes open, heavy and bleary. It feels as though someone had knocked him out with a dragon tranquilizer. “Where am I?”

“Jaehyun?”

The voice that calls him sounds further than it should be, familiar but not.

It’s yours—he’s certain—but he can’t imagine a world where you’d ever say his first name…and without the usual venom.

He must be dead.

“Jae—”

THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD | han taesan.

PAIRING: han taesan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: you swore you’d never be able to love anyone as much as you had your best friend, myung jaehyun. but two years have passed since jaehyun’s left your life and you can’t tell if it’s your heart or the alcohol talking, but there’s something so intriguing about han taesan, the friend he’d left behind, that makes you wonder: “what if?”

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

GENRE/CONTENTS: angst, hurt/comfort, friends to ???, desperate yearning (guess who), arguing, reader is in denial, drinking, profanity, and other unspecified things (i forget LMAO).

FEATURING: boynextdoor's jaehyun and riwoo.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i was planning on publishing this in a couple of days but i can’t wait any longer so here it is!!!!! “the sky, it falls” spin-off is finally somewhat complete after a year of me trying to write it 😭 if you haven’t already, i highly recommend reading tsif just to get a better understanding of what’s going on because it’s kind of …. a lot. but if you HAVE read it, this is not the end!! there is way too much lore behind this fic that i still need to share 😞 anyways!! happy reading 🫶🏼

TAGLIST: @floraljae @pupillary

RECOMMENDED SONGS: Corazón Atómico by Zoé and Home Sweet Home by The Favors

PART 1 — PART 2 — PART 3

BACK TO MASTERLIST.

Watching you fall in love with Myung Jaehyun was perhaps more heartbreaking than anything Han Taesan had ever experienced.

It was strange to him, watching a girl he barely knew anything about come to him one evening with anger written all over your face, your eyes furious and frustrated as you yelled about how much you hated Myung Jaehyun on his doorstep. You only knew each other through him after all, so what were you doing, cursing the boy you claimed to be your best friend? What were you doing coming to Taesan, one of Jaehyun’s most trusted friends (aside from you)? It was so strange, so out of the ordinary that he decided perhaps it was best to just let it happen, unaware that his doing so would only result in something more confusing growing inside of him.

"All he ever does is talk about his girlfriend," you scoffed as you aggressively kicked the rocks in front of you, watching them scatter across the road. "I can't even get a word in without him mentioning her."

Taesan hummed as he walked beside you, “Did it ever occur to you that she is his girlfriend?"

FAKE DATING WITH BOYNEXTDOOR

fake dating boynextdoor was easy–until it started feeling real

( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 1477WC · fake dating trope contains! fake dating, skinship, language / archive

은 : i'm going to try my best to be a bit more active on blr now that i'm on spring break >< i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! ily <3

myung jaehyun

when you ask myung jaehyun to fake date, he agrees to it immediately, flashing you that signature smirk. it almost worries you when you see the grin. you know he’s up to absolutely no good.

he treats it like a game at first, but you find the way he slips into the role so effortlessly almost unnerving. he throws his arm over your shoulder in public, calling you “babe” without hesitation and teases you whenever you get flustered.

⋆˚꩜｡ AN ALIEN SPAWNED IN MY GARAGE!

18. 한동민 posted: so, i guess we can’t be together.?

genres. lol just angst I’m ngl & small romance warnings. a lotta heartbreak and tears but it’s not red flag if that helps wc. 1.7k

TAESAN CHOSE THE RESTAURANT because it was warm.

That was the excuse he gave himself.

The lights were soft, the tables were spaced far enough apart that he didn’t have to worry about strangers listening, and the window beside your seat reflected the city in blurred gold lines. You liked windows. You liked watching people pass by when they didn’t know they were being watched.

　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ NOT THAT I CARE OR ANYTHING　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀your ex, seemingly sweet anton, spreads malicious rumours about you that could potentially ruin your entire academic weapon career, so you have to take desperate measures𑁋and that includes a fake-dating contract and the bane of your existence, han taesan.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 13k ⠀ genre college au fluff angst if you squint one sided rivals to lovers academic weapon x campus crush ⠀ contains mentions of food vulgar words skinship pet names several ocs ⠀ note i’m sorry if this fic is.. all over the place a bit coz,, yea!! but this fic is highly.. self-indulgent.. heheh! and i originally wanted to make this more angsty but i’m already sad and single so, No! anyways, enjoy reading ^_^ ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net

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“ALRIGHT. Let’s do it.”

As you gaze into Taesan’s determined eyes, the entire series of events flashes through your mind.

It was back in your first year of university—early winter, the day of the first snowfall. You were walking towards the three-floor library, the cold wind stinging your eyes. You rushed inside, grateful for the gush of artificial warm air that greeted you as soon as the doors closed behind you. The library was quite packed for some reason, and you could barely spot any empty seats.

You walked towards the edge of the library, a corner with the largest window of the level. There it was—one of the only empty seats in the entire library—but that seat was next to a boy, heavily occupied with his studies. Your pace slowed down as you hesitated. The boy had a focused blank look on his face, his headphones on, and several papers and notebooks were scattered on the table around him.

You felt like you wanted to just leave and go back to your room, but remembering how cold it was outside, you decided against it.

After taking a deep breath, you approached him. With a shaky smile, you tapped the boy’s shoulder, muttering a silent prayer.

“Excuse me,” you said as he lowered his headphones to his neck. “May I sit here? I-I mean, if it’s cool with you..”

He simply nodded. “Sure.”

You had sat down next to the mysterious boy for the entire day, not knowing that, in the present, he would be the bane of your existence.