Vanilla Ice Cream
PAIRING: Lim Hyunsik x GN! READER
RATING: General Audience
WARNING: VALENTINES FLUFF
WORD COUNT: 700
You’re blending blush on Minhyuk’s cheeks when you notice Hyunsik standing nervously by the door. His hands are buried in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched.
"Hyunsik… you look like you’re about to confess to someone," you tease, smirking.
He swallows, scratching the back of his neck. "Ha… maybe something like that."
"Something like that?" you echo.
Minhyuk leans forward, grinning. "Ooooh! Is this the long-awaited Hyunsik confession?"
"Minhyuk!" Hyunsik groans, hiding his face.
"Come on, you’ve been pacing for five minutes!" Changsub teases. "We’re all dying to know!"
"Harder," Hyunsik mutters, cheeks red.
He fidgets, looking at you with earnest eyes. "I… I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time… even back then. You’re… you. And I can’t pretend I don’t feel this anymore."
Minhyuk whispers, "Awww, so cute!"
Changsub grins. "Scary? Nah, exciting!"
You brush a stray hair from his forehead. "Hyunsik… I like you too."
Ilhoon yells, "Someone get him a medal!"
Hyunsik groans but smiles. "Really?"
"Really," you say softly, holding his hand.
Minhyuk squeals. "YES! Replay!"
To your surprise, Hyunsik pulls a small cup from behind his back. "And… I brought something. Vanilla ice cream. Thought you might like it."
You blink. "Vanilla ice cream?"
He nods shyly. "Yeah… kind of my… signature confession thing now."
You laugh softly, touched. "I love it. I love you."
"Happy Valentine’s, you," he whispers.
"Happy Valentine’s, Hyunsik," you reply, smiling as the members quietly cheer.
Your mind drifts back, nearly a year ago. The memory is vivid—backstage after a casual schedule, the room quiet except for the hum of the heaters. Hyunsik had been younger, quieter, fidgeting with his jacket like he couldn’t decide where to put his hands.
"Uh… I… um…", he stammered, cheeks pink, eyes avoiding yours.
You tilted your head, waiting patiently. "You can tell me, Hyunsik."
He froze for a moment, then blurted: "I… I like you!"
You blinked, caught off guard. He looked so nervous, so earnest, holding a small cup of vanilla ice cream. "I… I thought maybe instead of flowers… you’d like this. Vanilla… because it’s simple, like… um… like how I feel."
You blinked, heart softening. The gesture was awkward but sweet, and you could feel the sincerity in every word.
"Hyunsik… that’s really thoughtful. And I… I like you too… as a friend. But I’m not ready… not for more than that right now," you said gently, touching his shoulder.
He nodded quickly, swallowing back disappointment. "Yeah… I understand… I just… I had to tell you."
You remembered the faint tremor in his voice, the way he tried to hide his hurt behind a shy smile. Even then, you had admired his courage.
That moment had planted a seed, one that would grow over the months until now—when he was standing before you again, older, steadier, and ready to confess once more.
Exactly one year later, you sit across from Hyunsik in a cozy cafe. Snowflakes drift past the window, tiny heart-shaped lights twinkling above.
"So… you remembered," he says, pulling a cup of vanilla ice cream from his bag, a small spoon tucked neatly beside it.
"Of course I remembered. It’s been a whole year since… well, you know," you reply, smiling.
He laughs, slightly nervous. "Yeah… that day. I was such a mess!"
"Adorable mess," you correct him. "Still are."
He blushes. "Adorable? I’ve been trying to be cool this whole year."
"Cool? Sure," you tease. "But I like this version too."
He carefully sets the ice cream between you two. "For you… my first Valentine’s gift as your boyfriend. Vanilla, of course."
"It’s perfect," you say, touched. You pull out a small card: “Happy Valentine’s, to the boy who never gave up on me.”
His eyes shine. "You… wrote this? You remembered?"
"Of course," you reply. "We’re lucky together."
He leans closer. "Yeah… we really are."
You laugh quietly, sharing the ice cream together, playful spoonfuls and shy smiles, the world outside snowy and quiet.
"Next year," he murmurs, eyes sparkling, "I’ll bring even more vanilla."
"Next year," you agree, laughing, "and the year after that."
And in that quiet warmth, you realize the sweetest days—your Vanilla Ice Cream Days—are the ones spent with him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE START OF VALLENTINES SERIES, WATCH AS WE FOLDS EVERY CHAPTER OF THE LOVER BOYS TO DEAL THE HEART'S DAY.
