#celi fic

[cheeseceli]

Sleep well, my love

Pairing: lee know × gn!reader

Genre : fluff, friends to lovers, fic (1.5k)

Request: that was the first time you travelled with your best friend, Minho. And all was supposed to go well, except you forgot your favourite plushie and now can't sleep. Unless...?

Warnings: one bed trope but not exactly, that's it?

A/n: please be nice and ignore any typo | daily click

Part 2

You were fine. You definitely weren't spiraling in a hotel room, so far from home. And you definitely weren't going to ask for help.

See, most of the time, you had no problem with asking for help, or so you thought. But this time, the reason you were that helpless was so... Silly? Some would say even childish. Like, what do you mean you, a full adult, could not sleep without a teddy bear? Well, absolutely no one was going to find out about that. And even lesser people could know you were panicking because you couldn't find said plushie.

So you resorted to walking up and down in your hotel room, desperately opening your luggage again, searching under your bed and even in the bathroom. It had to be somewhere. But now, after searching for it everywhere for the sixth time, maybe you could come to terms that the plushie simply evaporated. Where could it be?

Three knocks to your door. You did ask the hotel staff if they could find the plushie. Maybe you accidentally dropped it on the way to your room? Unlikely, but not impossible. Under the disguise of it being a gift, the teddy bear was being searched by a few staff and, maybe, they'd just found it!

Opening the door with a certain urgency, you found no plushie. And no staff at all. All that greeted you was your very best friend who was traveling with you, and now was leaning into the door, judging you through very sleepy eyes.

"Min? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing?" by the way his voice sounded, he tried and failed to sleep a few times "You do realise this walls are as thin as egg shells, right?"

Oh. You had been the one to wake him up. Okay. You only had to lie. How hard could that be?

"I was just... I was getting ready to go to bed."

Considering how his eyebrows raised, you're a horrible liar. "And you need to run a marathon before sleeping every night?" He then entered your room, completely ignoring how you were purposely trying to block his entrance. "Why does your room look like a zombie apocalypse scenario?"

He was exaggerating it. Most of your clothes were, in fact, thrown all over the floor. Some pillows were also on the floor, the sheets were in a position they clearly weren't before and the luggages were upside down. Even the bathroom sink was a bit messed up. But, if anyone asked you, you'd say it was a very organised mess.

"I was searching for something."

"And couldn't you do that tomorrow morning, when people are usually awake?"

"I need it to sleep."

He looked you up and down. You seemed very ready to sleep. What could possibly be missing?

"... Sleeping mask?" you didn't reply "I have a spare one, if you want it."

"No, no. It's not that."

"Face mask?"

"No."

"Noise-cancelling headphones?"

You shook your head. He sighed. "Look, I can't read minds. How am I gonna help you find it if I don't even know what we're looking for?"

Pause.

"Are you going to help me?"

He nodded. Nodded like it was obvious and expected. Nodded like you're not dying of embarrassment at just the thought of telling him about your oh so dear plushie. Nodded like he knew you had no other option. Which you really did not have.

"ilostmyfavouriteplushieandireallyneeditlikenow."

He blinked. First once and then twice, like a cat who is confused. And then:

"What?"

"My teddy bear" you finally said, in a clear and frustrated tone "My favourite one. I lost it."

He seemed to think for a second. "The one that is always in your bed?"

"... yes."

"You left it at home."

That was it. Your jaw opened so fast it hurt a bit, and your arms dropped.

"I did what?"

"You left it." He replied as a matter of fact "It was next to all the clothes you gave up on bringing along."

With a huge, too dramatic sigh, you finally sat on the bed, soon being accompanied by a very lost Minho. This trip was seven days long. And this was the very first day. How were you supposed to spend the entire week without sleeping properly simply because you refused to double check your baggage?

"Why do you need it anyways?" your best friend tried again "it's not like you need it to sleep."

Silence. A dead silence where realisation slowly crept up on him while humiliation and failure hit you like a truck.

"Wait, do you actually -"

"Yes, Min, I sleep with plushies. You can laugh now."

Now he was the one who met you with silence. It was sad how you didn't look at him, otherwise you would have seen his brain trying to connect how you always refused to have a sleepover with him to how sad you were right now. "Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?'

"Why do you need it? It seems serious."

You didn't answer. Not because you didn't want to, or because you were too shy for it, like before. This time, you simply didn't know the answer. Sleeping with a plushie was just a habit of yours, one you never even tried to quit. It brought you a sense of... Companion, maybe? Of protectiveness. You didn't feel too alone in moments where you were holding your favourite teddy bear. It's been like this since you were a child. So, naturally, you replied:

"I don't know. I guess it makes me feel safe."

It felt odd. How Minho still hasn't judged or kicked you, that is. You look at him just to find him already looking at you with a glint on his eyes, one that you don't recognise. You liked to believe he was still drowsed in his sleep, which avoided his usual sharp reactions.

He simply nodded and got up. You thought he was finally going to go back to his room, and you were ready to promise him you weren't going to ruin his sleep again, but instead, he just took the rest of the covers off the bed - your bed - and layed down.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sleeping here tonight. Come on" you didn't move a single centimeter. What was going on?

"You're... sleeping here?"

You thought he could be joking around, but he usually don't go this far, and his expression was dead serious. So was his tone when he said: "I thought you didn't like to sleep alone?"

"I don't, but-"

"So come here already."

You did. To be honest, you didn't even process the idea before your body started to move. Maybe it was how his tone left no place for discussion, or the way he proposed the idea like it wasn't crazy at all. Maybe, instead of a fight or flight reaction, in moments of panic you'd follow. Whatever it was, it led to you sharing a bed with Lee Minho.

Now, this wasn't the first time you slept together. He had already used your shoulder as a pillow before, in a car trip with the rest of the boys. And you two had definitely fallen asleep in a few movie nights before. But this was the first time it was just the two of you, and where you purposefully try to sleep like this. You don't think you've ever even layed down in the same bed as him.

But here you were, under the covers with your best friend. He seemed to be way too calm - you guessed he really was looking forward to just sleep. Meanwhile, you were overthinking way too much, trying to leave a respectable distance between you two, which made your right arm and leg hang from the bed. But it was okay. This was just a normal thing and Minho was just being nice, so no pro-

"You, like, hugged your plushie to sleep?" you turned your head slowly, almost as if you were in a horror movie, and looked at him. You weren't too sure, it was dark after all, but you could almost swear his ears were tinged pink. You only nodded "Hm. We can also do that. If you want."

"Okay." Was all that you replied, but you were lying. It wasn't okay. And you were not gonna cuddle him. Or that's what you told yourself, right before sleep had takin over you. So you weren't aware of how you unconscious form had crawled over to his side of the bed, nor how now you were hugging his waist and resting your head in his chest.

However, Minho was aware of that. Maybe a tad too much. He couldn't even try to sleep, unlike he wanted to before. All he could focus on was your steady breathing and your warm touch. He was holding you too, but not even half as closely as he wanted to. He also wanted to kiss your forehead goodnight. He wished he could confess to you right now. But that would be too much. He couldn't afford it all tonight.

Maybe one day.

For now, he closed his eyes, still mindlessly caressing your back, and hoped that, just maybe, you'd dream of him too.

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2026, january. cheeseceli

[cheeseceli]

A very convenient deal

Pairing: Lee Know × gn!reader

Genre : fluff, friends to lovers, fic (2.2k words)

Request: you and your best friend were sharing a bed because it was convenient. Surely nothing else. Unless..?

Warnings: reader is a bit awkward and oblivious, mentions of death (they're watching a movie), one bed trope

A/n: this is part 2. of "Sleep well, my love" !! | Daily click

It was convenient. You and Minho swore you were only sharing a bed because it was convenient.

After all, you could only sleep if you had your favourite plushie with you. Well, you didn't have it, so, of course, you couldn't sleep at all. And Minho could only sleep if you weren't pacing around your room - which was next door to his - until the sunrise. So, sharing a bed in this seven day long trip was beneficial: you'd sleep because you could feel safe, and he'd sleep because it would be peaceful. Convenient.

Or, at least, that's what you've been saying to yourself all this time. It could easily become your mantra by now. But you know what else would be convenient? Buying yourself a new plushie for the trip, like you said you would. Not your fault that you kept on forgetting it. It would probably be convenient to just use the teddy bear Minho won at the arcade by the third day, as well. He had even offered it to you. But he also had taken it to his room and forgot to give it to you, since you both were using the bed of your room.

Well, it happens.

Even if there were other ways, ways that were quicker, less panicking, less crazy-heartbeat-pace inducing or less awkward, this way was still working perfectly fine. You just had to calm down and not overthink this like you-

"Hey, I'm gonna use your hair brush."

Oh. That was another thing. You and Minho weren't only sharing a bed, but also the entire bedroom. Most of his clothes are in your closet, his toothbrush was next to yours and his charger was charging your phone. That's also part of the convenience thing: why do all the back and forth between rooms if he could just "move in" with you? Only a few things had stayed behind, such as his luggage, the teddy bear he won and, apparently, his brush.

"Go ahead. It's on the second drawer."

You heard the sound of him moving around in your bathroom and you had to say it all felt a bit... domestic. This wasn't even your house and you weren't even in your own country. But it was still you and him. It was you already under the sheets, watching a movie in a foreign language you couldn't understand. It was him on his pajamas using your very own things like it was second nature. It was your shoes side by side, a Polaroid of the two of you on the nightstand and a shared bed. It made you feel something peaceful and loving, yet dangerous.

"What are you thinking about?"

About what our life would look like if we were together.

"Nothing!" you coughed and turned your head to him way too quickly "I mean, nothing. Just zoning out. I guess."

He raised his brow but didn't say anything, instead opting to lay down next to you. He did it so casually that you couldn't believe it, like he had done this a thousand times before. Like he wants to do this a million times more.

"Can you even understand what they are saying?"

You looked back at the TV, the mysterious movie still playing.

"No. But I don't need to! I already know everything that is happening."

"Pray tell," he smiled, more of a smirk. The one that made it clear he didn't believe you "how come?"

"Art of deduction, Min. Or something like that. I'm really good at reading between the lines. I don't need explicit speeches."

He teasingly scoffed at that: "Oh yeah? What is going on, then?"

At that, you sat up straighter, like you were going to start a whole lecture about it: "Okay, do you see the man with the black beanie? He's from this super important family. And his family hates the red sweater guy's family. They're both competing for a place in politics, something like that. But now things escalated so much that the two main characters are going to physically fight each other."

"And you know all of this because..."

"Because I am an amazing observer. Look!" you held Minho's arm as excitement took over you "The first dude's plan failed and now red sweater is like, really mad. I think they are going to kill each other."

You watched as the characters got closer to each other with expressions that were pure hatred, you were sure. The tension was thick, you could feel it. And then, when they were close enough to land a punch, they...

"Kiss?!" you shouted, surely waking someone up "They are kissing!?"

Minho started to laugh, the kind of laugh that only gets out when it's too late and everything is the funniest thing that ever happened.

"This doesn't... This doesn't seem like a fight to me" he managed to say though his lack of air.

"No, no, no. They hate each other. They do! I'm sure this is like, some sort of scheme. It's for the plot. They are going to-"

As you tried to find some logic behind the scene that was definitely not deathly, the ending credits started to roll up, the final song being muffled by Minho's giggles. With a frustrated sigh, you turned the TV off:

"They were supposed to die."

His laugh got stronger for a second before calming down. With a humourous yet soft voice, he commented: "I guess you're not that good at seeing the obvious signs."

You turned your head at his direction, ready to defend your honour. However, he was close. Too close. So close you could see the slightly different glimmer his eyes held at that moment, the smile that still lingered.

You were never supposed to see your best friend so closely.

You've never seen someone that beautiful.

"I guess I'm not..."

You don't know what happened. For a second, it felt like you couldn't control your own body. All you knew is that he was getting millimetrically closer and you were letting him. You were inviting him. You didn't know what would happen. And, as it seems, you'll never know, as you accidentally kicked the covers out of the bed, involuntarily taking you out of your own trance.

Minho didn't stop looking at you though. With a voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close, he started: "It's..."

"Bed time!"

You jumped out of bed like it had personally hurt you and ran towards the light switch. In your defense, you were panicking. You had no idea what you were going to do just ten seconds ago. And now, you couldn't face Minho. Couldn't and wouldn't. So, turning the lights off was certainly the best thing to do.

Right?

Either five minutes or two hours had passed, you're not too sure. What you do know is that your shoulder is brushing his shoulder, you can hear his soft breathing in this way too quiet room and that you cannot for the life in you fall asleep. Had you messed it up? What if he hated you right now? Did he even notice anything at all or are you-

"You think too loud."

You looked at him slowly, like he could vanish into thin air if you moved too fast. He was looking at the ceiling, his back on the mattress. If the lights were turned on, you would have noticed his pink ears and how he tried to subtly glance at you. But they weren't, so, for you, he just looked insanely calm.

"Just... I'm just thinking about the movie."

"Still trying to understand why they didn't kill each other?"

You smiled. "Trying to see the cues I missed."

Minho froze for a second, his entire body tensing up. Before you could wonder if you had said the wrong thing, he decided to turn to you. Now you were face to face, and you were scared to blink and miss this moment.

"Did you find them?" His voice had toned down to a whisper "The signs?"

"I was hoping you could help me."

He sighed and, for the first time since that interaction, you could see how he was in uncharted territory as well. Hoe terrified he was of saying the wrong thing, of being too fast and scaring you away, or being too slow and losing the opportunity: "You could've seen the way they looked at each other."

"I thought that was anger?"

"It was frustration." As if on cue you managed to finally name the so familiar glint on his eyes, the one you could never understand, the one you could see now. "Frustration for loving someone that feels out of reach. For hiding their feelings for so long."

"Why would they hide?"

"Maybe they were scared the other person didn't feel the same. Maybe they were scared of messing it all up."

You nodded, although you doubt he could see the small movement. It felt like seeing a really complex puzzle finally fit its pieces together. It was almost an epiphany. He continued:

"You could also notice their touches. It was feather like. As if they were scared to touch each other, but at the same time, it hurt more to keep themselves away."

At that, you froze. Your hands were ghosting Minho's waist just like he had described. You hadn't even realised it. It was automatic.

"I'm assuming the kiss was also a good give away."

He laughed softly, differently from earlier.

"Yeah, I wouldn't go around kissing the people I hate."

"And sharing a bed?"

His smile dropped at that. Even with that reaction, you didn't doubt your words for the first time that entire trip. You didn't say something you shouldn't; you said what he had been longing to hear.

"I wouldn't do that for just anyone either. In fact," his fingers brushed away one stray piece of hair from your face. Feather like touch. "I'd only do that for one person I know."

"For the same reason those characters kissed?"

He smiled. "For the exact same reason." For a moment, it all became too silent. It wasn't an uneasy silence, it was just... still. Enough to let the moment sink in, letting you both wonder if you were going to cross that line together.

"And you?" he broke the silence, his voice so low it felt weak "Would you? For the same reason?"

You breathed in deeply, gathering up courage: "Already am."

Just like that, you unlocked a new side of Minho. The shocked one, the one that just got everything he has ever wanted but is scared it could be an illusion. It was a reactionless reaction. Behind the hope in his eyes, he was still trying to understand it all. He needed time to process it all.

But you were anxious.

"So..." you broke the hypnosis he seemed to be in. "Do we do something about it, or..?"

Minho laughed at that. A mix of relief with amusement. That was a total different smile adorning his face, one you wouldn't mind seeing for the rest of your life. Before you could fill the awkward silence with an even more awkward question, he propped himself on his elbow and moved forward, stopping your words with a kiss.

It was an imperfect kiss. Somehow, you managed to bump your forehead on his, and he started smiling too much to actually do anything. It was a mess. But for God, that was all you wanted.

"Wow." you said when he distanced himself a bit, loving how his eyes looked like crescent moons "I'd be a terrible detective."

He giggled: "the worst."

You pinched him at that, but even then he only smiled and caressed your cheeks. Although you were feeling your heart explode and your brain was lagging, you still couldn't process that Minho was feeling the same.

While simply admiring the beauty behind it all, you started to catch up with some hints you had missed. And maybe, only maybe, you decided to focus on the not so important thing.

"Min..." you squinted your eyes at him "the plushie you won at the arcade... Did you really forget to give it to me?"

"... yes?"

You got up extremely fast, forgetting how close he was to you, making him fall back while you tried to properly sit.

"Liar!" You didn't give it to me on purpose!" I even reminded you of that a few times but I thought you simply didn't want me to have it, but I couldn't tell why... Oh." you slowly smiled feeling like you, for the first time, would be able to tease him before he could tease you "Did you really enjoy sleeping with me that much? Is that why you ‘forgot’ it? How convenient."

"We went to at least five stores that sold teddy bears. Couldn't you have brought another one for you?"

Your face dropped. "I... forgot. Bad memory."

Now, it was Minho's turn to smile: "You forgot?" He got closer to you once again, placing his hand on the back of your head. There was basically no distance between the two of you. You could feel his smile on your lips. "How convenient."

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2026, january. cheeseceli

[cheeseceli]

I'll carry you home

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin × gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, fic (1.3k words)

Prompt: when you thought that your limits would trouble your relationship or slow hyunjin down, he once again surprises you with his unconditional love and determined heart

Warnings: reader has chronic pain in their knees, hyunjin is an idol, mentions of marriage (they're dating)

A/n: wishing y'all a love like this | daily click

You loved moments like this. These casual, domestic moments. Just a walk in the park in a Sunday morning. No schedules, no screaming, no staff running after you and no fan asking for an autograph for the nth time. Just you, Hyunjin and a normal day. Everything felt perfect.

So, of course, something bad had to happen.

It hit you with no warning, when you were the most unprepared. Hyunjin was talking about some heart warming experience he had with a stay when, suddenly, you froze. Literally. Your left knee simply refused to do its normal movement, instead petrifying on spot. When your feet hit the ground, a huge pain shot through your entire leg and you fell. Would've fallen, had Hyunjin not held you right before you hit the floor.

“Y/n?” your boyfriend looked with worry at you, wide eyes when he saw the first tear silently roll down your cheek. Quickly, he saw how your hand held your knee and how your leg was bent in a quite odd angle. It took him less than three seconds to put your arm in his shoulders, carefully carrying you to the nearest park bench “take it easy, love. It's okay.”

Soon enough, you were sat with Hyunjin kneeling in front of you, stretching your leg so he could massage where it hurt. At this point, you were supposed to be used to this pain. It would constantly come and go, and for most of it you were always able to push the ache to the back of your head and kept on living normally. It would hurt in every step, but it was bearable. But sometimes, it hit you like now. And oh, what a terrible feeling it was.

The worst part wasn't even the pain. Of course it was awful for itself as well, but it wasn't the part you hated the most. What you truly despised about it all was what you weren't able to do because of it. Whenever Hyunjin invited you to hang out with the boys, you rarely felt good enough to join in their antics. You'd constantly visit Hyunjin in the practice room, and you really wanted to dance with him, but you never could. You couldn't even properly play with Kkami, never lasting more than ten minutes. It totally sucked. The pain of the injury was something you could handle, but the pain of not being able to be there was enough to make you feel like your heart was ripping itself apart and it just couldn't–

“Love?”

You blinked. It stung a bit, like you hadn't blinked in a while. Your boyfriend was still in front of you, his knees still on the grass. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you took your leg away from him and bent it closer to you. It was better now. He made it better “Yeah, yeah. I'm good.”

He raised his brow a bit, noticing the pain you were feeling right now was somewhere else “Are you sure? You zoned out for a bit there.”

“I'm fine, it's just... Can you get up?”

“Huh?”

“People are looking at us” your eyes drifted to a group of friends that had been looking at you since you fell, and, at the other side, a couple that pointed at Hyunjin when he started to massage your knee. That's the other thing you hated about all of this. Everyone looking at you like you were some sort of freak when you were just in pain. Your voice was as loud as a whisper when you continued: “They're looking at us weirdly.”

Hyunjin sighed. His heart broke every time your voice quivered like that. He hated how often it happened.

“Of course they are looking at us weirdly” he replied, getting up to sit next to you, putting his arms in your shoulders as lightly as he could “They must be wondering why someone like you is dating someone like me.”

You paused. That wasn't the answer you were expecting, not at all. “What?”

“They must be thinking you're doing charity. Either that or they're think I'm really funny.” you laughed, genuinely so. What was he even talking about? He smiled. “Guess I'm funny, then.”

“You're so lying.”

“What?” and just like that, his dramatic mode was activated “You don't think I'm funny? So you're really doing charity, is that it?”

“No!” there it was, your laugh once again. Hyunjin couldn't even pretend to be offended when you smiled like that “I meant, like... You know what I meant!”

He laughed with you, seeing how your shoulder was less tensed and your hands didn't shake anymore. And like that you both stood for a while, just enough so your heart felt lighter. When that happened, Hyunjin brought you closer, hand still in your shoulder, and asked:

“Do you want to tell me what you were thinking about?”

You got a bit tense, your smile torn, but he could see that, at least, it didn't hit you as hard as before.

"It's nothing, it's just..." you sighed "Doesn't it bother you?"

"What?"

"Me." his eyes widened and he fully turned to you, like you just said the most absurd thing ever (which you did). It would've been comedical if it wasn't tragical. "No! Not me, sorry. My condition, I mean. The knee, the pain, the... everything. Doesn't it bother you?"

His eyes softened, glad he was starting to get you, happy you'd let him in. "It doesn't bother me, Y/n. I want it. I want you and all that comes along. In sickness and in health, remember?"

You smiled softly at his words. He was impossible "We're not married, Hyun."

"It still stands" he held your hand, looking at you like he's seen every beauty in the entire world and decided that your eyes are the prettiest thing there is "It's just a matter of time, after all."

You've lost count of how many times Hyunjin made your brain malfunction in a way or another. He wasn't teasing. He wasn't joking around like before. He wasn't even wondering, he was stating. There was absolutely no doubt in his voice, he said it like that was the most normal thing ever, a fact everyone knows and would never question.

"You want to marry me...?" your voice was small, somewhere between an affirmation and an interrogation. Now it was his turn to furrow, a slight doubt creeping into him.

"I thought I made myself clear enough? I told you that before, didn't I?"

"You did, but... I didn't think you were serious. Like, I didn't know that- I didn't know you had thought it through."

Hyunjin's hand squeezed yours, his touch bringing you peace. "Well, I did. I thought of everything. And every single thing led me to wanting to be with you. Bad knee and all, I want to be here for as long as you let me."

You felt your eyes get teary, his smile getting a bit blurry in your sight. Those moments made you remember why you loved him so much. He was kind. Genuine too. He loved with his entire being and with no shame. You truly appreciated how unshakeable his feelings for you were, but you still felt the urge to warn him. "I can't dance all of the crazy choreographies you can."

"But I can hold you close and just slow dance, right? Way more romantic than thunderous dance break, I would say."

"I have too many bad days."

"And I'll be there in every single one of them."

"I have to go to physical therapy. It can cost a lot."

"I know you didn't just imply I don't have money."

You laughed weakly. "What about time?"

"I'll make time."

"And the days I can barely walk?"

Hyunjin stood up and turned so he was standing in front of you, offering his hand to you "Then I'll carry you home."

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2026, january. cheeseceli

[cheeseceli]

Head in the clouds

Pairing: Lee Know × flight attendant gn!reader (ft. Hyunjin)

Genre: fluff, humour (trust), fic (1k words)

Prompt: Lee Know was used to having airport crushes. What he wasn't used to, though, was to be on the same plane with said crush for hours on end

Warnings: Hyunjin is going through it, violence (lino hitting hyunjin lmao) mention of food, he's an idol

A/n: this was sooo fun to write, I love this one | daily click

Minho was used to having airport crushes.

Sometimes he'd be in line while admiring someone in front of him. Some person checking their baggage. Random people drinking overpriced coffee. Even some fan waiting for him, maybe. It was normal. He liked to think that it was even part of the nature of his job.

However, those crushes would last minutes at most. He'd see somebody, think "cute", walk away and never see them again, not even give a second thought to it. But he never experienced being stuck with his airport crush for 12 hours and thirty two minutes. Though, given his luck, he's not surprised the prettiest person he ever met was his assigned flight attendant. Of course.

"Why are you pretending to sleep?"

"I'm not pretending to do anything."

"So you talk in your sleep now? Good thing you're an idol. You would've gone bankrupt by now if you were an actor."

Lee Know opened his eyes to glare at his friend, Hyunjin, who was obviously having the time of his life.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm just watching." Hyunjin replied amidst the chips he was eating "You avoiding Y/no is pretty entertaining. It's like watching animal planet."

Minho closed his eyes again, sighing in annoyance. "Who even is Y/n?"

"The flight attendant? How come you don't know the name of your own crush? They have a huge name tag with their name on it."

That made Minho reopen his eyes real quick.

First, to hit Hyunjin. Second, to make sure you didn't hear nor say anything. Third, to check if that really was your name.

You were refilling Jeongin's glass with water, a huge smile plastered in your lips. And a tag with Y/n L/n written on it. Shoot, he really missed that.

"Was their smile so blinding you couldn't even read their name?"

"I'm never sitting next to you ever again." Minho replied, stealing the chips from his band mate. More three hours until the end of the flight. He was going to die.

"You should just talk to them. All that fan service and you still can't flirt?"

Maybe he'd kill Hyunjin first and only then die. That felt more like it.

He looked at you once again. You were breathtaking, it was genuinely unfair. Soothing voice, the posture of a miss universe and that goddamn smile. He's sure you alone brought a lot of loyal clients to your airline. At least he knows that he for sure would pay a couple of bucks on a flight just to see you again.

And then you turned away from Jeongin, heading to the end of the corridor. Also known as where he was.

"I'm going back to sleep." Minho closed his eyes before you noticed him looking at you "Don't talk to me."

"You're such a loser."

"Shut up."

For ten hopeful yet foolish seconds, Minho expected everything to be okay. He could fake sleep, you'd pretend you believed him because you were professional and nothing else would go wrong. But for that, Hyunjin would have to be quiet.

"Y/n! Can you come here, please?"

Oh, damn him.

Minho opened his eyes only to see you pushing your cart towards him while Hyunjin was grinning like the devil, folding a small piece of paper. There was no time to strangle his friend, Lee Know had to run away immediately. The moment he tried to get up to go to the bathroom, you were already next to him, making him stumble back to his seat.

That was the worst day of his life.

"Hi, Y/n!" Hyunjin said happily. Way too happily. That could not be good. "Can you give me another bag of chips? My friend here just stole mine."

You just giggled lightly (your laugh was prettier than every song he ever listened to) and nodded, offering a new package to Hyunjin.

Okay. Maybe that was it. There was this low, nearly impossible, chance of Hyunjin not teasing Minho this one time. Maybe he really just wanted food. Maybe he was going to let it pass and-

"Thank you! And this" he gave you the small paper he was holding, shortly looking at the older man while doing so "is for you. Maybe check it out after your shift is over."

And then proceeded to wink at you.

He was so dead meat.

You seemed confused, to say the least, but politely smiled and put the paper in your pocket before going to the other sector of the airplane.

The moment you were gone, Minho got up to find the best angle to hit Hyunjin.

"What the- Why are you hitting me?!"

"Why did you do that??" Minho replied a bit too loudly, not caring that he accidentally woke Felix up.

"You weren't going to do so yourself!"

"Me not doing anything didn't mean you could flirt with them in front of me!"

"What?! I wasn't - stop hitting me! - I wasn't flirting! It was your number in that paper!"

Minho's hand freezes in the air, his eyes getting slightly bigger "what?"

Hyunjin sat straighter in his seat, side-eyeing Minho while trying and failing to open his bag of chips.

"I wrote your number on the paper and gave it to them. I also wrote that it was your contact so they wouldn't misunderstand it. I try to make a good action and this is how you thank me, really..."

Lee Know stopped paying attention to his friend's rant after that. You had his number. You could text or call him any time from now on. You both actually had the chance to talk to each other.

But maybe you'd forget it. You could be not interested. You could find him creepy. God knows what would happen now. So he was trying his best to chill and not overthink it.

However, the moment the boys were getting out of the plane and your team was biding them goodbye, he is pretty sure the smile you gave him was bigger than the one the others received. And when he looked at Hyunjin and he was nodding proudly, saying something about how the lunches were worth it, Minho is already thinking how he'll apologise to him if, when, you send a message.

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2026, june. cheeseceli

[cheeseceli]

The Night We Met

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, second chance, fic (2.8k words)

Prompt: “I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met."

Warnings: both of them cry at some point, heartbreak, insecurities, party (?), Han makes a cameo, happy ending

A/n: when the hardest part of writing is finding the right layout | daily click

I had all

Hyunjin knew more than to trust Han Jisung. Of course, he loved Han as one would love a brother, and he would trust his life to his friend if needed, but he should've known to not trust Han to stay put during the party. Simply because Jisung was nowhere to be found and Hyunjin was now holding two glasses of drink in the middle of unknown faces.

Great.

Trying to get a hold of his friend, Hyunjin navigated the sea of strangers. "I'll stay with you all the time. It will be fun." Honestly, how did he even believe his friend at all? Throughout all the time he looked for him, he made a mental note of never going out with Han again.

Finding a balcony, Hyunjin thought his friend could be there. He probably ran out of social battery and ran away from the crowd. Yeah, that could be it. Even better, as Hyunjin himself couldn't stand being in that party anymore. Maybe they both could just put an end to the night and finally go home.

Hyunjin even smiled at the thought, only to see an empty balcony when he opened the door. He was not going home any time soon apparently.

With the not so optimistic thought, he leaned on the wall and sat down, sighing. That was not how he thought his night was going to look like. Now he was with two cups of a horrible drink, sitting on the dirty floor, shivering because of the cold breeze and -

"There are some blankets in the sofa if you want."

He turned his head quite fast, almost dripping the liquid on the cup into his clothes, to the direction of the voice. You were sitting in the corner of the balcony, where the lights couldn't reach properly. He couldn't see your figure, but as he didn't recognise your voice, he probably didn't even know you to begin with.

"Uh... Thank you" he got up off his spot and went in the direction of the said couch, which was fairly close to where you were sat. There were some blankets in there, and they were surprisingly clean. Hyunjin glanced at you only to see you weren't looking at him anymore, instead facing the view and covering your body with a fabric he believes you took from the couch. "What are you doing?"

You looked at him again. He didn't recognise your face, which proves the fact that he really didn't know you before, but he's sure he won't ever forget you after tonight. You were unfairly beautiful.

"I'm just taking a break from the party" you say nonchalantly "Things can get overwhelming rather quickly there."

Hyunjin chuckled; he knew the feeling very well. Actually, he was drowned in the sensation of "overwhelm" just five minutes before. Funnily enough, he was feeling way better now. Refreshed, even. He sat on the floor, back on the sofa, while he covered his legs with one of the blankets "I know what you mean. The ambience was... Chaotic, to say the least. I'm Hyunjin, by the way."

You smiled and God, he wished he could be the reason to so many of your future smiles. And he was, in fact. That night was only the beginning of a "you" that meant two. The only difference would be that instead of finding yourselves in boring parties, you'd purposely go to each other every cold night, just so you could share a blanket under the starry night.

You would admire the view, he would look at you, and he felt like he had it all right there.

And then most of you

But not every night was about staying awake under the moon. Some were actually used to sleep, and how Hyunjin despised those were inexplicable.

At the beginning, he thought he just didn't want to close his eyes when he could be with you instead. That stopped when he convinced you of sharing a bed almost every night. Then he would hug your figure and sleep with a smile on his lips. Sweet dreams would fill his brain until he had to wake up, only to find you in his arms and have the first smile of his day.

However, at some point, the night became full of terrors. Maybe it was that one night where he had a bad dream, where he could feel you slipping away from his fingers. Where no "I'm sorry" or "I love you" convinced you to stay. Where your eyes were still filled with love and admiration, yet you turned your back and went away. Amidst his tears and the dreadful pain in his chest, he felt realisation. The moment he completely lost you. And to wake up to an empty bed was not the confirmation he needed.

"Y/n?" he whispered his voice still too weak to actually speak. That could not be it. He repeated himself, louder. "Y/n?"

He felt his lungs unable to breathe. No no no no no no. There was no way he lost you that easily, that he lost you at all. The moment he tried to get out of bed in a failed attempt to go after you, he shattered down into the floor. It all felt too dark. Too real.

"Hyune?" he heard your voice on the doorstep, now your footsteps coming closer. Thank God. "Hyune, look at me."

You kneeled down next to him, holding his face. Your touch immediately melted him down and he had no other reaction than to hold you as close as he could, like his life depended on that. He could feel your heart beat and your fingers caressing his hair. He could hear your reassuring voice and how your breathing was calming him down. You were there. No matter what was going on inside his head, you were there. With him. Nowhere else. And Hyunjin really swears he did his best to focus on that, but it didn't completely work.

Somewhere in his being, he didn't feel you as completely as he used to. Maybe it was just his inner voice, but, since that night, he was affirmative that he could feel you slipping away. Even if you reassured him of your love, he was still scared. You still looked at him with love when you left on that cursed night after all. Which made him think that maybe it would be his fault. So he really tried as much as he possibly could, and even more. He said "I love you more". He never hesitated on apologising after a fight. He didn't even dream of losing an opportunity to kiss or hug you, especially at night. Especially when he closed his eyes to sleep and he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything if you decided to just leave.

In those moments, his dreams became prayers, asking God to let him be with you. If not forever, at least for most of it.

Some

He tried to convince himself that it wasn't his fault. It was his first time being in love, it was the first time he ever lived for love. He was still learning. At least he was willing to understand and improve, his friends said, so that should mean something. But none of those things helped him forgive himself.

He couldn't, not when he saw you crying. It wasn't the first time that the both of you argued, not the first time he made you stressed, nor the first time you made him want to rip his hair out. But it was mostly certain the first time he made you cry. And with your eyes filled with tears in front of him, he found himself lost. What on earth was he supposed to do?

He'd love to become a time traveler and just go back to where he hadn't screwed everything up. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

Hyunjin was in shock like he had never been before. What had he said? He doesn't even remember, and he doesn't think something that cruel could've come out of his lips. At least not something that he actually meant. So what did he say? Why did he say it?

Maybe he could've kneeled down next to you, just like you did for him that one night where he had a nightmare. But he remembers that, after falling to the ground, he kept on searching for you. He still wanted you to find him, he needed you to come to him. Would you want him to come any closer? Would you want him to hold you? Would you want him?

He didn't know. And in no part of his being he found the strength to find out. Maybe the fear of being rejected, even if temporarily, scared him the most. He hurt you. You had every single reason to want to scream at him, fight him, even run from him. Would Hyunjin be able to take it? If you were to break his heart, would you just scratch it or would you destroy it? Either way, he couldn't take it.

So he just stood there. He watched as you started to seek comfort in the sweater you were wearing, the one that was originally his. He saw your tears falling in the same rhythm of his unsteady breathing. And he doesn't know when his knees failed him and he just fell down to the ground, helplessly, but he felt it alongside with his heart aching.

We'll be alright, he tried to say. Mostly he tried to convince himself of that matter, but he felt nothing but disappointment the moment he saw your face again. He failed you. As your friend, as your lover. And maybe he could try to say it was his first time being in love, but that doesn't take away the guilt that consumes his brain right now.

Maybe he could say that with some more effort, that could be forgotten in the past and he'd love you better, but he didn't know if you could endure more "some" with him.

And now none of you

Maybe that was the worst that ever happened to him. The punishment of feeling your weight in the bed, of feeling your warmth not too far away, but not feeling your touch. Because that was what was happening. And it hurts.

He could only see the back of your body, as you refused to face him during the night. The bed wasn't even that large, but it seemed like there was an entire ocean separating the both of you. It was unfamiliar, so wrong to not have you attached to him. It felt like what he feared the most. And what's possibly worst is that he should've been used to that now as the past nights were like that too. You were still in his sight, but not where he could reach you.

He tries to think of where he failed and how he can turn back. You never showed sighs of going away until he convinced himself you were. He just didn't want to take you for granted. Did he self sabotage instead? All he ever wanted was to love you. How did he miss himself between the lines?

He hears your soothing breathing and he feels like he could cry. When thinking about losing you, he felt like his world was collapsing. He used to do his best to try to keep you by his side. But now he just feels lost, filled with regrets. Simply because he was dumb enough to lose you for nothing. When did it go wrong?

At that moment, he wondered why you were still there. Obviously, he appreciated it more than he could ever explain, but he couldn't understand. Maybe you just wanted to find something, a single reason, that would be able to explain your permanence. After all, he loved you. You loved him just as much. But maybe, because it was your first time being in love, none of you knew that just love wasn't enough. You can adore someone and maybe even then it won't be enough. Merely because it isn't.

Although you wished to stay, maybe it just wasn't correct for you to do so.

That night, Hyunjin finally came to terms with it. Nothing would stop you from leaving. Not even him, not even you, not even love.

Just like he once prayed to have most of forever with you, now he prays that this will not be your last goodbye. Maybe a "see you soon". Maybe a "we will find each other when we're both ready". Anything along these lines. Just not, for God's sake, a final goodbye. Anything but that.

You're a little bit confused when you wake up being held by Hyunjin. Considering how you made sure to have some distance for the night, hoping that would make things easier, it was a shock to find your entire being intertwined with his. He was hugging you like he would never let go and you were counting on that. You almost complied. But when you felt his tears falling on your shirt, right where Hyunjin laid his head, you knew that he knew it too.

That was not how any of you expected it to go, but none of that mattered in the moment. Not when it was already decided. You hugged him closer, in hopes of stopping the inevitable. When it didn't work, you just wished you'd have more opportunities to hug him again.

Take me back to the night we met

It was funny, to say the least. The one time Han didn't forget about Hyunjin in a party was because Hyunjin decided to run away himself this time. At least Jisung improved since the last time they partied together.

But right now, all Hyunjin could think of was to breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Again. The mood inside the party was suffocating: way too many people doing everything at once. It was chaotic, really. So that's how he found himself in the balcony of the hosting house, breathing in every time the cold air touched his face.

When the door opened, he felt the bit of sanity he had left disappearing. No way he could talk or interact with someone without losing his mind; there was a reason he was running away.

He genuinely thought of just asking the person to go away, claiming he needed some space. But when he glanced at the stranger, he realised that he actually knew the person quite well. He promised himself that he would never forget your face after all.

You haven't perceived him just yet,you were too busy looking at the view. Just like the night he met you. He has always thought it was beautiful how you looked at the dark sky. It was almost as if you had a connection to the stars, like you're one of them who got lost in Earth. You for sure looked as dazzling as one.

"There are no blankets this time. I checked."

It was almost comic how fast you turned your head towards him. You didn't believe your ears when you heard his voice, and you now didn't believe your eyes. It was amazing how you always found your way to him whenever you needed a break from the world. Even after going almost no-contact with him, in a way or another you'd always find him. Or perhaps he is the one who'd always meet you.

"I actually needed one right now." you chuckled, feeling yourself a bit vulnerable to the cold breeze. However, your focus was in Hyunjin and how he looked at you in the same way he did before... everything. You probably looked at him just the same. "Do you mind if I stay? Just for a bit, inside there is quite..."

"Chaotic?" He smiled, emanating this huge feeling of peace.

"To say the least." You watched him move a little to the left, leaving you a spot to sit. And so you did.

Although you were both shivering by being exposed to the outside weather, it felt surprisingly warm being next to each other. It still felt comfortable.

He remembers how he once prayed he'd see you again. He did. He also remembers how he wanted to stay the most part of forever with you. Now that he spent some time without you, he wonders if that means that from now on it will be different. He hopes so.

Hyunjin smiled to himself and looked to the sky just in time to see that the moon seemed to smile right back at him. At you both. And he has a feeling that his prayers were heard after all.

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[cheeseceli]

If it's messy, it's love

Pairing: Han Jisung × gn!reader

Genre: angst, fic (1k words), unrequited love

Prompt: "Maybe if it's messy then you know it's really love"

Warnings: heartbreak, unrequited love, mentions of marriage, of parents (?) and of kids, Heeseung cameo

A/n: miss rose releases another hit | daily click

Han realised in the most painful, cruelest way that it could never be him.

"What?"

"I'm getting married!" was all you replied to his shocked state, with that beautiful smile of yours that hurt him so badly now, hoping it would enlighten your best friend's mind a little bit.

But Han had heard it the first time. He heard it loud and clear.

He just couldn't believe. He didn't want to.

"Heeseung proposed?" he could only hope his voice wasn't giving in, showing you his most vulnerable side. He was also glad he was sat in his bed. This way his knees wouldn't falter until they brought him to the ground.

"He just did this morning" you sat next to him, dreamy voice still speaking, not noticing the inner debate in Han's heart "I can't believe it either. You're the first one to know the news, actually."

He has no ideia if that was supposed to be a good thing. He supposes it was, as that meant you really considered him a huge part of your life.

Maybe just not big enough.

He knew it from the start that you really were in love with your boyfriend - now fiancé - and that he had no place in that romantic aspect of your life. But he still was foolish enough to have hope.

Hope one day you'd wake up and think "wow, maybe I am in love with my best friend". Just like he was in love with you.

It was stupid. Jisung knew it better than anyone. He knew it was immature. That's why he never did anything regarding this fantasies. He would never even dare to do anything that could ruin your relationship with Heeseung. You would be hurt by only the thought of it, and that guy was sadly even pretty decent, a good match for you! So Jisung could do nothing but to watch it from the sidelines.

And to have hope.

It's true when they say this feeling is the last one to die.

It saddened him to be so attached to that idea. It wasn't going to work. You were not going to have a crazy epiphany about how infatuated you are with him. You weren't gonna reserve a place in your heart for him, not the part he wanted you to. He hated himself for even feeling this way.

It was childish. It was hurtful. It was messed up.

But at this point, he thought that if it was messy, then at least it really was love.

"Are you sure? I mean, isn't it a bit early?"

"I don't think so. We've been dating for three years already. It's just enough time, right?"

You knew Han for more than a decade though. Couldn't you consider it as well?

"Is your family alright with that?"

"Well, they don't know it yet" right, after all, he was the first one to discover the news "but my parents really like him. They hinted about marriage a few times."

Your parents liked him as well. Why couldn't they hint about him instead?

"Well, weren't you guys fighting just last week?"

It seems you and Han were about to fight now.

"What's up with the interrogation?" you finally looked at him, the dreamy state you were in fading bit by bit "I thought you would be happy as well."

"I am happy for you!" he was not "I just want to make sure you're making the right choice," it wasn't the right choice "it's a lot of responsibility after all. We're talking about the rest of your life."

You were quiet for a while. There was no way of knowing what you were really thinking at that moment. And that was killing Jisung.

"Are you positive?" Jisung continued, his voice weaker than ever "Are you really sure you want to marry him? Are you ready for that?"

"I am." The delicate expression came back to light up your face, your voice becoming softer. It was a sign of love. Han recognised it well, that was how he talked about you "For all of your questions. I want to do that more than anything, and I want to do it with Hee."

Han could hear his heart breaking in synchrony with your words. That had to be the worst experience of his life.

You were going to get married to the love of your life. He was probably going to be your best man, the "uncle" of your kids and the one friend you knew you could always count in.

And that was it.

At the same time you were promising him a place in your life, you were also saying goodbye to him. Goodbye to everything he had ever hoped for. Goodbye to everything he used to do that won't be his duty to fulfil anymore. Goodbye to the two of you that existed until now, and goodbye to the version of you that he never got to see.

After all, it really, really, could never be him.

"He better take care of you." Han finally said, eyes not meeting yours, heart beating so slowly a doctor would say he was dead.

You smiled. Being your friend for years on end made him realise a few things about you. He knew how you smiled when you were faking it, and he knew it when it was real. And God, that one smile was one of the most genuine smiles he had seen in your lips for a long while.

But it probably wasn't as real as the one you gave Heeseung earlier, when he got down in one knee for you.

"Thank you" you whispered as you hugged him. He could feel the happiness laced in your voice "He will take good care of me, I promise."

And all that was left to Han was to believe your words would come true.

If he was supposed to live with a broken heart from now on, that should at least mean you were going to live with a happy and healed one forever.

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[cheeseceli]

Shut me up

Pairing: Choi Soobin × Gn!reader

Genre: fic, fluff, friends to lovers, (1.1k)

Prompt: "I know I talk too much, so honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up"

Warnings: the rest of txt make a slight cameo, soobin is a loser (affectionate)

A/n: thank you for requesting this with him because I was hoping someone would😭 enjoy! | Join the 1k event

Yours and soobin's first kiss was... Kind of a hopeless mess.

It all started with a date you didn't even know was a date. Following his friend's advice, he invited you out. Just keep it casual, they will love it. That's what Yeonjun said.

Soobin wishes he could punch Yeonjun right now.

That's simply because you were both sitting side by side on a bench in the park, and you've just asked when the others were coming along.

"Probably soon, I think they might be stuck in traffic."

You nodded, thinking it probably made sense. But it actually didn't. Because no one was coming. Maybe keeping it so casual was a mistake, considering you thought it was so casual that it would be just a normal outing among friends. Not a date. Not that Soobin was stressing over it, of course not.

He just casually wants to punch Yeonjun.

But he also should kick Taehyun since it was his idea to come to a park this weekend. Saturdays are always great for dates, there's no better day than this one. Taehyun was a very smart guy and, since he told Soobin that the place and weather would be perfect, he was most likely right as always.

Except it started to rain.

You and your clothes, that made you look more ethereal than you already were, were getting wet. And so was your date friend. When you got up from the bench, Soobin swore he heard his heart get broken thinking about how you were going to bid your farewell. Happily, you just said "Let's go to some cafe, we can wait for them there".

You were way smarter than Taehyun, that's a fact.

Buy them something to drink. Now that was Hueningkai's advice. Soobin thought to himself for a second before complying; that one couldn't go wrong. He had the money - he made sure to avoid his wallet around the guys. He also knew your favourite drink by heart and the place was very nice. Okay, that one really couldn't go wrong.

"Go find us somewhere to sit, I'll have something for us to drink" he told you smiling, hoping to look confident and cool.

You smiled back at him. Oh my God that must've worked right?? Soobin was about to kiss kai for giving him the only right advice until now.

In his opinion, everything was going on pretty smoothly. They had your order there, it smelled good and it looked nice. For a second, Soobin thought he could really impress you, even if it's with a silly thing like that.

That is, until this random guy dropped his coffee in his shirt. Yeah, that really sucked.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" the person said. The coffee was kinda hot but not enough to hurt him, but sadly it was enough to ruin his shirt. Of course he had to wear a white shirt that day.

"It's okay, don't worry" The stranger even paid soobin's and yours coffee as an apology but he doesn't know if that made him feel better or worse about the whole situation. Sorry Kai, I couldn't pay for the drinks.

But once he sat down next to you, your eyes turned confused at the exact moment, and you didn't hesitate on taking some napkins to try and help soobin's shirt. A win is a win, he thinks when he feels your hands trying to dry his sleeve. His skin was getting hotter and redder. He hopes you assumed it was the hot coffee.

Don't forget to compliment them, Beomgyu said. Usually Soobin wouldn't hesitate on ignoring any possible advice his friend could give, but this one felt like the sanest thing he had said in a while. Maybe it was worth the risk.

He started to look at you, still focused on trying to clean his shirt. There were just so many things he could compliment. He loved the way your eyes would squint when you were paying attention to something. He loved how your skin felt delicate when you were touching him. He could spend hours talking about how your hair framed your face perfectly or how your voice was adorable. He also really liked your lips, a lot. If he could, he would kiss you right on the spot.

"What?"

"What?"

You were looking at him confused, like you were solving the hardest of puzzles in your head. But Soobin doesn't understand. He didn't do anything, nor said something that could make you have his reaction. He just...

His hand flew to his mouth, covering it and only showing his wide eyes in total horror. No way he said that. He couldn't have said that.

"Did you just say that..." you tried to formulate it without sounding weird, not that the situation itself wasn't already bad enough "that you wanted to kiss me?"

He laughed. Little giggles started to get past his lips, but it was extremely clear that it was a laugh filled with panic. How can someone screw things up so badly?

"No, no. I mean yeah I did but no! I shouldn't have said that, it was a mistake. Not that I didn't mean it, because I did, but in a sense that I shouldn't have said it, you know?" he looked at you trying to find a string of hope, any sign that he was on his way of fixing things, but damn he was so lost. "Like, I won't actually kiss you! I wanted to but then, no hold on. I wouldn't do it like this, in something like... You understand what I mean right?"

He doesn't know for how long he kept on speaking any random excuse he could think of. At some point, his panicked laugh got mixed with words and the only thing he could say were unintelligible sounds. You could almost see a little smoke getting out of his brain. He only came to a stop when you kissed the corner of his mouth, shutting him up immediately.

Did you just... kiss him?

You giggled lightly, probably at how awestruck he was right now. It wasn't even a kiss on his lips - unfortunately - but he felt like he could die a happy man at that moment.

"I can't believe I'll have to thank the boys for that."

"Weren't they tagging along?"

Oh.

"Now that's kind of a funny story..." You could see he was collecting his breath to start yapping again, but he stopped right when he saw you smile. Apparently, both your kiss and smile had the ability to stop his brain.

Suddenly he started to talk again, not knowing exactly what he was ranting about this time. His words probably weren't even coherent, but maybe you'd kiss him to shut him up once more.

Maybe this one kiss would land on his lips instead.

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The Only Good Thing

Pairing: idol Hueningkai × Gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, fic (1k words)

Prompt: “aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell”

Warnings: scenes of overworking, brief panic attack, mentions of insecurities

A/n: because my boy deserves better | daily click

Did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

Hueningkai should probably calm down. Sweating palms, accelerated heartbeat and a darkened vision isn't exactly the best state he has ever been in. He feels like he's losing it lately.

The pressure of the media, the hatred comments coming from all places at once and the high expectations make his life a living hell. For God's sake, even the compliments feel like daggers. Everything feels backhanded and it's tiring. It's exhausting and he has no idea of how long he can take that for.

But when he sees his members get up and continue practice, he feels a little bit dumbfounded. They suffer that too, don't they? Why do they look okay? Hueningkai feels like he will break if he does as much as getting up, so how are the members so... well?

Is he exaggerating his situation? Maybe that's why the comments say he's burdening the group?

He gets up slowly and trying his best to just not burst into tears. He needs to take it. He needs to keep going.

So he does.

Oh I try, I try, I try, but it takes over my life

Maybe he's doing too much now.

It's been five hours since practice ended. Well, technically. It's been five hours since the rest of the boys left. But for hueningkai, this is just the start of the night.

He feels like he needs to do more. Everyone seems to agree on this, at least. On the fact that he is not enough. He truly doesn't want to leave the group - it's his home, his family and his dream. So the only possible outcome is for him to become worthy of it. So he will try as much as he can, even more than that.

And if it consumes him, well, it's a price to pay, isn't it?

His vision was still dark. He couldn't see properly, so that's probably the reason why he was so lost. Almost losing himself.

He also didn't notice how his cell phone was exploding with notifications. His members asking why he was taking so long to come back to the dorm and you asking where he was.

The gates to get out of hell were open, but he couldn't see amidst his hazy mind.

Dear angel;

It was around 2am when he heard the door to the practice room open and then Kai finally stopped his repeated movements. Standing with all your glory, even with a tired look into your face, you entered the room. If it wasn't for the timing, he could've sworn the sun had just reached its highest point on sky.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"The boys called me a few times. All of them. They were worried because you didn't go home, so they thought you could be with me."

That would've been a way better idea, if he's being honest. It would've gave him the opportunity to sleep peacefully for at least a night before having to face the horrors of life in the morning. But he couldn't have this luxury, could he now?

"I had to practice a bit more. I told them that."

"Well, 'a bit more' is usually just an hour. It's not seven hours after the practice had ended. It's damn late now, Kai."

He looked out of the window. It was very dark outside.

"Why did you come here at this time? It's pitch black outside, something could've happened."

"A friend of mine lent me his car. That's how I came and that's how we'll be going back home."

"I still need to-"

"You need to sleep, Kai. To rest. Working until your bones fall off won't be of any help. Besides, Yeonjun told me you were doing just fine in the practice, why are you training so hard?"

"Because 'just fine' isn't enough" you heard his voice break at that. Everything in him was showing signs of an upcoming collapse. You had no idea of how long he'd be able to take in like that "I need to do better."

He looked at the floor, trying to breathe calmly. He was so focused on dancing before that he didn't feel anything, but now his body was so tired he felt like his knees would give up anytime soon. He already feels like he disappointed so many people, he can't disappoint you. Especially not you.

Even when looking down, he heard your footsteps get closer to him until he felt your hands on his cheeks. His body was extremely hot out of all that practice. The urgency of needing him to rest was just growing by the minute.

"Kai" he still didn't look at you. You knew he felt too ashamed to do so "Kai, please. You are such a good artist. A great one. You put your entire soul into your work and it's beautiful to see. Don't feel like you have to change that."

"I know some people who would disagree."

"I can guarantee you that those people have never seen a video of yours. They had never heard you sing. They are here only to hate because that's the only thing they know how to do. If they did pay attention to anything you ever did, they would fall in love with you. Just like your fans did. Like the boys and I did."

At this point, he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, Kai gave up to your touch and rested his head on your shoulder, not caring anymore if he was crying or not.

"Let's go home, okay?"

You just felt his head nod in the crook of his neck. He felt that he was still lost in that hell of a maze, but at least now there was an angel willing to guide him through the exit. And God, how he wished he could get out soon enough and just be with you and your light.

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

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