i write for svt and this a list of my works. i'm a busy grad student, but sometimes i get those sudden bursts of inspiration, so i can't guarantee a schedule, but i'll try and upload my works as i finish them!
requests: [ CLOSED ]
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note: i’ll probably change the formatting of this a little bit later, but i’ll start w this :D
❀ ot13/unit:
the social club - ch. list (angst, murder mystery)
❀ seungcheol:
you got it, coach (fem!reader, fluff)
takeout and a movie (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
leica (angst)
my only sunshine (requested, fluff)
peek-a-boo (requested, angst, fluff)
suffocating (angst)
❀ jeonghan:
glow-in-the-dark (requested, angst)
my idiot (requested, angst)
❀ joshua:
the class president - ch. list (gn!reader, angst, fluff)
the sweetest thing (gn!reader, fluff)
❀ jun:
a part of you (angst, fem!reader)
❀ hoshi:
firsts (requested, fluff)
❀ wonwoo:
my dream is you (fem!reader, mild angst w/ happy ending)
the secret garden (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
the perfect set up (requested, fluff)
once, twice, three times (requested, fluff)
❀ woozi:
what am i feeling? (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
❀ dk:
something special (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
❀ mingyu:
when we meet again (fem!oc, fluff)
4:00 AM (fem!reader, fluff, angst)
day off (fluff)
second chances (angst)
the zest of life (fem!reader, uni!au, fwbs)
mint choco (fem!reader, angst, 2gyuniverse)
❀ the8:
you were beautiful (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
❀ seungkwan:
a little clearer (confession series, gn!reader, fluff)
hello !! for the milestone prompt game, i would like to request mutual pining + hurt comfort + royalty with jeon wonwoo if that’s okay :) thank u !!
lots of hurt/comfort, royal aus these days, but i can't say i'm mad ^^ hopefully there's enough pining in this, i rly had to stop myself from writing too much to keep to the "drabble" word count (still went over 1k words anyway). i hope you enjoy this anon <3
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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once, twice, three times
pairing: wonwoo x reader
genre: romance, joseon royalty au, major fluff
word count: 1.3k (i must be stopped)
warnings: none! except CHEESE (so if ur lack toes and taller aunt, i'm so sorry)
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*the Dowager Empress is the wife of the deceased king/mother of the current king
Working in the palace was nerve-racking enough as it was, but you were determined to do your best for the sake of your family. As a palace nurse, it was your job to attend to the royals and nobles of the palace whenever they were ill. Additionally, you were to create medicines as directed by the royal physician, but the thing you were most excited about was the access to the royal archives. Hundreds of books and boundless knowledge were now a short walk away from the medicinal hall you spent your days in.
It was just another day in said hall, you were grinding herbs for the Dowager Empress’* daily tea when hushed whispers filled the air. You turned around to see your fellow nurses crowding the doorway; curious, you walked over to see what all the commotion was about. Getting on the tips of your toes, you hoisted yourself over one of their shoulders.
And there he was — the crown prince. Regal in his steps and quiet in nature, Crown Prince Wonwoo was always sure to be the talk of whoever’s path he crossed. There was no denying how handsome he was, and from what you had heard, he was as gentle as he was kind. Though he never said much, his eyes could tell you a whole story. So you heard. Suddenly the spring breeze picked up and sunlight seemed to follow his every step. Cherry blossoms fell in front of him as he walked with his hands tucked behind his back. It was unlike anything you had ever seen before.
Just then, his gaze turned to where you and the other nurses were. They bowed down to show respect, everyone but you. Your mind went blank as all you could do was stare at him, both of your eyes meeting. Before his eunuch could scold you for such blatant disrespect, you came to, dipping your head down farther than necessary. Wonwoo let out a low, quiet chuckle, his interest in you now piqued. After a few moments, you stood up again, but he was nowhere to be found. As if staring at the crown prince wasn’t enough, your heart raced at the thought of being punished for your disrespect, or worse, you’d be forced to leave.
Days passed and nobody from the royal military came to execute you or tell you your family had been killed for your insubordination, so you figured all was well. That is, until it wasn’t. You nearly dropped the mortar and pestle in your hands when you saw him standing at the doorway.
“Crown Prince, what brings you to our humble quarters?” the royal physician asked.
“I’m here to observe,” he stated, his voice deep and firm. “Don’t mind me.”
“As you wish,” the physician replied. “Get back to work, everyone.”
Your hands shook as you turned to place the mortar and pestle back on the table. Was he here to wait for another slip up? Did he want to punish you personally? You turned to see if he was still there and found him glancing at you. He couldn’t help it if he had been mesmerized by you the moment your eyes met that one spring day. His eunuch found it strange that he requested to visit the physician despite his insistence that he was feeling perfectly fine. Your image was burned into his mind and since that day, he knew he had to see you again. But of course, you didn’t know that, so you found it strange that the crown prince was “just observing.”
Once is an accident.
One day, the physician asked you to go look for some treatments for indigestion in the royal archives. You happily obliged as the archives had become your safe haven away from the chaos that could come about being in the hall all day. The smell of paper filled your nose the moment you stepped into the building. You took your time scanning the books and scrolls for treatments, but to no avail. Much of what you found were methods that had been severely outdated, but there had to be something somewhere, you thought. Finally, you set your sight on a book that might have the answers you were looking for. You reached up to grab it, only for it to be too high for you. A hand came from behind you and picked the book off the shelf with ease.
You turned to thank the stranger, but instead, your body was paralyzed. The crown prince’s chest was mere centimeters away from your nose. If it weren’t for the thick layers of his silk garments, he could probably feel your warm breaths on his torso.
“Crown Prince Wonwoo!” The eunuch’s voice carried from outside the archives. “We must go!”
Wonwoo placed the book in your hands, gave you a small grin and left without a word. The cool air inside the building did little to bring down the temperature of your burning face. You leaned against the bookshelf, clutching your chest in an attempt to still your beating heart.
Twice is a coincidence.
After that day in the archives, the only times you saw the crown prince were in passing. Despite being busy preparing for the arrival of the Chinese envoys, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. And neither could you. More often than not, you found yourselves thinking of one another. Would he be in the archives? Were you grinding herbal leaves for his grandmother? Was he taking a stroll near the Heaven’s Pavillion? Did your feet hurt from standing all day?
Later, you came to find out that the crown prince had fallen ill as a result of overworking. After the physician finished his examination, he assigned the nurses to check on the prince on a rotating schedule every few hours. The other nurses were overjoyed, but something about this made you uneasy. Perhaps it was because you were worried for him, and the idea of seeing him in pain only made your heart hurt.
When your turn came, you approached his quarters anxiously. His ladies-in-waiting let you in and you found him lying in his bed almost lifeless. His skin was pale and beads of sweat formed at the top of his head. You didn’t have to touch him to feel the intense heat radiating from his body as a result of his fever. Dipping your hands into the pail of water, you squeezed the washcloth and patted his face slowly. Your eyes followed your hands as you started on his forehead, then to his cheeks, and finally cleaning around his (very sharp) jawline and down his neck. When you finished mixing ginseng into hot water for when he woke up, you stood up only for him to reach out and grab your hand. Despite his abnormally high body temperature, his hands were freezing. Your lungs nearly stopped.
“Stay with me.” His voice was raspy.
“I have to return,” you blurted. “If I stay any longer, the others will start to wonder why I’ve been gone so long. I could get in trouble.” Palpitations took over your chest as his grip on your hand only tightened.
“Stay with me,” he repeated. “That’s a royal command.”
Surely, disobeying a royal command would land you in hot waters, so you obliged, sitting back down.
“Lay down.” His eyes were still closed and he patted the space next to him.
“Prince Wonwoo—”
“Don’t,” he raised his voice slightly, albeit weak. “Make me repeat myself.”
You sighed and lay down next to him, resting your head on your arm uncomfortably. But it didn’t matter because all you could think about was how serene the crown prince’s face looked in front of you. His eyes slowly opened and your gazes met, causing butterflies to fill not only your stomach but your chest as well.
hi!! if the milestone prompt game is still open, can i req snowed + bed sharing + first kiss with wonwoo pls <33
asdhaks;l this was such a good combo omg!! "i will go to you like the first snow" by ailee was the song that kept playing in my head when i saw this, especially knowing that wonwoo covered that song ahhh thank you for requesting this, i hope you like it :)
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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the perfect set up
pairing: wonwoo x reader
genre: fluff (?)
word count: 1k (I BROKE THE DRABBLE RULES but oh well, also it's always wonwoo who i end up writing a lot for and he's not even part of my bias line????)
warnings: kithing
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“Hey, it’s getting pretty bad out there,” Wonwoo said, pulling his fingers back from the blinds. You knew it was going to snow tonight, but what you didn’t know was that you would lose track of time talking to the man in front of you. But of course, that’s how it always went. When you were with Wonwoo, time always seemed to slip between your fingers no matter how hard you tried to grasp onto it. It was easy being with him — he made you feel comfortable and safe, and never did he do anything to make you feel like he was up to no good.
Shortly after you graduated university, you found a cushy job managing the finances for a small video production company. Wonwoo was recently hired on as a director and the two of you navigated the new environment together. Soon, he started asking you on casual “hangs,” as he liked to call it, but the tension was stronger than a simple “hang” could ever endure. Honestly? It was pure torture being in this grey state with him. You were sure he felt something more, too, but nothing ever came out of it. You ended your nights with simple goodbyes and that was that.
“I guess I should probably leave,” you mumbled. You stood up from the kitchen table where the two of you had been deep in conversation about how aliens definitely exist considering how big the universe was. Right as you were about to put your shoes on, Wonwoo cleared his throat.
“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked.
Oh. That was unexpected. “I’ll be okay,” you managed, but really, you would do anything to prolong your time with him.
“Are you sure? It’s snowing a lot.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine if I hurry.”
“I,” he began. His hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”
Being your clumsy self, you managed to choke on air when you heard his question. When you had regained your composure, all that came from your mouth was a meek, “What?”
“Um, I know it’s a bit sudden, but I just wouldn’t feel comfortable sending you home alone in this weather.” His skin was burning hot, but everything he said was genuine. The idea of you slipping on ice and hurting yourself or getting sick all because of him was not something he could live with. “You can sleep on the bed,” he added quickly.
Your heart palpitated with such noise it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying. “What about you? Where will you sleep?”
“Oh, um, I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.” It’s not like he’d never done it before.
“I… I don’t have any clothes.” You smacked yourself mentally because your mouth continued to find excuses to leave when here is where your heart wanted you to stay.
“You can borrow some of mine.” If only someone could feel the tension in the room grow stronger, they might suffocate if either of you kept this up.
“Are you sure, Wonwoo?” You were hesitant, and given where the two of you stood, something like this might only put a strain on your relationship.
“I’m sure.” His voice was firm and there was no way you could argue with him now. He let you borrow a sweater and sweatpants, both which were way too big for you. Wonwoo honestly loved seeing you in his clothes, amused as he watched you fumble with the drawstrings of his pants.
You settled into his bed, tucking yourself under the covers that lingered with his scent. “Wonwoo,” you muttered as he was laying down blankets and sheets on the floor. His eyes met yours and there was a gentle warmth that emanated from his gaze. “Thank you.”
His lips pressed into a tight smile and he nodded, turning back to his sheets. In truth, his heart was racing at a million miles per hour, but he did his best to hide it from you.
“Wonwoo,” you said again. Wonwoo turned to you, eyebrows raised and loving the way his name sounded coming from your mouth. If it were at all possible, he would put your voice saying his name on an infinite loop and dance to it like it were music. “Do… do you want to sleep here?”
Panic pumped into his body like blood flowing through his veins. He shook his head. “It’s okay, I can sleep on the floor.”
“The bed is big enough for the both of us,” you rebutted. You weren’t sure where this confidence was coming from — perhaps it was the adrenaline? Whatever it was, you simply could not stand the tension anymore. “This isn’t the Titanic, Wonwoo. We can both fit.”
Wonwoo just stood there staring at you in disbelief. This was everything he had wanted for a while, but he never made a move because he was unsure of how you felt. Or maybe he knew, but more often than not, he was second guessing himself. “Really?”
You laughed, patting the spot next to you. “Yes, really.”
A smile threatened to reveal his pleasure, but he was quick enough to suppress it and move as nonchalantly as possible into the spot next to you. You sat up and watched him get comfy, pulling the blanket over his legs.
“What?” he asked. You didn’t realize you had been staring at him for a while, and dear lord, that was embarrassing.
“Nothing.” You turned away quickly. A pair of hands found your shoulders, pulling you back into the arms of the man you’d had feelings for. This was the physical embodiment of how Wonwoo made you feel — comfortable, safe, and warm. It didn’t hurt that his broad shoulders and buff arms were incredibly comfortable to lean on either.
“Hey,” he whispered into your hair. You turned to look up at him, admiring his straight nose and his luscious lips. His eyes traversed your eyes, nose, and lips. “Can I kiss you?”
And before you knew it, you were sharing your first kiss with the gentle giant, his arms pulling you closer than you’ve ever been. It was perfect, really, the whole set up. Kissing Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm, being held by Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm, falling in love with Jeon Wonwoo in the middle of a snow storm. Just perfect.
genre: enemies to ???!au, high school!au, angst, a sprinkle of fluff??? idk
warnings: a couple of swear words here and there, maybe a kith but nothing crazy
word count: 2.8k
a/n: i would do anything for platinumshua, he’s so special to me <3 anyways, hope you enjoy this one :’) i haven’t decided if i’m gonna write a pt.2 to this yet, so lmk if you want it!! edit: thank you for the likes, reblogs are so very much appreciated 🥺
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Joshua Hong was perfect. He was the captain of the swim team and the debate team, he played the guitar, and to top it all off, he was the class president. Not only that, he was also incredibly beautiful and all of the girls and guys at school adored him. It wasn’t just the students, but also the teachers who loved him, too. They said he was so ahead of his time. He was mature, smart, considerate, and just so kind.
He was perfect. In fact, he was too perfect, but you knew otherwise. Everyone always called him a gentleman, but you knew that was all a ruse. After all, you had spent the last seventeen years of your life living next door to him. Your parents were good friends and they desperately wanted the two of you to be friends, too. And actually, at some point, you were. He would come over every Saturday morning and the two of you would watch anime until your mom had to pry the two of you away from the TV and force you to play outside. He was always clumsy and had cried when he fell off his bike and scraped his knee on the asphalt. You were always jealous of the pool he had in his backyard, but it didn’t matter since you went over every day in the summer and swam to your hearts’ content.
It was like this all the way up until middle school. At some point, he had hit puberty and the clumsy, silly boy you knew in your childhood had changed both physically and emotionally. He joined the middle school swim team and always swam a league higher because he was that good. Because of this, he made friends with the upperclassmen, and to the girls your age, that made him ten times more desirable. Somewhere along the way, he became too polished, too prim and proper for you and left you in the dust while he quickly made new friends and had girls chasing after him constantly.
Though honestly, you didn’t mind. You had your own small group of friends, what did you need dumb Joshua Hong for? It was finally the weekend and both of your parents had left to go on a semi annual trip as they always did. Under their impression, you and Joshua were still very much friends, and neither of you bothered to correct them and break their precious thoughts of their kids being best friends. You had just gotten home and threw your backpack on the couch and headed upstairs to change into your PJ’s. It was barely 4 PM but you’d rather get comfy now before you got too lazy and end up falling asleep in jeans. For dinner, you popped a frozen chicken pot pie into the microwave and watched as it spun a couple times before getting bored and plopping down on the couch. The house was quiet and you enjoyed the peacefulness of being home alone. A couple hours later, you heard numerous car doors slamming and looked out the window to see a couple of Joshua’s swim team friends get out of their cars.
“Oh, great, it’s the aquatic meatheads,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. Returning to the couch, you resumed your movie that you had been watching. It was a Taiwanese movie called “Our Times,” about young high school love. You’ve seen this movie more times than you could count, but every time had you sobbing hysterically. Around 8 PM, you could hear more car doors slam and the music next door grow increasingly louder by the minute. Lin Truly had just learned what happened to Ouyang and Hsu Taiyu and your face was wet with tears. You tried your best to ignore it and even turned up the volume, but nothing could drown out the noise from next door. You hit pause and got up from the couch, throwing a light jacket over your loose shirt. It was time you gave Joshua a piece of your mind and tell him to turn the music down, but as you opened the door, a familiar face appeared right in front of you.
Without a word, Joshua barged into your house, shirtless and dripping with water. He had recently dyed his hair a bright platinum blonde and even you had to admit he really pulled it off.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked him.
“I need to hang out here for a bit,” he said, walking further into your living room and leaving a trail of pool water behind him.
“Get out.” You furrowed your eyebrows and pointed at the door.
“Please, my ex is at my house right now and I need to hide from her.”
“Why do you think I care?”
“Just help me out this one time. Wait… ” Joshua moved in to look at you closely. You stepped back, weirded out by his sudden gesture. “Were you… crying?”
Wiping the tears from your face, you huffed. “I was watching a movie, but you and your goonies are being too loud. You’re going to get the cops called on you.”
“It was just supposed to be the swim team,” he added.
“Doesn’t sound like just the swim team, Joshua.”
Hearing his name come from your mouth was a weird feeling. Truth be told, it had been a long time since the two of you have talked. It wasn’t until then that he wished he had heard it sooner. Suddenly, he found himself missing you.
“I know, I know. Mingyu, being the dumbass that he is, told a ‘couple’ people and then word spread so fast. I didn’t know how to say no.”
“You can just… say no?”
Joshua sighed. “It’s not that easy. I’m the class president.”
You waved him off and returned to the couch. “And I’m trying to watch a movie and not get in trouble with our parents when the cops get called and they find out you were having a party.”
It was Joshua’s turn to say your name now. “Please, just let me stay here for a bit until my ex leaves. I’ll tell Seungcheol to wrap it up and get everyone to leave. He always knows what to do.”
“Why didn’t you just do that in the first place?” you quipped.
“I guess I didn’t think of it because I was too busy trying to hide from her.” He was now standing in front of you, blocking the view of the TV. “Please let me hang out here until she leaves.”
“No, get out.” You tried to move to look at the TV but he moved with you, ensuring your view was blocked no matter what you tried to do. Finally, you gave up and sighed. “Fine, but only for thirty minutes max. If you’re not gone by then, I’m kicking you out.”
“Okay, deal.”
“And don’t sit on my couch while you’re still sopping wet.”
“Can I borrow a towel?” he asked, smiling shyly at you.
After he had dried off, you gave him one of your dad’s t-shirts and shorts to wear. He sat on the other side of the couch, trying to figure out what was happening. “So, what’s Hsu Taiyu’s deal? He kind of seems like an asshole?”
You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You have to watch the whole movie to understand,” you explained.
“Or you could just explain it to me right now.”
“Or I could walk over to your house and tell your ex that you’re here.”
Joshua scoffed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh yeah?” You stood up and tried to make a beeline for the door, but he was quick to grab your hand.
“Wait! Fine, I won’t ask.”
You smirked at him as if to say, Yeah, that’s what I thought, and sat back down. You had been so entrenched in the movie that you had forgotten about the thirty minute time limit you put on Joshua. It was near the end when you looked over to find Joshua passed out, his head resting on the arm rest. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his face so serene and peaceful. It was almost as if you missed him and the friends that you used to be. You shook your head trying to remove any thoughts of being friends with this two-faced prick, and you tried to nudge him awake. He wouldn’t move so you shook his shoulders even more. He groaned and barely opened his eyes.
“Joshua, you need to go.” As if on cue, his phone dinged and you saw a message from Seungcheol.
Seungcheol: hey man everyone’s gone
Seungcheol: i’m going home see you tomorrow
“Seungcheol sent everyone home. You’ve gotta go.”
“Okay,” he mumbled. You went to grab your phone that was charging on the kitchen counter, and when you returned, he had fallen back asleep, his whole body taking up the couch.
“Joshua, come on. You can’t stay here.” You nudged him again, but he turned his body so he was facing the couch. Taking a deep breath, you figured you would just try again in a bit. You took a blanket from the hallway closet and draped it over his body and went upstairs to read a bit before bed. Before you knew it, you were asleep, too.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining brightly through your curtains. It felt like a typical Saturday morning as you lay in bed scrolling through your phone. Suddenly, you jolted up and remembered that Joshua Hong was downstairs sleeping on your couch the night before. You walked downstairs quietly expecting to see the blonde boy still fast asleep, but instead, the blanket you had given him was neatly folded and there was no sign of him anywhere. You sighed a breath of relief, though you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
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Days had passed since Joshua had shown up at your house, and neither of you mentioned it to the other. In fact, you both had acted as if it never happened. However, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what your lives would be like had you stayed friends throughout middle school. You were mindlessly cutting through your steak when your mom tried to get your attention.
“Sweetie?” she asked. You looked up at her with wide eyes. “Is everything okay? You’ve already cut a piece of your steak off.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”
“Everything going okay at school?” she prodded further.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Your mom and I were thinking,” your dad said. “We should have a nice dinner with the Hongs this Friday.”
You looked up from your plate. “What?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while since all of us have sat down and spent time together. I know you and Josh are busy with school, but they said he was free this weekend.”
“You’re not doing anything, right?” your mom asked.
“Um, no I don’t think so.”
Your dad clapped his hands together. “Great! I’ll let them know and we can have a nice barbecue together.”
“Great,” you said with a fake smile. There went all your plans to avoid Joshua and all thoughts related to him.
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Friday came and you braced yourself for what would happen. Best case scenario was that he would come over and eat and then politely ask to leave to go do some group project or something. Or maybe you would do that, since Joshua was all about maintaining this picture perfect image. It didn’t matter, one way or another, you would find a way out. You came home after school and showered quickly while your parents prepared the hamburgers for dinner. Joshua’s parents had offered to make their infamous potato wedges, and your parents couldn’t decline a beautiful offer, so they decided hamburgers were the best choice. After your shower, you threw on a fitted baby blue top and high waisted denim shorts. It was still warm out and you were thankful you could get a few more wears out of your shorts. You went downstairs to help your parents prepare everything, grabbing some drinks, plates and cups from the garage.
“Need some help?” Joshua’s raspy voice surprised you, causing you to almost drop everything. He laughed and grabbed the drinks from you, freeing your hands to better hold the cups and plates.
“Thanks,” you mumbled as the two of you made your way to your backyard where your parents were all sitting and talking.
“Hey, look who it is!” your dad exclaimed. Joshua put the drinks on the table outside and gave your dad a firm handshake. You watched them converse happily, but you couldn’t think that this was the last that either of you wanted to be doing right now.
The dinner wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be and actually, the conversation between you and Joshua flowed smoothly. It was almost as if you had been friends this whole time. Almost. At some point, your parents asked what you guys did last weekend while they were gone, expecting you two to have hung out with each other. And they weren’t completely wrong, but you weren’t quite sure what to say.
“Oh, we watched a movie,” Joshua said coolly.
“What movie did you watch?” his mom asked.
“It’s called ‘Our Times,’” you replied.
Your mom had a look of realization. “That’s a wonderful movie, but you watch it all the time!” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You’d never thought it was a problem before, so why now?
“Really?” Joshua was looking at you now.
“Yeah, we’ll come home from date nights and she’ll be sobbing on the couch,” your dad added.
“Dad, please stop.” You had to get away. Pulling out your phone, you pretended that your friend needed help with homework and tried to excuse yourself.
“You’re leaving already?” Joshua’s dad asked.
“Honey, it’s been a while since we’ve all spent time together,” your mom chided. “Can you help your friend tomorrow?” At this point, everyone’s eyes were on you, and you didn’t want to be the one to kill the mood.
“Okay, I’ll let her know. Let me just go call her real quick,” you said. You went inside and upstairs to your bedroom. If anything you just needed a moment to yourself.
Apparently you had been alone for a bit too long and your mom sent Joshua to come check on you. He knocked on the door and you jumped, turning to see his tall figure in the doorway.
“Sorry, I’ll come down now,” you mumbled quietly, staring at your phone.
“No, it’s fine. Your mom actually said maybe I should come up here and hang out with you.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“I don’t have much of an option. I can’t really go home, can I?”
“I mean, you live next door.”
“But our parents would find it suspicious and ask questions.”
You nodded. He had a point, so you let him come in. Your room was mostly dark, so you turned on the string lights. Joshua sat on the other side of your bed, staring at all of the posters and artwork you had hanging on your walls. He was fascinated by it all, and except for a few changes here and there, your room was mostly the same from what he remembered.
“Remember when I helped you paint your room blue?” he asked.
“And then you got jealous and tried to steal the buckets of paint so you could paint your room blue, too?” You smiled at the memory.
“My parents were not happy, but I got what I wanted in the end,” he shrugged with a grin on his face.
“Like you always do,” you mumbled quietly.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you added quickly. Joshua fell back on your bed and looked at you. His eyes sparkled in the dim light and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth in your heart. Maybe you did miss him. But no, he was too good for you, too cool, and you would never be on his level.
“Go to homecoming with me,” he said.
You took a minute to process his words and scoffed. “That’s funny.”
“I mean it.”
“Why would I go with you?”
Joshua sat up and scooted closer to you. “Why not?”
You took a deep breath. “Because, Joshua Hong, I have no reason to. We’re not friends.”
There it was again, his name coming from your lips. “But we used to be,” he said.
“Yeah, keywords: ‘used to be.’”
“I missed you.” You raised your eyebrows in shock at his words. “I really, fucking, missed you.”
He leaned in, closing the distance between your faces, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were suddenly kissing your childhood friend and next door neighbor of seventeen years.
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Your eyes shot wide open and you sat up straight in your bed. It was a dream, you realized with disappointment. You touched your lips, marveling at how real it all felt. When you looked at your clock, it was 7:55 AM, Friday. You had to get ready for school and eventually, for dinner tonight, too.
heyy, for the milestone game i got stars + enemies to lovers + body swap...wooo sounds a little tricky i hope you’re able to write one for this!
ahhhh this one was SO fun to write i literally just cranked it out just now?? definitely was nervous when i saw the combo, but then it hit me right before i needed to go to bed (it’s almost 3am rn LOL) you didn’t pick a member so i hope you’re okay w my pick ^^ anon i hope you enjoy this!
p.s. i haven't rly proofread this yet, but since it's late i'll do it tmrw after i get off work oops
this is part of my milestone prompt game!
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glow-in-the-dark
pairing: jeonhan x reader
genre: angst, romance
word count: 838
warnings: swearing, name-calling
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There were few things you despised in this world, but Yoon Jeonghan had to be at the top of that list. Arrogant, manipulative, a smooth-talking charmer, and above all else, he was stupidly attractive. One sweep through his hair with his hands was enough to drive everyone insane. Everyone, including the teachers, loved him. Not you, though. You were immune to his charm. You had to be in order to fend him off and stay at the top of your game. It was tough competing with him for the top spot in the school, the two of you constantly going back and forth between #1 and #2. You would do anything in your power to destroy him.
And if there was anything you hated more than Yoon Jeonghan, it was being stuck in his body. A fucking nightmare if you’ve ever experienced one. And to make matters worse, he was stuck in your body doing lord knows what. Life could be cruel, but you had no idea it could be this cruel to throw you into the body of the man you absolutely could not stand. Besides, how the fuck did this even happen? Body swaps only ever occurred in movies, and last you checked? This was real life, not some Freaky Friday spin-off.
It had only been a week since the freak accident that caused all of this, but you yearned for the days you could be back in your body. For the most part, neither your friends nor family suspected a thing, and if they did, they didn’t say anything. Every night, the two of you would consult with each other about how to be one another — how to address each other’s families, typical mannerisms, clothing picks for the next day. It was methodical the way you two navigated this chaos, but that was expected of the top two students at your school. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, that much was true. But the more time you spent in his shoes (quite literally), the more you realized that perhaps there was a lot more to him than met your eye.
You stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered on his ceiling. What is he, five years old? you laughed to yourself. A violent buzzing directed your attention to your phone on the table.
“What do you want?” you answered the call.
“I’m outside my house,” Jeonghan whispered.
“Your house or my house?” At this point you were just saying things to annoy him.
“My house, idiot. Come outside.”
“What about your parents?”
“They’re probably asleep. Besides, they’ve never cared what I did.” Hearing him say that (with your voice) pulled a heartstring. No, you shook your head. Now was not the time for you to be pitying Yoon Jeonghan of all people. You slipped your feet into his slippers and trudged downstairs, carefully opening and closing the door behind you so as to not make a sound.
“What are you doing here?” You raised your eyebrow at him.
“I found a solution.”
“For what?”
“I don’t understand how you can be the top student if you’re this fucking dense,” he muttered.
“Oh, so you admit that I’m #1?” A smirk crept across your face.
“I never said that. Anyways,” he continued. “We can go back to our bodies.”
A tension you didn’t realize you were holding in your shoulders released. “Finally,” you sighed in relief.
“But— ”
“God, there’s always a 'but.'”
“Would you let me finish?”
Never in a million years, you thought, but you nodded, indicating for him to continue on.
“We have to kiss each other.”
You could have sworn your eyes were going to pop out of your head. “Absolutely not.”
“Hey, look, if you don’t want to do it, I don’t want to do it even more.”
“Why is everything always a competition for you, Yoon Jeonghan?”
“Who’s fault do you think it is?” The neighborhood dogs started barking as a result of your very loud bickering and you both knew that was a sign for you to quiet down. “Anyways, I would never kiss you of my own free will.”
Ouch. Even if you despised the boy in front of you, it was never a nice feeling to hear that you were unwanted. “Whatever, I’m not kissing someone who still has glow-in-the-dark stars in his room,” you bit back.
“We have to unless you want to stay in my body forever.” And there was the selling point. That was the last thing you wanted was to be stuck like this. Forever. “Also, those stars help me sleep at night.”
At this point, you were bursting at the seams with laughter, riling the dogs up once more.
“Would you just shut up already?” Jeonghan’s hands found your face and pulled you in close. It was annoying how soft his lips were, how they had you craving his touch more and more and more. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, but you know what they say: the line between hate and love is thin.
word count: 2.4k (these are no longer drabbles LMFAO)
warnings: none
a/n: lowkey am sorry for making wonwoo a bookworm bc i know that's so common, but i tried to add a bit more to it? idk, regardless, i hope you enjoy this and plz leave feedback if you'd like! always appreciated, thanks for reading <3
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“I feel like I’m going to tell [them] directly and honestly”
Wonwoo kind of hated you. Not you, but just how oblivious you could be sometimes, if not most of the time. It had been over a year since the two of you met in your advanced literature seminar and you were drawn to the way Wonwoo described the world around him. He could make even the most mundane of things into a beautiful string of words that flowed effortlessly one after the other. He had a special charm for making people fall in love with the little things in life, and it was especially hard for people not to fall in love with him.
But this wasn’t about him, this was about you and how you made him feel. You had approached him by the school garden after class one day asking if he had free time and wanted to talk about one of your assignments. He was already feeling pretty shy from the slew of compliments you gave him during the critique in class earlier, but he gladly accepted your invitation. Neither of you expected to spend the rest of your afternoon into the early evening talking about your favorite books and poets. By the time both of you had to head back to your dorms, you had exchanged numbers and it was him who suggested you “do this more often.” It would be a lie to say that he didn’t give you butterflies, but given everything you had heard about him not having dated anyone despite his popularity, you figured he just wasn’t interested in pursuing relationships.
And it was true, he wasn’t interested in anyone. At least not until he met you. Throughout your friendship, however, he found it incredibly easy to talk to you and open up about things he hadn’t even told his friends prior to you. You spent your days in bookstores reading and trying to find the best and worst stories. It was nice that you could just exist together in the same space, but somehow that filled a void in his heart he never knew existed, and you could easily say the same. At some point, he decided to start dropping hints. The works he recommended you were all about falling in love, talking about the sweet yet mortifying feeling of holding those feelings, yet you just thought he was a hopeless romantic. It was strongly engraved in your brain that Wonwoo simply wasn’t interested in dating and you had pushed any thoughts like that to the back of your mind for a long time.
But every once in a while, you wondered what it would be like if the two of you could be something more. Would you even be compatible? Did he even like you that way? You would shake those thoughts away as soon as they came to you, but recently, those thoughts became harder to fight off the more you spent time with him.
In the days leading up to your birthday, Wonwoo told you he had a surprise planned. This made you nervous because if you were being honest, as close as you two were, sometimes it was hard to read him. He wasn’t nearly open as the books you two often read. It could either go horribly or really well knowing him, but you didn’t have much of a say in the matter. “Just trust me,” he told you when you tried to pry for details. You took a sip of your iced mango green tea as he continued to read his book, a smirk forming on his lips. It made you hate how mischievous he could be sometimes, but there was nothing you could do to really change that, and maybe you liked it. Maybe you loved it. Maybe you loved him.
Your birthday fortunately fell on a Saturday, and being blessed to be a late spring baby, it was warm out. So far, the odds fell in your favor, but that didn’t do much to quell the nervousness building in your stomach. The night before, Wonwoo told you that you’d be going on a scavenger hunt and that was it. He also told you to dress kind of nice, but not too nice. Your phone dinged as you got ready to leave. Are you ready for your first hint? the text read. You replied yes, and he sent you a picture of camellias. You instantly knew where this was and you headed out from your dorm.
When you arrived at the school garden, you took a selfie to show him that you had arrived. When he saw your picture on his phone, his heart skipped a beat and he suddenly grew nervous as he waited for you to find him. Your next hint goes like this: A necessity to some, a treasure to many, I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer mild, some like me bold. What am I?
It took you a minute before you figured out that he was referring to coffee, and if it was about coffee, then the next place he wanted you to go was to the cafe you two frequented. You took a selfie again, but this time, he told you to go inside and talk to Seokmin, the barista turned friend after he saw you two almost every day.
When you walked in, he greeted you with his signature grin. “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you!” you replied with a warm smile. You weren’t sure what Wonwoo wanted you to say to Seokmin, but you figured you might as well order “Can I get—”
“An iced mango green tea and an iced americano?” Seokmin grinned even wider. Despite that being what you and Wonwoo usually ordered, it still surprised you. “I got you covered,” he added, making sure to wink at you, too. He pulled the two drinks from behind the counter and pushed in your direction.
“Thanks, Seokmin,” you said, taking the drinks. You moved to pull out your wallet, but he reached over the counter and touched your arm gently.
“I told you, I got you covered,” he laughed.
“Are you sure?”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you Wonwoo actually already ordered and paid?” You felt your cheeks warm up, hoping he wouldn’t notice you blush at the mention of Wonwoo’s name. “Happy birthday again! Have fun on the rest of the scavenger hunt!”
You thanked him one more time and left. While you were talking to Seokmin, Wonwoo had already texted you your third hint. You set the drinks down on the table outside and read his message: What building on campus has the most stories? Your initial thought was the business building, so you made your way there. When you sent Wonwoo your selfie, he responded with a short and swift, nope. You sent him another selfie where you frowned and threatened to dump his drink in the planter next to you. He let out a low chuckle and told you to think about it some more.
“The most stories… most stories…” you mumbled to yourself. It then dawned on you that Wonwoo would never be so obvious as to ask you to find the building with the most floors, but the most stories. As in books. Because that was your common link. You almost sprinted at the rate you were going towards the library. When you arrived, you sent him yet another selfie and all he sent you was “😁👍.” He was probably inside at one of the tables, or so you thought. Except for a couple of students, the library was relatively empty and Wonwoo was nowhere to be seen. You wandered the aisles, hoping maybe he would have his head buried in a book as per usual. As you peeked in each aisle, he wasn’t there. “Wonwoo,” you whispered. No response. So, you texted him, where r u???
He responded, Fiction,G-I, so you headed to the fiction section where the G-I authors were. Your phone pinged with another message from him. PZ7 B934 Se 1962, the text read. You knew that was the number of a book, so you began to peruse the numerous spines to find the book he gave you. Finally, your finger landed on the exact one and you read the title, The Secret Garden. You quietly laughed to yourself at how clever he was. You put the book back, and in your excitement, you forgot to text him. Because of this, he thought it was taking you a while to find the book and he wondered if you couldn’t find it, or maybe someone had coincidentally checked the book out before you came. But that couldn’t be it, because he made sure to check it was there before you started your hunt.
“Found you!” you said, startling him. You laughed at how cute he was when he was caught off guard. He was wearing a simple beige button-down tee with khakis, and though the outfit was simple, you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked. The shirt fit his broad shoulders perfectly and wrapped around his now buff arms. He had been working out a lot recently, and it definitely showed.
“I was beginning to think something went wrong,” he laughed back, pushing his wireframes up his nose.
“What’s all this?” you asked, pointing to the table in the middle of the library garden. It was nicknamed the “Secret Garden” because it was tucked away just behind the library and students seldom found it. However, you and Wonwoo happened to stumble upon it one day when you couldn’t find a place to study in the library. Since then, you would come out here to study or read when the weather permitted. Because it was spring, the fruit trees were just beginning to blossom which were beautiful to look at, but your allergies hated it. You sneezed and a concerned look overcame Wonwoo’s face, but he chucked when you muttered, “Damn allergies.”
“Happy birthday,” he said, his face lighting up as he motioned to the table behind him. He grabbed his drink from you and led you to sit down. On the table were a couple of scones, muffins and sandwiches. “I wasn’t really sure what you liked, so I guessed.”
Whatever feelings you had tried to suppress before had risen to the surface of your heart. After all, how could you not maybe feel a little something after your friend went through all of this just for you?
The two of you began eating, but the longer he waited, the longer Wonwoo grew anxious. “So,” he began. You were in the middle of biting into a blueberry scone when you looked up at him. “Did you get the hints?”
“Well, duh,” you replied with your mouth full. He couldn’t help but laugh and be thankful at how comfortable you could be around him. “I made it here, didn’t I?”
“But you didn’t get my hints, did you?” he pressed further.
“I clearly did, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” You were beginning to feel a little annoyed, thinking he was questioning your intelligence.
“No, not those hints.”
Now you were confused and your expression showed that. “What do you mean?”
Wonwoo took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, rocking back and forth as he wiped his clammy palms on his pant legs. “I figured as much,” he mumbled. “I guess I have to be more direct.”
“Direct? Direct about what?” It took a moment, but those suppressed feelings you had were at a raging boil now, and a million thoughts ran through your head. There was no way this was happening. Right?
“I have feelings for you,” he said calmly. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while, actually.” His sudden confession left you speechless as you nearly choked on your scone.
“Wonwoo…what—”
“Wait, let me finish before you say anything. I want to make sure I say everything I want to say before I forget.” You nodded, but your head began to spin as you tried to process his words. “Those hints I gave you today, they’re more than just hints. Each of those places were places where I fell for you. The school garden was where you first approached me and asked me to hang out.” It was then that you realized just how thoughtful and observant he was, and though he didn’t ever say much, Wonwoo was a man of many words. “Then there was the cafe where you and I would hang out almost everyday. It was there that I realized just how easy it was to talk to you and how much I enjoyed your company.”
The more he went on, the more you felt your chest tighten. You realized that you had forgotten to breathe at times, and so you tried to conspicuously maintain your breathing before you passed out.
He continued, “And finally, the Secret Garden. There wasn’t anything specific that you did here, but there was a day when we were just reading and I realized that I might be in love with you.” He paused, looking to you for some kind of reaction, but all your face showed was shock. He recalled that day when he glanced up from his book and you were nose deep in your own book. The sunlight hit you perfectly, outlining the edge of your face and engraving that image forever in his brain. “I know that this is probably a lot, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I had to be honest to you and to myself.”
Silence fell upon you. All that could be heard was the rustling of the wind through the trees and chirping birds. You two sat there as you tried to formulate the words to tell him how you felt. As time went on, Wonwoo worried that maybe he had just ruined a perfectly fine friendship, and that there was no way he could walk this back. But like he had told you, he had to be honest. The longer he kept it in, the worse he felt.
“Look,” he interrupted the silence. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to feel the same way or even have an answer for me right now. I just needed to get this off my—”
You stood up and leaned over the table, grabbing him by the collar. You pulled him in close before landing your lips on his. Pulling away, you leaned your forehead and grinned widely. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
word count: 1.9k (these are no longer drabbles LMFAO)
warnings: none
a/n: sry it's taken me a while to post this one! there's not much more to say other than i hope you enjoy it! oh also the lyrics in the fic are feelin’ by ailee, the lyrics were written by woozi tho so ;)
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“Get to know [them] slowly and want to say it naturally”
“I’m here,” the words on your phone read. For as long as you’ve known him — 18 years to be exact — Jihoon was never one to say much. The two of you grew up a few houses down from each other and both being only children, you found companionship in each other almost immediately. It was a huge relief to your single mother knowing she could leave you at Jihoon’s house to play while she went to work. You were basically joined at the hip, an inseparable pair to the point that when it came time to go home, you more often than not cried. Jihoon would make fun of you, but his mom would scold him and he’d apologize. In truth, he was sad, too.
Years passed by, and your bond with him only grew stronger. From attending the same middle school and high school, there came a turning point in your relationship. In your last year of high school, Jihoon had noticed you were late, and being the cold boy he could be, he would sometimes leave without you. When you didn’t arrive at school however, he became worried. You were at home, bedridden with a fever. He stopped by after school, and when no one answered the door, he entered the code to your house. The door to your room was barely cracked and he peeked in, whispering your name. He laughed a bit when he heard the snores coming from under your blanket. Your mom apologized profusely when he called because she couldn’t be home until later and asked him to take care of you. She instructed him to heat up the rice porridge in the fridge and help himself to some if he was hungry. Jihoon loved your mom’s rice porridge and took her up on that offer. He let you sleep for a bit more as he did his homework at the kitchen table.
“Jihoon?” Your voice was hoarse as you rubbed your eyes. “What are you doing here? Where’s my mom?”
“She’s working late again,” he replied, not looking up from his homework. “Sit down and eat.” You weren’t sure what it was, but in that moment, your heart stopped beating momentarily. For all your life, you’d never really seen Jihoon in that way, but something in your brain switched.
Now, Jihoon was waiting outside your apartment so that the two of you could go to class together. You opened the door to find him leaning against the wall and scrolling on his phone.
“Why do you take so long?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the screen.
You knocked him on the arm, handing him a bag. “I was making lunch, idiot.”
He took the bag from you and smiled which you took as his way of saying thanks. When you arrived at class, you both sat down in your usual spots. As you were taking out your notebooks, someone called your name. You had recently joined the photography and videography club at the request of your and Jihoon’s friend, Wonwoo. Though you initially weren’t too interested, Wonwoo suggested it would be good to meet new people in your final year of university. You had agreed, realizing you hadn’t made many new friends and spent the majority of your time with Jihoon. In all honesty, you had hoped that maybe, just maybe, spending less time with him would help you move on from the pesky feelings you’d been harboring for him since high school.
Three of the younger members approached you with wide smiles. “You’re still coming to our gallery show tonight, right?” one of them asked. They looked on at you curiously, awaiting your answer. Your mouth opened as you realized you had completely forgotten that was today.
Jihoon looked over at you, remembering that you had also promised to help him with a new song he was working on weeks ago. He wouldn’t tell you this, but he was looking forward to this session as it had been a while since the two of you actually spent some time together. “I…” you hesitated to answer the younger students.
“They're busy,” Jihoon interrupted. He continued to scribble something in his notebook, paying no attention to the way disappointment washed over their faces.
You mouthed them a quick ‘sorry’ as they walked away. You turned to Jihoon, annoyed that he was so blunt to the underclassmen, but he didn’t care. He just kept his head down, and when he felt your stares, he looked up at you. “What?” he asked innocently.
After class, the air between you and Jihoon was… tense, to say the least. He opened the door to his studio and you took in the dimly lit room, noting how different it was since you’d last been here. The lights were purple and he had added a couch in the back of the room. He tossed his backpack on said couch and immediately took a seat in the chair in front of his monitors. You weren’t sure what to do, so you hesitantly took a spot by his backpack, placing yours on the ground by your feet.
“Hey,” he said, turning around in his chair. “Come listen to this.”
His hands reached for another chair off to the side of him and pulled it close. You sat down in the chair, watching him gracefully move his hands on the soundboard. When he was finished, he took an extra pair of headphones and placed them on your head. You weren’t expecting them to be as heavy as you were, and you could have sworn you broke your neck at the unexpected weight. Jihoon just laughed as he watched you struggle, adjusting the headset a bit so they covered your ears perfectly. The feelings you had tried to suppress for the last four or so years of your life resurfaced without fail as the two of you sat face to face. Jihoon cleared his throat and quickly moved back, clicking some things on the computer. Soon, a melodious beat filled your ears and you closed your eyes, imagining the type of words you would want to hear.
“Pause, Jihoon,” you told him. He obliged, watching as you got up to grab a pen and your notebook. You sat back down and told him to play the song again, closing your eyes as if that would help you think better, but the words weren’t coming to you so easily. “Play it again,” you told him. It was like this for a couple hours: you would tell Jihoon to play the beat and pause to think, but of course, when you needed the words the most, they never came.
“Let’s take a break,” he insisted. You nodded and went to grab drinks from the vending machine right outside his room. You bumped into a friend of yours, Juho, and the two of you caught up a bit before he ran back into his studio which was at the end of the hallway.
“Say hi to Jihoon for me!” he yelled. Nodding, you went back in and found Jihoon on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through his phone as per usual. He had wondered what was taking you so long, and you explained that you saw Juho who sent his greetings. You threw him his bottle of Coke and plopped on the couch next to him.
“What are you looking at?” you asked.
“Just watching videos on YouTube,” he replied. Though all you were doing was sitting there together, it was nice to just be there with him. If it came down to it, you wouldn’t mind sitting around for hours if it meant just existing and breathing the same air as your childhood best friend.
Just then, the lyrics you struggled too hard for earlier came to you like a spring breeze. Words came flooding into your mind as you wrote your feelings about being confused and in love with someone—with Jihoon.
“On this quiet street I’m on alone
I see a silhouette approaching from far away
Oh, it’s you
Your familiar walk
Why does it seem so fast?
What do I do
You’re making me dizzy
I can’t even stand straight
What am I feeling?”
You ran over to the chair you were sitting in earlier, quickly scribbling the words onto your notebook and reading it over once more. Jihoon watched on with curiosity as you smiled contentedly with yourself. You had been so engrossed and mesmerized in the song and writing lyrics that you forgot that you were supposed to be doing this for Jihoon.
“Are you done?” he asked, walking over to you and plopping down onto his chair. Your eyes shot up at him in panic as he tried to grab the notebook from you. You shifted in your seat, turning away from him. “What do you have?”
“Hey, wait—” you tried to say, but he reached around the back of your chair and snatched your book. He read over it, eyes scanning up and down your words. You wiped your sweaty palms up and down your legs as you watched him anxiously.
“So,” Jihoon said, looking at you now. His piercing stare was enough to put pins and needles throughout your entire body as you felt yourself heat up.
“So?” you asked.
“What are you feeling?”
“What?”
“What are you feeling?” he asked again.
“What… what do you mean?”
“I said,” he said, more determined this time. “What are you feeling?”
“I… I… uh… I don’t know… ” you mumbled. You weren’t sure your body could feel any warmer than it already was, but the temperature within you continued to rise. He pulled your chair closer to him so your knees were touching.
“Do you… like me?” Jihoon asked. His voice was low and he was staring into your eyes now.
“I—Hic!” Your sudden hiccup surprised you. Jihoon laughed as he moved in closer to you.
“You like me, don’t you?” Your eyes moved back and forth between his, and your face was on fire, not out of embarrassment, but because now you were annoyed at how easily he could joke about this.
“Forget it,” you pouted, turning away from him. You tried to get up, but he pulled the armrest, and you yelped as you fell back down into the chair.
“Wait,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “I need to tell you something.”
“What could you possibly have to say to me, Jihoon? That you enjoy playing around with people’s feelings? I ditched my members’ gallery show to do what? Write lyrics for you that you just make fun of? Am I a joke to you—”
“Just,” he sighed. “Just hear me out.” His eyes were serious as he looked at you. You nodded, indicating for him to continue. “I’ll tell you how I’m feeling, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered, suddenly shy as your heart raced at a hundred miles per hour.
“I like you.” He turned his attention back to his monitors. The words came from his mouth so naturally that it was hard to believe that he was equally as nervous as you. “We’ve been friends for so long and I’ve had a lot of great things happen to me.” He turned back to you. “But you… you’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”
Jihoon didn’t say this out loud, but you had had a hold on his heart from the day you first met. He could still remember when you had cheerily introduced yourself and told him to be friends with you. He laughed at the memory and how direct you were at the time. It was cute thinking about that memory compared to how flustered you were now.
“So, I’ll ask you one last time,” Jihoon said, leaning towards you once more. “What are you feeling?”
genre: fluff and more cheesy pick up lines :’) (idk why cheesy pick up lines and seungcheol tend to be a thing for me, but whatevs i’m not mad)
word count: 1k
warnings: i don’t think there are any
a/n: ahhh this is the first story in a ‘series’ that i’m starting and i hope y’all like it! i thought it would be cute to write out confession scenarios (for all the confessions i’ve never received T-T), and seungcheol is here to kick it off! i probably won’t go in order of members, and there’s no upload schedule currently since i’m still in school, but i’ll try to post them as i write and hopefully i’ll have a more regular schedule once it’s summer!
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seungcheol’s style of confessing: “Get to know [them] slowly and want to say it naturally”
Seungcheol, despite being so charming and charismatic to those around him, was incredibly shy. Especially when it came to you. It was cliché the way you two had met — he was picking up coffee for himself and his friend Seungkwan when you had taken his order. He couldn’t explain it then, but he was immediately drawn to you and your honey-like voice in the early morning. There was something reassuring about the way your voice glided in one ear and out the other and asked, “What can I get for you this morning?”
This was the first time he had been to your café and though it was intended to just be a one time stop, he had decided to return the following morning to see if you were working, which you were. You had worked your butt off to save up enough money to finally open your own café. It was small and quaint, just the way you liked it. The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries made your life feel a million times more romantic despite lacking actual romance in the relationship department. But it didn’t matter because this had been a lifelong dream of yours. Though you had plenty of bills and loans to payoff, you were happy to finally have a place to call your own. It had only been a few months since you started your business, but you already had established customers. They were mostly older folks who came in, but they were incredibly sweet and supportive of you and your café. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t secretly wish that Seungcheol would become a regular, too.
“What can I get for you today?” There it was, your honey voice. Your interactions were short, but it never ceased to make his heart race a little faster despite having not had any caffeine at that point. After that second day, you didn’t see him again. The bell would ding with every customer that came in and out, and each time you had hoped that he would walk through those doors and give you the same friendly, warm smile he had those days prior.
A week passed and you had given up any hope of ever seeing Seungcheol again. That is until he walked through the doors as if he didn’t disappear on you for a week. But you didn’t know him, you didn’t know his life, and he didn’t owe you anything. You internally slapped yourself for being so selfish, but you couldn’t help it.
“Good morning,” you said.
He smiled at you and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered too fast at his wide grin. “Morning,” he replied. “Can I get two iced Americanos?” You nodded and took his credit card from him. He waited patiently as you checked him out (not physically, though you wanted to admittedly). “So, how long have you been working here?”
You almost dropped the espresso cup when you heard his deep, baritone voice in the empty café. “Only a couple months,” you responded.
“Oh, so you’re pretty new?”
“I… guess you could say that?” Seungcheol quirked an eyebrow at you and you realized you would probably have to explain it further. “I’m the owner.”
His cherry red lips formed an ‘o’ and he raised his eyebrows. He was slightly embarrassed, but he was reassured by your kind smile as you continued to make his drinks.
“Here are your drinks,” you hesitated a bit, hoping to get his name.
“Seungcheol,” he said with a wide smile on his face as he backed up towards the door. “See ya ‘round.” He turned around as soon as he could to hide the blush that had washed his cheeks.
“See ya,” you smiled back and waved.
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Seungcheol came everyday after that and the two of you slowly became friends. At first, he would ask you questions to break the tension a bit, and as you became more comfortable with one another, you also developed your own inside jokes. Two months passed and he was a regular now. Sometimes he would order his coffee and sit at the small table in the back corner while you worked.
When Seungcheol first met you, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was enamored by you. You were the reason he woke up in the morning and more than the coffee he ordered everyday, you were what kept him going and energized throughout the day.
When he walked into the café, something felt different, though it wasn’t something that you would have noticed. “Two Americanos?” you asked. Honestly, you didn’t have to ask because that was what he ordered every morning, but it had become routine.
“Actually, I’m trying to drink less coffee these days,” he said shyly. For some reason, he felt embarrassed coming to your café and not buying coffee, but you looked at him with reassurance.
“Do you want to try an iced matcha latte?” you asked him.
“Sure, that sounds great,” he said with his signature smile. He gave you his credit card and you took it, swiping it through. “Do you have plans tonight?”
“Mm, not really,” you replied, handing him his receipt. “I’ll probably order takeout for dinner and watch a movie.”
“What if I take you out to dinner and we go see a movie?”
You were shocked but also impressed by how smoothly the words came out of his mouth and you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. His cheeks heated up because he thought you were laughing at him, but you were quick to put an end to all of those thoughts. “I’d love to,” you told him with a gentle smile.
“Really?”
“Dinner and a movie with a cute guy sure beats takeout and Netflix by myself,” you laughed.
“You think I’m cute?” Seungcheol asked, his eyes lighting up.
