⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳ contents & warnings ⨾ fluff, crack, profanity, spelling mistakes cs im illiterate no use of y/n. pics r for aesthetic purposes and nationality/ethinicity is not mentioned in any way
⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳gigi’s notes ⨾ part 2 w my boy sean!!!my tumblr has glitched and won’t let me make any new posts so i’ll have to work w what i have in my drafts until it delags. i forgot to censor the faces of the girls used mb!
❤︎ KITSCH he can’t help falling for you, even if it feels rushed.
‘09 ゛friends to lovers, classmates to lovers, highschool au, teen romance, fluff, hugs, kisses, skinship, heartfelt confessions… ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ CATALOGUE! 812 物語
EOM SEONGHYEON WAS THE QUIETEST BOY YOU KNEW. you couldn’t really tell if you were too loud or if he was just super quiet. you didn’t care much about it. all he remembered was you sitting down next to him on the first day of school in homeroom, with a pretty smile and a floral scent, deciding that you were his friend. no negotiations, no words needed. simply just that smile and your seat next to his.
seonghyeon fell for you rather quickly—in his book he thought so, your presence one that captivated him. you walked to classes together everyday without fail, you walked home together, walked to school together. you ate together, studied at the library together. every second spent with you felt like a dream. it wasn’t anything special: spending time with your friend doing things friends always do.
but to seonghyeon it was so much more.
it wasn’t immediate—but not long, his feelings for you. they grew silently with this vehemence he learnt to express quietly. in the smiles he flashed you every time you made a joke only he’d understand. in the snacks he got you every time he saw your hungry face. in the hushed moments when there was nothing more but silence and your being. he grew accustomed to it. he got used to the butterflies.
the fluttering in his stomach that made the heat rush to his ears, the one that made his heart race. the butterflies he only felt when you were around. you were blissfully unaware of the fact that you kept him up every night. oblivious to the way his eyes lit up when you called him by his name so sweetly.
it only took a month for him to name this feeling love. only one month for him to realise what he wanted forever. one month of memories money couldn’t buy. all because one day you decided he was your friend without saying the words. just showing up every time, giggling at nothing, calling seonghyeon your favourite boy—he was, loving him out loud without the frankness of it. you didn’t need to be candor to know it was true.
“y/n.” he called your name gently. you looked up from your notebook, the softness of his tone tugging on your heartstrings.
“yeah, hyeon?” you breathed out.
“do you know what it’s like to fall in love?” he questioned, out of the blue, inquisitive.
“mm, maybe a thing or two. why?” you hummed, resting your cheek on a palm.
“do you ever look at someone and feel butterflies?”
“um… may…be.” you stammered, rather bashful, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled apprehensively.
“is it okay to be sure that your heart yearns for someone even if it feels too soon?” seonghyeon was never this cheesy, not that you knew of. he was soft, he was gentle but he was never warm in a way that lovers were.
“hyeon.”
“i think i’m in love with you, y/n.” he said, affectionate in a way that made your heart melt like an ice cream.
“you are?” you asked, auspicious and hushed—slightly incredulous.
“i know we’ve only really known each other for a month but i just can’t help it when i’m with you.” his hand reached for yours, his fingers threading through yours slowly.
“really?” your heart pounded.
“there’s nothing i haven’t felt more sure about in my life.” he held your hand to his chest, almost as if he wanted you to feel just how much he loved you, his lips twitching up into that smile you’ve always loved.
“kiss me.” you giggled, your eyes glittering with love and infatuation.
“what?” his eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his throat. kiss you? the girl of his dreams wanted him to kiss her?
“kiss me, silly.” your smile grew at the sight of his flushed cheeks, your eyes widening as well when his lips pressed against yours.
he didn’t rush—neither of you did, his lips simply moved against yours, warm and soft, like he would never ever let go. you shifted just enough for your lips to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss. his other hand landed on your waist to pull you closer, yours cupping his cheek to tilt his head better. the both of you didn’t want to pull away, you only did because your lungs burned with the need for oxygen.
your foreheads were digging into each others, your chests heaving with deep breaths and the love that lingered in the air.
“i do look at you and feel butterflies, hyeon. and this, it’s okay.” you breathed out, another giggle slipping past your lips when he buried his head in your neck, his arms embracing your body in a hug.
maybe it was a little bit rushed but it was love and that didn’t need a timer.
旋律 >_< hi guyssssssss… finally i can write something short because i was genuinely convinced i lost all abilities to write short works. anywho, i’ll definitely be a little more active but i am still unfortunately on my semi-hiatus. but, it is okay, i will post when i can and try to get some stuff out every now and then. i hope you enjoy, hugs and kisses mwah!
(고르티스).ᐟ E.SH x fem!reader
Ft. Hwang Minhyun
IN WHICH —What happens to Seonghyeon when his crush kissed another man in front of him and thousands of other people?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. reader kissing another man, actress 6th member!reader, reader is older than Seonghyeon, jealous!Seonghyeon.
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2,1k —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 "You're just going to leave? Again?!"
You glared at the man in front of you, standing with his back facing you on the wet pavement, as the rain hammered on the roof, soaking both of you. Your eyes were glistening with tears, both hands were clutched on your sides as an act to suppress your anger.
"Stop running for once and face me!"
You took a step closer to him, then another step, until you were right behind him. You lifted your hand to pull him in, to make him face you and say something, but your hand hovered on his damp shirt, too afraid to even make contact.
You retracted your hand, once again clutching it as you sobbed behind him, hiding your face in your clutched hands.
"I couldn't... there's no way I could face you after all those things I did..."
He turned to face you anyway, eyes red, filled with tears, staring down at his feet.
You looked up at him, your body shivering from the cold rain and from the anger inside of you after those words he said.
"You're a coward... You're such a fucking coward!" You snapped.
You ran your fingers across your hair as you tried to control your sobs. You looked everywhere around you, laughing bitterly in between sobs as the rain continued to pour down on you.
He finally looked at you, eyes filled with sorrow, filled with guilt. He was silent, just looking at you as if it were the last time he would be seeing you. Then his hands caught your shivering shoulder, making you focus on him, just him.
You wanted to say something, but your mouth was just opening and closing, unable to let out a single sound. Your eyes met with his, looking at each other deeply as his hold on your shoulder tightened.
Then his cold lips meet yours, soft and delicate under the moonlight. You were shocked, eyes wide as your lips stayed still.
"I'm sorry..."
He whispered, his breath fanned your lips when he pulled away just a little. You could only look at him —your mind couldn't comprehend what just happened.
Then he let go of your shoulder, taking a step back without breaking eye contact as a single tear rolled down his cheek. A single step turned into two, then three, then he turned around and walked away, leaving you there, frozen still under the fluorescent light of the moon, as the heavy rain clouded your vision.
Then he was gone before you knew it.
• • •
"And... Cut! Good job, Y/n and Minhyun!"
The rain stopped, the tears stopped, and everyone was cheering behind the cameras. The shoot has officially ended.
Minhyuk walked back to you, giving you a towel with a bright smile.
"Great job, Y/n." He smiled
"You too, Minhyun-ssi!" You replied, taking the towel and wrapping it around your shivering wet body.
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You've changed into a new set of dry clothes and went straight to your members who were chilling on a bench near the set. They have been coming to the filming set to see and cheer on you —it was your first drama ever after all.
But you were nervous, because it was kinda awkward to act in front of them, especially that last scene where you were kissed by your partner, you knew they would make fun of you and would always bring it up on every occasion.
Just like now.
"Ooh, our star is here!" James was the first one to spot you.
You give him a look before sitting down next to Seonghyeon on the bench.
"Y/n, I can bravely face you too, so can I kiss you now?"
Martin made a kissy face, holding your shoulder, pulling you in. But you shoved his face away from yours, laughing at his ridiculous face.
"Ew, that's disgusting," Seonghyeon said beside you, making a stank face as he looked at Martin disgustingly.
"Someone's jealous." Martin shrugged.
It was true, though, Seonghyeon was indeed very jealous. Not jealous of Martin, but jealous because you, his ultimate crush, got kissed by another man, and the fact that you will probably get kissed by different guys in the future, too.
You've been his crush since trainee days. You were so pretty, too pretty, that it was shocking news for you to debut with them. Your looks were what you'd see in K-Dramas —Soft, delicate, and romantic.
So Seonghyeon was not so surprised when you got offered to be in a romance drama six months after your debut —you were really fitting for the role.
He was so happy for you, but the dread was killing him slowly, especially after seeing you being kissed by someone who was not him.
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The dorm was dark, the only source of light and sounds was from the TV, as everyone was huddled together on the couch in the living room, watching your debut in the K-Drama industry.
You all had agreed to spend a whole day only to watch it, and today was the day.
"Whoa, your acting is so good, Y/n." Keonho said.
He wouldn't stop yapping and praising you every time you came up on the scene, which was most of it. You found it really cute that everyone was very dedicated to watching it, not even a single phone in sight the whole time.
"For real, especially that last scene where you cried so hard under the rain? I was so impressed." James praised, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.
"That scene is right after this scene." You spoiled.
They cheered after you said that, waiting for the most insane scene in history for them —even the fans went crazy over that scene. But you were so not ready for that scene, you felt flustered already by just remembering it.
Then, finally it came, the scene everyone was excited for.
You saw yourself crying and yelling in the rain, and you were kinda impressed by your own acting, to be honest.
Martin was biting his fingers, too focused on watching. Juhoon's mouth was agape because of that scene, James grinning like a maniac, but he was actually super proud and excited. Keonho was already tearing up from your acting.
And Seonghyeon... well, he looked pissed for some reason.
You've noticed how silent he has been the whole time, but you didn't think much of it, because sometimes he just couldn't control his face, so you shrugged it off.
While in reality, he was holding back jealousy. Seeing you in a romantic relationship with another person, even though it's fictional, still made him jealous.
The kiss happened before all of you could process, everyone was cheering like they were watching a baseball competition or something, and you were hiding under the blanket, too embarrassed to look at all of them.
Seonghyeon giggled at your flustered state. He always thought you being shy was the cutest thing ever, and for a second, he forgot you were flustered because you kissed another man.
"AAAH THEY'RE KISSING!" James yelled, pointing at the screen, which was paused.
The room immediately became chaotic, just from that one simple scene. Everyone was yelling while running around the room as if celebrating. You could only hide yourself further inside the blanket, your cheeks hot as blood rushed into it.
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Later that night, they all went straight to bed since it was already midnight when you all finished all of the episodes.
You couldn't sleep, you were still flustered and everything. But most importantly, your mind kept drifting to Seonghyeon.
He was your closest friend among all the members, and just like everyone said, a boy and a girl couldn't be just friends forever. It was true, you've realized a long time ago that you have a growing feeling toward Eom Seonghyeon himself.
Unbeknownst to you, Seonghyeon does too. So both of you were just stuck in this cycle
You sighed, throwing the blanket off of you, and went to the kitchen to grab some water.
Seonghyeon was already there, holding a glass of water himself as his other hand scrolled through his phone. When he looked up, he spotted you walking towards him.
Your eyes met each others.
"Water?" He said, lifting up his glass to offer you some.
You smiled, making your way next to him and grabbing the glass from his hand — it had become a normal thing for you and the other members to share food and drinks from the same plates and glasses.
"Why are you still awake, Hyeonnie?" You asked, sipping the water before putting it on the counter behind you.
He looked at you —the dark was visible beneath his eyes, showing clearly that he was tired and sleepy. He is, in fact, tired and sleepy, very. But the thing is, he was restless, his mind kept replaying the scene over and over again, and he was pissed.
So that's why he was hanging out in the kitchen with his own thoughts, trying to erase the image of you and Minhyun from his brain, but no matter what he does, it's still there, refusing to fade away. And it only got worse when he saw you coming out of your room and making your way to the kitchen.
"I couldn't sleep." He stated simply, as if it were the most normal thing ever, when in fact, it was a rare occasion.
You looked at him questioningly. He could fall asleep easily, especially due to how hectic Cortis's schedule was —you knew something was on his mind.
"Something's on your mind?" You directly asked, earning a gulp from him beside you.
Seonghyeon sighs. This was the one thing he's bad at —masking his emotions. It was clearly written on his face that he was frustrated.
And before he could even think of an answer to your question, you were already ahead of him.
"Is it because of that scene?" You turned your body to face him fully.
He looked at you, the tips of his ears felt hot, and his throat felt dry. His mouth kept opening to say something, but he couldn't muster up a single word.
In front of him, you chuckled at his state. Even with the dim light of the kitchen, the red on his cheeks was very visible in your eyes.
You took a single step forward, earning a small gasp from him as you looked up at him. He could only blink, his lips parting from the gasp. He didn't know what to do —his mind instantly went blank and fuzzy after you got too close.
You smiled, then looked at your feet, biting your lips as you rethought your decision. Then you looked back at him, standing on your toes as you pecked his lips softly.
...
"What... was that for?" He quietly said, his eyes half lidded as his heart beat kept increasing.
You retrieved the water from the counter, sipping some water before answering him.
"So you could get some sleep." You said, as if it was the most normal thing ever, before continuing. "So you wouldn't think of the scene."
He blinked, once, twice. Then his hand found your shoulder, turning you to once again face him.
You looked at him, almost scared. You thought he was mad that you kissed him —your mind was everywhere on the negative side as your grip on the glass tightened.
"I almost died..." He trailed. "Now I wouldn't be able to sleep because you kissed me..." His face was beyond flushed now, his eyes teary from the fluttering feeling in his heart.
You stared at him with your mouth agape. The reality just hit you, your own face is as flushed as his now. You didn't know what had gotten into you. Where did the confidence come from?
"Seonghyeon—"
You were about to explain yourself before getting abruptly interrupted.
In the blink of an eye, his lips were already crushing into yours. It caught you off guard —you were frozen still, unable to move any single one of your limbs, as your eyes were widely open.
His lips stayed longer than he intended —he just couldn't help it, especially after he felt your soft lips for the first time. He tought,
So this is what it felt like.
You finally melt into the kiss, closing your eyes as your hands cup his jaw. His hands were still on your shoulder, unmoving, as the kiss lasted a little bit longer.
When both of you finally pulled apart, the tension was thick, as if you could cut it with a scissor or something. Both of your faces were red under the fluorescent lighting.
"Now I can sleep peacefully." He said, caressing your flushed cheek before giggling at your embarrassed face.
Let's just say, ever since that night, each time you were called to play in a drama where you had to kiss another man, later after that exact night, Seonghyeon would wipe away the kiss and plant a new one onto your lips.
⋆‧° BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, I'M BORED— ᨳଓ - EOM SEONGHYEON SMAU
Synopsis ➛⋆˚࿔ you're lwk in love with your lwk taken hb😹🏆
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ a/n ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ y/n in love with seonghyeon, nonchalant! Seonghyeon, underage drinking (be safe guys), lwk morally grey characters, feat! Yoonchae-katseye / keonho-cortis, Niki-enhypen, soha in an oc, on and off relationship between seonghyeon and soha, heavily inspired by ariana grande’s break up with your girlfriend, Im bored, and avril lavigne’s girlfriend
#🐈 : I want seonghyeon so bad it's not a joke anymore yall
synopsis : After breaking your phone, Seonghyeon ended up lending you his MP3 player which he always carried around. But between the melodies that played through it were certain things he never meant anyone, especially you, to find out about.
.✦ ݁˖ pairing : eom seonghyeon x f!reader ── .✦ featuring : Keonho, Wonhee and Eunchae ── .✦ contains : fluff seonghyeon being shy ── .✦ wc : 1.8k
“I think I'm about to explode.”
You were walking back home with your friends Eunchae, Seonghyeon, Wonhee and Keonho after school.
“I hope it happens soon.” Keonho smirks at you.
“Why though?” Wonhee asked.
“Why not.” You replied. “Exams are coming up, my crush got himself a girlfriend, my other crush is moving schools, the teachers won't stop picking on me and my mom has banned unhealthy snacks at home for a month which basically means no snacks which equals to me starving.” You sighed in frustration.
“If you didn't have crushes on two guys at the same time, you'd have one less problem.” Eunchae rolled her eyes at you.
“How could I possibly choose between Jaehyun and Ohyul?!”
“Community hoe” Keonho laughs at you. “Just eat snacks from outside.”
“I'm broke.”
“The only problem you should be worried about are the exams.” Eunchae intervened.
“How come none of you guys want to explode.”
“We do, we are just not vocal about it.”
“Except Seonghyeon maybe.” Eunchae said, looking back at him.
Everyone turns their head towards Sean who was walking behind them with his earphones in. He was listening to music like usual on his MP3.
He suddenly stopped on his tracks when he realised everyone was looking at him.
“What?” Sean
“Seriously what do you listen to everyday that has you disassociating so much from reality” You asked him.
Every day while walking to school, during lunch breaks and while going back home, he always carried his MP3 player and barely talked to anyone.
“Good music.” He replied.
“I'm jealous of you.”
“Why?”
“Seems like you're not worried about anything currently.”
“Nah, twin got lots of stuff on his plate.” Keonho wraps his hand around Sean’s neck and continues walking. “The music just helps him forget it, right?”
“Yeah.”
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The next day you brought more complaints for your friends to listen to during break time.
“I broke my phone.” You sighed, munching away on the sandwich.
“How does everything keep going downhill for you?”
“I think she just attracts negative energy.”
“Maybe we should stay away from you for safety.”
“At least she still has a shot on acing those exams.”
“Her? Acing the exams?”
“Just because people say dream big doesn't mean you gotta dream the impossible.”
“If she aces all her exams I'll dye my hair.”
Such great friends you had who constantly gave you good life advice and motivations. You were truly grateful for their annoying presence.
When break was about to be over, everyone got up from their seats to go back to their classes.
As they all walked ahead, you and Seonghyeon were behind, together.
He was in another class but still cared enough to drop Wonhee and you off.
Just when you were about to head into the class, he held your wrist and put something in the palm of your hand. It was his MP3 player which was old enough that you had to press the buttons harder than seemed necessary.
"Take it."
You looked up at him, questioning the gesture.
His expression was unreadable as always.
"You said your phone broke."
"Oh. Right."
You accepted it carefully.
"I'll give it back tomorrow."
"Whenever." His answer was immediate, like he didn't care.
Then he hesitated.
A tiny pause.
"Just don't judge my music taste."
You laughed at his slightly embarrassed face. "I make no promises, princess.”
‘Princess.’ That was what everyone called him. No one could deny that he was one.
His ears turned suspiciously red.
"Whatever."
And then he was gone.
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That night, you were sprawled across your bed with your earphones connected to the MP3.
The music selection was exactly what you'd expected.
A strange mix of soft indie songs, with a bit of hip hop here and there and surprisingly Justin Bieber songs too. Chet Baker, J.Cole, Tame Impala, Effie, Oasis, his playlist had it all and it was really helpful to you.
After listening to about 12 songs and almost falling asleep, the sudden silence wakes you up.
Then a click.
A recording started playing.
"I think that pigeon has been following me for three days."
You froze. The voice was unmistakably Seonghyeon's.
"I'm serious. It was outside the convenience store yesterday. Today it was near the bus stop. If it appears tomorrow, I'm moving."
After a long pause, he continues.
"Actually, I can't afford to move."
Another pause.
"Maybe the pigeon knows that."
Click.
The recording ended and the next song began. Bad Habit by Steve Lacy.
You sat upright slowly after that strange recording.
‘What was that?’ You think to yourself. ‘Had he accidentally left voice memos on here?’
Indeed he did, very accidentally, because after two songs another recording started playing.
"2:14 a.m."
His voice sounded sleepy.
"You ever think about how fire based superheroes in movies are basically just government approved arsonists?"
Silence.
"I think humans would be happier if we just accepted Celestia from that cartoon my sister watches as our new ruler."
You heard a small yawn. He was definitely sleepy.
"Hypothetically speaking of course. Would be better if we were just horses.”
Another yawn escapes.
"Goodnight."
The next song started immediately afterward. Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter. That was quite the unexpected song after a weird rant. You laughed so hard you almost dropped the MP3 player.
The recordings kept appearing but not often enough to expect.
Just often enough to catch you off guard.
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"I saw someone carrying six loaves of bread today.”
Pause.
"I hope they're doing okay."
──── ୨୧ ────
"I accidentally made eye contact with a cat."
He sighed.
"It won."
──── ୨୧ ────
"Is it really that great being 190 cm?”
Pause.
“Fuck Martin.”
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Each recording felt like discovering a secret version of him, unlike the quiet Seonghyeon that everyone knew. The only time he wouldn't be quiet was while expressing his dislike towards things.
The Seonghyeon trapped inside this MP3 apparently narrated his life like an exhausted wildlife documentary.
It was almost 3 a.m. and you were getting sleepy, but of course something strange happened again.
You heard your name.
"Today Y/N laughed so hard she almost fell off her chair."
A pause and then the sound of fabric rustling.
"I spent twenty minutes pretending I wasn't watching."
"She looked happy."
His voice softened.
"So that was nice."
Click.
The next song began. White Keys by Dominic Fike.
You stared at the wall as your heart had completely forgotten how to function.
Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe there were only one or two recordings mentioning you. It shouldn't be too surprising since you were technically part of his everyday life along with Keonho, Wonhee and Eunchae.
That would make sense.
Reasonable.
Normal.
Except, it kept happening.
You heard his voice again.
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"Y/N lent me a pen today."
A short pause before he continued.
"I own six pens."
"I still took her's."
Click.
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"I think Y/N notices things nobody else notices."
A faint sound, like he'd shifted against a pillow.
"It's kind of scary, not in a bad way."
"Just scary."
Click.
──── ୨୧ ────
The recording began with several seconds of silence until he finally spoke.
"I almost texted Y/N."
A groan.
"Didn't."
"Very brave of me."
Click.
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You buried your face in a pillow.
This was bad.
Very bad.
Because every recording sounded like something that was never meant to leave his room. And the songs in between each of them just made you more emotional, in a good way.
Like thoughts spoken aloud because nobody else was there to hear them.
Raw and unedited.
The worst one happened near 4 a.m.
You couldn't sleep after hearing all that of course so you ended up staying up till morning listening to the music (and the short recordings you were curious about).
Lying in bed, you were listening to Tightrope by Zayn when another recording appeared at the end of it.
At first there was only slow and sleepy breathing.
"Can't sleep."
Several seconds passed along with a yawn.
You almost thought the recording was over.
Then his voice emerged again, thick with exhaustion.
"Y/N smiled at me today."
Silence.
"That was nice."
"Really nice."
The mattress beneath him creaked faintly as though he'd rolled over.
"I think I like- "
The recording was cut off abruptly.
The next song started. For lovers who hesitate by JANNABI
You sat straight up and rewound it.
Listened again and again.
Every time it stopped at exactly the same point.
"I think I like-"
End. Nothing else.
You spent ten full minutes staring at the ceiling after that and let the music continue.
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The next morning you were about to return the MP3 player and Seonghyeon held his hand out without looking up.
"Thanks."
"Mhm."
"Good music."
"Yeah."
You watched him carefully, still holding onto it.
"Interesting recordings too." You added.
The MP3 player nearly slipped out of his hands and you caught it immediately. It was back in your hands now.
The silence that followed was catastrophic.
He lifted his head slowly.
"What recordings?" He asked, looking skeptical. An expression he rarely showed.
"You know." You said as a matter of fact.
His face was drained of color. You could practically watch the memory hit him.
The voice memos.
The forgotten files.
The accidental confessions.
Every single one.
All at once entered his head.
"Oh."
You had never seen genuine fear in his eyes before until now.
"Oh no."
His ears turned bright red.
"Oh no."
"About the pigeon-"
"Oh no."
"The ‘Celestia being our ruler’ was kinda cute."
"Please stop talking." He buried his face in his hands.
"The bread recording was my favorite."
"Please."
He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
You tried to hold back the smile while watching him. Unfortunately, he noticed. Which only made him look more horrified.
"How many did you hear?" He asked, taking his hands off his face.
You considered lying but your mind worked in its own way.
"Most of them."
The expression on his face suggested immediate death would've been preferable.
"Seonghyeon?"
"Yeah?"
"There was one recording that was cut off."
His entire body froze.
You watched the realization dawn on him.
Then despair.
Then acceptance.
The complete emotional journey in under three seconds.
"Delete it from your memory." He hid his eyes in his hands. Refusing to look at you.
"So there was more?" You teased him casually.
"Delete it."
You laughed.
His hand slid down his face.
Defeated and hopelessly embarrassed.
But beneath all of that there was a tiny smile threatening to appear.
Because for all the recordings he'd never intended anyone to hear and all the sleepy rambling and accidental confessions, you hadn't laughed at him.
Not in a mean way at least.
And somehow that seemed to matter more than anything.
"Give me the MP3 player." He said, putting his hand out again.
"Why?"
"I'm destroying the evidence."
"You absolutely can't."
"Y/N."
"No."
"Y/N."
“No.” You grinned.
His face immediately turned red again and this time, neither of you looked away first.
a/n : Guesswho wrote a sean fic instead of mean boys 😂😂honestly my first fic that i genuinely like too. This was so cute to write I stayed up till 3 am. I just needed to get over my shitty life situation right now and I think this fic helped. I hope it helps yalls too. When is it my turn to experience this lowkey💔 I swear I'll update mean boys one day 🤞 for now enjoy these other fics to distract y'all from baldtin x reader 💞
syn. after months of ghosting your trainee situationship, you finally decide to reach out during their live in weverse at 2 am.
warnings&contains. separate fiction from reality, situationship, no angst, idol x idol au, ignorance, "almost", not proofread writing, intended lowercase writing, 2.4k+ words
2:08 A.M.
seonghyeon sluggishly reads the time on his phone, trying to think of some lines for a sample that martin is producing in their studio.
they're currently doing a live in weverse, and seonghyeon is also trying to fight the urge to sleep.
"martin, you're so cute." martin reads a comment, grinning from ear to ear while doing so. seonghyeon ends up pulling himself out of the frame to make a face, and sure enough martin starts cackling at his reaction.
"eom seonghyeon, go home." he reads another comment out loudly to provoke further, and it just worsens seonghyeon's desire to head back and leave him behind.
they both sit in pleasant silence before martin's jaw suddenly drops, not even being subtle about what he's seeing.
"what?" seonghyeon asks, barely audible for the fans watching but enough for the other to hear.
martin gestures a side-eye while the atmosphere in the studio thickens. the suspense is making seonghyeon creeped out, so he cocks an eyebrow in confusion.
the blonde still doesn't say anything while opening a tab on their computer and starts typing—a half smile shown on his face to keep the tension less suspicious.
'i think the one who commented that was y/n' the text on the monitor says.
something immediately shifts in seonghyeon upon reading that, though his face remains neutral—his shoulders are starting to feel stiff now.
seonghyeon is profoundly hit with a wave of reminiscence during his trainee days, where you and him had somewhat made a bond that's far from what normal friends do, but less than what lovers do. it wasn't confusing nor was it depicted as serious for you both—it was just there.
a situationship? maybe.
seonghyeon takes a moment to process before unlocking his phone and opening the weverse app, making sure he's out of the camera from the live.
martin proceeds with whatever he was initially doing, bringing up other topics to distract the fans from the prolonged silence just earlier.
for a whole year and a half, martin was accustomed to listen through seonghyeon's never ending rambles about your interactions with him—it was always baffling to hear.
he still recalls how seonghyeon would fanboy once you're out of the studio they practiced at, or how his ears turned into a shade of pink and a small smile crept on his face whenever you passed by him down the hallways.
despite working in the same building, you've never once ran into seonghyeon since their debut. ever.
you were voluntarily avoiding him, and consistently made the excuse of not wanting rumors to spread right after their debut.
having said that, you thought he wouldn't mind much since there was nothing serious going on between you and him.
on the other hand, seonghyeon did forget about it until the promotions stopped.
the last time he heard from you was when you congratulated him before the debut happened.
it felt odd. he has your number saved, but there are absolutely zero messages exchanged. before, mostly prank calls happened whenever you couldn't sleep during the night.
so why would you comment on their weverse live now? even worse, how did martin figure out that it was you?
while scrolling through the countless comments on their live, a notification bar suddenly appears on his phone.and thank gosh he has silent mode on.
y/n | 2:14 A.M.
→ hi
→ haha, martin read my comment
→ i saw that the light of ur studio is on, thought i'd drop by to say hi
seonghyeon's eyes widen a bit, straightening himself on the chair while staring at your message.
martin turns to look at him, a brow raised while his hands precariously rest on the keyboard. from that alone, seonghyeon is already holding back a smile unconciously.
martin scoots closer so he can peek at seonghyeon's phone, and his jaw drops a second time with eyes wider than ever.
"shoot your shot, what are you doing?" the blond whispers, and seonghyeon just smiles while his stare lingers on the screen showcasing your messages.
their faces are both out of the frame, so no one has a clue on what they're fussing about.
meanwhile, your phone buzzes while you're hanging around the lobby nearby their studio, and seonghyeon's name pops up.
seonghyeon | 2:16 A.M.
→ hello to u too
→ it's late, you should come in
you swear you could laugh at his boldness. they're having a live and he wants you to come in?
it takes you a full minute to think of something to say. after all, you embarrassingly took ten minutes to deliver the first few messages you sent.
it's ironic. how can you show up at a workday late at night after ghosting him since debut?
y/n | 2:17 A.M.
→and start a rumor..
→no thanks lol
→tell martin he's cute though!
seonghyeon | 2:17 A.M.
→ why not? also I'm not telling him that
→ and you commented for me to go home
→ miss me?
→ *deleted a message*
that deleted message did not go unseen by you. other than the surprise you have from how fast he replied, the text he unsent made you even more perplexed.
you didn't have anything to say, it already felt awkward after seeing that.
pursing your lips into a tight line, you switch apps to weverse and click on their live again to see whatever he's doing. with volume down, of course.
seonghyeon is suspiciously out of the frame, only a glimpse of his shoulder is seen beside martin.
although martin keeps looking back at him as if they're both anticipating something.
it's two in the morning, and the halls carry an eerie aura that somewhat feels like a horror movie. only a few lights are flicked on and distant sounds of music leaking through the doors can be heard while you're sitting in the lobby with a fogged mind.
you stare longingly at your screen, both thumbs hovered over your phone tentatively.
sleepiness will come as an excuse later on.
y/n | 2:20 A.M.
→ yeah, i do
→ what's your solution mister eom?
and sent. you immediately switch back to their live for reaction purposes.
there you see seonghyeon remains out of frame, but martin's face is as well—he's in an awkward position on his seat, presumably to peek at whatever seonghyeon's phone has.
it's your conversation with him, no doubt.
you silently watch them both with a wave of drowsiness starting to get to you. you don't know what you're trying to achieve.
thankfully adrenaline is helping you stay awake; the 'i want to see seonghyeon' adrenaline.
you started calling it that if a sense of nostalgia hits you whenever you scroll through past pictures from trainee days, because you were always beside seonghyeon during group workshops.
you both did duo hand poses, or similar facial expressions—either silly or attempting to look cool. you just randomly miss those times.
there's no response until now, so you decide to give up on whatever banter you had going on and head back to your dorm.
right when you stood up and is just about to pass by their studio, their door suddenly opens. you froze on the spot.
you could already tell from your peripherals that it was seonghyeon. no doubt.
turning to look at who, you're met by a familiar presence who's leaning on the door frame. he looks surprised at first, then his face immediately turns smug—which was not a good thing.
"this is my solution, miss (last name)." a raspy tone escapes from his mouth. you swear you want to run away and pretend this never happened.
"i suggest you go back to entertaining your live, eom." you say, returning the nature of his intentions.
"we ended it." martin suddenly pops up from behind, a wide grin on his face.
you stood still, breath hitching from the betrayal you just felt from the six footer.
"so?" you feign a look of disinterest, not wanting to involve yourself. although you started this.
"so, come in, obviously?" seonghyeon persists, shoving martin out from behind him and opening the door wide for you to follow inside.
looking at him while you maintain eye contact, a surge of unfamiliar feelings rise in your stomach, so you immediately dart your irises somewhere else. "do i have a choice?"
"it's two a.m., and you're already here." seonghyeon reasons with you, and you let out a sigh in defeat.
"fine."
deliberately entering their studio with small steps, you look around the hallways beforehand in case someone else might be witnessing this whole thing.
the door clicks shut behind you, and you're met with the setting of their studio. it looks just like yours, as it is with every other studio in this building.
the only light source is from the monitor and two warm-colored lamps illuminating the room.
martin sits in front of the working computer with headphones on and a mic beside him. a couch rests right behind.
various stuff decorates their studio as well, like a box of the minecraft TNT, a lineup of different instruments, and a few small plushies.
"it's not much." he denies, looking at you, then to martin.
"nice." you compliment with a low voice, remaining stiff with a straight stance at the corner of the room.
seonghyeon stands beside you with a decent gap, chuckling at what you said.
martin removes his headphones and spins the chair to face towards you and seonghyeon.an awkward silence fills the room with back and forth stares.
"why are you so silent, (name)? you used to comment about every single thing you see." martin laughs, standing from his seat.
"oh... I guess." you vaguely respond with a nervous laugh, pressing yourself further onto the corner you're in.
"I'll go back down to get some snacks. perfect time to reconcile, lovebirds." martin says teasingly, hastily leaving the studio.
all you can do is internally curse.
you and seonghyeon stare at each other with silence filling up the air the moment martin leaves.
"so..." he clears his throat.
"so," you copy, trying to dig up something to say.
"sorry, it's kind of...weird. I know." he speaks up, moving to sit on the chair martin once occupied.
he turns to look at your state and how you're compressing yourself against the corner of the wall.
"what?" you ask, avoiding his stare.
seonghyeon starts laughing, and you can feel your cheeks heat up from the sudden sound.
annoying action, breathtaking laugh. as always.
what are you even saying?
"why are you just standing there? sit over here." he points towards the couch.
you take a while to gather your composure and end up relentlessly sitting on where his fingers gestured.
seonghyeon doesn't turn a blind eye on your behavior, he's blatantly noticing on how wary you're acting.
"congrats on your recent comeback." leaning back on the couch, you cross your arms and look up at the ceiling in attempts to avoid his gaze.
"thanks. we have a lot on our plate lately."
"that's normal."
another intense wordless moment passes by, and your stomach is beginning to do these unpleasant feelings of it churning, or tightening.
"seonghyeon—"
"(name)—"
the words die on your tongue the moment he speaks in unison with you while staring at each other dumbfoundedly—as if you and him are distinctively thinking of the same thing.
"gosh. let me speak first." you inhale deeply, a rush of adrenaline load your senses. "i don't know why I'm here, I don't know why i texted you— i mean i literally ghosted you for nearly a year, and i-"
without a second thought, amidst your panicked maunder, you hear the wheels of the spinning chair seonghyeon sat on moving and before you knew it, he had pulled you in for an abrupt embrace.
"hyeon, what are you—"
"do you know how many times i wanted to text you?" he softly asks, his hand laid on your head gently while resting it against his chest. the other loosely wraps around above your shoulder, cautiously trying to not move it carelessly.
you're speechless. it feels like you've short-circuited and turned illiterate.
remaining rigid, you bite back any impulsive actions.
what's worse is that you're enjoying this while being guilty, and it seems like he is too.
the faint sound of the air conditioner buzzing with the cool air escaping and hitting your body right on time, you end up giving into the warmth he's offering and shift a little to comfortably rest your torso against his. his arms are fully wrapped around you now, while heat prickles up onto your nape.
a frown rests on your face, still trying to look reluctant despite your current situation saying otherwise.
"...aren't you going to ask?" your voice muffles through the soft fabric of his navy blue jacket.
seonghyeon lets out a hum, instinctively pulling you closer. you hesitantly place your arms on his back to at least reciprocate whatever he's doing.
"no, i think you being here explains enough." he breathlessly laughs against your hair, and your lips twitch from trying to not smile like an idiot.
this is bad.
moving a bit to steal a glance at him, you see how close the proximity between your faces are. you quickly lower your head back down.
seonghyeon doesn't fail to realize this, so he uses his hand to lightly gesture your head back up and turn to look at him. this is the closest you've ever been with seonghyeon.
this was not the arms touching gesture, or the head leaning slightly on your shoulder gesture he did back then. this is seonghyeon literally hugging you, and one movement could possibly result into anywhere on your faces touching.
eyes meeting with his, you look like you're melting into both his stare and his touch. unlike you, he looks composed and calm.
which is embarrassing.
he doesn't break eye contact at all while he's slowly leaning towards you, and is nearly reaching to rest against your forehead.
your heart feels like it's about to physically pop out of your chest, and your stomach is doing a bunch of flips that doesn't make this any better. heat is arising from your toe to head, and you're aware there is definitely no backing out now.
he's about to—
the door suddenly clicks open and you push seonghyeon away as fast as you can before anyone can see the monstrosity you and him were about to do, making yourself lay face flat onto their couch in shame.
seonghyeon didn't make any attempts to pull away so he's left there on his spot once the door opens and martin reveals himself with a chocolate bar and a bottle of pocari sweat.
the blonde only looks at you curled up on their couch questionably while seonghyeon looks like he's about to throw a fit.
