ʚଓ ּ ֶָ֢. being best friends with an idol had its perks — especially when you were jobless . thank god for han jihoon and his big mouth , now you finally have a job you love . or maybe someone you love ?
⋆˚࿔ 00 . jobless idiot
01 . applications
02 . woonhak stfu
03 . i’m in …?
04 . first encounters are always hard
05 . test drives
06 . are you up ?
07 . group dinner again ??
08 . shinyu’s first win
09 . oh him ?
10 . dohoon’s vlog …
11 . siblings day out !! ft leehan
12 . sneak outs & talks
13 . graduation day !
14 . ceo’s email …?!
15 . texts count btw
16 . funny guy ? i’m funny too ??
17 . psst …
18 . awkward tension
19 . silence .
20 . forever goodbye …?
21 . alone time
22 . already ?
23 . surprise …!
24 . only us .
25 . two worlds apart .
26 . beautiful
27 . miumiu’s girl
28 . bare minimum
29 . lucky to be loved
30 . wonyoung ?!?
31 . reunited
.✦ ݁˖ heeheesang notes ꪆৎ hai hello annyeong :3 welcome to my tws writer debut …? this will be a short and simple smau just for me to get back on track with writing ! i hope everyone loves this as much as i do hehe 🍀 the tags are so hard to find omg 😭
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ ─── I'm a lucky fella, and i've just got to tell her that i love her endlessly 𖹭
⸝⸝ in which! dohoon keeps doing the same stupid jokes about your height... but you love him anyways ಄ genre! bftall!dohoon x short!reader. fluff, domestic life, stablished relationship, spring, based in seoul. (weird attempt of humor); requested! ☆ warning(s)! not proofread, kissing. › wc! 1.7k ۶ৎ we all love dohoon, right? hshs (2) happy almost-comeback-week!!! 𖧧 @fantasia-films ˎˊ˗
"She surely aint got no money, her clothes are kinda funny, and her hair is wild and free" was the first thought that came to Dohoon's mind when he first saw you. Yes, he was certain it was a song he had heard sometime ago, but it just resonated with you so much that day...
It had been a spring day (a very spring day, indeed, as flowers started to bloom, and pollen was all over the place), the day he met you. You were smiling and giving tiny hops all around the road. You just seemed so happy looking at the pink cherry trees; the ones the rest of the people didn't seem to even notice as they passed by. He just thought you were cute. Like a breath of fresh air.
He had to admit how he thought you were pretty tiny, although Dohoon really didn't notice how much he actually liked that characteristic until recently. That Dohoon, the one from two years ago, wouldn't have noticed half of the things that Dohoon noticed about you nowadays. He wouldn't even have imagined you would share a class together and somehow just... end up together. Live together. Laugh together.
Two years from that, and now he was walking right beside you in the same park, holding hands, and laughing as you walked by those same cherry trees.
"Your hand is so small," muttered Dohoon in one of your endless conversations, squeezing it just to prove he was right. He used to joke about how you were much tinier than he was. Just because he loved the annoyed face you put on when he did so.
You narrowed your eyes, just as he expected, frowning. "Brou. It's not. My hand is perfectly normal, it's not my fault yours is just like a replica of a dinosaur's paw." You said sharply, clearly obvious to your boyfriend that you were just messing around.
"A dinosaur?" he chuckled, "You know dinosaurs are tall and sexy, right? So thank you for the compliment, baby."
You frowned in disbelief. "Aham. It's not a compliment, though." You said, shaking your head. "You should be in the museum next to the diplodocus right now. I'm sure they are searching for you. I might even have to call them so they take you to the place you really belong."
"And that is...?" He wondered, grinning, testing your knowledge on dinosaurs (which, by the way, he knew quite well was pretty limited).
You took your time to think, doing a soft 'hmm' even if you (clearly) didn't know the answer. Your memory was bad, okay?
"Dinoland," you said at last.
This made Dohoon burst out laughing, and even if you didn't want to follow him, his laugh was just so contagious that you ended up doing so (against your will).
"¿Dinoland?" He managed to inquire while laughing. "I hope Lilliput's open for you then."
You widened your eyes and kicked him softly in his lower arm, still laughing. "Dohoon!"
There's no need to say you two continued laughing for the rest of the walk, under that beautiful, pink sky.
The teasing kept going on until you got home. It felt as if Dohoon had found the new thing which entertained him the most, really. He teased you about your height: about how you were so small he could practically hug you and make you disappear or how you could get lost so easily among the crowds. It was usual, and he did it smoothly too; so smoothly it was almost pleasant.
Key word: Almost.
You, honestly, did not know if you hated it or loved it. Maybe both. Who knew. But you, certainly, thought it was cute. You knew it was his way of saying ‘I love you’.
It was late at night. Almost dinner time. Before, you had been sleeping comfortably, hugging Dohoon and breathing easily. It was Dohoon's day off, and even if you wanted to do things together, he still needed to rest. He deserved it. And nap time was sacred for both of you.
However, you now needed to wake up and do your boring adult stuff. You sighed and cursed your stomach for being hungry.
You slipped away from him, careful not to wake him up. You were wearing Dohoon's green and pink hoodie (your favorite from his wardrobe), which only made you look three times smaller. Not because you were short (that, well- that was debatable) but because he was indeed like a walking streetlight. You liked how it looked on you, so you usually wore it when he was at home.
You glanced at him once more. He was sleeping like a pretty little baby. His oval face, his steady breathing, made him look so peaceful you just wanted to stay a bit more.
'Grrrrr', you heard. It was your stomach. Unfortunately, it seemed like your body didn't want you to stare at Dohoon.
So, you stood up, putting your feet against the floor and shuffling your feet. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen, where the magic usually happened and started cooking. It wasn't like cooking was your favorite thing in the world. Even more, every time you could, you would let Dohoon do this kind of work and then enjoy the meal he had prepared.
But sleep is sacred, so you just started to work.
Time passed, and Dohoon started to hear noises from the kitchen. No need to say that woke him up. He was a light sleeper. The boy rubbed his eyes and glanced to the side, expecting to have you beside him - even if you obviously weren't, because if not, who would be making such noises?
He was still disappointed in not finding you there, though. He stood up, even if he really did not want to, and walked to you. There was a sweet smell all around the apartment, and that was part of the reasons he felt curious. You never cooked, and now Dohoon felt scared of you burning down the kitchen.
What he found there, however, wasn't fire but you trying to get a jar he had lifted a bit too high for you to reach. So you were hopping, sticking out your tongue in concentration.
Quacking jar, you thought to yourself, who the hell had had the idea of leaving it up there?
Dohoon grinned and got closer to you without you even noticing. "Hi," he said. You jumped because of the sudden surprise.
"Oh. Oh my god, Dohoon..." You said, putting your hand on your chest and looking up to look at him. And a little higher, just because you couldn't see all his face from down there. "You scared me."
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Sorry, sweetie. Do you need that?" He pointed at the reddish jar.
"Yes..."
You looked at him. He lifted an eyebrow, his eyes on you.
"What?" He asked.
You bit your lip, not really wanting to ask it because you knew he was going to tease you about it. But on the other hand, you still needed that for the recipe. It was pretty important (or at least that was what it said).
"Could... Could you get it for me?"
"'Course," he nodded, as it was no big deal. Which, by the way, wasn't. It was just... weird. Because Dohoon did not tease you. Didn't say anything, just got it for you. And, of course, he was so tall and his arms were so long, he didn't need to say anything to just demonstrate it; he just got the jar even without standing on his tiptoes.
Your confusion was clear to him, as you were frowning and looking at him as if he had just turned into Spiderman. He gave it to you, directly into your hands. He must be half asleep, you thought. Well, maybe your skeptical manner was exaggerated, but he had been a real pain about that all day.
"What? Are you expecting me to say 'awie you are so small you couldn't get it by yourself'?’ because I could do it too if you want me to.." He teased, with a grin.
Okay, here it went, your typical Dohoon was back. He wasn't asleep, then. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but with a small smile on your face that didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend. "There's no need, you tease."
He snorted, and as you turned back to the meal you were preparing, Dohoon hugged you from behind, and rested his chin on your shoulder, arching his back. He enjoyed the moment for a little longer, taking in the sight of you cooking (a rare one), the way you were fighting with the vegetables to turn them around, and the smell of your scent mixed with the food’s. He knew quite well the next day he would go back to his tiring, exhausting schedule and wouldn't enjoy all that anymore.
He wouldn't properly see you in a couple of days, and suddenly... he felt scared. Even if he didn't quite know of what.
"Love." He called you after a while.
"hm?"
"You know I love you, right?" He muttered.
"Of course I do. And I do too. I love you a lot."
Dohoon nodded and let out the air he didn't even know he was holding. "Okay."
You snorted, turning off the fire once the food was ready. The smell only made you hungrier. But first things first, you thought as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Dohoon's neck.
"I love you. I'm proud of you, and I'm not going anywhere either. I'm here for you." You said slowly, quietly. Your gaze filled with love.
He shallowed hard, but smiled. Dohoon sometimes wondered how on Earth were you capable of saying the exact things he needed to hear to feel better, even when he didn't know himself.
"Thank you," he returned quietly as well.
You smiled too. He leaned slowly and pressed his forehead against yours, and then kissed you. It wasn't rough, or that type of kisses that leave you lingering for more. It was a soft one that carried more than words could actually say. It carried feelings, it carried love. The one you felt everyday when you walked near him, or when you slept, laughed, ate… just spend time with him.
You got on your tiptoes to kiss him better, which had become a habit.
Dohoon snorted at this. You rolled your eyes internally.
Man, how you loved him. Even with his stupid shortie jokes.
a/n: Hii guys idk if u read this but this will be the second last chapter! i enjoyed writing this series sm🥺🥺 if u actually read my authors note for chapter one it said it was meant to be a 3 part smau but now it’s a series! i’d like to thank everyone who supported me (even if there’s only a few) when i wrote this, because it’s my first series i’ve made and my blog isn’t that famous. thank you so much everyone!
also…. alternative au where seunghan gets to stay with his gf! yay! idk i miss him sm bro
(ending 1)
y’all are not gonna be prepared for ending 2 trust me🤭🤭
i know, i know : i'm 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ──── syn. ❛❛ this act divided a single soul into two, and each separated half now searches for its original partner. ❞ you always knew it was him.
𝐅𝟐𝐋 x 𝓕.reader 𓂃. 1THOUSANDTWENTY fluff twkiss ⌗ req?naur @slytherinshua u made me this 𓇢𓆸
First dates. They weren’t really your thing, at all. You didn’t like having to explain all of the things that wired and twisted together and made up who was standing in front of them. It was awkward walking the line of being authentic and whatever version of yourself you thought they’d like better. You despised the small talk and long-winded pauses. You dreaded having to wonder what if this, or what if that.
But now that you were on a first date with one of your closest friends, you had no luxury within the comfort of cliches. He knew everything about you, your excruciating lore—Hell, he’d been there for half of it. He knew your favorite Fanta flavor, and the last book that made you sob on your floor at ungodly hours. You didn’t have to wonder if he liked you. You didn’t even have to wonder if he thought that niche habit you had was weird, or if he’d text you back the next day.
He was always there; In the breeze through your hair, the coldest parts of your pillow, the perfect shade of blue. Anything. He was there, and sometimes you used to plead, asking if that was a mock or a luxury you took for granted.
However, you did wonder when he started to see you in a different way, when his eyes fixed on you. You wondered where the lines began to blot and blur like watercolor paintings in a stagnant museum. You even almost asked where he found the beauty, stopping yourself promptly from opening a can of worms you weren’t sure you were prepared to clean up.
There had to be a first for everything though, and dating your friend definitely was—especially someone as perfect as Dohoon, your kind and gentle BBF. Boy-best-friend, obviously.
And you were a good best friend too, always telling him to never settle, introducing him to up-to-par people—people who you deemed worthy of taking away his time from you. You were the one who kept it strictly casual all those years, friendzoning your own heart.
But, through stolen glances you couldn’t say the same reigned true anymore. Nonetheless, self-sabotage was still your biggest weakness, and greatest enemy.
“Is this weird?” Dohoon’s voice softly snapped you from your reverie.
Your eyebrows creased. “No,” you stated simply. “Just…unexpected.”
He leaned back on his palms, head aimed towards the sky, dusk settling onto it. “Why’s that?”
It was a breathtaking mixture of pink and orange and white hues, clouds fluffy like the cotton candy that you and Dohoon would eat at Lotte World once a year on your birthday.
You relished in the warmth of the setting sun, a shiver running through your body. “Just because…” you trailed off, taking in the lustrous green of mid August. This was one of your favorite parks, and Dohoon knew that; That’s exactly why he suggested taking you here, seeing the glow in your eyes as the words left his lips. “I guess I never expected it to be me.”
Through your peripherals you saw his features contort in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be you, yn?” your cheeks undoubtedly heated at his words, fighting the urge to shy away from the sheer innocence. “It’s always been you, and I'd be lucky to be loved by you.”
There was a soft sound that you exhaled in response, no words because you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than words are worthless right now, mimicking his lean as you sat next to him. You tried to distract from the fact that your nervous system was all nervous and no system; Insides twisting, heart beating quickly, skin feeling too hot for the temperature outside. You’d never seen him casted under such an intense glow—a beautiful light—literally and metaphorically.
Truthfully, you’d never felt this way about anyone. You’d known Dohoon for the better part of your adolescence, and he’d always been your closest confidant. Of course, as if you were clasped in a teen-romances tightest grip, you developed a very, very (obviously, very) small crush on him. In your defense, how could you not? First of all, you weren’t blind, and even if you were, you think you’d fall just as hard. Nonetheless, you swallowed that as quickly as it had risen, ultimately deciding that being friends was better than something that could potentially end complicated.
You couldn’t blame yourself for not wanting to lose him.
You wondered if he weighed the odds, and if the feelings he possessed were strong enough to cast away the doubts of it not working. The same ones that plagued you and deterred you for all this time. Was he willing to take the risk of his heart beating for you until it stopped? And, did he know yours beat the same rhythm?
Maybe it was when he started to work out, changing from the awkward boy you’d met in middle school to the well-defined abs and arms. Or maybe it was when he smiled with his eyes for the first time, opening up to the idea of people being around him. Or perhaps it was the fact that he’d remember little details about you, and so casually throwing them into conversation like it was always in the back of his mind, ones even you would forget sometimes.
Or it was everything combined, or none at all, that solidified the feelings that made a home within you. You always knew it deep down, that all your past flings resembled him in one way or another. He was someone you kept close, someone you couldn’t escape…not that you’d ever want to.
“Yn?” he asked breathily, basking in the final moments before the sun had fully set. “Can I ask you something?”
And, if the question of which was prettier—the man at your side or the sunset in front of you—were to arise, you had no fear that the answer rolling off your tongue would be simple: Dohoon, with his soft hands, gentle personality, and contagious happiness. Every time.
But, you bit back the metaphors for love clawing up your throat. “Sure,”
“Why’d you do it? Introduce me to every single girl you made friends with?”
Your blush deepened. If he had asked you a couple days ago, you would’ve been sure of your answer—or, at least, you liked to think you would be—but now that he was scanning over your side-profile, awaiting an answer, you weren’t so sure. It used to be because you wanted him to have someone kind, someone who would treat him the way he deserved and reciprocate the love he’d sure as Hell give.
You wanted him to be happily in love, off the market so…he could finally be off your damn mind.
“I, uh, just wanted you to find someone nice. I wasn’t trying to get rid of you, I’m sorry if it seemed like that. I like hanging out with you, obviously.”
He hummed contemplatively, clearly not satisfied with your answer. You wished you could just tell him what he wanted to hear; What you wanted to desperately spew out.
“Can I ask you something else?”
You fought with gulping a dry throat, humming in response because you feared nothing but hoarseness would exist instead.
“Why would you agree to a date if that was actually the case?” your heart skipped a beat, or three, you were sure of it. “Are you that someone nice now?”
Your eyes met, time freezing in the lingering heat of summer, though you had never felt warmer. There was no doubt the blush was melting through your foundation now, hands shaking against the brightly-patterned blanket you had brought from the backseat of your car.
“Can I ask you something now, Dohoon?” you responded with a question of your own, ignoring his—though, he didn’t seem to mind—hummin in acceptance. Your eyes flickered like the fireflies in the air to the place you shouldn’t have dreamed about, but his lips always looked so inviting. A place you’d like to call home. “...Can I kiss you?”
Darkness had descended, the lamps following the bike path all lighting up in sync. It was cinematic at its worst and the world’s eighth wonder at best. You would have laughed at the coincidence if you weren’t so focused on the distance that was gradually closing between you—agonizingly slow. All the surrounding sounds; Crickets chirping and cicadas singing, even kids’ screeches from the nearby playground faded out, like it was only you two on the entire planet.
The contrast between his usual timid personality and the gravity of the question took you aback.
“Will you be mine?”
You shook it off before your lips could touch, mumbling something along the lines of, have been for a while, against his breath, meeting halfway.
There was a first for everything, but you were glad it was Dohoon on the other end of that tether this time.
Fireworks went off inside you, setting your heart aflame and illuminating the stars behind your eyes, pulling you out of the darkest places. If he was lucky to be loved by you then he must’ve been straight out of Plato’s Symposium.
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: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you and dohoon cant seem to control yourselves once left alone in an empty classroom after school.
: ̗̀⇢genre: smut, nsfw
: ̗̀⇢warnings: nsfw content, both read and dohoon are of legal age, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, slightly mean dohoon :(, pre-established relationship, dacryphilia, slight chocking, no protection (dont learn from them), public sex, minors do not interact (you are responsible for the content you consume)
: ̗̀⇢author's note: woah! first dohoon post and it happens to be a smut fic 🙏🏻
"dohoon- wait!" you tried to pry dohoon's hand away from between your thighs. you two were in a random empty classroom after school to 'study', except your boyfriend happened to have a... situation after you bent down to grab your pen which has rolled away onto the floor.
"i cant wait, [name], not after you practically shoved yourself in my face..." he mumbled, leaning down to leave open mouth kisses on your soft skin around your neck.
"what if people walk in and see?" you tried to hold his hand, which has been inching closer every second, away from it's goal.
"its after school, nobody will be here anyways, please baby?" he pleaded, looking at you with those eyes you couldnt resist. you finally nodded, moving your hand away from his, allowing it to inch closer and closer to whats behind your underwear.
you let out a soft moan after he rubbed against your clit through your underwear, moving his finger up and down slowly while kissing you deeply.
"shit, [name] you're so wet... is this all for me, baby?" he teased you, moving away to have a better look at your face, smirking as he saw your red face and embarrassed expression.
you stayed quiet, moving your hips against his hand as he halted his movement to stare at you before he stopped your hips with his other hand.
"what a needy girl..." he laughs out, sliding your underwear down your legs, carrying you up to rest you against the desk.
"stop teasing me, dohoonie... you were the horny one anyways..." you huffed, looking away and crossing your arms over your chest, embarrassed as you tried to defend your pride.
"alright, alright, but you wanted this too..." he slowly slid a finger into you as he continued talking. "so wet, my finger slid right in..."
you let out soft breaths, leaning your head against dohoon's wide chest as he fingered you slowly, adding in another finger to help loosen you up.
"shh... stay quiet baby, you wouldn't want someone to walk in on us now, do you? i bet you would like that though," he whispered in your ear as you whimpered, his voice sending shivers down your spine, straight to between your legs.
he sped up his movements, adding in a third finger to stretch you out as much as possible to take him later.
"i cant wait anymore, [name], can i put it in? do you need me to finger you more?" he asked quickly for your consent, not wanting to hurt you in anyway possible, to which you shook your head quickly, begging him to fuck you as soon as possible.
he unzipped his pants, sliding it down enough to pull his cock out of his underwear, using your slick as lube to slide into you smoothly. as soon as he bottomed out inside of you, dohoon lets out a loud groan, looking at where you two are connected with intense eyes.
"youre so tight, are you trying to milk me dry, hm?" he asks a rhetorical question, reaching his hand down to rub your clit slowly. "turn around for me baby, bend over the desk for me."
he slid out of you, turning you around to bend you over in a doggy style position before sliding in again. he began to move his hips, moving quicker and quicker every second, finding a quick rhythm to move his hips to.
"fuck, you feel so good around me..." he cursed, leaning forward and bringing a hand around your throat to pull you back against him, just enough for him to twist his neck to kiss you deeply.
loud pants and skin slapping sounds echoes from the four walls of the room, the locked door not allowing any sounds to travel outside the walls.
"im gonna cum, do you want it inside or outside?" he asked quickly, not halting his movements even after you responded with a soft 'outside'. his thrusts got quicker and sloppier, turning into small humps and less like thrusts with each passing second as he gets closer and closer.
"fuck!" he cursed loudly as he pulled out, spilling all over your back as you orgasmed from his fingers rubbing your clit the entire time. he leaned over, pulling you into a tired kiss as he took his time to breath and rest after that.
he walks away, grabbing a bunch of tissues at the front of the classroom, before walking back and cleaning you off with the tissues.
"you did so well for me, baby. thank you so much for taking care of me," he kissed your cheek and leaves a peck on your lip before pulling your underwear back up and sitting you down on his lap, allowing you to take a short nap, wrapped in his arms ♡
