Helloooo! I saw your profile and it's really beautiful!!! Your writing is also some of the best I've seen đđ so if it's not too much trouble I wanted to see if you could write something that came to me last night while I couldn't sleep hehe; English:I thought about a kind of mini story of Yeon sieun x fem reader, where the reader likes Sieun and he knows it but he doesn't feel anything for her, she insisted a lot, she was one of those adorable girls who do everything to conquer her crush, he rejected her a lot, every gift, hug, words but she never gave up (she was very optimistic)... Until one day, there was a moment that made Sieun get really upset with her and she said hurtful things that affected our sweet reader o(âĽďšâĽ) Today she no longer looked as bright as ever, but more depressed and somewhat sad, and she no longer talks to Sieun because of what happened, although she did apologize to him (if you want you can add extra scenes like: a jealous Sieun now seeing the reader talking happily with another boy and realizing that maybe he is liking her because he misses her company... :3) just make the two of them end up together, okay? Thank you so much, I love you â§ďźâŚ đ
Until your light returns
Contains: Affection, teasing, playful banter, light intensity, dependency, subtle romantic tension. Pairing: Sieun x reader Word Count: ~560 TW: Playful teasing, dependency, non-stop talking
⢠She had always been persistent, sweet, with that spark that could brighten any room. Every day, she tried to get closer to Yeon Sieun: notes in his locker, small gifts, jokes, smiles meant to catch his attention.
⢠Sieun noticed, of course. He knew she liked him, but he didnât feel the same. Calm and serious, he kept a certain distance, though his limits werenât always clear to her.
⢠Until one day, everything changed. She surprised him with another small gift and a note, full of her usual optimism. For the first time, Sieunâs patience broke.
âEnough! âhe snappedâ. I donât like you! I never will! Why canât you just understand?
⢠His words hit like a punch. She, always cheerful and optimistic, froze. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to smile but couldnât.
âSieun⌠âshe whispered, voice trembling, barely audible.
âDo you want the truth? âhe continued, coldâ. Iâm tired of your nonsense. Everything you do⌠it annoys me. Youâll never change that!
⢠And he walked away. She stayed there, heart heavy, for the first time feeling her light dim. She stopped leaving notes, joking, approaching him. Her laughter grew quieter, and sadness started creeping in.
⢠Weeks passed. Sieun noticed the change, but he didnât know how to react. He saw her laughing with other boys, interacting, enjoying herself⌠and a feeling he hadnât expected consumed him: he missed her more than he wanted to admit. Every gesture of hers that didnât include him hurt.
⢠One day, he finally decided to act. He found her alone under a tree, reading, looking distant. He sat down in front of her, unsure how to start.
ââŚHi âhe said, lowâ. Can we⌠talk for a moment?
⢠She looked at him warily. Still hurt by his words, she couldnât ignore that his tone felt different, less cold, more genuine.
âYes âshe said, with a sigh.
âI know I hurt you âhe began, avoiding her eyesâ. What I said⌠it was too much. It wasnât fair, and Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have said those things.
⢠He paused, swallowing his words before continuing:
âIâve noticed⌠it affects me to see you happy with others, and I realize something I didnât want to admit⌠I miss you. I didnât know how much until you stepped away.
⢠Her chest tightened hearing him. His words werenât a rushed âI love you,â but they were sincere, filled with the honesty he usually avoided.
ââŚI miss you too âshe whispered, barely admitting it.
⢠From that moment, things slowly started to rebuild. Sieun didnât make exaggerated love declarations, but he began showing affection through small, real gestures:
Walking together, hands brushing occasionally.
Helping with everyday things: grabbing something she couldnât reach, opening doors, offering his jacket if it was cold.
Small jokes, shared smiles, comfortable silences just being together.
Glances that lingered slightly longer than necessary, saying more than words could.
⢠Every encounter was slow and careful. She remained cautious but started noticing that he cared, that he paid attention, and even if he didnât say âI love you,â his actions spoke volumes.
⢠One day, after a long practice, he came over and rested a hand on her shoulder, simple but meaningful.
âI donât want this to happen again âhe said seriouslyâ. I donât want you to step away like that again.
⢠She nodded, a mix of relief and caution:
âI know⌠but I need to see that things really change.
âI will âhe repliedâ. Not just with words. Iâll show you, in my own way.
⢠Over time, they grew closer. Sieun stayed serious and reserved, but there were real gestures of closeness: walking silently together, looking at each other without needing words, supporting each other during hard times, sharing small laughs naturally.
⢠Finally, after weeks of rebuilding, they met in the park at sunset. They sat on a bench quietly. He glanced at her with his usual seriousness:
âNo, I donât want to lose this again âhe said, voice low but firm, measured, not forced.
âNor do I âshe replied, letting out a soft sigh and leaning her head slightly on his shoulderâ. Being next to you⌠even in silence, it feels right.
⢠They stayed like that for a while, listening to the wind, the distant sounds of the park. There were no big declarations, no exaggerated gestures. The silence between them held meaning, full of trust and understanding. Every small touch, every subtle movement spoke louder than words.
⢠Slowly, he slid his hand over hers, just barely, and she intertwined her fingers with his. It wasnât a dramatic momentâit was simply a quiet reminder that they were there for each other.
⢠She smiled, not like before with exaggerated excitement, but with calm reassurance. He returned a slight, almost imperceptible smile, loaded with significance.
⢠That evening, they left the bench, walking together naturally, step by step, letting time guide them. No grand promises, only tiny moments: shared glances, comfortable silences, soft laughter, and the quiet certainty of mutual trust.
⢠Over time, their relationship continued to grow in this way: slowly, realistically, full of care and small acts of thoughtfulness. They supported each other through tough days, celebrated small victories, teased gently, and learned that true connection doesnât need to be loudâit only needs to be present, patient, and steady.
⢠And so, after misunderstandings and hurt, distance and remorse, they found their balance. A safe space where they could just be themselves, where they could laugh, cry, or simply exist together.
⢠It wasnât overly sweet, it wasnât exaggeratedâbut it was enough. Real, tender, true. Their relationship flourished, step by step, day by day, like everything worth keeping: with patience, care, and the quiet reassurance that, finally, they were togetherâwithout fear, without rush, just the two of them.
Authorâs Note: Thank you so much for your kind words, my dear đ. I hope you enjoy the story! If thereâs anything youâd like me to change or add, donât hesitate to tell meâIâm happy to make adjustments. Your feedback means a lot to me!
