#han harry june

[kpop-bbg]

[e-changmin]

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[lvlyhao]

『birds of a feather / HARRY JUNE』

a/n: i hope its good??? clearly i listen to way too much billie eilish

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡)

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: ?? none that i can think of ??

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © lvlyhao 2025.

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in harry june’s short life of 21 years, he’s learned quite a lot of things.

he knows how to dance hip-hop, locking, popping, some krumping, some commercial, and some afro-fusion. he knows how to speak two languages. he knows how to sing, rap, choreograph, and make a really good shin ramyun.

harry june thinks he’s smart, and he is. but in those 21 years of life, the moment he’s felt the dumbest so far is when he realized he was in love with you.

it happened too fast. harry tells himself that if he hadn’t been so busy preparing for boys II planet, he might have realized it sooner. and then he would have nipped it in the bud. obviously. logically.

we tell ourselves funny things sometimes.

harry calls you his “birdie.” he never explains to you why, but it’s scribbled in every corner of his journal and in at least five different places on his notes app. the nickname started as a whisper in the back of his mind on the very first day you met.

maybe you’ve heard of “meet-cutes.” they’re that type of first meeting that could easily inspire a hallmark movie or a john green book; the type that makes you think, “gosh, that should be me.” what you and harry june had was... not this.

you don’t even remember what you were reaching for at the convenience store.

it was late and the air smelled musty. the weather outside? impossible to know. the AC seemed to send air coming straight from the north pole, directly down the back of your neck. absolute hell—except, well, hell would have been warmer, at least.

was it ice cream? were you reaching for ice cream?

your eyes scanned the options behind the glass door of the freezer. you could have sworn that entire aisle was empty, and you were not in a hurry. strawberry. chocolate. vanilla. banana.

blueberry, mango—OUCH!

the bonk of your face into the glass door was probably heard across the entire district. loud. resonating. so, so incredibly painful.

you looked over your shoulder with fire in your eyes and the question of “what the f—” already halfway out of your mouth.

your gaze landed on poor harry june, looking like a deer in the headlights.

cute boy, wide-eyed, flushed red at the tips of his ears. carrying an unreasonably big backpack.

yeah. harry june had turned a little too suddenly when he saw a pack of pokémon-themed cookies, and his backpack bumped into your back, making you kiss the glass.

he was trying really hard not to laugh at the redness of your forehead when he stuttered out an apology, while you were trying really hard not to smile.

that was the moment harry june first thought of it: birdie.

the word came suddenly into his brain. everything else was white noise. it was just like how he gets when he thinks of a new move for a choreography.

birdie. birdie. birdie.

a bird. something cute and fluttery that maybe eats fruit and drops seeds.

you. something cute and fluttery that maybe eats fruit-flavored ice cream and dropped the seed of love right into his heart.

huh.

“that’s how girls end up dead.” that’s what your mom would have said if she had seen you that night, 30 minutes later, chatting with the guy from the convenience store. eh, you thought. at least i’ll go while looking at something pretty.

harry june was pretty. and clumsy. his pokémon cookies littered the route you two walked to a nearby park like a korean retelling of hansel and gretel. he also tripped on the sidewalk, but that part is a secret. he made you promise not to laugh.

the first time harry june ever called you “birdie” was when you two parted ways that night, his phone threatening to slip from his fingers when he called out, “bye, bye, birdie!”

back at the dorms, he sat on his bed for way too long, staring at your phone number on his contact list.

the other members realized it right away. what’s her name? when did you meet? how do you even have time to date? you know the manager is gonna kill you, right?

harry june had scoffed. waved them off. turned on his side and went to sleep.

dumb.

from there on out, a lot of things changed. his hair color. the seasons. the worries that plague his mind. but never you. no, never you. you remain in his mind, untouched by time. holy. carved out of fond memories and grocery-store ice cream; his birdie, the one he has to talk to before making another stupid decision.

“the company said we should go,” he mutters, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. the wooden bench creaks when he crosses his ankles. “heechan-hyung and me. it’s a good chance to promote the group.”

“do you want to go?”

harry june wrinkles his nose up like he doesn’t understand the question.

“i should.”

if you knew harry june any less, you’d repeat your question. dig a finger into his side until he squirmed away from you like he always does, and maybe then he’d speak up. instead, you nod.

“you’ll do good, then,” you conclude.

harry june straightens out his bangs, trying to ignore the hand squeezing around his heart.

“you’ll do good.” why do you trust me so much?

he smiles anyway, toothy and unwilling. says: “mhm. i’ll work hard.”

you never realize you’re smiling back at him.

a beat of silence passes. it’s the end of the day, not yet night. your little bubble might just be a parallel dimension hidden in the middle of seoul. why there are almost no cars and nobody jogging, you don’t know—but you do appreciate that the universe has given you some privacy.

“but you won’t work too hard,” you blink up at him. “right?”

harry june only answers in a half-hearted hum. could have been a yes or a no. he doesn’t know for sure himself. whatever you asked went over his head like the wind is doing now.

he’s much more focused on your face.

“you can’t put too much effort into it. you’re already talented. if you actually try, the other trainees won’t stand a chance,” you grin mischievously. the grin falters. “seriously, though, you can’t overdo it. you have to eat well. sleep well. take care of yourself, you know.”

eyes. nose. beauty mark. mouth. mouth that is speaking. mouth that is speaking to me. god.

“what’s this?” harry june muses with a boyish quirk of his eyebrows. “since when do you care about me?”

you let out a puff of air. he feels it on his nose.

“since when? that’s what i get for befriending the weirdo that bumped into me five months ago at a dank 7-eleven—?”

“alright, alright,” harry june giggles, interrupting your playful disbelief. “i guess i knew you care. at least a little.”

his hands, big and much too warm, have found your own at some point. he doesn’t notice. you do.

it happened when a flock of pigeons nearby took flight and you flinched. he hasn’t let go yet, and god knows he doesn’t want to.

you’re his sun. or his moon. or—it doesn’t matter. if harry june was a little more interested in physics he’d know which one has a stronger gravitational pull to the earth (it’s the sun). but it truly, truly does not matter. the only thing that matters is the way he’s been falling closer, millimeter by millimeter. leaning into your orbit. close enough to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, but not close enough.

suddenly, you feel brave.

“it’s not just a little either. it’s a lot-tle. it’s—” you swallow. “i love you. don’t act so surprised.”

well.

to his credit, harry june doesn’t act surprised.

he acts relieved. you’ve just said the three words he’s wanted to hear from your mouth since the day he almost gave you a concussion.

relief tastes a lot like mint when he kisses you.

his hands are shaking—or is it yours? is it both? the tremble traveling up your arms is forgotten the minute his lips move over yours. tentative. soft. deceptively hungry.

with your bottom lip slotted between his own, harry june prays that his breath smells fine. every little inhale fans over your skin because he’s not holding his breath right now. no, he had been holding his breath before. for five months.

your brain is misty when you break the kiss. it could have lasted either five seconds or five minutes. what does it matter? time is not nearly as solid a concept as the way you feel about harry june.

he blinks his eyes open slowly and opens his mouth to say something. probably a joke. i guess you’re not a bird, since you... don’t... have a beak.

dumb.

that little seed you planted inside his chest unfurls. something warm and strong wraps around his ribs, his sternum, grows around his heart. what comes out is:

“stay.”

[b2p-huali]

wc; 1.8k note; english is bold, chinese is italics, korean is normal a/n; this took me a VERY long time. I hope you guys enjoy it.

ꪻhe sleek black van hummed steadily down the driveway to the planet c complex. the building ahead glittered under the morning sun, sleek glass reflecting the wide steps and the massive red-and-blue planet c logo. inside, the air was charged with nervous energy. only two girls sat in the back: chen huali and liu mingyue.

huali fiddled with the strap of her bag, a small nervous flutter in her chest she tried to ignore. her hoodie was bright blue, slightly oversized, and she tugged it around her shoulders as though it could shield her from the attention waiting outside. she smiled faintly at mingyue, tip of her tongue peeking out in a small, playful gesture.

mingyue’s leg bounced under the seat. “can you believe it? we’re literally the first girls from planet c to arrive. everyone’s eyes are going to be on us,” she whispered, half excited, half panicked.

huali laughed softly, a little breathy, almost nervous, but warm. “they’re going to stare anyway. we just… have to be ourselves.”

mingyue blinked. “you’re actually calm… for now.”

huali shrugged, cheeks pinkening faintly. “i mean… i'm a little nervous,” she admitted quietly, twirling a loose strand of freshly dyed ginger hair around her finger. “but we’ve got this. together.”

mingyue grinned. “together.”

the van doors clicked open, and the staff ushered them forward. huali’s sneakers tapped lightly against the polished concrete, and she felt mingyue’s hand brush hers for a brief second as they walked side by side. a small comforting gesture.

“right this way,” one of the staff called, guiding them through a maze of hallways that smelled faintly of disinfectant and new paint. the cameras followed automatically, though the walls were high enough that the trainees couldn’t yet see the main arena.

huali kept her eyes forward, taking in the clean, minimalist surroundings. there was nothing flashy yet, just sleek doors, buzzing lights, and the quiet hum of a building that had seen countless trainees pass through it. her stomach fluttered again, a little nervous, but she pushed it down with a small grin.

mingyue glanced at her, whispering, “i feel like we’re being led into the lion’s den or something.”

huali laughed softly, the sound melodic and light, slightly teasing. “if it’s a lion’s den, then we better look cute while we’re at it.”

mingyue rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head. “you’re ridiculous.”

the staff opened a plain-looking door, and they stepped into the waiting room. the space was simple: two rows of chairs along the walls, a few small tables stacked with bottles of water, and a large monitor mounted on one side. the room smelled faintly of air freshener and something metallic from the building’s ventilation.

huali lowered herself onto a chair, her bag still slung over one shoulder. she swung her legs lightly, her foot tapping a quiet rhythm. mingyue plopped down beside her, leaning forward on her knees, hands clasped tightly together.

huali tilted her head, smiling softly at her. the small flicker of her tongue peeked out, playful and unguarded. “deep breaths,” she said quietly, more to herself than to mingyue, though mingyue smiled at the gesture.

mingyue whispered, “i don’t think i could ever stay this calm. You’re insane.”

huali shrugged, a blush rising faintly on her cheeks. “i’m not calm. i’m… aware.” her voice was light, teasing, but there was honesty behind it. she glanced at the monitor on the wall, her dark eyes sparkling. “also… it’s kinda fun being first.”

mingyue laughed nervously. “fun? more like terrifying.”

they sat side by side, holding hands to push away the nerves that crept up. huali’s foot tapped faster for a moment, betraying her nerves again, but she let it slide. she leaned back, hands on her bag, still smiling, still approachable. a trainee entering the room wouldn’t guess that her stomach was fluttering or that her fingers occasionally twitched in anticipation.

on the monitor, the names of all trainees scrolled by slowly, though huali barely glanced at it. she was more focused on the small details: the hum of the lights, the pattern of the tiles on the floor.

the walls were lined with screens and motivational posters, but one wall in particular caught huali’s attention.

it was covered from floor to ceiling with handwritten notes, encouraging messages, and doodles from past trainees—little bursts of energy frozen in ink. “you can do it!” one read in bold letters. another: “smile, it’s your stage.” the notes were in every language, scrawled with different pens and colors.

huali slowed her pace, eyes scanning each phrase. mingyue paused beside her, tilting her head to read a particularly bubbly note.

“wow… this is cute.” mingyue whispered. “i kinda wanna write something.”

huali’s fingers hovered over a pen tucked into her bag. her chest fluttered slightly. she pulled it out, walked over to a blank space, and knelt just enough to write. her handwriting was neat, deliberate, and playful.

“take a deep breath and smile! hwaiting!”

she stood back and read it aloud softly, a tiny grin tugging at her lips, tip of her tongue peeking ever so slightly. a warmth bloomed in her chest, nerves easing just a little.

mingyue bounced on her toes, grabbing a marker of her own. She wrote in a careful and deliberate manner, “don’t be nervous! enjoy the stage!”

she looked up at huali, whose eyes sparkled with that little playful energy. huali gave her a small nod, a soft smile, and they stepped back together to admire their messages among the colorful wall.

soon , staff appeared again, motioning them forward. the hallway opened up into a wider backstage area. mirrors lined one wall, reflecting trainees stretching, fixing hair, adjusting outfits. voices overlapped: soft chatter, laughter, warm greetings between familiar faces. some trainees were seasoned, having danced and sung professionally before, their presence commanding even in a casual stance.

huali and mingyue followed closely behind the staff, keeping their pace steady. their hearts thumped a little faster. mingyue whispered, “okay… deep breaths.”

huali inhaled slowly. shoulders back. smile gentle but confident. a playful tip of her tongue peeked again.

as they passed, a few of the kpop experienced trainees glanced up, nodding slightly. huali responded with a soft, polite smile, keeping her gaze calm.

then, her eyes caught him.

a boy standing a few feet away, wearing a flowy white shirt and a black choker, was adjusting his hair. his movements were smooth, effortless, yet there was an intensity in the way he scanned the room. huali froze for a moment, a quiet flutter of nerves in her chest. not fear—just curiosity.

he met her gaze briefly. huali gave a slight nod, a tiny greeting.

he returned it with the faintest shy smile, his eyes flicking away to finish what he was doing, but the silent exchange lingered.

mingyue nudged her gently, whispering, “don’t get distracted… first rehearsal. focus.”

huali blinked, a quiet laugh slipping out, almost to herself. “i’m focused,” she murmured, though her gaze lingered on him for just a heartbeat longer before she followed mingyue further backstage.

the room buzzed around them: seasoned trainees stretching, practicing lines, moving with confidence only experience could give. huali and mingyue slipped into the rhythm, quietly taking it all in, a mix of nerves and excitement flowing through both of them.

huali thought ‘this is it. first real step. time to show them who we are.’

meanwhile, the other trainees turned to look at the screen that said

‘all star seats.. belong to the kpop experienced trainees… experienced and amateur, please empty the all star seats now.’ some trainees grumbled in protest but still moved.

the door slowly opened revealing the kpop experienced trainees. they slowly walked in. gasps of envy and mesmerization filled the room. the staff guided the rest of the planet c trainees in, and one by one, the room filled with 87 trainees in total. soon, the k-pop experienced trainees—huali and mingyue included—settled into their seats, the aura of confidence among them noticeable. huali chose an all-star seat, careful not to draw unnecessary attention while still showing her presence, and mingyue slipped in right beside her.

a voice echoed through the room, steady and commanding:

“eighty-seven trainees, welcome to boys2planet. this place burns with passion, ambition, and the drive to be on top.”

the room’s energy shifted as the words sank in. some trainees fidgeted nervously, others straightened with determination. huali’s fingers tapped lightly on her knees, a tiny nervous flutter beneath her poised exterior.

“this time, boys2planet isn’t just one planet,” the voice continued. “there are two. you are on planet c. meanwhile, planet k begins its journey in a separate space.”

the screen at the front flickered, revealing a mirrored room bathed in cool blue light. planet k. trainees waved from their seats, some smiling, some posing playfully. planet c waved back, excitement buzzing among the newcomers.

huali leaned slightly toward mingyue, whispering, “looks like they’re going to merge the planets eventually.”

mingyue shrugged, smiling softly. “maybe. either way… we just focus on today.”

“only the trainees who survive to the end will reach the top and achieve their dream of debut,” the voice continued, dramatic and heavy.

gasps and whispers ran through the room, the stakes hitting everyone at once. huali let out a small, amused laugh under her breath, her fingers brushing her bag strap. dramatic much? she thought, though the tiniest flutter of nerves remained, sharpening her focus.

the lights brightened, signaling the next reveal: the masters of boys2planet.

huali and mingyue rose slightly, along with the other k-pop experienced trainees, excitement bubbling under their professional composure.

“vocal master, hyolyn.”

mingyue’s eyes sparkled. "i’m literally fangirling inside,” she whispered.

huali giggled softly, fists brought lightly to her mouth. “She’s… so pretty,” she murmured, tip of her tongue teasing just slightly.

“vocal master, one star.”

huali tilted her head. she didn’t recognize him immediately, but the calm professionalism in his presence made her curious.

“dance master, baek kooyoung.”

huali’s eyes flicked, recognition sparking faintly. she’d heard of him before—a name in the circles she’d trained in.

“dance master, jrick.”

recognition bloomed in both huali and mingyue. jrick. of course.

“dance master, xiaoting.”

the room erupted into noise. trainees whispered, gasped, some cheering quietly.

“oh my god, it’s THE xiaoting, lili!” mingyue squealed, lightly slapping huali’s thigh.

“okay, okay! stop! that actually hurts!” huali laughed, moving just slightly away.

“rap master, justhis.”

huali’s voice was soft, teasing: “wow… mister swag himself.”

“and finally, chief master, kim jaejoong.”

mingyue froze slightly, eyes wide. “kim jaejoong? “wait… he’s our chief master?”

huali smiled faintly, chest fluttering just enough to feel alive. “looks like we’re in for quite a ride,” she said softly.

the masters introduced the class evaluation test, explaining again that trainees who failed to earn even one star would be terminated and forced to leave immediately. panic rippled through the room—wide-eyed stares, whispered prayers, hands gripping chairs—but huali let herself stay composed, a playful glint in her eyes.

the announcer’s voice cut through:

“the class test now begins.”

huali adjusted her hoodie, took a steady breath, and smiled—tip of her tongue teasing ever so slightly. you can do it, she told herself. today wasn’t just another rehearsal. this was the start of everything.

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[0suninjune0]

DKB as where they like to kiss you post sex :

Advisory : this content is 18+ and nsfw . Please continue with warning .

This is just my opinion please let me know if you have a different opinion about any of the members .

Changmin / E-chan :on your pussy

Not even in a sexual way just little pecks on it while you guys are cuddling after sex he just likes to lay on your lap and leave little kisses on it .

He would just be laying between you legs after cleaning you up and leaving tiny kisses on it holding you close and saying sweet things to you while he is waiting for you to come back to the world after a particularly rough session .

Dongil / D1 :lips

He loves kissing your lips he loves feeling close and romantic. He likes the feeling very close to you after sex specially if you guys had a scene so kissing your lips non sexually and just dropping little pecks will help him with his after care , he is super sweet and loving after sex so soft kisses and lots of praises is definitely something he would do .

He is a little romantic and so loves to show off his love as much as possible and a simple kiss is always the perfect kiss for him . He definitely does go between rough and romantic sex a lot and so the best way for him to always show off his love to his partner regardless of how rough they were is just a simple kiss on the lips .

Gwanghyun / Gk: on your temple

He loves loves his partner so he loves giving you everything that shows you how much you mean to him . He loves to show off his love and being intimate with the his partner. And he is definitely even more loving and emotional when it comes to after sex so something sweet and special like a forehead kiss is definitely needed.

Heechan: neck

Biggest lover boy and I think he would love neck kisses a lot , he is the type to love to drop little kisses on his partner’s neck and feel them get a lot more excited. But also the biggest brat you will ever meet in bed so he definitely will enjoy teasing you and trying to turn you on a lot by give my you a lot and a lot of neck kisses .

Lune : you face specially nose and cheeks

you face specially nose and cheeks he is a sap and he loves giving you attention and affection. Specially after sex he just wants you two spend hours cuddling and feeling comfortable together .

Junseo - belly (specially lower belly )

In my head canon of him he has the biggest breeding kink known to mankind and as a result almost every time he finishes he likes to think he have impregnated his partner so he definitely loves kissing his partner’s belly after .

And the moment he is sure you are pregnant he is going to spend hours and hours by your belly and drop a lot of small kisses with lots of love and care and hug your belly .

He would also give you so many forehead kisses in between and say “a kiss for my love and kiss for my baby “ :

Yuku - shoulder

He would love to hold his partner close and just leave tiny kisses on their shoulder , something sweet and cute nothing too rough . Always following with sweet words and cute little expressions.

Overall I see yuku as being a little more freaky in bed so for after care he does enjoy something soft and loving , nothing too harsh or anything that will turn you on again so little gestures like shoulder kisses are definitely something he enjoys as a form of after care .

Harry June - between your tits

He is a horny horny boy no matter how long you guys go for he will still be leaving kisses between your tits , moving down and just kissing you everywhere until you are wet enough and juts gets between your legs to eat you out and start all over again .

He is a boob guy so for him to stay away for too long is almost impossible, he has to be touching or marking or fucking your tits at any given time . He overall loves the feeling of playing with his partner’s tits regardless of gender . He is also a little shit(very very lovingly) and enjoys seeing how much of an effect he can have on his partner so he definitely will be enjoying the effect he has on you .

[keisgirl]

reckless; han harry june

bruh i love harry june wtf

you used to believe in him the way people believe in miracles. softly. fully. without question.

back when it was just the two of you in borrowed time, you told yourself you’d be enough. enough to fill the cracks between his schedules, enough to be his safe place when the world demanded too much.

but dreams don’t wait for anyone, and his came with a contract.

the company never knew about you. they couldn’t. he said it so gently that night, with his hand trembling around yours, we’ll just keep it ours, okay? only us. no one else has to know.

and you believed him. you believed, even when his eyes stopped holding yours as long as they used to. you believed, even when he started speaking to you like a stranger he couldn’t risk knowing too well.

sometimes you replay it in your head, that first time you heard him sing on stage. the cheers, the way his name carried like it belonged to the whole world. he didn’t look at you in the crowd—of course he didn’t—but for a second, you convinced yourself he did.

and god, it hurt. because for everyone else, he was han harry june, the idol, the performer, the dream.

but for you, he was the boy who left ramen bowls in your sink, the boy who fell asleep on your shoulder on subway rides home, the boy who whispered promises into your hair like prayers.

so when did you stop being enough?

one night, scrolling through fan posts, you catch it: a clip of him laughing, bright and easy, when asked what keeps him going through hard days.

the members, he says, without hesitation. always the members. they’re everything.

and maybe it shouldn’t have shattered you. maybe it’s normal, maybe it’s safe. but it does. because you remember nights where he used to say you’re the only thing holding me together.

and now? you don’t even make the list.

“harry,” you try one night, his hoodie pulled over his head, his face pale from practice, “do you ever think about us? i mean, about what we’re doing?”

he exhales, long, tired, like the weight of the world has settled on his chest. “not now. please. not tonight.”

but what he doesn’t say speaks louder than anything he could: that you’ve become something heavy. that love, the kind you gave him freely, doesn’t fit in the life he’s built anymore.

and still, you stay. because love like this doesn’t ask if it’s killing you..it just keeps you in place, like an echo you can’t turn off.

[rainyrefrain]

harry june is safe!!!!!!!!

[imonbbe]

question keep dancing in my head