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Can you make a Han jihoon audio? (from tws) Maybe like rough sex, only if your comfortable though
jihoon smut audio
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𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𓈒 0:57 ┄┄┄┄
➷ 𐃬𐃬 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𓍢
sub! jihoon , skin slapping sounds , moaning , quiet talking
➥ 𐃬𐃬 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𓍢
idk anything about tws nor what this guy sounds like.. so im kinda just freeballing and going off of one clip of him talking lmfao sorry this isnt rlly rough and sorry if this wasnt what u wanted
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any tws gifs? Idm any member <33
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kim dohoon x reader ✶ pictures tws send you of dohoon! au ✶ smau! ✶ crack/fluff ✶ warnings: mentions of killing&kicking, language, jihoon and shinyu are man stealers and youngjae's in a situationship and dohoon might be becoming a farmer
other versions: hanjin ✶ jihoon ✶ youngjae ✶ kyungmin ✶ shinyu
song rec: genuinely have overdrive by tws repeatedly playing in my head rn ! its so peak i love the tws genre pls never stop making peak blue glitter pen songs i love my blue tws <3
my note: happily birthday to this cutieful angtal expert ! omg i love you kim dohoon and your sulking habit. were a few days late but like who's even expecting hafs to be on time at this point 😔 happy late birthday to the sulky ddongkangaji and TWS NEW COMEBACK LETS GOOOO!!!
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7.6k | oneshot | (idol) youngjae x emotionally avoidant!reader
warnings + add info: dependable youngjae, talkative reader, mentions eating/food, based in seoul, feat tws members
synopsis: you’re really good at keeping it together. everyone always sees the polished, put-together side of you. after all, that was your goal; showing weakness isn’t part of the plan. but along the way, you start to realize that your best friend youngjae sees you better than anyone, and more than you thought. suddenly, you’re overthinking every moment where he’s just there, and you don’t know how to act. when did his presence start to feel like something you could lose when you let your feelings get in the way? but the more you pull back, the harder it becomes to pretend he’s just a friend. will you open your heart at the expense of your friendship, or will you be able to resist taking that risk?
author's note: idrk how to feel about this one tbh but it's been sitting in my drafts for so long i figured it was about time to post it. any feedback or support means a lot!
© yjaeswrld 2026
You don’t remember falling asleep, but you wake to the distant sound of cars passing outside and the rustling of takeout containers. One minute you’d been sitting on the couch, telling yourself you’d just rest your eyes while you waited for Youngjae to get off work. The next thing you knew, you were out.
Your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. When you glance down, you notice a blanket tucked snugly around you. His, probably.
You shift, and that’s when you see him. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against the couch as he took out his takeout dinner. Kimchi jeon this time. The overhead lights are off and replaced by the soft glow of a lamp close by. He must’ve changed it so it wouldn’t bother you.
You push yourself up on your elbows, and the blanket slips a little. Youngjae looks back immediately as if he’s been tuned to you even in the background.
“Oh sorry,” he says gently. “Did I wake you?”
You shake your head, still hazy. “What time is it?”
“It’s late,” he responds with a small smile. “You were out cold. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
You sit up properly and tuck your legs under the blanket.
“You should’ve,” you mumble. “I probably drooled on your couch.”
He lets out a quiet huff of laughter. “You did.”
“I’m kidding,” he says after seeing your expression. “You looked peaceful.”
He reaches over to ruffle your hair and up close, you notice the faint tiredness under his eyes.
“Do you need help?” you ask automatically.
“I’d much rather you sleep, you workaholic,” he laughs.
You snort. “I’m literally not.”
“I know,” he says, but in that tone that clearly means I know it’s not true.
“Come here,” he adds, patting the spot beside him on the floor.
You slide off the couch and settle next to him, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders. Filling the quiet is second nature for you, and you start rambling about your day. Like always, he listens.
—
You wake up somewhere unfamiliar, or at least your brain thinks so for half a second. Sunlight filters through the curtains, and the warmth radiates into the room. You blink as your eyes try to adjust to the light. It takes you a second, but you sit right up.
Hold on. Why am I still at Youngjae’s?
You groan, flopping back onto the couch. Right. You must have fallen asleep again when you were sitting with Youngjae. You rub your eyes in embarrassment, then glance at the clock.
8:45 am.
Shoot. You were so going to be late for work. You kick off the blanket and rush to the bathroom as you brush your hair with your fingers. You splash cold water on your face in an attempt to wake up. You don’t even fully process your reflection before you’re back out, speed-walking into the living room.
“Hey, sorry for crashing the night,” you say when you see Youngjae walking out of his room.
“All good, don’t even worry,” he responds.
You nod, but in your head, you’re already going through a mental checklist of your schedule for the day as you grab your bag.
Okay, so meeting at ten, I have to send that doc first, Yoonchae’s going to forget the file so I need to remind her, and I still haven’t –
Youngjae’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Don’t forget to eat something,” he reminds you as you put on your coat.
“I will.”
You most likely won’t.
He knows that too, but pushing just makes you deflect harder, so he doesn’t argue.
“You’re the best, bye! Don’t be late for your thing either!” you yell as you rush out the door.
He watches you go with a soft shake of his head.
—
By noon, you’ve already lived three days’ worth of work. You finally collapse into a chair in the break room and open your phone to text Youngjae.
you: BRO today is insane i’ve basically walked the entirety of this building and it’s only noon
yoje: have you eaten
you: does an iced coffee count
A second later, he sends a photo. A full meal with rice, protein, and vegetables. Probably his. You roll your eyes but smile.
you: okay, okay, i got it
This time, you actually take up his advice for once and make your way to grab something to eat.
—
The afternoon drags. You’re running on caffeine and adrenaline when your phone screen lights up
yoje: practice is almost finished wanna come by for a sec if ur free?
You stare at the screen. You’re exhausted. You still have things to do, and putting them off only meant more work for tomorrow, which was already packed. Still.
you: on my way
Twenty minutes later, you’re pushing open the practice room door, slightly out of breath but smiling anyway.
Youngjae’s finishing the last run-through, chest rising and falling as the music cuts. He looks wiped, but when he sees you, his face brightens.
“Hey,” he says between breaths. “I didn’t expect you to actually show up.”
“Who said I’m here for you?” you tease. “I haven’t seen your members in forever. Obviously I came to say hi.”
Before he can respond,
“(Name)!!” Jihoon calls, jogging over from the other side of the practice room, where he was conversing with the choreographer. “You finally remembered we exist?”
You gasp dramatically. “Excuse you, I’m booked and busy, okay?”
Hanjin bursts out into laughter, and the other members gravitate over. They ask you about your life, your job, how you’ve been. You ask about their comeback and how they’ve been managing the chaos of idol life. Through Youngjae, you became pretty close with the members, especially Hanjin, who was your age, which made it easy to get along.
Youngjae watches from the back, smiling and shaking his head at his members’ antics. He notices your mannerisms. The way you roll your shoulders when you think no one’s looking. How your laugh sounds slightly more tired and breathless than usual. But he lets you have this.
Eventually, everyone heads out as their voices fade down the hall until it’s just the two of you.
“Aren’t you tired?” Youngjae asks lightly. “I thought you were probably too busy to come.”
You shrug. “I had time. And plus, I’m always busy anyway. It keeps me occupied. I thought it’d be nice to stop by, even if it’s just for a bit.”
He nods at you and glances away for a second.
“You should at least spend some time for yourself,” he says quietly. You don’t catch it. You’re already talking about something else.
You walk together to the convenience store, share snacks, and sit outside for a bit. When it’s time to split, he watches until you turn the corner.
Your phone buzzes as you unlock your apartment door.
yoje: text me when you get home
You type back immediately.
you: home
A small smile tugs at your lips as you slip your phone back into your pocket.
—
A few days later, you wake up to chaos. Your bag’s half open, and your hair is still damp from the shower you barely had time for. You’re rushing across your room while your phone rings for the fifth time on your desk.
You already know who it is. Yoonchae.
The ringtone stops. A second later, your screen lights up with a message.
yoonchip: Unnie where are you? I’m covering for you rn but idk when boss will realize
yoonchip: Come quick!!
You wince. You’re late. Again. Which makes sense, considering you had stayed up to finish some work.
And somehow, that’s not even the worst of it. You miss the bus and have to wait for the next one to arrive, and once it does, you stand pressed between strangers while your boss’s disappointed look replays in your head on loop. You spill coffee on your sleeve ten minutes before a meeting. A project you stayed up late finishing gets sent back with red comments all over it.
Tasks keep piling up faster than you can finish them. By lunch, you’re too stressed to eat. But you still smile and joke with coworkers. I got it, don’t worry, you say, even when you’re not sure if you do. By evening, you’re too drained to feel anything but exhaustion.
You don’t check your phone until you’re finally leaving, and that’s when you see Youngjae’s text.
yoje: do u wanna get dinner tgt after work
You stare at it for a second, then type back.
you: sure
His response comes minutes later.
yoje: same place as usual?
you hearted the message
—
The bell jingles when you push the door open. You and Youngjae always go to this restaurant when neither of you has the energy to actually plan something.
Youngjae looks up the second you step inside. He’s already sitting with two glasses of water on the table. You slide into the seat and drop your bag beside you with less grace than usual.
He takes one look at you and nudges the water to you. “Drink first.”
Wordlessly, you obey. That’s how he knows. He could tell you were tired. Overworked, most likely.
“Long day?” he asks.
You shrug. “It’s fine.”
As if he knew you so well, he asks, “Did you eat today?”
You hesitate half a second too long.
He just nods once, waves for the server, and orders your usual for you.
Your brain couldn’t help but replay everything that happened. The words spill out eventually, and you retell what happened during the day. Missing the bus. The coffee accident. How embarrassed you felt looking at the comments on your project. You laugh once or twice like it’s not bothering you at all.
“That sounds exhausting,” he replies gently.
The food finally arrives, with the steam curling into the air. He slides the bowl closer to you. You take a bite, and the warmth settles into you.
“You care a lot,” he says after a moment. “That’s why days like this hit harder for you.”
You stare at your spoon. “I just don’t want to seem annoying about it.”
“You’re not,” he says simply. “And our brains are bad at perspective when we’re tired. Everything feels bigger than it actually is.”
You nod, focusing on eating, and he changes the topic smoothly.
When you step outside into the cool evening air, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders before you can protest. And for the first time all day, the pressure feels lifted off of your shoulders, at least for now.
—
The night air is cooler by the time you two walk home, and you shiver, instinctively tugging his jacket closer around yourself.
You and him talked the whole way, though it was mostly you. About having to do damage control for a coworker who almost sent an email to the wrong client. About him filming extra content for TWS to prepare for comeback promotions. About anything and everything on both of your minds.
At one point, you step off the curb too early and wobble from exhaustion more than clumsiness. His hand is on your arm instantly, steadying you.
“Careful,” he says, fingers pressing briefly against your sleeve before he lets go.
You grin like it’s nothing. “It’s okay, I’m good.”
But you’re suddenly very aware of where he touched you. How warm his fingers were. How fast he had reached out to grab you. How natural it felt. How you kind of wish he hadn’t let go so fast.
You paused for less than a second, just enough to register the thought. Youngjae doesn’t notice. But your heart is beating faster than ever.
—
You don’t even remember agreeing to come over, but somehow, you’re unlocking his door ten minutes later like it’s muscle memory.
“Make yourself at home,” he says as he takes off his shoes.
“I basically live here at this point,” you joke.
You follow Youngjae into the living room, and you both settle on the couch. The TV is on, but neither of you are really watching. Some low-stakes variety show plays in the background, and their laughter fills the spaces between your words. You’re curled on one end of the couch with your legs tucked under you. He’s on the other hand, facing you.
At some point, your words start to slow. Not because you’re done talking, but because you’re genuinely so exhausted your body starts conserving energy on autopilot.
He glances over. “Battery died?”
“Just a little tired.”
“Mhm,” he says. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”
Silence settles as you both direct your attention back to the screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him without meaning to. He doesn’t notice.
When the episode finishes, you both agree to turn the TV off. Youngjae leans his head back against the couch and stares up at the ceiling. You’re close enough now that your shoulders are almost touching.
“You know,” he says quietly. “I like days when you end up here.”
You blink, but you recover quickly, taking it as an opportunity to tease him. “That’s because I’m so entertaining.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
You look at him then.
“It’s just, I don’t know, easier when you’re around. Feels normal.”
Normal. He means well. He’s saying he’s comfortable around you. You freeze. Because it doesn’t feel casual to you. It feels big. It feels like a line being crossed without either of you meaning to. Your stomach feels like it’s falling.
You try to laugh. “Wow, I didn’t know my chatter was therapeutic.”
He lets out a laugh, but he doesn’t take it back. “You know what I mean.”
And the scary thing is, you do. But you don’t think Youngjae knows the effect his words have on you.
For once, your chest tightens in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion or work. Slowly, you realize that this is starting to feel like something you could get used to. Like something you want. And that never ends well for you.
You push yourself up too fast. “I should probably go home before I fully move in.”
Youngjae tilts his head, frowning slightly. “You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.”
I know. That’s what makes it dangerous.
You grab your bag, already halfway to the door and plastering a smile back onto your face.
“It’s really okay. I have to head in for work tomorrow anyways. You have practice.”
He doesn’t stop you, but he does follow you to the door like always.
As you leave, a million thoughts run through your head. But for the first time, it became clear as ever. You like him. And that terrifies you more than anything.
—
The next weekend, the TWS members somehow convinced you to go to karaoke with Youngjae and them. Shinyu and Dohoon are in the middle of simultaneously belting and acting out some dramatic ballad. You sit beside Youngjae as you watch the others make absolute fools of themselves.
“How was your day?” he asks.
You launch into a story about running into an old friend while stopping by the post office. Then how your favorite snack was sold out when you stopped at a convenience store. You wait for him to continue the conversation. A joke, maybe. But when you glance over, he’s just looking at you.
“What?” you ask defensively. “Do I have something on my face?”
He shakes his head. “No, I was just thinking.”
“That’s dangerous,” you say sarcastically.
“You know you can drop the act around me, right?”
You pause. “What do you mean?”
“Like, I don’t know, I just feel like, even when you’re tired or stressed, you still do this.” He gestures vaguely toward you. “The jokes, the stories, the ‘I’m fine’ front you keep putting up.”
You force your smile to stay. “I am fine.”
Youngjae doesn’t argue. He just nods once, like he expected that answer.
“I know you can handle things,” he says. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to handle everything alone. Not with me, especially since we’ve known each other for so long.”
Your breath catches in your throat, but you swallow it down. He looks back toward the others, where Kyungmin is now dancing wildly to Girls Generation.
“Just saying,” he adds.
The room erupts into laughter at Kyungmin’s performance, but the noise sounds distant, as if you're underwater while everyone else is floating above the surface.
Because he’s right. He sees you more clearly than you let anyone else. That should feel comforting; he’s always been someone you could rely on. Instead, it feels terrifying.
On instinct, you open your mouth to start another conversation to fill up the space. But the words die in your throat because you realize you’re about to prove his point. And you don’t know what to do.
So you pull back. Because of course, it’s easier to avoid and suffer than it is to face the issue head-on.
—
Monday. Youngjae texts you while you’re finishing lunch. You stare at his name longer than you should. Your thumb hovers over the screen as you type a reply, delete it, then type it again. Eventually, you respond.
you: sorry, busy today and didn’t get a chance to check my phone
You hit send. It’s not really a lie. You are busy. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from creeping in anyway.
A few minutes later, his reply came.
yoje: okay, don’t forget to take a break
Of course, that’s al he says. He didn’t mean to, but it makes you feel worse. You weren’t supposed to feel bad. It’s just a text. But still, you do.
Tuesday. You cancel dinner plans. Just once. And for a valid reason, too. Your boss had invited you to a work dinner with a client.
you: can’t make it tonight, sorry. my boss invited me to dinner with that client i told you about. wish i could cancel but my boss will actually kill me this time
yoje: all good, have fun!
He sounds genuinely supportive, but you hate disappointing him all the same.
Wednesday. He texts to see if you want to grab coffee after work. You’re swamped, but normally, you’d find a way. You always used to. Not this time. You hesitate, then hit send.
you: maybe another time, sorry! super swamped rn
yoje: haha dw. don’t forget to rest
You wish you could rest. But for his sake, you don’t say anything back.
Thursday.
yoje: hanjin says we’re preparing for shinyu’s bday surprise if u wanna stop by dorms later tonight. shinyu has a schedule so he won’t be there
You stare at the message for a full minute. It’s been almost a week since you saw him in person, and you’re running out of excuses to avoid him. Your fingers move before you can overthink it.
you: sure, i’ll be there!
Any message from you feels like it’s revealing more than you’re ready to admit. You wonder if he notices the difference. How you initiate texts a lot less than before. How your replies sound more cheerful and polished than usual.
To anyone else, it would pass as normal. But Youngjae has never been just anyone. And even though you rarely contacted him all week, he’s all that’s on your mind.
—
The dorm is louder than you expected. Before you even knock, you can hear Hanjin’s laugh through the door, something clattering against a table, someone loudly shushing someone else. You take a deep breath. You’re afraid. Afraid that letting yourself get any closer to him will change everything. But the noise distracts you, and you step inside.
“(Name)!” Kyungmin pops up from behind the kitchen counter like he’s been waiting. “Finally, we were about to start without you.”
“Start what? Burning the place down?” you ask as you slip off your shoes.
“Hey!” Hanjin protests from the stove. “I’m supervising, so that won’t happen.”
“That’s probably worse,” you respond with a laugh.
The dorm smells faintly like chocolate and something burnt. Balloons are half-blown and spread out across the couch. A banner that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINYU is draped along the ground half-strung.
Youngjae’s sitting at the dining table with Kyungmin and decorating the cake with candles. He looks up at the sound of your voice, and your eyes meet for half a second.
His face softens instantly. “Hey,” he says.
You plaster a smile on your face. “Hey,” you echo.
There’s the tiniest pause before he looks back down at the cake. It’s nothing. You tell yourself it’s normal.
Jihoon’s voice interrupts the moment. “Can you tie these?” he asks as he hands you some string and a few balloons. Grateful for a distraction, you busy yourself with the balloons, twisting and knotting them together.
“Can you hand me the lighter?” Youngjae asks.
Jihoon reaches for it, but you’re closer. You step forward and hand it to him. Your fingers brush when he takes it. It’s barely a touch. Still, your stomach drops like you missed a step on the stairs.
“Thanks,” he says softly.
You nod, already turning away. “Yeah. No problem.”
You end up at the counter next to Hanjin as you pretend to be very invested in arranging strawberries on a plate. But your heart is being way too fast for someone just helping arrange some fruit.
“(Name), you and Youngjae are being weird. Did something happen?” Hanjin whispers to you. You whip around, making sure no one else heard it.
“Huh, what do you mean?”
“Dude, anyone can tell you’re acting strange around him. DId he say something weird?”
“No, why would he say something weird?”
“Nevermind. But if anything happens let me know, okay?”
You nod. Maybe you’ll tell Hanjin later. Across the room, Youngjae laughs at something Kyungmin says. Everything looks as it's always been. So why does it feel different today?
“(Name), does this look okay?” Jihoon asks as he holds up a few balloons he tied on his own. You walk over, assessing them.
“Yeah, probably. If they pop, just blame Hanjin.”
“I heard that!” he yells from the kitchen. Everyone laughs. You laugh too. It’s probably the first real laugh you’ve let out in a while.
From the corner of your eye, you see Youngjae watching you again. Just observing. You flash him a quick grin. He smiles back. It should make you feel better. Instead, guilt flashes through you. Because he’s being the same as always. And you’re the one who isn’t.
—
The studio hallway is louder than usual. You’ve been to his company so many times it’s a habit at this point. On the way over after work, you happened to pass by a bakery and spotted a fresh batch of those Dubai chewy cookies they’ve been obsessed with. As you step inside, a small paper bag filled with the dessert hangs from your hand. You walk in to see the members groan and collapse dramatically onto the floor.
Youngjae spots you immediately, and his whole face lights up.
“There you are,” he breathes. Before you can walk over, a staff member calls his name.
“Youngjae, we need you for monitoring.”
“Two minutes,” he tells them automatically as he turns back to you. “Did you come from work?”
“Yeah, and I brought sustenance!”
“No way, (Name)! You’re actually a lifesaver” Dohoon exclaims. He’s already reaching for the bag like he hasn’t eaten in days.
Hanjin sits up and wiggles his eyebrows at you from the side. “You know, he asked about you three times today. Three times!”
Youngjae shoots him a look and says, “Ignore him.”
“Youngjae!” Another staff member calls, more urgently this time.
He gives you an apologetic smile. “I’ll be fast, I promise.”
“Go right ahead, don’t worry about me,” you respond, letting him go. The staff show him something on a monitor and he leans in, listening carefully and nodding along.
You sit on the bench along the far wall of the practice room as you watch Youngjae and the boys continue their practice. And all of a sudden, you feel naive. Embarrassed. Childish. His days are scheduled down to the minute. His world doesn’t slow down. And even if he did feel the same about you, you’ll only make things harder for him. You’d be another person to worry about. Another responsibility.
How selfish to want him like that, you think. You feel sick. Your gaze drops to your hands as you wring your fingers together. Sure, liking him was one thing. But that was all you could afford to do.
—
That weekend, you make plans to hang out with Hanjin. It had been ages since you two actually hung out, and you figured you needed a break – and to tell someone about everything you’ve been keeping in the past few days.
han zhen: a new hot pot spot opened, do u wanna go this wknd?
you: wait yes!
han zhen: is 7 good?
you: yup, see you there
Now, you’re sitting across from him at the table as the raw smell of tomato broth fills the air, waiting to boil. You push around the dipping sauce with your chopsticks, trying to form words for the feelings marinating within you for the past few days.
“Can I… talk to you about something?” you finally ask, voice quieter than usual.
Hanjin leans forward suddenly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Yes, oh my god! Wait… is this about what I was asking at the dorm the other day?”
“Um, yeah. You were right. It’s Youngjae,” you pause, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“I knew it!”
You take a deep breath. “Well, I think I like him. But I’m not supposed to! We’re literally friends. And to be honest, I don’t really want to figure out what happens when I ruin our friendship. So now I’ve been avoiding him, even when I don’t want to. I canceled on him twice. Twice! And I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m not supposed to like him, but I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. And I know avoiding him is going to hurt him in the end anyway. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
Hanjin leans back and nods slowly. “Okay, first, it’s not wrong to feel like that. It’s not a crime to like someone. You’re avoiding him out of fear, which is normal, but to be honest, it isn’t really helping either of you. Avoiding him doesn’t protect him, it just makes it harder on you.”
“But if I tell him… I don’t know. I feel like that’s too risky. It’s going to make everything so weird.”
Hanjin shakes his head. “What’s more risky is saying nothing. That’s going to make it weird, and messy, and hurtful for both of you. If you don’t say anything, you’re going to continue feeling guilty every time you hang out with him. And he’s going to feel hurt because he doesn’t even know if he’s done anything wrong.”
“Since when did you become so good at giving advice?” you let out a laugh.
Hanjin gasps, clearly offended. “What do you mean? I’m literally the best person to come to for advice.”
“I see that now.” You think for a bit as you let his words sink in. “So, you’re saying I have to say something?”
“I’m saying,” he leans forward again and rests his elbows on the table, “that keeping it in isn’t going to help you figure anything out. Plus, the worst thing he could say is no. There’s no way he’s going to make things awkward, if anything it would be you. And even if that happens, I know Youngjae – he cares about you too much to let things get awkward.”
“Yeah, I guess. Although I should probably speak to him soon before he starts figuring things out himself, will just make it more awkward,” you respond, grateful for the clarity Hanjin somehow always brings.
“Okay, enough talking about depressing stuff. Let’s eat!” Hanjin says cheerfully as the hot pot comes to a boil.
You giggle as you pick up your chopsticks, ready to dig in.
—
“Wow, I’m actually so full,” you groan as you watch Hanjin slide the last plate of sliced lamb into the bubbling pot. You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms slightly with a satisfied sigh. Then, your phone lights up.
Hanjin notices immediately. “Who is it?”
You already know. Youngjae.
Your stomach twists so fast it’s like the food you just ate turned into mush. You flip the phone over.
yoje: hey r u busy tonight?
yoje: if not, do you wanna come over for a bit?
There’s a pause. The little typing bubble pops up, but it goes away after a while. Then,
yoje: feels like we haven’t hung out properly in forever
Hanjin watches your expression change. “Is that him?”
You nod.
Hanjin reaches for his wallet. “What are you waiting for? We’re basically finished anyways,” he responds.
He motions for the server to grab the check as your eyes make their way back to his text.
It’s now or never, I guess. You type back almost immediately.
you: yeah, i can come by
The reply comes almost instantly.
yoje: okay
yoje: text me when you’re close
—
You’re standing outside his place, waiting for Hanjin to unlock the door. The sound of the keys clinking fills up the space, echoing loudly. You feel your pulse everywhere, in your chest, in your throat, in your wrists, in your fingers.
He’s already sitting on the couch in the living room when you step inside. The TV is on with its volume low, but he’s not really watching. He looks up the second he hears you.
“There you are.”
You slip your shoes off. “Yeah. Sorry, I kind of smell like hot pot. Hanjin dragged me to that new place that opened downstairs.”
“It’s okay,” he replies. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you for half a second longer than usual.
You sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing him. You always sit like this, but this time, the gap between the two of you feels bigger, more noticeable. He can feel it too. He unpauses the TV, and for a minute, it’s just background noise neither of you are following.
“Did I do something?”
Your heart drops so fast it almost makes you dizzy. How did he find out?
You stare at your hands. “No, I’ve just been busy.” You hate how automatic it sounds. Like a broken record.
He turns his head to look at you, really look at you.
“You can be honest with me, you know.”
And suddenly, Hanjin’s words from earlier feel so far away. All the courage you thought you built up earlier disappears, and you feel the familiar urge to shut everything down before it spills out, before you can’t control what you say anymore.
“I’m fine. Really.”
You don’t look up. You want to disappear.
“Do you want me to leave?” you ask suddenly, the words falling out so fast you couldn’t stop it. Your hands reach for your jacket that’s draped over the arm of the couch, and your fingers shake as it touches the fabric.
This is better. Leaving is easier. Distance is safer. Clearly, Hanjin’s words went in one ear and out the other.
“No, wait, don’t go. Why would you leave? I feel like every time we hang out lately, you’re already halfway out the door. And even if you’re not, it doesn’t feel the same, and we barely interact.” He sounds calm, but you could feel the unease from the stillness in his posture, almost like one wrong move would make you disappear.
“That’s not –” you try to deny, but you realize that he’s right.
Youngjae swallows. His eyes remain on yours, and you resist the urge to look away in shame. “If I did something, I want to fix it. Don’t shut me out without telling me anything. Please.”
Please.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stay,” you respond. There’s nowhere for you to run. It’s really now or never.
As if sensing your thoughts, he suggests, “We can go to my room if you want.”
Thankful for his offer, you follow him to his room, which was empty, to your relief. You sit on the side of his bed with your back against the wall and knees drawn to your chest. He’s on the other end, sitting patiently and waiting for you to speak.
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. You try again.
“I guess I owe you an explanation for how I’ve been feeling these past few days. To be honest, I didn’t really understand it at first, let alone realize that you noticed as well. And I really, really didn’t want to make things weird..”
He tilts his head slightly in confusion. “Make what weird?”
“I don’t know, this, I guess. Everything,” you confess, gesturing between the two of you. And before you could stop yourself,
“I like you,” you blurt out. You keep going. You’re afraid that if you did so much as stop and take a breath, you’ll lose the nerve to keep going.
“Not in a friend way. And I didn’t mean to, and I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting worse, and I thought if I pulled away it would go back to normal but it didn’t and now everything feels wrong and I don’t know how to fix it. That’s the reason why I’ve been acting the way I did. I was trying to just get over it on my own.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. The room was so incredibly still. You finally look at him. He’s silent, staring.
You panic again, worried you said the wrong thing, so you continue, “And I know your life is already insane, and you’re so busy all the time, and you have so much on your plate, and the last thing you need is me making things complicated, and I know it’s really selfish for me to feel this way, so I thought if I just created some space –”
“Hey.”
You stop.
“I’m not upset, I’m just trying to catch up because you dropped that on me like, all of a sudden, and I was surprised,” he reassures.
“Sorry.” It comes out shaky, like a laugh.
“No, don’t apologize. So this is why you were avoiding me?”
“I thought it was for the best.”
“By disappearing?” he asks softly.
“Well, we’ve been friends for so long, and I would hate myself forever if I ruined that. More than anything, I didn’t want to lose you,” you whisper, afraid of saying it any louder. “But being around you started to feel dangerous. It reminded me that if I didn’t keep myself in check, I could mess it up for both of us. And that, to be honest, scared me. So I figured if I stepped back first, it wouldn’t hurt as much.”
He continues to stare at you. Then, he leans back against the bed, running a hand through his hair.
“You really think you’re just another burden to me?” he asks. “I thought you knew me better than that. I thought I made it clear you could trust me more than that.”
Your vision blurs before you even realize your eyes are filling. You don’t trust yourself to answer without your voice giving it away.
Youngjae exhales. “You know what’s been stressing me out lately? You pulling away. Not schedules. Not practice. Not our upcoming performance. You.”
Your eyes burn.
“I kept thinking I messed up, you know. That I said something wrong to hurt you. I kept running through everything in my head, trying to figure out where I went wrong. At first, I thought I had done something to offend you. But I know you, you would’ve called me out if I had said something out of line. I guess I should’ve known that it was something you felt like you needed to keep to yourself. God, I was so scared I was going to lose you.”
A tear slips down your cheek. You hope he doesn’t notice with the darkness. You know he did.
“You don’t get to decide what’s considered ‘too much’ for me,” he continues. “If you’re in my life, it’s because I want you there. And that’s the truth.”
You could barely see through your eyes. He moves closer immediately, and his hands gently wipe away the tears you didn’t even realize were falling. You’re shoulder-to-shoulder now with your backs against the wall. He puts an arm around you and presses your face to his shoulder. You let out a breath, which comes out shaky.
“Look at you, you’ve always been such a crybaby.” he jokes. You huff out the smallest laugh. Of course he’d say that.
He takes a breath, as if steadying himself.
“Can I say something without you panicking and trying to run away again?” Youngjae asks.
You sniff, “No promises, but I’ll try.”
He shifts so you’re now looking right into his eyes.
“I didn’t say anything before because I thought I had time. I figured, whatever this is between us, it would just keep going the way it always has. But when you started pulling away, I realized I don’t feel neutral about you either.”
Your fingers clutch the inside of your sleeves.
“I look for you. Everywhere I go. In everything I see. In every little thing I want to tell someone. When something good happens, you’re the first person I think of. When things go wrong, you’re the one I’m willing to open myself up to. That’s not just a 'friend' to me,” he confesses.
“I guess, I didn’t say this before because I didn’t want to pressure you. And because… yeah, my life is messy. It’s public. It’s busy. But none of that makes me want less of you. I don’t want you shrinking yourself or disappearing because you think it’s better for us. You don’t have to deal with these decisions by yourself. And I’ve known you long enough to know that this is your habit, it’s a part of who you are, keeping all of these vulnerable thoughts to yourself. But I want you to know that even if you want to be strong around everyone else, I want to be the person you don’t have to be strong around.”
“I – wow, I didn’t – ,” you let out. You were crying again. You’ve never felt more seen.
“(Name), I like you. A lot. But you deserve more than being confessed to in my dorm room. I want to do this properly and take you somewhere that isn’t my bedroom. And then, I’m going to ask you out the way you deserve. That is, if you’d like that,” he explains gently.
“I would. I really would,” you reply without hesitation. His fingers are laced between yours now.
This time, neither of you pulls away.
—
You almost don’t recognize the feeling in your chest while you wait outside. You’re nervous, not in fear, but from anticipation. You chalk it off to adrenaline.
A car pulls up. It’s Youngjae, dressed simply in a hoodie and jeans. He rolls down the window and waves.
“Hi,” he greets.
You smile before you can stop yourself and wave, greeting him back. You get in and close the door. There’s a half-second pause where you’re unsure whether or not you’re supposed to hug him. You do it anyway.
“I wasn’t sure if traffic would be bad, so I left early. But it wasn’t, so I’ve just been driving around for like fifteen minutes,” he admits.
You let out a giggle before you could stop yourself. “Oh my god, you were nervous!” you exclaim.
“I was not.”
“You literally circled the block multiple times.”
He gives up in defending himself, and you laugh.
He had picked a simple cafe with lots of greenery. It wasn’t crowded, as it was tucked into the corner of a lesser-known plaza. You love it.
You catch him watching you when you’re not looking. Your hands brush as he hands you the menu. Your heart skips a beat when he orders for you together.
You never really got nervous around Youngjae when you were still friends. But every time you went on dates with other guys, you were always so self-conscious of the way they perceived you. It was suffocating. You didn’t ever feel like yourself. Yet halfway through your date, you realize that it seemed like forever since the last time you felt that way.
“You’re smiling,” he says suddenly.
Your head jerks up mid-bite. You chew before answering. “Really, am I?”
“You’re literally glowing. Radiating,” he insists. His eyes were soft and filled with adoration. “Of course, you’re always smiling.” But this time it’s because of me.
Your cheeks were warm. You loved it – being with him. Like always, you talked, and he filled the space in between. It felt just right.
—
It happens by accident. That’s what you tell yourself.
You’re in their practice room and curled into the corner of the couch while everyone argues over what to order for dinner. Hanjin and Kyungmin are sitting in front of you while Dohoon and Jihoon are busy bickering while lying on the floor. Shinyu is leaning against the wall. Youngjae sits next to you, making sure to keep some distance between the two of you.
The members didn’t know about the two of you yet. And it wasn’t on purpose. Both of you just weren’t sure how to break the news to them yet.
You don’t notice when it happens. You don’t notice when his fingers slid over yours in between the two of you. It was so natural you didn’t even bat an eye. Which is why you don’t pull away.
“... Wait,” Hanjin suddenly says. “Wait, wait, wait.” The room goes quiet.
You look up from your phone. Five pairs of eyes. All staring at your hands. You freeze. Youngjae doesn’t notice. He just glances down, then back up at the others, like he didn’t even care.
“HELLO???” Jihoon yells, sitting up as fast as he can.
“Are you guys – ” Kyungmin exclaims before cutting himself off.
Your brain completely shuts off. You had no idea how to respond.
“I – we – it’s not – ” you start, but you don't know what to say.
“It’s recent,” Youngjae says calmly, squeezing your hand once.
The room explodes.
Dohoon jumps up from where he was lying down.
“RECENT?!”
“And you didn’t think to tell us?”
“I knew it!” Hanjin screams.
“No you didn’t!” Jihoon counters.
“I literally did! It was so obvious!” Hanjin yells back.
Your face is quite literally on fire. “We didn’t mean to hide it, we just didn’t know when would be a good time to say it.”
You glance at him, and the moment your eyes meet, you were brought back to the day it happened.
The park was mostly empty, but not completely. Streetlights spill warm pools of light across the path as you and Youngjae walked along it.
His hand was in yours as you reached a bench near the river. Then you noticed it. A bouquet of flowers sitting on the bench. Your breath caught. Oh.
He looked at you and laughed under his breath. “You’re so nervous. I can feel it in your hand.”
“Do you remember what happened at the dorm?” he asked gently.
You nodded as your eyes met his. “Yeah. How could I forget? I wanted to disappear so badly that day. But it was the most honest I’ve ever been.”
Youngjae laughed slightly. “I was so terrified I’d say the wrong thing and you’d be gone.”
“I’m glad you didn’t let me,” you said.
He reached for the bouquet and holds it out to you. Peonies. Your favorite. You stared at them, stunned.
“How did you know?”
A small, knowing smile spread across his face. “I have my ways,” he responded.
“To this day, I feel like the luckiest person in the world for meeting you. Being with you feels like the greatest gift. I want to be with you, I want to learn everything about you – what you love, what you hate, and everything else in between. More than anything else, I want to keep choosing you everyday.”
“Youngjae…” you exhaled.
“(Name), will you give me the honor of being your boyfriend?” he asked. His eyes are wide and round and full of hope.
You didn’t even hesitate.
“Yes,” you responded immediately. “I’d love nothing more.”
Shinyu points between you. “So this is like, official?”
You’re brought back to the practice room.
You look at Youngjae and nod as he says, “Yeah, it is.”
Kyungmin groans and collapses again. “Great. Now he’s going to be even more insufferable. Who knew he would be the first one to get cuffed?”
“Hey, what does that even mean?” Youngjae complains.
You’re hiding now, behind your hands. Youngjae looks over and sees your expression, bursting out into laughter.
He leans back and whispers, “Told you I’d do it right.”
You lean back into him in content.
WAKE UP, TODAY’S YOUR BIRTHDAY! (투어스 — maknae line)
synopsis! it’s your birthday and your boyfriends couldn’t miss it!, or texts they send you because you are a year wiser. maknae’s ver (click here for hyung line’s) genre! bf!hanjin x fem!reader; bf!jihoon x fem!reader; bf!kyungmin x fem!reader. reader is a foodie (and suffers form second hand embarrassment in Jihoon’s one hshs). waring(s)! none, just take into consideration English isn’t my first language; if there’s any mistake pls tell me ><.
a/n well well well, I’m officially a year older guys hshs. (I still hate this had to be in separate posts 😭👊; please give them love tho).
© jellyluvsjihoon 2026. do not copy or repost. ask to translate. (cr for the dividers to @omi-resources)
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ perm taglist: @brachio-ton; @hyeonscoffee; @yojeunilove
amusement park date w/ tws! requested
pairing: ot6!tws x gn!reader
genre: all fluff n established relationship !!
warnings: toy gun, use of shinyu’s real name, kissing, fireworks, food, and roller coasters!
wc: 2.8k in total (ohmygosh), specific wc on each member
maia’s note: this was so fun to make i love tws and i love amusement parks. this came out wayy longer than i anticipated so sorry abt that lol!! the only ones that aren’t proofread are dohoon and youngjae’s bc i started getting a bit lazy. i hope u all like this as much as i do ^^ enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🧡 / @kstrucknet
SHINYU ~470 wc
i feel like shinyu wouldn’t mind going on roller coasters but also wouldn’t be dying to go on them. he would instead want to just enjoy the day with you and hear me out.. he would definitely love the shooter rides, like the interactive ones!! i could see him getting so competitive and trying to get the highest score he possibly could!! he’s such a cutie and would try to act nonchalant but he’s really just a little geek who loves spending time with u ><
your hands gripped the fake shooter gun as you rapidly shot at the animated targets in front of you. your boyfriend, shin junghwan, had his eyes locked on the screen in front of you two—his silly competitiveness obviously getting to him.
the compact car you sat in took a sharp right turn as it faced another screen with an influx of targets shown on it.
you laughed at this, finding the kiddy enjoyment quite thrilling. junghwan on the other hand, was still fully locked in.
you looked at him with a judgmental stare, coming up with an idea that would fully throw him off.
rest under the cut!
you stretched your arms out so that they would block his sight while pretending to shoot the targets directly in front of him.
“ahhh!! yn!!” he wailed.
you just continued laughing, keeping your arms in place.
he swiveled his head left and right in avail but each time you would mirror your shooter gun in the same direction.
to avoid this, he decided to gently push you down into the corner of the moving car, but ended up underestimating how much strength he actually had in him.
you fell into the wall of the car—not a hard fall luckily—with your face only inches away from junghwans.
he wore a frazzled look on his face, dark brown eyes trailing to your now flushed cheeks and down to your parted lips.
there was no pause of hesitation, no sense of contemplation, as junghwan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours.
it only lasted a short while though, with the car abruptly taking a fast turn to the left and pulling the two of you apart.
you sat there, now lowering your shooter gun and looking at junghwan shocked. you couldn’t hold in your laughter, however, as you started giggling, admiring your boyfriend’s also surprised face and missing the touch of his soft lips on yours.
he grinned with you before cupping your face and leaning in for another. but you realize this is a fake out soon after, junghwan quickly turning his head towards the screen again, a teasing smirk now present on his face.
you scoffed at this playful action of his, focusing back onto the game as well; determined to achieve more points and get payback on your all too competitive boyfriend.
DOHOON ~570 wc
i’m a bit puzzled on how dohoon would be on amusement parks for some reason like my brain is just not working in favor for him rn but here’s what i’m thinking.. dohoon would be the kind of boyfriend who would want to get matching headbands or hats or just smth like that!! and take photos together in it. as for roller coasters i think he wouldn’t really mind them and might even have some he really wants to go on. i think he would mostly go with the flow though tbh. he’d take part in planning your day out if u want but would prefer just playing it by ear in a way? honestly i’m not fully sure lmk ur thoughts.
the two of you entered the park, excited to get your day started. the classic amusement park scent hit you, sweet tooth-rotting cotton candy, buttery overly salty popcorn, and the fresh hot churros all filling your sense of smell.
the first and most important stop—according to dohoon—was the shop at the very front of the park. the one with all of the different hats, headbands, keychains, anything you could basically ask for!
he dragged you towards the store, a big grin on his face.
you entered the shop, passing the candies and bubble wands, and arrived straight at the hats aisle.
and that’s when you found them. the perfect pair of matching beanies.
beanies? yes, beanies.
you knew your boyfriend was more of a beanie person than the baseball cap type. meaning when you saw two striped beanies with a combination of your respective favorite colors, you knew it was meant to be.
he bought them with no hesitation, pulling it over your head with a cheeky smile on his face.
“perfect,” dohoon chuckles.
you two make sure to take a gazillion photos in them—it was only right! (dohoon especially remembers to mark every single moment of the day.)
and at the end of the day, you and him settle in a booth at one of the retro style cafes in the downtown looking part of the park. your adrenaline highs both coming down at this point.
he sits across from you, on the opposite side of the table. he stretches his arms out, opening his palms to take your hands in his.
you accept, entangling your hands in his and resting your elbows on the table.
“i love doing these things with you, you know that?” he says, squeezing your hands slightly.
you raise an eyebrow. “doing what things?”
he laughs, looking out the window of the cafe. “having fun dates like this, silly.” he tilts his head as if he’s thinking deep thoughts. “actually, i take that back.”
you frown, “what?”
he turns back to stare at you, grinning now. “i like doing anything with you. it doesn’t have to be something big and exciting, like this.”
you roll your eyes at his sudden change up. “okay lover boy,” you tease. his words linger your mind. you hum, “you’re right. but, that doesn’t mean these bigger dates aren’t nice as well.”
he nods in agreement. “i just think that anything would be fun, as long as we’re together.”
your face flushes, “that’s true hoon.”
the night ends calmly as you and dohoon watch the fireworks show and leave the park hand in hand, matching beanies keeping your heads warm in the breezy winds.
YOUNGJAE ~590 wc
omg i think youngjae would be so romantic at an amusement park but also be very fun!! like during the daytime he’s all excited and what not but at night he gets a lot calmer and ends up just wanting to chill out for the rest of the day. i also think he would be a roller coaster person because of those pictures he posted on weverse of him on a couple roller coasters so i think he definitely enjoys them!! on top of all of this i literally can’t get the idea out of my head of watching fireworks with him in his arms after a long day of roller coasters :(( like that makes me all 🤭
you and youngjae found a bench lining the sidewalk and sat on it, waiting for the firework show to begin.
you held a sugary churro in your hand that the two of you planned to share, ending the night off with a perfect sweet treat.
both you and youngjae’s legs were killing you guys at this point—the thousands of steps taken surely not for the weak—so when you sat on the bench, a wave of relief and calmness flowed through you. you could tell youngjae felt the same, pulling you close to by the waist and tilting his head down slightly to meet yours.
he observed your face as you took a bite out of the long churro. he did this a lot—observing you, that is. he loved watching you through all little actions or movements of yours, actually, you didn’t have to be doing anything at all and youngjae still loved watching you. it brought a sense of endearment to him, a feeling of warmth.
you met his gaze, motioning the churro towards him to take a bite.
he took a good bite out of it, some of the sugar lingering on his bottom lip. you swiped your thumb against it to wipe it off, youngjae quick to react to the touch as he lowered his head to you.
a voice rings through the speakers surrounding the park.
“the firework show will now began.”
you and youngjae turn to look at the starless sky, hearts beating in anticipation.
then, it starts.
three fireworks shoot up into the night, lighting up with a loud bang. bright colors of red, orange, and yellow radiate the dark blue sky. you turn your head to youngjae. and, quite literally, you’re speechless.
he is beautiful.
the fireworks reflect in his dark eyes, his hair appearing as soft as can be, bangs scattered around his forehead and partly covering his eyes.
you don’t know how long you stare at him like that, but it sure is for awhile.
youngjae’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, the ends of his eyes crinkle a bit.
“hm?” he hums curiously, pulling you even closer to him.
you smile. “nothing,” you say almost breathlessly, “i think you’re just really pretty.”
he giggles, and you can feel his chest move up and down as he does.
he looks at you for a moment, pondering on what to say almost. he whispers, “thank you for today. i wouldn’t wanted to spend this day with anyone else.”
you feel as if the loud fireworks are resonating through you, but that could also just be your heartbeat increasing rapidly.
“i wouldn’t want to either” you don’t have to think long before saying your next words. “i love you jae.”
he presses a tired kiss on your forehead. “i love you too yn.”
HANJIN ~390 wc
hanjin would be soo fun to be at an amusement park with!!! i could totally see him wanting to get matching headbands and taking one million photos with them lololol. also since he’s such a photography lover i could see him getting really excited after finding a photobooth and quickly rushing you to it happily!! he’d adore the photobooth strip so much too, like he would definitely have it in his phone case or hang it up on his wall. to add, he’s also such a cutie i just know roller coasters would be fun with him. i think he would love the exhilaration of it all but also be a teensy bit scared. i love this sweet boy lawdd
after a long and tiring day at the park, you and hanjin headed towards the exit; warm hands intertwined cozily.
it was a pleasant and peaceful moment as the two of you stayed close together in the crowd of people—who were also trying to leave the park—until you heard hanjin exclaim in.. shock? excitement?
he quickly dashed out of the swarm of people, pulling you along with him. (not forgetting to say sweet ‘excuse me’s’ to the people you passed through, of course.)
you were dragged along in a daze of confusion until you realized why he’d done it. there was a bright, glowing photobooth that stood out in the gloomy and dark night.
the two of you stopped in front of it and hanjin turns to you with a wide smile on his face, eyes reflecting the shine of the booth.
“can we take some photos?? please yn?” he stresses his plead.
“why would i say no?” you giggle while ruffling the front of his bangs. “let’s go hannie!”
his hand still in yours, he pulls you into the compact photobooth and discusses the poses he wants to do (this was a very serious matter to him), paying and doing the set up on the screen at the same time.
you just nod at his words and observed the way he looked in the moment. he was happy, so very happy.
the two of you took the photos and rushed to exit the booth afterwards in pure excitement to see how they came out. and with no surprise, they came out perfectly.
he giggled at the sight of the photo strip. “i love it,” he turned to you, looking happier than ever. he continued, “and i love you even more.”
JIHOON ~450 wc
oh boy, oh boy, this silly guy would be so fun to be at an amusement park with. i personally think he would be a roller coaster person but idk for sure. but!! i see it as him being one to drag you from ride to ride because he has so much he wants to do and he’s so excited to go on them with you especially. he would make not even a second of this day dull!! like his energy would be thru the roof all day long and then maybe, just maybe, in line on the last ride you two have decided to go on, he might rest his head on your shoulder and start to get tired. just maybe though. (also i think he would be the one to wear the bag all day. lowk all the members would do that tho.)
jihoon collected your shared bag full with your things after getting off of the ride and the two of you quickly rush out.
he takes your hand in his. “that one next, right?” he gestures to the roller coaster across from you.
“sure, let’s go!” you beam, and the two of you begin walking towards it, a sense of pep evident in your step.
—— later !
jihoon and you have been on rides back to back, screaming your hearts out in joy and posing for the pictures (the poses so far have been peace signs, kissy faces, and deadpans; a few extra miscellaneous ones added into the mix as well).
the sun has fully set, leaving a beautiful dark blue painting the sky and a chilly breeze covering the park.
you and jihoon approached your final, last ride of the night—basically gone through all of the possible attractions you guys could. you walked through the railings and caught up with the line.
all day jihoon had shown no sign of exhaustion, until now, that was.
he hooked his arm into yours and laid his head on your shoulder. you admired his features, your tender gaze hovering over him.
“you tired?”
he’s quick to shake his head.
“no, just need to recharge.” he hums, “you’re like, my charging station, you know? i’m the phone and you’re like… a charger. a charger specially for me—only me.”
you snort at his metaphor. “somehow.. i understand what you’re saying.”
he looks up at you, smiling warmly.
“of course you do, my charging station.”
you meet his eyes, mirroring the same smile as him. “pfft okay then, my iphone.”
the two of you end off the day, holding hands on that last roller coaster and getting ice cream before leaving the park. on the way home, you and jihoon reminisce your exhausting, but fully worth it day.
KYUNGMIN ~430 wc
stop kyungmin would also be so fun to be at an amusement park with. these type of interactive dates would be so fun with him!! okay so i think kyungmin would say he isn’t scared of the roller coasters and on the way there he’d be like “nahh i’ll be fine those are lightwork.” but when you two actually get there and are about to go on the ride he’s actually scared. like very scared. but it’s okay cause you’re there so he’s not terrified at all! (truly though, it’s his pride that won’t let him back down.) ughhh i love kyungmin
you and kyungmin enter the park full of enthusiasm and energy. without thinking much about it, you bolt together to one of the closest rides, trying to make use of the current short wait times.
there’s basically no line as you enter the loading area and are directed to a row of the coaster. oh wow! it also just so happens that the two of you are directed to the very front row. what a fun coincidence?
you were beaming with happiness at this point—the anticipation killing you—but to your scaredy cat boyfriend, something else was killing him.
a sense of fear.
kyungmin took your arm into his hold. “yn um.. is this ride one of the more.. tame ones?”
you stared at him a bit confused. “no kyung, it isn’t really.. why?” you had assumed this whole time that he was a huge roller coaster person just as you were since he’d been reciprocating your excitement all this time. now that you think about it.. he never said he loved them.
he chuckles, but it comes out in a quite nervous tone. “nothing! it’s just..” his eyes wander around, as if searching for a reason. “i was just wondering since i wanted to, um, go on one of the more extreme ones first!”
he cursed himself internally for letting his pride get to him and not being able to confess the truth.
you gave him a doubtful look and opened your mouth to respond—but got interrupted as the gate to the coaster opened. you gave kyungmin a reassuring smile and guided him through the gate and into the seats. his palms a bit sweaty.
the ride goes by in a flash and you hold kyungmin’s hand the entire time (aka his hand was strongly gripping yours the whole time).
after, the two of you exit the roller coaster.
“so.. what’d you think?” you asked him.
he was in a daze, almost. he starts, “that..”
you hold your breath.
he beams, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “that was amazing!”
please do not repost, copy, or translate. / div cr aquazero
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