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NICHOLAS (+ teamies): back to life | inkigayo
TAEMIN - Atmos (Inkigayo, 260614)
SUNOO: big girls don't cry | inkigayo
Oh that smile.
Having Chan as your bias is such a rollercoaster
🔥 after performance panting
💗 the lil bleps
🥹 he’s so precious, put him in a museum or smth
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ “Spotlight hearts” —
Kim Juhoon x Reader
(SHORT) SYN. and reader begin to form a closer relationship after becoming mcs at inkigayo together
CONTAINS. Kim Juhoon x y/n. Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Music Show MCs
A/N.trust guys I am NOT finishing my other chapter stories!😂✌️🫰
The hallways of Inkigayo buzzed with stylists carrying garment bags, staff members rushing around with cue cards, and idols greeting one another with sleepy smiles despite the early morning call time.
And in the middle of all the organized chaos stood the two MCs everyone couldn’t stop talking about.
Kim Juhoon.
And…
L/n Y/n.
The two had only been MCs together for three months, yet somehow every Sunday felt like a new episode of a drama fans couldn’t get enough of.
Neither company had expected their chemistry to explode the way it did.
One playful glance became ten.
One synchronized greeting became a compilation with millions of views.
One accidental laugh turned into countless edits titled:
“They’re literally married.”
⸻
“Good morning!”
Juhoon turned around just in time to see y/n walking down the hallway.
She wore a cream-colored cardigan over her stage outfit, her hair softly curled, coffee in one hand and cue cards in the other.
She looked effortlessly pretty.
Juhoon smiled before he could stop himself.
“Morning.”
“You practiced today’s script?”
He dramatically sighed.
“…Maybe.”
She gasped.
“Kim Juhoon!”
“What?”
“You definitely didn’t.”
“I skimmed it.”
“You skimmed it?”
“I skimmed enthusiastically.”
She burst into laughter.
“I can’t believe you.”
He shrugged.
“I have you.”
She blinked.
“…What?”
“You always save me.”
Her cheeks warmed.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?”
“…Because.”
He tilted his head with an innocent smile.
“…Because what?”
“…Never mind.”
⸻
The makeup artists exchanged knowing looks.
Again.
⸻
Filming began.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
The cameras rolled.
Together they smiled brightly.
“Hello everyone!”
“I’m Kim Juhoon!”
“And I’m y/n!”
“Welcome to Inkigayo!”
They introduced performances, joked naturally, and bounced off each other so effortlessly that even veteran staff members commented on it.
Whenever one stumbled over a line…
The other smoothly covered.
Whenever one laughed…
The other followed.
Nothing felt forced.
⸻
During a commercial break—
Juhoon noticed something.
“…Your microphone.”
“Hm?”
“The wire.”
She looked down.
“Oh.”
The cable had somehow wrapped around the back of her outfit.
Before she could awkwardly reach for it—
“I got it.”
He stepped behind her.
Carefully.
Respectfully.
His fingers gently untangled the cable without tugging her outfit.
“There.”
She smiled over her shoulder.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
One camera operator happened to walk by.
“…They’re so domestic.”
⸻
After filming ended—
The two walked toward the waiting room together.
“You hungry?”
“Always.”
“I knew it.”
“I skipped breakfast.”
“You what?”
“I overslept.”
She sighed dramatically.
“I swear you’re hopeless.”
“And yet…”
He grinned.
“…You still feed me.”
“I regret starting that.”
“No you don’t.”
“…Maybe not.”
⸻
Minutes later—
The two sat together sharing tteokbokki and kimbap while reading fan comments.
y/n laughed.
“Look at this one.”
Juhoon leaned closer.
“‘They’re literally flirting every Sunday.’”
He chuckled.
“We’re not.”
“…Right?”
He looked at her.
She looked back.
“…”
“…”
“…Why are you staring?”
“I don’t know.”
“You do.”
“…Maybe.”
Their manager cleared his throat from across the room.
Neither noticed.
⸻
Weeks passed.
Their friendship became everyone’s comfort content.
Fans loved watching behind-the-scenes clips.
Juhoon always waited for y/n before walking to set.
She always remembered how he liked his coffee.
He carried her cue cards whenever they were too heavy.
She fixed his crooked tie before every broadcast.
Neither thought much of it.
Everyone else certainly did.
⸻
One Sunday—
The weather suddenly turned rainy.
The outdoor filming location became hectic.
Staff rushed to cover equipment.
Stylists held umbrellas over idols.
y/n stepped outside—
Only to immediately shiver.
“Oh…”
She had forgotten her jacket.
Before she could say anything—
Something warm settled across her shoulders.
Juhoon’s hoodie.
She looked up.
“What about you?”
“I’m fine.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’ll survive.”
She smiled softly.
“…Thank you.”
“It’s oversized.”
“I noticed.”
“It looks better on you.”
“…”
“…”
“…Juhoon.”
“Hm?”
“…You’re making this difficult.”
“What is?”
“…Nothing.”
⸻
That evening—
They wrapped filming much later than usual.
The building was nearly empty.
Only a few staff remained.
As they waited for their managers—
The rooftop garden lights glowed softly against the evening sky.
“It’s quiet.”
“It is.”
They leaned against the railing together.
No cameras.
No scripts.
No pressure.
Just the city lights.
Juhoon finally spoke.
“…Can I tell you something?”
She nodded.
“Of course.”
“I look forward to Sundays.”
She smiled.
“I do too.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“I mean…”
He looked at her.
“I look forward to seeing you.”
Her heart skipped.
“I’ve met a lot of people since debut.”
“So have I.”
“But…”
He laughed quietly.
“…You’re my favorite person.”
She stared.
“…You practiced that.”
“I absolutely did.”
She laughed.
“It was still cheesy.”
“I know.”
“I liked it.”
“…Really?”
“Really.”
⸻
A soft breeze brushed past them.
Neither looked away.
Juhoon slowly reached for her hand.
“…Can I?”
Instead of answering—
She intertwined her fingers with his.
His smile grew instantly.
“There.”
She teased.
“You didn’t even have to ask.”
⸻
For several quiet moments—
Neither spoke.
Just enjoying each other’s company.
Eventually—
She leaned her head lightly against his shoulder.
“You know…”
“Hm?”
“I think everyone figured this out before we did.”
He laughed.
“Probably.”
⸻
He gently wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her plenty of time to move away if she wanted.
She didn’t.
Instead, she relaxed into the embrace, smiling as she rested comfortably against him.
“You seem pretty comfortable.”
“I am.”
“Good.”
She looked up at him.
“So…”
“So?”
“…Are we still pretending the fans are imagining things?”
He laughed.
“I don’t think we can.”
⸻
She reached up, smoothing a strand of hair away from his forehead.
“You look cute.”
“I was trying to look cool.”
“You failed.”
“Ouch.”
She giggled.
His expression softened.
“…You’re beautiful.”
Her teasing smile faded into something gentler.
“…Thank you.”
⸻
The city lights shimmered below them.
Juhoon lifted a hand and lightly brushed his forehead against hers, smiling when she closed the small distance between them.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Mhm.”
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Me too.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“If I was the only nervous one, I’d be embarrassed.”
He laughed again.
“You’ll never let me live anything down.”
“Never.”
⸻
Slowly, giving her every chance to decide, he leaned in.
She met him halfway.
Their first kiss was soft and unhurried, lasting only a few seconds before they pulled apart, both smiling almost immediately.
Neither could stop grinning.
“Hi,” he said.
She laughed.
“…Hi.”
“You’re smiling.”
“So are you.”
“I know.”
⸻
She playfully nudged him.
“I can’t believe our first kiss happened after introducing idols together for months.”
“I was waiting.”
“For what?”
“The right moment.”
She smiled warmly.
“…This was the right moment.”
“I think so too.”
⸻
Before heading downstairs, she slipped her arms around him in a gentle hug.
He returned it, resting his hands comfortably around her waist as they stood together for a moment. She gave him an affectionate little nuzzle against his shoulder, making him chuckle.
“You know,” he murmured, “Sundays just became my favorite day for a completely different reason.”
She looked up with a bright smile.
“They were already mine.”
⸻
The following Sunday, nothing looked different to the viewers.
The introductions were just as polished.
The smiles were just as bright.
But between every camera cut—
They exchanged tiny smiles only they understood.
A quiet squeeze of the hand while walking off stage.
A reassuring touch at her waist as they navigated through the crowded backstage hallway.
A fond glance that lingered just a second longer than before.
Fans noticed immediately.
The internet erupted with comments about their glowing expressions, perfectly timed eye contact, and effortless chemistry.
Neither of them confirmed anything.
They didn’t need to.
Because every Sunday, standing side by side beneath the bright stage lights of Inkigayo, they looked exactly where they wanted to be—next to each other.
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