#kim leehan

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ok so if I wrote a leehan x reader fluff story who would read it :p

? answer for eternal good luck

ME

not me

Remaining time: 2 days 20 hours

[mirouie]

idol!leehan x manager!reader — secret relationship?

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the pre-show buzz is almost deafening. there's excitement in the air, palpable, with a hint of nervous energy coming off of the boys, and everyone, in waves.

it's what you're used to—after a whole lap around half the world at this point, you should be used to it.

what remains new to you, however—and somewhat terrifyingly so—is the way leehan fits into all this organized chaos.

it's his job, you know that. he lives and breathes being an artist; performing on stage and flitting between countries, concerts, fanmeets, and everything in between like he's born to do it. there's a kind of aura that surrounds him when he's in his forte—a glow that you can't describe in any other way but beautiful.

even after being together for a long time, it still alights a blazing warmth all over your body.

"mics on, guys. soundcheck is in fifteen," jaehyun says, and just like routine, everyone bustles about, fitting in-ears and securing mic packs around their waists.

"y/n," leehan approaches you with a mic pack in his hands. he says your name ever so softly, almost lost in the bustling noise, but you catch it. you always do. "put on my mic for me?"

he's completely capable of putting it on himself, you both know that, but that knowledge is entirely ignored in favor of leehan (not so subtly) finding any way to be near you. he's not very good at hiding it, and it's endearing to you in ways that is most definitely not considered as professional.

"you can do this yourself, y'know?" you murmur as you take the mic pack from his hands and gesture for him to turn around. he does as told, sidling up to you a little too closely.

"i know. but i want you to do it."

"you just want to give me more work."

"but don't you love me?"

even if he's not facing you, you can practically hear his pout. it makes you grin and you attempt to smother it against his back.

"i do."

when you've finished, you bring your arms around leehan's waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. it's dangerous, you're aware of it, but you're just as selfish as your boyfriend—if not, more.

leehan leans against you, perfectly content. in the midst of a world that's moving too fast for the both of you, you simply exist. even if it's only for a moment.

"go kill it out there, hm? you're gonna do great."

leehan's fingers lace through yours and squeezes. three consecutive times, saying, "i love you."

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i've been terribly busy lately so i haven't been able to write as much, i'm very sorry... i was working on a taesan fic meant to be uploaded on his birthday but that didn't work out :') hopefully it'll be up soon! in the meantime i cooked up whatever this is lol just a little idea i randomly had sorry if it's bleh sdhshdshfs

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[mirouie]

nothing with you.

leehan x fem reader. | wc: 0.8k

tags: established relationship, fluff, cute domesticity, leehan is just the sweetest hehe

a/n: dedicated to my lovely twinskie @ihanzzn! happy birthday liakins, i had to pull out a two-year old draft just so i could post something for you on your special day hihi i hope you like this! love u <3

♫ nothing - bruno major

a candlelit dinner in a fancy restaurant calls your name from across town.

you have a reservation for two at seven pm, but the fat raindrops that pitter-patter against your window and the arms that are thrown over your waist and tucked snug under your neck forbid you from getting out of bed. the sheets are warm from shared body heat, skin rubbing against skin; there's a cozy haze in the air that you're sure could only be born out of love and insurmountable affection. it's three against one, and you're clearly losing.

your boyfriend, for one, doesn't seem to notice or mind as the minutes tick by.

"han," you mumble, voice muffled in his hair. he hums softly, though you're not sure if he heard you or is simply murmuring in his half-asleep daze. he might already be asleep even.

"leehan," you try again, patting his shoulder gently to try and get him off of you. emphasis on try; he still doesn't move an inch from where he's sprawled comfortably on top of you. "baby, we have to go."

"go where?" he almost grumbles in reply. "to the restaurant. we have a reservation in twenty minutes, honey."

"that's today?" he finally moves, but only to pick his head up from where it's smushed against your neck. his half-lidded eyes scan your face and he can't help but grin, utterly in love. he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. "i thought that was next week."

"leehan," you press, trying to sound firm, but a fond chuckle bubbles out of you at the sight of him. he's just adorable, even if he pretends to be a little stupid and oblivious to your date plans. "you booked the reservation for today."

leehan flops back down, groaning as if he's reminded of a bad decision.

"why did i do that?"

you tilt your head, raising a brow at him. "so you don't want to go on a date with me?"

he shakes his head adamantly, rubbing his face against the soft of your shirt. you can almost feel his pout. "not what i meant, love."

five minutes go by, and then another, and as you stare at the top of leehan's head, still solidly pinned down to the bed, you realize that there's no chance for you anymore but to succumb to his lazy desires.

"fine. we'll stay. but just so you know, i really wanted to go to dinner. like really wanted to. i'm making you feel guilty about this, babe."

leehan chuckles, not sounding the slightest bit guilty at all, and squeezes you affectionately. "i'll make it up to you, sweetheart. don't you worry."

the rain has only grown heavier after a few hours. however, you've got no time or reason to feel bummed when you're right where you want to be—sitting on the carpeted floor of your living room, bathed in the warm, dim glow of the countless lamps you've switched on, snuggled between your boyfriend's legs and his warmth wrapped all around you.

while you're not eating a five-course meal, you've settled on the next best thing—pizza, a huge tub of your favorite ice cream, and a matching lego set that's currently under the works with leehan spearheading the project like his life depends on it.

he's laser focused, brows furrowed as he meticulously sticks pieces together and reads the manual beside him. a comfort movie plays lowly on the tv, but you both pay it no mind. leehan's too busy building, and you're too busy staring at him.

"is this what you meant when you said you'll make it up to me?"

leehan hums absentmindedly in response, and you laugh fondly.

"i can't say i'm surprised. you're more focused on that lego set than me."

a soft click! as the last pieces stick in place and leehan drops everything in his hands and turns to you. you're almost startled with how close he is; you can see the twinkle in his eyes, crescent-like as he smiles, and a subtle tinge on his cheeks, though you're not sure if it's because of the lights or of something else.

"now i'm not." leehan has always had this habit of staring at you, quietly, and looking as if you're the most beautiful person he has ever seen. his eyes sweep across your face, lingering on every feature like he's committing them to memory. you've never gotten used to this, and even after years of dating, it still makes you warm all over.

"you're so pretty, love." he murmurs, impossibly sweet.

"how'd i ever get so lucky with you?"

you laugh, face now positively flushed. of course, he has to top it off with something cheesy. you squirm, trying to escape from your boyfriend's sappy antics but he doesn't let you go, giggling along with you and wrapping his arms tighter around you, pulling you close.

"leehan! let me go!"

he shakes his head, burying his grin against your neck. "not a chance."

a/n: it's so funny you can tell the difference between my writing styles now and two years ago 😭 this was originally an enha drabble but i never finished it lols

tag list (open!): @cinnamorollhyuka @taestulipss @starriniqhts @ivehan

© mirouie ; do not copy, edit, or repost my works. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

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︵⠀DONGHYUN'S LETTERS⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── KIM DONGHYUN AU

SYNOPSIS : With the promise of having someone that not only understands Donghyun, but will also listen to him, he started to write letters about his high school life and his journey of finding actual friends and love.

📨. LETTER NUMBER: #03

⠀ March 10, 2024

Dear friend,

I’m excited to let you know that I think I finally did it, I might be Dongmin’s friend now! I guess it was worth spending the entire school week by myself.

Friday night, the school had the first basketball game of the year and, since it seems like it’s a tradition and I had nothing to do at home, I decided to watch it. When the students were all seated, I noticed that Dongmin was sitting nearby along with a girl I’ve never seen before, and there were a few empty seats beside them. I took a deep breath and hyped myself up before going to him.

“Dongmin, hi…”

“Hey! Oh, you’re that fish obsessed psycho from my biology class, aren’t you?”

Writing his exact same words makes me realize how it might seem like he was making fun of me. Fish obsessed psycho is not really a good nickname to have and I admit that, but he didn’t say it in a mean way. He was smiling while talking, so I guess he was trying to be funny or just genuine.

“Want to join us?” He glanced at the empty seat right beside him, and I smiled. “Sure, thanks.”

I sat down next to him and saw the girl tapping his arm with her elbow. “Who’s the prick?”

“Well, the prick is…” Dongmin looked at me as if he was waiting for me to tell them my name, which bruised my ego a little bit because I knew his name and surname while he only knew about my fish enthusiasm. “Donghyun.”

“Donghyun!” He turned to the girl with a cocky grin. “The prick is Donghyun and he is obsessed with fishes, keep that in mind,” he turned to me. “You don’t mind that we’re calling you a prick, do you?”

“We call everyone a prick,” the girl spoke up. “It’s kinda our petname, so you should be glad that we’re calling you a prick. Or not, sometimes we do use it as the original meaning. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I don’t really mind, and nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Oh, he’s polite,” Y/N said to Dongmin. “I liked him already.”

I smiled to myself, feeling my inside getting warmer. I always loved to have people complimenting my manners. I think being polite is more important than being good looking, so her words made me feel a bit flushed. 

Dongmin just shrugged it off and started to explain the school tradition to me until the cheerleaders showed up, facing the students and getting ready to perfom, and he interrupted himself by standing up and shouting nonstop along with Y/N, and I shouted with them because I didn’t want to be left out. The cheerleader team was actually pretty good, what impressed me was that there were two guys in the team. It’s not that I think that guys shouldn’t be cheerleaders, I just never saw male cheerleaders. That's all.  

“The game’s about to start,” Dongmin spoke up while sitting down again. “And if you want to stay here with us, you have to cheer for Woonhak.”

“Okay, but who’s Woonhak?”

“My baby brother,” Y/N leaned in. “He’s a basketball prodigy and cheering for him it’s a must when you are near us. Cheer for him or leave.”

“I-I’ll cheer for him. Let’s go, Woonhak! Woah!”

Both of them laughed out loud. “That’s what I’m talking about, man! You’re staying with us.”

Usually I hate watching sports, but the game was very interesting and fun to watch. Experiences change with the people you’re with and it’s fun watching with them because they don’t know that much about basketball’s techniques so they just root when Woonhak’s team is with the ball and curse the adversaries; it’s pretty different from watching with my dad, he never shuts up about the techniques and why the player should’ve done x instead of y — sometimes I feel like watching sports with my dad is torture.

Woonhak’s team won and Y/N immediately hugged Dongmin, which made me wonder if they’re boyfriend and girlfriend. It would make sense if they are, since they seem so close but I didn’t ask about that, I just watched them with a small smile on my face and followed them to where Y/N’s brother was.

It was nice seeing Y/N hyping up Woonhak by hugging him and telling that he’s the best. When I was younger, I always begged for my parents to give me a little sibling, it didn’t matter if they brought me a brother or a sister, I just wanted someone to play with. I stopped asking for one when I noticed that I would have to share my dad’s attention and that felt like a nightmare to me because I already didn’t have my mom’s attention and, even though he gave me love and care, my dad was always a busy man so being an only child was for the best. Now I have Yujin — the daughter of my father’s wife, in case you forgot — but I don’t feel like we’re part of the same family, it feels like she’s just someone that lives in the same house as me.

“Go change your clothes, kiddo. We’re going to the pizzeria.”

“Yes!” He high-fived Dongmin. “I’ll be quick, I swear!”

I don’t think that Woonhak noticed me behind Dongmin, but the two male cheerleaders did, and they weren’t wearing the uniform anymore. “Y/N, who’s this?”

“Oh, he's Dongmin's classmate. He’s cool.”

“Dongmin finally brought someone into the group?! The world is going to end in two days!” The guy with black hair, ear piercings and huge square shaped glasses messed with Dongmin’s hair, which he responded to by pushing him away. “Knock it off, prick. Stop acting like this is a big deal.”

“So,” the blonde guy came up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, “how did you end up making our grumpy rockstar feel so mesmerized by you to the point of letting you hang out with him and his friends?” He grinned and I was stunned because his smile was really beautiful; it didn’t show, but he has nice fangs that suit him. I think you can only see them when he’s talking or laughing, otherwise his lower lip will hide the sharp ends.

“I- I’m a fish obsessed psycho?” I glance at Dongmin and he’s holding back a laugh, and for a moment I was torn into thinking he was actually making fun of me or he found it cute.

“Whatever that means,” he shrugged it off. “I’m Sanghyeok, and the four eyes prick over there is Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun smiled and waved at me like a little kid waving to a person dressed as their favorite cartoon character. “You seem nice, fish psycho.”

“His name’s Donghyun. And he is nice, he rooted for Woonhak.”

“What about us? Did he root for us as well? We were giving all we got in the presentations!”

“I didn’t know who you were, I’m sorry. But I liked watching you, you have talent.”

“Talent for being a cheerleader?” Y/N laughed out loud and Sanghyeok hit the back of her head, making her suck her teeth and raise her hand to hit him, but he recoiled instantly. “It’s very difficult to be a cheerleader, okay?! Stop being an asshole!”

Woonhak suddenly appeared beside Y/N, and Dongmin patted his back. 

“Let’s go, I want to get the best table there.”

“It’s the table near the window, sometimes Dongmin likes to stargaze while we talk. It’s his way of recharging his social battery,” Jaehyun whispered in my ear before trying to catch up Dongmin's fast pace. “Wait for me, darling!”

Dongmin and Jaehyun drove to the pizzeria. Y/N and I went to Dongmin’s car and Woonhak and Sanghyeok went to Jaehyun’s, probably because I talked more to Y/N and Dongmin than to the others and they wanted me to feel comfortable. The ride was nice, Dongmin’s a good driver and only played Oasis’ songs in his car, so it was a good moment, even though it was short because the pizzeria is not too far from the school.

We managed to take Dongmin’s favorite table and I understand why he likes it so much. The view is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the view from my balcony. We could see the new moon and some stray stars in the clear sky while cars passed by.

“You almost stole my shine tonight with the choreography,” Woonhak smiled at Jaehyun and Sanghyeok, who were sitting beside each other, and silently offered me a bottle of zero coke. Woonhak didn’t talk to me ever since we met each other, but he was very polite with me through the night, maybe he was too shy to talk to me — which is understandable because the others had to lead me through the conversation or else I’d stay quiet the entire time, just watching them talk to each other.

“What can we say? It’s like our new buddy Donghyun said, we have talent.” Sanghyeok and Jaehyun made an arm-heart together and the others chuckled like they’ve seen this before a hundred times, but somehow it’s still endearing. 

“Faggots,” a guy wearing the basketball team’s jacket snarked while passing by our table with three other guys that laughed along with him after throwing that awful comment that makes me disgusted just by writing it down for you. Sanghyeok restrained himself right away and brought his hands to his side, looking down to his plate, but Jaehyun clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. “Your mom doesn’t call us that when we towel eiffel her every fucking night. Someday you might have a sibling and you’ll never know if the father is me or Sanghyeok, you motherfucker!”

“What did you just say? Do you want to die, asshole?” The guy turned back and started to walk towards our table. I was starting to get nervous, it was my first time socializing since the beginning of school year, I didn’t want to watch a fight or be part of it. Thankfully, one of his friends held him back. “Not here, dude, we can’t get kicked out.”

“Are you really hanging out with this type of people, Woonhak? Do you want to become a freak just like them?”

“It’s better than to become a jerk like you. I’m telling the coach what you just did, Woojin.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” it seemed like he was going to keep talking, but Dongmin glanced at him and he took a step back. “Whatever, you’re lucky we’re in the pizzeria or else I’d have killed you.”

“Sure you would’ve, sweetheart,” Y/N smiled at him in a cynical way. “Now move, you’re so ugly that looking at you is making me lose my appetite.”

He cursed under his breath and walked away with his friends. Sanghyeok kept his head down and Jaehyun looked like he was holding his tears back, but he seemed pissed. The good and talkative vibe that was hanging in the air between us soon turned into an uncomfortable silence, everyone seemed upset or mad and I felt that urge to say something to break the silence, but didn’t know what to say.

“Did you know that there’s a corydoras’ species called Panda Cory because they have a panda-like coloring?” They all let out a weak chuckle. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for me to open up a smile.

“Fish obsessed psycho,” Sanghyeok looked at me with his lips curled up in a small smile. “Now I got it. I didn’t know that about them.”

“They are really cute, I have some of them in my fish tank. I can show you a picture if you want to.”

Then I ended up yapping about my beautiful fishes and they listened to me with interest and even asked a few questions and complimented my fishes. I was very happy to be able to make that unfortunate occasion be forgotten at that very moment and to talk about my favorite topic without being shut down immediately.

“Well, it’s getting late for you,” Y/N tapped her brother’s shoulder. “Get out.”

“But you’re going to the party, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, but you’re not.”

“But I was the best player tonight! Why can’t I go?”

“You’re too young for that, we’ll think about it next year when you’re finally in high school,” Dongmin nodded to the door and smirked at him when he pouted.

“This is so unfair!” He huffed, then Sanghyeok chuckled a bit and stood up. “I’ll go with you.”

“Hyeok, you can’t be serious… Are you really missing the party? Because of them?”

“I just don’t want to get into any trouble again tonight, so I’ll just call it a day and get back home.”

“I’ll drive you both home,” Jaehyun stood up and looked at Dongmin. “Wait for me at the party.”

I didn’t know what party they were talking about and didn’t want to seem like I was being too pushy, so I just stood up and took my jacket to leave, but Dongmin looked up at me and frowned. “Where you going? Aren’t you staying for the party? I can drive you home later.”

“Really?” I tried to act cool at that moment, but my voice raised and I kinda smiled a bit, so I must have looked like a fool after clearing my throat and sitting down again. “Yeah, going to the party would be nice.”

When Woonhak, Sanghyeok and Jaehyun left, Dongmin and Y/N told me about how Jaehyun and Sanghyeok have to deal with some homophobic comments, especially coming from some basketball and football players. It’s mostly because they’re male cheerleaders, but also because Jaehyun actually likes boys, and they don’t know about Sanghyeok because he’s too private about it and they don’t try to get information from him, it would make them bad friends.

Y/N also told me — very proudly, by the way — that Woojin shut up when he saw Dongmin’s glare because people are afraid of him due to a rumor about him getting expelled from his last school for hitting some guys to the point of one of them having to get treated in the ICU. The thing is that he didn’t beat anyone and the only person that went to the hospital that day was him, he got beaten up and then left the school, so Y/N left that school as well and when they got into our current one she made up that rumor so he would never have to deal with being bullied again. It worked out perfectly because he has a cold resting face and looks intimidating when you don’t know him.

When we got to his car, Dongmin told me about a tradition they have of turning on the radio and, if a nice song starts to play, he drives to the tunnel and the song becomes the “tunnel song” of the week or month. So, when a song started playing and it reached the pre-chorus, talking about drinking because they’re bored, Y/N gasped. “Dongmin, the tunnel! This song is perfect for the tunnel!”

“Are you sure? I mean, it doesn’t sound like a tunnel song.”

“If you don’t drive us to the tunnel, I’ll kill you.” 

Dongmin glanced at her and then sighed before speeding up and taking a turn, reaching the famous tunnel. The night view seemed amazing already, but when we got into the tunnel and Y/N let half of her upper body out of the window while feeling the breeze and shouting for Dongmin to turn the volume up everything else was forgotten and my focus was only on her. 

The moment the song reached its bridge I understood why she said it was the tunnel song, everything seemed to slow down and she looked ethereal with her hair against the wind and her glossy lips curled into a giant smile. I took countless pictures of her in my mind, it was a scene that, even when I’m 90 years old, I’ll never forget it because it’s tattooed in my mind and in my heart.

Once the song was over, she got her full body back to the car and fixed her hair. “What’s the song name? It’s incredible! Did you feel it too?”

“And what were we supposed to feel?” Dongmin kept his eyes on the road.

“Like the night is endless, like we’re infinite.”

When she said that, I teared up, no lie. Like the night is endless, like we’re infinite. It’s such a meaningful and accurate feeling of that moment, a feeling that I have never felt before and would definitely not be able to describe, but she described it so well. “I felt it.”

“Don’t buy her delusions, Donghyun. Soon enough I’ll be acting just like her.”

“He felt it, Dongmin! You just didn’t feel it because you’re grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy! I’m just thinking about how this little tunnel ride cost me some gas. And you’re paying for it.” 

“Whatever, it was worth it. And I need to know the name of that song, asap.”

Dongmin just sighed and kept driving, but the song’s lyrics ran through my head and kept replaying it because I promised myself that once I was home I’d search for the song, not only for Y/N, but for me as well. I can play this song while being at the balcony, close my eyes and feel the exact same feeling I felt in the car.

When we got to the party, they introduced me to a friend that’s also part of the friend group, but he graduated already, his name is Sungho. He has some feminine facial features and I say this as a compliment, I think he’s very good looking and his hair seems soft.

It was my first time at a party and I didn’t really know what to do, so Y/N led me through it. We drank together, played some silly games — I won the never have I ever, but apparently winning this game means that you’re not enjoying life and your youth enough, so you win the game, but lose in life — and danced. Most people at the party were chill and didn’t make fun of me, Jaehyun or anyone else, everyone was enjoying their time like the night was indeed endless.

I got tipsy quicker than I thought I’d get and ended up talking to Jaehyun about how things were in my old school and how lonely I was at school this first week, and I told him that laughing because, for some reason, my loneliness felt incredibly funny. However, Jaehyun didn’t laugh, he didn’t even crack a smile; he just looked deep in my eyes, nodded and handed me his brownie — it was delicious, whoever cooked those brownies needs to become a chef — before going to Dongmin. They kept glancing at me while talking and I felt exposed, thankfully this feeling didn’t last long, because Dongmin came up to me and stood right in front of me.

“To Donghyun,” he raised his cup of soda. “The new Corydora in the fish tank.”

A lot of people raised their plastic cups as well, some of them too excited due to the alcohol in their blood. It made me emotional because it was the first time someone outside my family acknowledged me and the first time someone made a toast for me at all, let alone mentioning Corydoras. What truly mattered was the look on Dongmin, Y/N, Sungho and Jaehyun’s faces. I felt truly welcomed in the friend group.

“Hey, why you crying?”

“I never thought someone would notice me like that,” I tried to wipe away my tears, but the more I wiped them away, the more they would leave my eyes. 

“Well, I’m glad we noticed you, and I hope more people will notice too.”

I don’t really remember the rest of the party, I just remember getting back home with Wonderwall on repeat in Dongmin’s car and Y/N sleeping with her head on my shoulder. The silence between us felt cozy and right, there was nothing left to say. The silence was finally there to just be enjoyed.

When Dongmin dropped me off, he smiled at me and told me to text him later and I smiled back and nodded. Once I was inside, I saw my dad waiting for me on the couch and he looked mad to the point of me involuntarily swallow hard as soon as my eyes landed on his figure. “Where were you? Do you know what time it is? Even Yujin got back home earlier than you.”

“Sorry, I was with some friends and lost track of time,” when the word friends came out of my mouth, his expression softened and it made me wonder if he always thought that I didn’t make any friends until that night or if Yujin told something to him. Either way, it was nice seeing my dad looking at me like that, it reminded me of when I was a kid and made drawings for him that were too hard to decipher what it was, but he still acted like it was a masterpiece.

“Next time text me, okay? You have a cellphone for that. Go take a shower and go to bed, it’s late.”

I did exactly what he said: took a shower and went to bed. My body was so exhausted that I even forgot to search for the song, but I did that as soon as I woke up and I found it. It’s ‘affection’ by Between Friends, and that’s the song I’m recommending for you this time because I want you to feel the same way I felt Friday night. 

Dongmin put me in the group chat he has with the others and the first thing I did was to tell Y/N the song’s name and send pictures and videos of my fishes because apparently I yapped about them to Sungho at the party and promised to show them to him and didn’t remember it. 

And that’s all I have to say for now, but I’m extremely happy that it all happened. I just hope that things stay the same or change for the best and that those awful people stop bothering Jaehyun and Sanghyeok, they are so nice and don’t deserve to be treated like that for doing something that they like or for liking someone from the same gender. This is absolutely insane and I don’t see why anyone should be treated differently because of such a mundane thing.

I hope you have never been treated that way. Don’t forget to listen to the recommended song, please.

⠀ With love, Donghyun

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︵⠀DONGHYUN'S LETTERS⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── KIM DONGHYUN AU

SYNOPSIS : With the promise of having someone that not only understands Donghyun, but will also listen to him, he started to write letters about his high school life and his journey of finding actual friends and love.

📨. LETTER NUMBER: #02

⠀ March 04, 2024

Dear friend,

The first day at school was… something.

No one really noticed me the entire day, the students were too focused on talking to their friends about how their winter break went and how they finally hooked up with their crushes. I listened to some pretty detailed stories, but I had no other choice, the girl talking to her friends was sitting behind me. I’m not some kind of weird pervert. I’m not a pervert at all.

The only people who acknowledged my existence were my Biology teacher and a boy in my class. His eyes landed on me while I was looking at him — he was wearing a Rolling Stones shirt full of gems, that’s why I was looking at him, it got my attention — and he nodded towards me, which I responded by giving him a small smile, but he only sat down beside his friend and started to talk to him. I paid attention to him when the teacher was calling the roll and found out that his name is Dongmin. Han Dongmin.

The teacher, Mrs. Chou, is very nice. We talked about fishes, which you don’t know, but it’s a topic that I really love. I even have my own tank with some beautiful corydoras, I wish I could send you this letter with a picture of them, but again, you could find out who I am by the fishes since I post them on my social media frequently and they are so beautiful and unique, at least to me. But back to my Biology class, me and my teacher talked a lot until someone shouted a “shut up, weirdo” and most of the students laughed, Dongmin didn’t though. Mrs. Chou scolded the student and got back to teach about ecosystems, which was a shame because our conversation was more interesting than what the textbook says about ecosystems. 

Lunch break was an insufferable hell, maybe because of my fish talking in class. I sat at an empty table and stayed there by myself the entire thirty minutes — it’s usually an hour for lunch break, but the students end up wasting 30 minutes cleaning up their desks and waiting for the food —, some students searching for a table would look at me and then walk away. I felt like I was back at my old school but this time I wasn’t only emotionally alone, I was physically as well. The cafeteria is too loud, which only made things worse, so I had to do what I didn’t want to do at all: put on my earphones and listen to music while looking down at my half-eaten lunch. 

I do that when the world’s too loud for me, but I’m hyperaware of how much of a loser I must look like and that’s why I didn’t want to do that, however, doing that seems better than hiding in the restroom, right? I hope you agree with me, because I’m starting to question my decisions and to think that it’d be better to hide in the restroom. I wonder what you do when you feel the need to shut the world out, but don’t try to tell me, I think I like to think that you do the same as me.

I could have asked the daughter of my father’s wife if I could sit with her and her friends, but she’s still mad at me for getting the bedroom with the balcony and I wasn’t in the mood for being humiliated in front of so many students, the humiliation in my classroom was enough. I’m not stating that she would’ve humiliated me, but there were chances, probably a fairly 50/50. 

The rest of the school day wasn’t amusing, I just stayed quiet while the teachers explained about their subjects and some students whispered to each other. They think that whispering doesn’t disturb the students that want to learn, but they do. Their whispers are loud enough to make me uncomfortable. 

I kept glancing towards Dongmin and I didn’t really know why. It feels like he’s magnetic and once I landed my eyes on him I put in my mind that he has to be my friend, but I don’t know how to even start a conversation with him, let alone engage with him after the conversation started. He seems like a cool guy and I know that it’s just my first day in school and there’s countless people there for me to become friends with, but if I don’t become his friend I’ll consider myself a true loser for my entire life.

I wonder if he takes the bus to get home because I’m going to take the bus in a week, for now my dad’s picking me up. He offered to drive his wife’s daughter home as well, but she said that it would ruin her reputation so she’d rather get back home with her friends. I didn’t really care because I like to be alone with my dad in his car, he always chooses the best radio stations with great songs from his younger years. This time it was playing Heaven by Bryan Adams and we sang together, it was a very beautiful father-and-son moment. The type of moment that makes you feel glad to have such an amazing dad, you know? I hope you understand the feeling, but if you don’t it’s okay because there’s other feelings that can fill your heart with warmth and love. 

When Heaven ended, a song that I hadn't heard before started to play so I stayed quiet while my dad hummed the melody and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. The song seemed nice, but I didn’t pay much attention because my mind started to think about last night’s little fight.

“Dad, is it true that mom didn’t want to stay with me?”

My father stopped humming the melody and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and I saw his eyes flickering between me and the road. “What? Why are you thinking about such nonsense things?”

“Yujin told me last night that I was lying about me getting the bedroom with the balcony and that mom didn’t want to stay with me so I had no other choice but to live with you.”

“And did you believe her?” He chuckled and patted my knee. “Donghyun, your mom wanted to stay with you just as much as I did, but we talked and decided that it would be better for you to live with me because of potential financial struggles that your mom could have to deal with if it was just the two of you. That’s all, we didn’t tell you this before because we didn’t see a reason why, but I’m sorry if it upset you and I won’t hide anything from you ever again. I love you and am so happy that you’re living with me, I really am.”

I want to believe him about my mom’s thing, but deep down I have my doubts. My mom was never that close to me, I was always a dad’s boy, he was always the one to help me with homework and to attend my elementary’s presentations even when it was mother’s day presentation – which my mom attended to once, by the way – even when he was tired from work. I like to think that my mom was busier than him at that time and that’s why my dad took the parenting responsibilities all to himself. But since I don’t like when he apologizes to me like that – it makes me feel like a little kid and not in a good way – I just nodded and stayed quiet again, but he seemed a little uneasy by my silence because he kept looking at me from time to time, maybe waiting for me to say something more.

“So I’ll talk to Yujin about it and, if you want to, I’ll make her apologize to you. And I was thinking about having seafood for dinner, what do you think?”

“I don’t need her to apologize, it’s fine. I bet she just said that out of anger and hoping that I’d back down and let her have the room. Seafood for dinner sounds amazing, can you buy jelly as well?”

My father smiled, “sure, buddy.” I think his smile is quite charming, I have no doubts that he won my mom and his wife’s heart with his smile. My cousins say that I have the same smile as him and that’s why my smile is my favorite thing about me.

As I’m writing this letter I’m having the last fruit jelly of the packet my dad bought me and I can say that I’ve won the night. I ate my favorite food for dinner and my favorite jelly as dessert and am writing while listening to Bryan Adams and sometimes looking at the sky and the city lights that seem so far away and make me remind myself that there are so many people out there living their own lives and doing things that make them feel at ease, just like I’m doing now. 

If you’re curious about the balcony, it is small but it’s enough for me because what I care about is the view, not the space. It can fit maybe two chairs or three people if they sit on the floor, but it’s very cozy. 

I know it’ll seem lazy of my part because it was mentioned before, but I’m going to recommend Heaven (by Bryan Adams in case you forgot, even though I mentioned him twice, now thrice) because the time I had with my dad in the car while this song played was so special that when I got home I listened to it four times in a row and I’m listening to it right now and dare I say it’s one of the greatest love songs of all time.

⠀ With love, Donghyun.

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3 am writes: leehan x reader drabble

smoking, nothing actually happens, NOT proofread cs my 2 proofreaders flashed me

wc: 316

The breeze of the cold night air made it hard for your lighter to work. You covered your roll-up with your hand, hoping to stop the soft wind from blowing out the flame of your smoky treat. It only frustrated you more, but the first inhale let everything calm down. You absentmindedly smoked, not expecting your usually secluded space revealed. It's not like you can blame anyone though, despite it mostly being vacant, it was still a public roof to the people working at the company. Leehan stepped out onto the roof, pausing when he saw you already there. It was clear that just as you, he expected no one to be there. You quickly retreated the blunt from your lips and bowed you head slightly, greeting politely. He bowed back, standing a few metres away as he tried to lit up a cigarette of his own. His lighter sparked, never producing an actual flame. Unprepared for an empty lighter, he had no back-up. He looked up to find you already watching him struggle. He looked awkward, like he was nervous to ask. Your arm reached out, holding a lighter out for him. His arm reaches back, taking it from your hold. His fingers touched yours, the warmth of his touch lingering. He lit his cigarette, smoke now curling around both your lips and vanishing into the dark sky. Silence filled the space between you. Not awkward where it desperately wants to be filled by conversation, but calm. Safe. Where normally staff would stare and judge, leehan replaced it with understanding. As your joint reached it's end and your mind the desired cloudy state you went back inside. You stopped and turned, he already knew. He had his arm reached out, handing you your lighter back. You don't know if it was the sativa, but you could swear this time his fingers lingered, not just the warmth.