☆pairing¡! ot6 x fem!reader
☆genre¡! fluff, hurt/comfort,
☆summary¡! moments you knew they were the one
☆warnings¡! mentions anxiety and stress, mentions fate, crying, that's all I think
☆wc¡! 1.2k (all together)
☆a/n¡! I'm back!! Apologies for being gone so long, life had taken an unexpected turn, but it's all been figured out and I thought I would write something for piwon since DUH! got released, which besides the title track I'm definitely in love with Flashy and Pretty Boy!!!
Keeho – wc: 232
It had been a long, emotionally draining week for both of you. Work, pressure, expectations—everything was piling on. You suggested some air, and he led you up to the rooftop of his dorm, city lights stretching in the distance like tiny stars. You wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping hot drinks, sitting in comfortable silence until Keeho finally spoke.
"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Of failing, of not being enough—for myself, for the people I care about."
It was the first time you'd seen him stripped of his usual humor and confidence. The way he let you see that raw part of him made your heart ache—in the best way. He wasn't just fun and bold and loud. He was layered, deep, and open in ways only someone truly trusting could be. As you looked at him, hair tousled, eyes soft, you thought: This is the kind of person I want to face every version of life with. This is home.
Theo – wc: 212
You’d had one of those days—full of misunderstandings, fatigue, and a gnawing anxiety you couldn’t shake. You texted Theo, not asking him to come, just venting. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock. No words, no dramatics. Just Theo, holding your favorite drink and a warm hoodie that smelled like him.
You both sat on the couch. He let you lay your head on his shoulder. No advice. No fixing. Just presence. Steady, unwavering presence.
You cried a little. He held your hand.
And when you finally looked up, red-eyed and emotionally wrung out, he smiled a small, sad smile and said, “You don’t always have to be okay. I’ll hold you through it.”
At that moment, you knew. Love wasn’t always loud or poetic. Sometimes it was quiet and grounding. And in that stillness, you realized: Forever is with him.
Jiung – wc: 211
You both had creative souls—his in music, yours in writing and visual art. One rainy evening, you found yourselves sprawled across the floor of his studio. He was tweaking beats and lyrics while you sketched a new concept inspired by his latest song.
“I love how your brain works,” Jiung said suddenly, watching you from behind his laptop. “You make things feel alive.”
You blushed, a little surprised. He wasn’t the type to compliment lightly, but when he did, it always felt sincere.
Later that night, when he played the finished demo and you saw your drawing sitting beside his notebook, you realized how deeply your worlds were woven together. In your art, in your rhythms, in your quiet encouragements—this was more than just chemistry. This was partnership.
That’s when it struck you: I don’t just love him. I want to create life with him, over and over again.
Intak – wc: 209
It started as a joke. You were bored, and Intak, ever the instigator, grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s drive till we find something cool.” Two hours later, you were eating street food in a small coastal town, barefoot on a beach neither of you knew existed that morning.
You laughed until your stomach hurt, danced to a stranger’s guitar playing, and talked about your craziest dreams like they were possible.
At some point, Intak looked at you with that boyish grin and said, “What if we just kept going? New places, new food, you and me. Just… forever like this.”
You laughed then, but as the sun set and you watched him skip rocks across the water, you couldn’t stop smiling. Because forever didn’t sound scary. Not with him. Not with his wild heart, his gentle soul, his chaotic joy.
This wasn’t just a detour. It was the beginning of your favorite story.
Soul – wc: 200
It wasn’t a special day. There were no holidays, no celebrations. You were just at home, folding laundry together. The TV played softly in the background, Soul humming absentmindedly along to a song he liked.
He handed you a pair of socks, then paused to fix the collar of your shirt with such quiet tenderness it made your heart ache. “You always forget this part,” he murmured with a small laugh, smoothing it out.
You looked up, caught in his calm eyes, and suddenly felt the weight of the moment.
No grand gestures. No big declarations. Just soft love, steady hands, and a deep knowing.
With Soul, it wasn’t about the high points—it was the everyday magic. And in that silence, you knew: He’s my forever. My ordinary miracle.
Jongseob – wc: 204
The night sky stretched endlessly above you as you lay on a blanket in a quiet park. Jongseob was talking about the future—his bucket list, the music he still wanted to make, the people he wanted to impact.
Then his voice shifted. Softer.
“But no matter what happens, I want you there with me,” he said. “In every version of my future, you're in it.”
You turned to look at him, lit only by the moonlight, and saw the rare vulnerability in his usually confident eyes.
He wasn’t just speaking from fantasy—he was making a promise. A quiet, hopeful, real promise.
You reached for his hand, and when he gripped it back tightly, you knew—this isn’t just love. This is fate.
