❄︎ seonghyeon is your childhood best friend turned idol, and also your crush. your annual first snow hangout won’t cause feelings to shift. right?
WC: 0.8k ; PAIRING: seonghyeon x fem!reader ; GENRE: fluff, childhood best friends, downbad!reader, friends to lovers, fem!pov, idol!seonghyeon x childhoodbsf!reader ; WARNINGS: fluff, mentions food, swearing. lmk if anything else!
a/n: sorry for the major cliffhanger but part 2 will be posted right after this one!! also sorry for the ahh writing this is my first written fic. pls give me suggestions on how to make it better!!!
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it was early december in seoul. you wait, shivering and freezing under a lamp post. thick snowflakes get caught in your hair and manage to get inside your jacket. seonghyeon said he’d be here 10 minutes ago, but you still have hope for him. you and seonghyeon always hang out for the first snow. he wouldn’t miss it now. would he?
you were still in high school while seonghyeon dropped out and is a big idol in a big group. you were so beyond proud of him, but you just wish you could hang out with him every day like you used to. now he was always busy doing some show or at practice or whatever.
you’ve always had a little teeny tiny crush on him, but he always treated you like a friend. obviously still a super sweet kind and nice friend, but you just brushed it off. because he treats everyone like this. what if he can never hang out because he’s seeing another girl?
you push the sickening thought down as you see a boy in a big scarf and hat walking towards you in the dark. surprisingly, all alone. he’s always with the rest of cortis. while you love them all, it’s nice to see hyeon all alone.
“hi!” he greets you with a big smile.
”i thought you wouldn’t show.” you say with a smirk.
“of course not! i wouldn’t want to break tradition. now, where are we going?”
you settle on getting hot chocolate. you enter the warm shop, ordering your drinks. you get one with marshmallows, and obviously hyeon gets one with marshmallows, whipped cream, and a candy cane.
you wait by the counter, an unusual awkward silence coating the air.
“so,” you clear your throat. “how is being an idol treating you?”
“well first off the pay is great. and it’s super fun. but also tiring.”
“hmm.. i bet all the attention you get from girls is also nice?” you try to crack a joke to lighten the mood.
he goes a little pink and looks away.
“well i never really care about that.. i have-“ he clears his throat, composing himself. “nah. i just like singing and dancing with my friends.”
obviously, your mind goes wild. he has.. a girlfriend? a crush? what does he have that female attention doesn’t concern him?
“ah. i see.” you go quiet again. why is hyeon suddenly so awkward around you?
you get your drinks and find a bench to sit on. hyeon takes a sip of his drink, getting whipped cream all over his face. he still looks pretty as ever, and it makes you a little bit sad. there could be another girl out there who calls sweet sean hers.
nevertheless, you giggle at his goofyness.
“you have it all over your face!”
“oh- oops!” a big smile spreads across his face, the way that you love so much. teeth showing, eyes shut. “can you get it for me?”
“um yeah..” something as simple as wiping whipped cream off your best friend’s lip shouldn’t be so nerve wracking. but alas.
you gently wipe it off with a napkin, him looking up at you with the sweetest eyes.
“there. got it.” you can’t seen to look him in the eyes. partly because he may have a girlfriend and partly because he’s just too handsome not to go red when you look at him. you have to somehow get out of here before he makes you explode.
“um- i think im catching a cold. i need to get home..” you stammer, quickly standing up.
“oh! i can walk you home and we can just chill there if no ones home? i’m freezing myself.” he stands up and smiles at you with pink cheeks from the cold. snowflakes caught in his eyelashes and hair.
shit. why is he so nice? maybe being home would make this a little easier.
“yeah.. sure.” you reply curtly. shaking him was going to be hard.
DOUBLE X (GN) READER : Spending the Day of a festival woth him to see the fireworks.
CHARACTERS: Vil Schoenheit (Twst), Meguru Bachira (BL) SEPARATE! (Idk why it wouldn’t be)
A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time writing for 3/4 of these characters…I’m so regular to bachira,But I’ve never wrote for the other 3,ESPECIALLY not Mikey 😞 Please do criticize my writing but don’t be too mean please! :) Also,This is a Fourth of July special if you couldn’t tell.
ALSO bachiras might seemed very rushed. It’s because it is! I was gonna do hanako but THATS how rushed I was at this. So enjoy these :33
VIL SCHOENHEIT
You had a whole day planned since DAYS ago. You had it out on a little list in a notebook vil bought you because he told you “it suited your style”. You willingly took it and never used it until a few days ago,when you started writing to write,You soon stopped till you remembered you had it again,You had no idea to use it until you were 5 hours on the phone vil and his so so “beauty manager” (you didn’t really know who he was. But it’s not like you really cared.) mentioned how he’d be off on the Fourth of July,since it was considered a holiday!
As soon as it hit morning of the Fourth of July,You woke up first due to a timer you set at like…6am. However that plan was quickly stopped by Vil,Who GRABBED your phone and turned it off, Claiming He “Needs his beauty sleep” which required like 3 more hours. and because it was way too early for EITHER of your schedules,You fell back asleep almost immediately.
NOW you wake up to Vil getting ready himself,you sit up,blinking rapidly,you attempt to see what he’s doing and through all that blinking you manage to see Vil washing his face. You stared at him, all you could wonder is how you got someone as beautiful as Vil. After all-This guy is an influencer and is THE face of the fairest of them all! However he soon catches your gaze as he dries his face off softly,He speaks out to you
“And,For what reason,Did you have an alarm set at 6 o’clock in the morning for? You are aware I need my beauty sleep as much as you do yours.” He scolds you, the stern and hint of concern and caring in his voice was there,You smiled brightly.
“Do you have any plans today?” You already knew the answer. The exact answer actually! He shook his head with a little ‘mmnm’ and you smiled,pulling him up while laughing to get ready.
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You were now pouting in your pent house (yeah he’s richy bitchy like that). You were angry n how many fans your boyfriend have even though your proud of him for it,but you couldn’t help but be upset considering it’s hard to go outside with how many fans might come for Vil. So you now say in your living room,You huffed as then your beautiful boyfriend came over
“Im sorry my dear but you know i have quite the fans.” As if you didn’t know. You rolled your eyes,clearly mad,But Vil didn’t seem to point a blind eye as he grabbed your hand and led you to the balcony,The night sky was so pretty to you,but you didn’t want Vil to seem like he was winning.
You turned away,preparing to go inside,But Vil stopped you by not letting your hand go,you turned to look at him but your hand was already lifted to his lips
“Just stay won’t you?” He said,His words got a bit softer,rather than his normal sassy tone he mostly uses in the mid of the day. And because of that-it caused you to actually come back to him.
The small frown on your face didn’t stay long as Vil brought you in for what you thought was a hug-but then he puts his hand on your ear as fireworks blow in the air. Sparkling like nothing else. You looked up at Vil. And he just smiled.
Bachira Meguru
Right now you sat and waited for you boyfriend to arrive home so you’d have time you’d have time to go to the festival. You were so deeply afraid you weren’t going to. However-you were comparing and it’s literally not even 5 minutes after your boyfriend left. Infact-he probably hasn’t even left your complex yet.
There was a festival 10 minutes away by walking that you wanted to go to so bad. All your friends were talking about it a month before-And so you BEGGED your boyfriend to go. Even though both of you knew he had practice and some hangouts that day…He said he could do what he can though you never know what that means. Sometimes it’s maybe, sometimes it’s a horrible unfortunate no. But it’s not like that was his fault anyways.
However! Now-it’s only a few minutes after he left,you were on the couch on your phone as you suddenly get a call,It had the contact name “Beebaby💕” (cringe? Ion give no fucks it’s cute) with a picture of bachira a long time ago on one of your first dates as a ramen place. You answer the phone and your boyfriend is so happy and giddy. Whenever he speaks so happily it melts your heart instantly. It makes you so happy to see your lover happy.
“I might be able to Get off early! But I don’t know if it’ll be in time for the fireworks…But I’ll try my hardest to them as quick as possible! And get the other stuff done fast too!” He sailed cheerfully like a 2 year old who’d just learned to speak,but the words made you happy like a proud mother.
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Bachira not that long ago had sent you a text,which now the time is 8:24pm. He texted you exactly 13 minutes ago to go to the festival with some friends because he might not make it for the fireworks. You thought he was joking, But usually he would actually start laughing manically over text if he was..but he acted as if he wasn’t.
You call up your friends,some that were planning to go already,you’d knew that because immediately when they started saw it on a poster they made plans. You told them you planned to go with your boyfriend,but now you’d have to ask them which made you feel a little embarrassing after you said you’d ask someone else.
After you sent the message asking to go you felt heat crawl up your neck-that’s how embarrassing it felt. However,your friends were the kindest people on planet earth to you,so they ended up saying yes!! However. Since they planned this out together they already said they had matching kimonos and they bought an extra pens,but it’s a size larger than you. You didn’t mind though,atleast you wouldn’t stick out.
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Your now at the festival after having to go over to your friends house for the kimono and you all went together to the festival. The festival was so bright and pretty that it made you smile and almost forget bachira was supposed to come in the first place,but when you did remember your smile instantly left your face,huffing as you followed your friends throughout the festival.
Then came the the moment where the fireworks about to begin. Your friends had traveled on because you told them you were going somewhere and you’d call them to try and find them later. They didn’t know you were still upset over bachira not coming. You sat at a railway,a place where most people weren’t to see the fireworks since most the people were in the middle of the railing
But then-Right before they start,you feel a pair of arms wrap around you behind you,your startled-shocked even! Your heart started beating because you were scared,who could be behind you? What stranger puts there hand on a woman? You instantly turn around and see the love of your life. A brown haired boy with blondish yellow underneath,bright yellow eyes looking at you with a smile.
Your face instantly lightened,you smiled brightly,your eyes shined with how happy you were! You instantly squealed and jumped on him,arms wrapped around his neck as he wraps his around your waist,he slowly rocked you around. Once you finally pulled back he gave you small little kiss before moving a strand of your hair out your face
“You might wanna look in the sky,silly!” He turned your body around right as fireworks started to pop. Different colors mixed into the sky, blending different colors like red and green and orange and pink. Before you could,Bachira put his hands over your ears because of the overwhelming sound. You just pulled your arms up and wrapped your yours around his neck.
You watched as the dazzling stars in the sky shimmer,You and your boyfriend watching this,wanting it to be endless.
author’s note: like two people requested a part two and that was enough for me to make one! i’d like to thank you for all the love i’m getting on the first one btw?? like hello?? i was not expecting it to reach more than like 10 people im ngl… also this is inspired by two reverse by adrianne lenker bc ofc it is
masterlist. , part three.
you slept in late— you always do during the summer. your mother never tends to bother you though, and she definitely doesn’t shake you awake with a panicked expression. you look at her with sleepy eyes, exasperated.
“what is so important that you decided to wake me so violently?”
“something terrible has happened.”
your eyes shoot open, like a light has been shined into them. your mother stops shaking you, opting to sit on the edge of your bed instead. that feeling from the before overwhelms you as your heart jumps into your throat. you don’t move. you don’t say anything. you don’t even breathe. you can’t.
“toby’s missing, and his father’s dead. the police believe that toby has done it but..”
she trails off, searching for something, anything in your expression.
you jump as drops of water fall down your face, their salty taste causing you to frown.
“is there a leak?”
your mother doesn’t reply with words, but her actions speak a million for her. she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her tightly, like she’ll never let go.
more droplets roll down your face— where is this water coming from?
an hour ticks by and your eyes feel like they’re on fire, burning you simply for existing. is this what hell is like? you push away from your mother. pity is written all over her face. or is it grief?
guilt consumes you, feeds on you. you knew something was wrong yesterday. you felt it eating away at your very core, your soul. it starved you of finding any way out of this endless rabbit hole of shame. he had told you he was going to do it, yet you did nothing to stop him. why didn’t you believe him?
you were still in yesterday’s clothes— you were too tired to change last night. grabbing at the sides of the hoodie, you pull it tighter to your body, bringing him closer to you. why didn’t you stop him?
your mother stays close by your side as you both make your way down the stairs. you don’t brush your hair. you don’t brush your teeth. you don’t even breathe. why can’t you breathe? keep walking.
you mindlessly sit down on the couch when there’s three intimidating knocks on the door. your mother gets it, and suddenly there’s three people in the same uniform asking you too many questions.
name? age? how do you know toby? when did you last see toby? why can’t you breathe?
you answer their questions the best you can while trying to seem as calm as you can. but you’re shaking, and your voice is wobbly. your mother brings the people in uniform some tea, and you some water.
one sip. two sips. three sips. glass shards on the floor. your mother apologises to the uniformed people profusely and begins to clean up your mess. you don’t move. you don’t even breathe.
the room is silent, and everything feels cold. your house barely feels cold, your mother always turns the heating up so high that she might as well be cooking you alive. so what was different?
the uniformed people leave after while, but they say they’ll be back. your mother shuts the door and locks it behind her. she doesn’t speak to you. she doesn’t even look at you. out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall shadow looming menacingly in the corner.
you wish to drown.
abandoning your seat on the couch, you make your way back up the stairs and lay on your bed. you figured if you laid there long enough, your body would decompose and you’d be nothing but ash and bone on top of the sheets. never breathing.
a knock on your window breaks your train of thought.
you sit up abruptly, staying still for a moment to allow your body to adjust to the change. hesitantly, you stand up and make your way to your window, looking outside. a dark figure could be seen outside, carrying what seemed to be an axe of sorts..? perhaps even hatchet. it was hard to see from your window.
the curious figure gestures to you, and then the door. they want you to let them in. out of the corner of your eye, you see it. the shadow. you swing your head around but it’s gone. are you going crazy? no.
you turn back to look out of the window again only to see the dark figure gone too. maybe.
you don’t breathe as you walk towards your bed. you don’t breathe as you get under the covers. you don’t breathe as you hide underneath them. maybe he had the right idea; maybe the tall man was coming for you now that he had toby.
is it that you are drowning?
getting out of bed after a sleepless slumber was useless, but realising things in your bedroom had moved around was even worse.
it was the small things you noticed first. like your red sweater was on the floor when it’s supposed to be on your clothing rack. maybe it fell off in the night? don’t be an idiot. some of your jewellery was missing. papers on your desk had been moved. your journal was left wide open with a pen on top of it. and you can’t breathe.
