#sean

[kaneninez]

Colm-septiceye

[kathaynesart]

Why do Leo and Jacksepticeye both pose the same way when searching for hidden passages?

[undying-love]

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[justformyjames]

❤︎⋆.˚ “Still think I’m just a Baby?”

Eomseonghyeon FF One Shot ༝༚༝༚

Seonghyeon X Fem Reader

・❥・ Word Count - 3.4 k

・❥・ 15+ Kissing, Play fighting, Swearing, Enemies to Lovers (Kind of not really), Best friends Brother, Reader is 18

・❥・ Synopsis- When the one person you despise most picks you up from class, what will you do when the car breaks down unexpectedly… in the middle of nowhere.

・❥・First time writing a kiss scene with someone besides James so i’m a little scared 🫣 but hopefully this ain’t too crazy. Starts off with text message but goes into writing!

Playlist - Single by The NBHD

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You wait at the curb just like he said, arms crossed, heart beating.

He did make you nervous, as much as you’d hate to admit it.

It was same amount of nerves as every other person you weren’t close with.

The car slowly pulled up, the window already down, his eyes immediately meeting yours.

You look down shyly before beginning to walk around the car to the passenger seat.

You open the door, he doesn’t look. A song playing lightly through the speakers, he taps his hands on the steering wheel, he seemed just as nervous.

You climb into the seat, throwing your bag onto the floor buckling the seatbelt before looking straight, waiting for him to start.

No words are exchanged when he undoes the parking break, slowly heading towards the exit.

It’s a left turn, he’s hesitant. He misses multiple opportunities to exit, making you snort slightly.

“Shut up.” He quickly remarks, still watching the road. Your hand gently covers your mouth, trying not to giggle more at his overly careful driving. It could be worse you guess.

Finally he gets on the road, his speed quickening.

He doesn’t go too far above the speed limit, just a steady pace. He would never put you in danger.

“You’re a pretty good driver boy.” You playfully say, looking over at him cutely focusing. His posture is straight, both hands on the wheel.

You were older so you had free reign on teasing.

“Yea i’m sure any driving is impressive to you.”

He was referring to a time when you picked him and your best friend up and maybe… just maybe almost got in an accident.

“Ugh!” You scoff dramatically, looking out the window when he turns toward you, smirking.

You look back meeting his gaze, his smile drops as he looks away facing forward, licking his lips.

Your head turns like a puppy analyzing him. You couldn’t lie, you were mesmerized, not even realizing you were staring.

“What?” He says, snapping you out of your trance.

“What?!” You say defensively, looking back out the window crossing your arms.

Instead of taking a left he takes a right. You know it’s the wrong way, you’ve taken the bus home 50 times already that year, you knew the route.

“Um-“ You sit up, your hands propping you up as you look down the road nervously.

“Relax, I'm going a quicker way.” He reassures you. He watches as you slowly rest back into your seat, a smile curving up his lips.

You don’t say anything, just pull out your phone, trying to distract yourself.

Suddenly he turns on the highway.

You’re way too nervous to say anything, just looking up from your phone, scrolling mindlessly.

Eventually he takes an exit, it was obviously a very rural area. You had no idea where you were.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me right?” You joke nervously.

“Would that be bad?” He stares forward slightly smirking, his mouth still closed, like he was trying not to laugh.

You push his arm, he falls to the side, gasping playfully, pretending it hurts.

“Sean… seriously, where the fuck are we?” You ask slightly hysterically, looking out the window at the treelined streets.

“It’s okay, just wait.”

You sit back in your seat nervously, slipping down deeper and deeper.

Suddenly the car slows down… randomly, nonsensically.

“What the fuck.” He whispers, saying the words almost all in one.

“What’s going on?!” You question, promptly sitting up.

“This stupid-“ He hits the steering wheel.

“This car god!” He says angrily, staring at the speedometer going down slowly.

You turn around to see a car quickly nearing the back of yours, it didn’t seem to be slowing down.

“Sean…” You say looking back terrified, your voice shaking.

“What?” He says slightly annoying, looking over at you.

When he sees you looking back he quickly checks the mirror.

“Oh shit!” He swerves off the street with the little bit of juice left in the car, going straight down a shallow hill.

He slowly breaks, allowing the car to settle in the grass right next to the road.

You sit, your hands on either side, staring in shock.

“I’m so sorry.” He says breathlessly.

You look over at him wide eyed, slightly pissed off, but also still too much shock to get mad.

You see it. You’re holding hands.

Right when you look at it, so does he, you both let go at the same point pulling your hands back.

You lick your lips nervously, slowly turning towards him.

“So… what now?” You smile slightly, quite frankly you were so appalled by how unexpected this evening was going, all you could do is laugh.

He rests his head against the steering wheel, his hands on either side, when he looks over at you. He smiles before flipping his head back, hiding behind his hands in embarrassment, his hair covering his face.

“What?!” You chuckle, leaning forward pushing him gently.

“I guess… call Jordan” (Your friend/His sister) He says, his head still pressed against the steering wheel. At that moment you were reminded he was in fact younger than you. You open your phone immediately noticing, only an SOS symbol.

“I have no service.” You say nervously, your heart dropping, suddenly your anxiety set in.

“Okay I still have one bar, let me call her.” He opened the door, stepping out slamming it behind him. He stood outside, his phone held up against his ear, his other hand hugging his opposing arm. Your mind was racing a mile a minute, you stared blankly not even realizing you were staring at him until he turned around, meeting your eyes.

You didn’t break it, you maintained eye contact.

His mouth started moving, you knew he was talking to her. It didn’t take long before he put the phone down, looking at it confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

He glared out at the road, obviously annoyed before opening the door and slipping back in the seat.

“What happened?” You ask impatiently.

“It died.” He raises his eyebrows, pursing his lips in a way that signified he was giving up.

“What?” You snap back, his nonchalance pissing you off.

“So… is she coming-“

“No, but she knows where we are?”

“What… why are you being so weird.”

“Because I don’t want to be stuck here.” He reached down for the red bull in the drink compartment, taking a sip staring out the window. The whole conversation he didn’t look at you once.

“Whatever.” You cross your arms, turning your whole body towards the window.

You always knew he was an asshole. You never spent more than 5 minutes with him, but every time he managed to piss you off.

He didn’t try to mend the situation, even if he complained more you would’ve liked it better than just sitting in silence.

Both of your phones wifi didn’t work so you just sat, readjusting every few minutes, him taking a sip from his redbull while you checked the clock.

“Okay so what?” You finally sit up smacking the middle storage compartment in anger.

His eyebrows raised as he almost spit up his drink, you catching him mid sip.

“What?” He says confused, glaring at you.

“We’re just gonna sit here… and like what?” Your hands are in the air waving around hysterically as you speak. You felt crazy trying to get through to him. He was SUCH a teenage boy, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You opened the door and stepped out.

You heard him begin to speak but you closed the door cutting him off purposefully.

With your arms crossed you walked down the side of the road, waiting for him to follow you.

You hear the door slam.

“Hey!” He yells, he shuffled towards you running slowly.

“Y/N stop.” He stood in front of you, stopping you from walking any further. You look up at him, your mouth in a pout. You know you were being dramatic but you didn’t care. You wanted him to react, show some sort of urgency, anything.

“She’s coming okay-“ He stepped forward, his hand reaching forward cupping the side of your arm.

You flinched involuntarily, not physically, just your heart, skipping a beat at his touch. You weren’t sure why.

“Okay.” You look down, your feet kicking the dirt below. You didn’t move not wanting to go back into the car, but too exhausted to walk forward.

“Are you okay?” His random display of empathy shocked you. You looked up with doe eyes, blinking gently.

His eyebrows turned in at the sight of you, his eyes darted around nervously, fidgeting, placing his hands in his pockets as he bit his lip innocently. You noticed this. You smiled gently looking towards the road, then back down at your feet.

“Yea.” You reassured him with a gentle purse and your lips.

You now stared at each other, his head leaning back, his eyes looked down at you narrowing suspiciously, his eyebrow raising gently.

You tried to hide your smile but it was impossible. Your eyes trailed down seeing the band of his under.

“Pull up your pants asshole.” You suddenly say, your eyes burning through him.

“Why… does it bother you?” He questioned, smirking gently.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed before turning around.

You could hear him running up to stand next to you.

“So… did you break up with that guy?” Not sure who he was talking about, you look over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Come on, the guy you were at that party with.” Just then it clicked, it was a random guy you had met that night. He kept following around like a lost puppy, and you let him, considering he wasn’t the ugliest person there.

“Sean.” You turn your head staring at him blankly.

“What?” He questioned his voice cracking when he put his hands up.

“I don’t even remember that guy's name.”

You looked down watching your converse soak into the wet grass.

You were lying. You remembered exactly who he was.

“What about you?” You asked, looking forward.

“What? No, I'm single… if that’s what you're asking?” He rambled slightly, making you smile, trying not to laugh at his innocence.

“Yea… I forgot you’re a baby.” You said the words knowing it would piss him off. He was only one year younger than you, but no matter what, he was your little sister's baby brother.

“Ugh.” He stopped suddenly, standing, glaring at you from behind.

You just laughed, your head flying back as you continued to walk towards the car.

You made it back to the car when he quickly ran in front of you reaching for the passenger door.

It didn’t open.

You leaned against the car, arms crossed watching him, judgment covered your face.

He suddenly looked confused, not even embarrassed.

“This shouldn’t be locked.” He asserted, running around to the drivers side.

You watched him through the window trying to open the door. It was locked.

“Sean!” You yell loudly.

“Shit.” He yelled, kicked the door, his hands in his hair as he looked down the road hopelessly. He was too embarrassed to look back at you.

You turned around, still leaning against the car. He walked over slowly, his head hung low in shame.

“I’m sorry.” He said guiltily, his hand pulling back his hair.

“No it’s okay… I shouldn’t have left.” You reassured him.

Before he could respond you felt a drop on your nose. You both looked up to see the clouds painting the sky completely grey.

“I swear to god.” You remark, your hands covering your face.

“It’s okay it’s uh-“ He didn’t know what to say, trying to stay nonchalant when he was obviously nervous.

Before you knew it the rain was pouring. Not just a sprinkle, a complete downpour.

You ran into the forest lining the road, Seonghyeon not far behind you.

You screamed, running deeper and deeper, until you no longer felt the rain hitting you.

Eventually you found a place where it was only a light sprinkle, taking cover under a shallow tree.

He snuggled in right next to you, your arms smushed against each other, both leaning over, extremely uncomfortable.

You hadn’t looked at each other once the whole time, until now.

You made eye contact, your noses inches apart. He looked down at your lips, instinctively you followed, looking down at his. In an instant you both turned away. It wasn’t even a second before your eyes found their way back, he was already watching you, waiting for you. You blinked gently, lost in his hazel irises. His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead.

He panted gently. His eyes moved up and down your face repeatedly at a rapid speed.

You knew he was thinking about it, kissing you.

You meant to lean back only an inch, when you fell back, hard, your behind hitting the mud. You could feel it immediately soaking through your pants.

“Ughhh!” You remarked loudly, pouting with your eyes stapled closed, scared to open them.

He laughed loudly. You glared at him, when he covered his mouth snorting. You don’t know what overcame you, maybe it was out of spite, or just pure anger, but you reach forward, aggressively yanking his shirt towards you.

You weren’t sure what you originally intended by pulling him. Maybe he would faceplant and land on his chest, or fall forward on his hands and knees. But neither of those things ended up happening. He collided with you, falling forward, making you collapse on your back, his hands on either side of you. You laughed uncontrollably, your head flying back. He didn’t laugh, he simply stared, distracted by your neck, watching you turn back towards him.

You stopped laughing almost instantly when you saw him so close.

His hair fell forward, just the ends grazing your forehead, while his necklace dangled, ticking your neck.

He didn’t look like a boy anymore.

His arms shook, as was holding himself up. He was losing strength slowly, propped up on one knee between your legs, while his other leg stayed straight, his converse digging into the mud.

You noticed him losing stability and in fear of him falling on you, you grabbed his shirt flipping him over suddenly.

“Ugggghhhh.” He grunted, his back squishing into the mud. You were both completely covered at this point and there was no point in trying to stay clean.

You laughed again, your legs on either side of his hips, still tightly gripping his shirt.

No longer under the bush, the rain soaked your back instantly, but you didn’t care. In the heat of the summer, the rain was warm, comforting. Once you were fully submerged it was more like a blanket. Your hair fell forward, surrounding his face.

He reached up, his fingers intertwining with the loose strands, tucking them behind your ear. You watched him, how focused he was, how unaware he was of his beauty.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, you kissed him.

It was quick, soft, like two kindergarteners.

You pulled your head back, opening your eyes to see him, his lips pink, his cheeks rosy, his pupils dilated.

Your hand met his cheek rubbing the side with your thumb, you noticed the mud from your hand painting his face, but you didn’t stop.

His hand curved around your neck, and before you could stop him, he kissed you again.

This time, longer, slower.

You couldn’t even try to pull away as he held you in, his grip strong around your neck.

He sat upright. The rain fell between your faces, mixing with your kiss. Your arm wrapped around his neck, your other hand holding his cheek. His lips met yours perfectly, you were completely lost in the kiss, it felt insane to stop now.

Both of his hands went up the back of your shirt, your back arching into his touch, when you finally pulled back. The rain poured down his face, his eyelashes long, the rain running through them, his lips glossed over, his hair stuck to his forehead. He laughed softly, grinning widely looking up at you. He bit his lip playfully before he shook his head quickly, the access water hitting you in the face, you squealed, squinting your eyes. When you opened them he was combing his hair back, slicking it back with the rainwater. You reached forward, pulling his head back as you assisted him in tucking the loose strands away. When you finished you cupped his face, smiling seductively, drunk off of his kiss.

You sat in his lap, every single item of clothing you wore was soaked, glued to your bodies.

The rain poured so loud, you just sat in silence.

He leaned forward, his lips pressed against your ear.

“Still think I'm just a baby?” He said, his deep voice vibrating through your ear.

You bit your lip at his comment, your fingers squeezing his shirt tighter.

He kissed your cheek gently before coming back in front of you.

“Yes.” You say, your hand meeting his face, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone gently.

You then lean forward towards his ear.

“My baby.” You whisper as your hand lightly grips the front of his neck.

You pull back, your hand releasing from his neck, running down his chest, down his abs, now prominent, the rain glueing his shirt to his skin.

You gulp gently as the sight, when his hand meets your face, pulling forward and kissing you one last time.

Just then you hear a honk, you both look towards the road. You see headlights shooting through the forest, it’s Jordan.

You stand up quickly, he reaches his hands up like a child, waiting for you to help him.

You laugh, grabbing them, yanking him upwards until he’s on his feet, towering over you.

You turn around when he grabs your wrist, interlocking his fingers with yours. He walked next to you now, planting a kiss on the side of your forehead.

You reach the end of the forest, you release his hand gently at the sight of her car.

You step out into the street, quickly running to the passenger door, throwing it open.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?! Here grab that towel from the back!” She exclaims loudly pointing to the backseat.

You hear the back door open. You don’t even flinch, not wanting her to notice anything.

She was smart, that’s why she was your best friend, she would figure it out immediately.

“Sean? You okay?” She asked firmly, looking back at him through the rear view mirror.

“Yep.” He said emotionlessly, like it was obvious he wasn’t.

“Okay kids, let’s get you home.” She giggled her shoulders perking up when she looked over at you.

She pulled off the street shoulder, immediately starting the descent back home.

“So what happened?” She asked, staring forward still focused on the street.

“Nothing. We got locked out and then we attempted to take cover in the forest… we failed obviously.” You said, pulling the towel tighter around your body.

“Sean why didn’t you just use the back door? It never locks, it was probably open.” She says looking back at him, her eyebrows in a confused furrow.

“It wasn’t.” He said blankly.

You knew for a fact he didn’t check the back door.

You looked in the side mirror and saw his eyes already on you. You both smiled before looking away instantaneously.

“Do you have any more towels?” You asked.

“Oh yea… Sean… pass her another from the back.”

He shoves the towel between the head rest and side of the car, when you reach back to grab it you touch his hand on accident, he doesn’t pull it back, instead he readjusts, placing his hand on top of yours. You pull yours away quickly, immediately looking at Jordan, she’s completely oblivious, you lay the towel over your legs.

You glare at him in the mirror. He looks back at you, winking, the rest of his face staying stiff. You scoff, shaking your head gently.

“What?” Jordan questions.

“Nothing, just thinking.” You lean back looking at him again, squinting in anger as he smirks, biting his lip mischievously.

“Why were you guys all the way out here anyways?”

You both sat in silence staring forward, waiting for the other to speak.

“It was her idea.” Finally he breaks the silence.

“Yea sure.” You immediately respond, a small smirk escaping.

You didn’t notice but Jordan was now looking. Her eyes darting between the two of you, and just then, it was over, she knew everything.

THE END

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Hope you guys enjoyed this short one!

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eom seonghyeon 𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁

Idol!seonghyeon x 6thmember!reader

syn. IN WHICH seonghyeon’s favorite secret has always been you.

⋆.˚⭑.ᐟ contains fluff, pet names, established secret relationship, acts of service bf seonghyeon

a/n Hi I’m running out of ideas pls send requests. I might be a little slow with posting because I’m going on vacation hehhhh literally uploading as I board the plane

The hardest part wasn't pretending you weren't in love with Seonghyeon.

It was pretending you weren't allowed to show it.

Every schedule became an exercise in restraint. Cameras followed Cortis from the moment you stepped out of the dorm until the staff finally called it a night. Fans analyzed every glance, every smile, every accidental touch frame by frame. As the youngest member—and the only girl—you were already under a microscope. One wrong move, one lingering look, and rumors would spread before you even got back into the van.

So the two of you became experts at acting.

He ruffled your hair on variety shows because that's what an older member would do.You shoved his shoulder when he teased you because that's what the maknae would do.

Everyone laughed.

No one realized the only reason you pushed him away was because you desperately wanted to do the opposite.

"Can someone help her with her microphone?" The stylist's voice echoed through the dressing room. Before anyone else could react, Seonghyeon's head lifted instinctively.

"I'll—"

He stopped himself.

The silence only lasted a second, but you noticed it.

One of the other members stood instead.

"I got it."

Seonghyeon leaned back against the wall, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

Your eyes met across the room.

His expression remained perfectly neutral.

Only you noticed the apology hidden there.

I forgot.

You smiled almost imperceptibly.

It's okay.

Halfway through rehearsal, the choreographer announced another run-through.

Everyone groaned.

You dropped onto the practice room floor beside the mirror, exhausted, reaching for your water bottle. Before your fingers could close around it, another bottle slid silently toward you.

You looked up.

Seonghyeon was already walking away.

He hadn't looked at you.

He hadn't said your name.

To everyone else, it could have been meant for anyone.

Still...

The bottle cap had already been loosened.

Just the way he always did for you.

That tiny gesture lingered in your mind for the rest of practice.

It shouldn't have mattered.

It was just a water bottle.

But hidden relationships weren't built on grand declarations.

They survived because of moments like that.

The extra hoodie left outside your bedroom door when he knew you'd be cold.

The way he quietly switched meals with you whenever the catering forgot you couldn't eat something spicy before performances. The barely noticeable tap against your wrist whenever he walked past—a secret way of saying I'm here.

Nobody noticed.

Nobody except you.

The tension only got worse during live broadcasts. Fans constantly asked if any of the members had ideal types.

Dating.

Marriage.

Relationships.

You hated those questions.

The host laughed.

"So, Seonghyeon! What kind of person catches your attention?" The room erupted with teasing. You focused very hard on fixing the sleeve of your jacket.

"Someone..." he began carefully, "who works hard even when nobody notices."

Your heartbeat slowed.

"...Someone who always takes care of other people before themselves."

The members nodded thoughtfully.

"Aww."

"That's sweet."

You kept your eyes down.

Because you knew.

He wasn't describing some imaginary future girlfriend.

He was describing you.

After the broadcast ended, everyone climbed into the elevator together.

It was cramped.

Too many managers.

Too many staff.

Too many people.

By complete accident—or maybe terrible luck—you ended up standing directly in front of Seonghyeon.

Your backs nearly touched.

You could feel his warmth without either of you moving.

Someone shoved into the elevator at the last second.

The sudden movement threw you backward. A hand caught your waist before you lost your balance.

Firm.

Steady.

Gone just as quickly.

Nobody reacted.

The doors opened.

Everyone walked out. But your pulse never recovered.

That night, your phone buzzed while you were lying in bed.

Hyun ❤️

Rooftop?

You stared at the message for almost a full minute. The company had recently reminded everyone not to wander around the dorm after midnight.

Managers had been making random checks.

Meeting him was risky.

You typed anyway.

Five minutes.

The rooftop was quiet except for the distant sounds of traffic below. He was already waiting, hoodie pulled over his head against the cool breeze.

"You came."

"I always do."

His smile was small.

Almost relieved.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved.

That was becoming your habit lately.

Standing close enough to touch.

Never actually doing it.

Because after spending entire days pretending strangers meant more to each other than lovers did...

Even privacy felt unfamiliar.

"I hated today," he admitted quietly. You looked at him.

"Because of rehearsal?"

He shook his head.

"I wanted to help with your mic."

You smiled sadly.

"I know."

"I almost did."

"I know."

"I had to watch someone else fix it instead."

His laugh was hollow.

"It's ridiculous."

"It isn't."

"It is."

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking out over the city lights.

"I keep forgetting that I can't just..." He gestured helplessly toward you.

"...take care of you."

The confession settled between you.

Heavy.

Honest.

You took one careful step closer.

Then another.

Until barely a foot separated you.

"You do take care of me."

His eyes met yours.

"You leave snacks in my bag."

"You notice when I skip meals."

"You stay awake until I text that I'm back safely."

A tiny smile tugged at his lips.

"You noticed."

"I notice everything you do."

The words escaped before you could stop them.

Silence followed.

The kind that made your heart race.

"So do I," he whispered.

One more step.

That was all it would take.

You watched his eyes flicker briefly to your lips before returning to your gaze.

He swallowed.

You did too.

Neither of you moved.

Not because you didn't want to.

Because you wanted to too much.

"Princess..." The nickname was barely audible.

Just hearing it after an entire day of formal names and careful distance made your chest ache.

"Hm?"

"I've been wanting to hold your hand since breakfast."

You laughed softly, though your eyes stung unexpectedly.

"That's all?"

"No."

His voice was quiet.

"I've wanted to kiss you since you smiled at me during rehearsal."

Your breath caught.

"You looked so tired," he continued, "and all I could think about was pulling you aside for five minutes so I could remind you to take care of yourself."

"You always remind me."

"Not enough."

Without thinking, your fingers brushed against his.

It wasn't dramatic.

Just the lightest touch.

His hand immediately turned, threading your fingers together as though he'd been waiting all day for permission.

The simple contact felt almost overwhelming.

Warm.

Safe.

Real.

He let out a slow breath.

"I missed this."

"So did I."

His thumb traced lazy circles over the back of your hand, and for a moment, the world beyond the rooftop disappeared.

No cameras.

No managers.

No expectations.

Just the two of you.

Then... The rooftop door clicked.

Both of you froze.

Voices echoed from the stairwell.

Managers.

Your hands separated instantly.

You both stepped apart, hearts pounding.

The door handle turned.

For one agonizing second, neither of you breathed.

"...Huh."

A manager peeked outside, looked around the empty rooftop entrance, and frowned.

"Thought I heard someone."

Footsteps.

Then the door closed again.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You didn't realize you'd been holding your breath until Seonghyeon quietly laughed beside you.

"That was way too close."

You nodded, your heartbeat still racing.

"It was."

He looked at you for a long moment before smiling—a smile reserved only for you, hidden from every camera and every fan.

"Come on, princess."

"What?"

"If we stay out here any longer..."

He offered you the smallest, almost invisible brush of his pinky against yours as you walked toward the door.

"...I'm not going to want to keep pretending anymore."

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𝜗ৎ The Bow Thief 𝜗ৎ |안건호| Ahn Keonho

pair — Keonho x illit's 6th member!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

genre — idol smau ⊹ ࣪ ˖

plot — You find out that your favourite White bow accessory gets lost after the encore stage, only to find out that an idol peer (who likes you) has found it and has been keeping it with a very obvious intention... ⊹ ࣪ ˖

contains — reader is implied female, profanity, swearing, bickering, mentions of illit members (lol) slight mention of minju and leehan, reader has straight hair, yunah calls minju her wife twice ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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a/n — srry guys first ever keonho x illit fic I was kinda nervous. Also this is very unimportant but I ship Minju and Leehan, there I said it 🙏

Req by anon <3 I know this isn't exactly what you asked but the voices in my head go null when im given a specific topic :')

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