⟢ best friend!seonghyeon x fem!reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗ oneshot fluff skinship drunk confession cuddling seonghyeon’s lowk a yearner both of seonghyeon and reader are in uni
an hey first fic on here what is uppps !! lmk what kind of fics you guys would like me to write > reqs are always open :)
best friend!seonghyeon who you’ve known since practically birth, is not a really talkative person when it comes to anyone else but you. sure, he can converse with people when he needs to, but not the way he does with you. that’s because he’s comfortable. too comfortable…
best friend!seonghyeon who is always around you. you don’t reckon there was ever a time where he wasn’t at the same function with you. he kind of hovers — not in a suffocating way, but in a way that makes you feel safe.
best friend!seonghyeon who struggles with expressing himself but manages to show you that he cares for you in subtle ways. exhibit A: he once bought you heat packs and your favourite hot chocolate from the store that was an hour away from where he lived because he knew you had started your period. exhibit B: he always walks you home when you finish cheer practice late, even though his council meetings ended early in the afternoon.
best friend!seonghyeon whose love language is teasing you. he’d literally find every opportunity to tease you over trivial matters. just the other week, you had brought the wrong textbooks for the wrong lessons and seonghyeon sure as hell did not let you forget about it for the next week.
best friend!seonghyeon who doesn’t understand why he’s bothered by the fact that you’d always deny all dating allegations. he’d lay in bed wondering to himself, what’s so bad about dating me? he would always dismiss those bothered feelings and remind himself that you had every right to deny the allegations. after all, you guys were just friends.
best friend!seonghyeon who asks you whether you would want to go to keonho’s party. you had at first rejected his invitation because you wanted to study, but he ended up convincing you anyway. said, “you need to learn how to unwind in the midst of the chaos that uni brings.” and boom, you said yes — something you always end up doing naturally when it comes to seonghyeon.
best friend!seonghyeon who thinks that he drank one drink too many at the party. he stumbles to you through the crowd of people in keonho’s house, almost tripping over somebody else who was knocked out cold on the floor. seeing you, he was already instantly relieved, a big sheepish grin forming on his face. there you were, his person.
best friend!seonghyeon who drunkenly confesses to you on the way home. “yn,” he slurs. “you’re, like, really pretty — your eyes are always so sparkly. it does something to me when i look into them.” it wasn’t a big “i like you” confession. it was a subtle one. one that told you exactly how much he liked you without telling it to you directly.
best friend!seonghyeon boyfriend!seonghyeon who starts abusing his boyfriend title by becoming even more clingy to you, more clingy than he’s ever been in the past (you didn’t even think that was possible). when you’d sleep over, he’d cuddle you hella. taking a nap? can’t do it without his cuddles! reading your lecture notes? can’t do it without his cuddles! watching a movie? better make sure you prep yourself for a 2h+ cuddle!
boyfriend!seonghyeon who loveeeees resting his forehead against yours in any sweet moments you share. he thinks that the action itself is far more intimate than kissing ever will be. he’d caress your face, closing his eyes to soak in the moment while your foreheads rested against each other. that is one of the many ways he expresses his love for you.
(엄성현) e.sh x fem!reader
☆ making out .
IN WHICH — A restless night turned into a restless guessing game with your needy boyfriend.
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1k — Fluff.
It was a rainy night. The group had just finished a photoshoot when it rained. Everyone was huddled together in the living room drinking hot chocolate while watching a slasher movie.
Seonghyeon was sitting beside you, covered in a giant blanket while holding your arms, hugging it like his pillow –well, you are his personal pillow.
“This movie is lame.”
He whispered so you were the only one who could hear.
You chuckled. You know he can get bored easily.
“Should we head to bed first?”
“Can I sleep over at your room?”
His eyes lit up as he asked that question, earning a slight eyebrow raise from you.
You were thinking about it –it is a very cozy night to be huddled together with your boyfriend all night long, wasn’t it? But then you remembered tomorrow’s schedule –you’ll all need to wake up early –and knowing Seonghyeon, he would not let you sleep that easily, especially when he’s this needy.
“Nope.”
You said, shaking your head as you slowly stood up, uncovering yourself from the thick blanket.
“C’mooonn.”
He tugged your arm.
The members looked at the two of you with an irritation visible on their faces.
“Ugh. If y’all want to be all lovey-dovey, don’t do it here. Get a room, you two.”
Martin groaned, while the other hummed in agreement.
“Okay. Goodnight Y’all!”
Seonghyeon cheered, pushing your body in the direction of your room, leaving the rest of the members, whose faces were still scrunched in disgust.
In your room, the two of you were already huddled up on your bed.
Neither of you had found the feeling of sleepiness yet, but you were trying to let sleep consume you –your eyes were closed as your breathing slowed down, finding its own calming rhythm. While beside you, Seonghyeon couldn’t seem to find his peace –he kept on changing position while somehow still managing to hold your figure in his arms.
And because of that, you also couldn’t find your peace.
“What’s wrong, Hyeonnie?”
You asked. Your voice was low and coarse from the dryness in your throat.
“It’s nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He assured you, caressing your hair as he pulled you in deeper into his embrace.
The voices from the living room had quieted down, a sign that everyone else was already sleeping.
“Should we brush our teeth again?”
“…what?”
That question came out of nowhere –it was just a random thought in his mind that he accidentally blurted out, or maybe intentionally.
“I’m bored, I couldn’t sleep…”
He groaned, finally moving his arms to rub his eyes.
“We’ve brushed our teeth already.”
“I know, but… Can we please do something to tire me out?”
He sat up, throwing the blanket away from both of your bodies.
You also sat up, sighing quietly through your nose as you thought of what to do. While your eyes searched all around your dark room, your eyes caught a significant paper bag –You just remembered you bought a whole lot of flavored chapstick.
And as if on cue, Seonhyeon’s eyes landed on the same bag –he immediately stood up and grabbed it before sitting back on the bed. He rummaged through the bag before pulling out some of the chapstick with excitement in his eyes.
You know where this is going.
“Let’s do that one challenge!”
Of course, that is actually why you bought all of those flavored chapsticks –so you could do the challenge with him someday –you just didn’t expect it to be tonight. But you were more than okay with it. In fact, you were excited.
“Okay, sure. But we’re heading right back to sleep after it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You grabbed the bag from his lap, but before you could even ask him to turn around and pick a flavor, he grabbed the bag from your hand with a sinister smile on his face.
“You’ll be the one guessing.”
“What? But it’s my chapstick.”
You glared at him, and he just shook his head while keeping that deadly smile of his.
“Nuh uh. Now turn around.”
You sighed, eventually turning your body around as he rummaged through the bag, looking for the desired flavor to apply to his lips.
“Okay.”
You turned around to face him again. He was ready, all smiles and giggles too.
You shook your head before slowly reaching your hand out to cup his cheek, then slowly closing the gap in between the two of you, pecking his velvet lips.
“Hmm… Cherry?”
“Nope, try again.”
He closed his eyes, ready for another kiss.
You went in for another peck, just a peck. But when your lips met his, his hands were already on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he slowly moved his lips in rhythm with yours.
You giggled into the kiss, clearly caught off guard.
When the two of you pulled back, both of you were out of breath, and you had forgotten the taste of the chapstick on his lips.
“Um, …cherry…?”
You hesitantly answered in a small voice, earning a very attractive chuckle from your boyfriend.
“You’ve guessed that one, baby.”
“…Oh…”
You were suddenly flustered, his eyes burning your whole body.
“Try again?”
You nodded before turning your body around, letting him put on the same chapstick again. When he was done, he immediately pulled you into another kiss, and this time it was much more needy.
And once again you forgot to even remember the taste of the chapstick –all you could feel was his velvety lips colliding with yours as if it were meant to be, like a puzzle being solved. It was satisfying.
Both of you didn’t pull away, clearly in too deep with the kiss and completely forgot about the challenge.
You opened one of your eyes, then your eyes caught a glimpse of the cherry chapstick lying on the mattress –he was cheating, but you couldn’t complain, though. You clearly enjoyed it.
Let’s just say the two of you were the last ones to wake up the next day, with red marks from the cherry chapstick still visible near both of your lips.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓈pider-sense VERSUS common sense... ،، 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌
𓏲𝄢 𝗌𝗎𝗆. who said spider-man was smart? yeah, they can dodge bullets and save the city without breaking a sweat, but the second it comes to you, their brains completely turn off... but they really do mean well.
𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒──stupid things the boys have done, and spider-man is always at the crime scene, one way or another.
𝖼𝗐. ( 🩹 ) ot5!cortis spider-man!cortis college!au 257O words a lot of property damage they're kinda dumb it's fine ♡
JAMES
there's a loud thud against your bedroom window.
you don't even look up from your laptop at first because you already know who it is. sure enough, when you pull back the blinds, james is hanging upside down from the glass in his full spider-suit. he's holding a greasy brown paper bag in one hand and a giant bouquet of pink flowers in the other.
you slide the window open, and he immediately swings himself inside, landing on his feet with a soft thump. he pulls his mask up past his nose, leaving his mouth free, and gives you a huge, proud grin.
a little too proud.
"happy anniversary, baby!" he says, holding out the flowers and the food. "i got the noodles you like from that place downtown. i almost dropped them twice dodging a bird, but we made it."
you look at the flowers, then down at your oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and then at the screen of your laptop that's currently open to a thirty-page history PDF.
you wince. you hate the conversation you're about to have.
"...james," you say slowly.
"yeah?" he's already walking over to your bed, setting the takeout bag down on your blanket. "i was thinking we could eat first and then go watch a movie. i brought clothes in my backpack so—"
"james. what day is it?"
he blinks, stopping in his tracks. you watch him tilt his head "it's friday."
"it's wednesday."
james stares at you. the mask on his head shifts as his eyes widen underneath it. "no it's not. it's friday."
"it is literally wednesday night," you say, pointing a finger at your laptop screen where the date is displayed in big white numbers. "our anniversary is on friday. in two days."
he steps closer, leaning his face so close to the screen his nose almost touches it. he stares at the screen for three whole seconds before pulling back, looking completely horrified.
"no way," he whispers. "how is it wednesday? i swear to god yesterday was thursday."
"how could yesterday be thursday if today is wednesday?"
"i don't know!" he groans, throwing his hands up in the air. he drops onto the edge of your bed, burying his face in his gloved hands. "my brain is fried. i spent two hours stopping a bank robbery this morning, i thought the week was over!"
you can't help but laugh at him. you walk over and sit down next to him, gently tugging at the edge of his mask until it slides off completely, revealing his messy hair and poutingg face.
"so... your spider-sense can literally tell you when a car is about to hit you from behind, but you can't check a calendar?" you ask, teasing him.
"shut up," he mutters, though a little smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. "the calendar app doesn't tingle when it's important."
"clearly," you laugh, taking one of the pink flowers out of the bouquet and smelling it. "what are we gonna do with all this food now? i'm supposed to be studying for midterms."
james looks up at you, his eyes softening as he reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "well, since i already bought it... we eat it now. and then on friday, i guess i just have to take you out again."
"again?"
"yeah," he says, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek before grabbing a pair of chopsticks from the bag. "i gotta make up for getting my days mixed up, right?"
JUHOON
you're standing on a chair in your room, on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as high as you can to grab a jar of peanut butter from the top shelf of your closet.
suddenly, there’s a crash. way, way too loud for the peacefulness of your home
you jump so hard you almost knock the chair over. plastic snaps, a lamp falls, and a blur of red and blue comes tumbling straight through your open window, tearing your window blinds completely off the wall before landing in a dramatic, superhero crouch on your floorboards.
what the fuck.
juhoon pops up instantly, his mask already pulling back over his face, eyes wide with adrenaline.
"i got you!" he yells, looking around the room frantically. "where are they? who's attacking you?"
you stand there on top of the chair, staring at him. then you look down at the crumpled, broken blinds lying in a sad heap on your carpet.
"bro," you say flatly.
he blinks, his head darting around your completely empty place. "nuh-uh. i felt it. my spider-sense literally spiked so hard my head hurt. i thought you were getting ambushed."
"juhoon," you frown, holding up the plastic tub in your hand. "i was reaching for peanut butter."
he stops. he looks at you, then at the peanut butter, then down at his feet where the ruind blinds are tangled around his boots.
"peanut butter?" he asks, his voice dropping into a squeak.
"yes. peanut butter."
"you were... struggling?"
"i was on my tiptoes!" you exclaim, stepping down off the chair and gesturing at the disaster near your window. "why would your spider-sense go off over peanut butter?"
juhoon rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks turning bright red as he looks at the damage he just caused. "i don't know! maybe it thought you were gonna fall off the chair? or maybe... maybe the peanut butter was expired?"
"it's unopened!"
"this is your fault. why were you so stressed over peanut butter? your heart rate literally spiked, baby."
"i was hungry, okay? and i thought i was gonna starve because i couldn't reach it! stop deflecting!"
"okay, fine, my bad!" he groans, dropping his hands to his sides and staring at the broken plastic on the floor. "i was just trying to be a good boyfriend and save you! i felt the tingle, and i panicked!"
you sigh, walking over to him and poking his chest. "you tore my blinds off the frame."
"i can fix it," he says quickly, pulling the tangled mess up from the carpet. a second later, a piece of plastic snaps right off in his hand. this is one of the many times he hates the super strength.
he freezes, looking down at the broken piece, then looks up at you with huge eyes. "...i will buy you new blinds. or maybe i can web it together. no one will ever know."
"webbing my window shut is not fixing it!"
he raises his hands in defense, slightly scared that you'll throw the jar at him. "okay, okay, i'll buy new ones."
"you better," you laugh, shaking your head as you pop the lid off the peanut butter. "and next time your head tingles when i'm in my own home, just knock like a normal person."
"noted," juhoon mutters, crouching down to try and hide the broken plastic under your desk. "no more saving you from high shelves."
MARTIN
you and martin are sitting on your bed, sharing a bag of chips as he talks about a crime he stopped earlier, when a knock echoes from your front door.
"hey, open up. it's the landlord, i need to check the radiator."
martin instantly freezes. his eyes go wide. "oh my god," he whispers, his voice pitching up an octave. "it's the cops. they found me."
"it's literally my landlord, martin," you whisper back, scrambling off the bed. "just go out the window! you have—you have the web... things!"
instead of doing the logical thing and jumping out the open window two feet away from him, martin completely panics. he scrambles off the bed, looks around your tiny bedroom like a trapped animal, and spots your plastic blue laundry basket in the corner.
before you can even ask what he's doing, he dives toward it, flips the basket upside down, and squeezes his entire six-foot frame underneath it.
it doesn't work at all.
the basket is sitting at a forty-five-degree angle on top of his back, his red-and-blue limbs poking out from under the edges in every single direction. he's curled up in the tightest fetal position humanly possible, completely motionless.
you stand there in total silence, staring at him.
"martin?" you ask.
"shhh!" a muffled voice comes from beneath the blue plastic. "i'm hiding"
"how are you supposed to be this city's savior?" you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose as the landlord knocks again, harder this time. "you look like a discarded superhero costume in a hamper. except, like, not discarded at all, because everyone can tell you're wearing it, man."
"i'm invisible," martin insists, the basket shifting as he speaks. "just answer the door. act natural."
"you are literally five times bigger than the basket!"
"i'm using stealth tactics!" he whispers fiercely. "go!"
you let out a long, suffering sigh, quickly smoothing down your shirt before walking out into the hallway to open the front door. you manage to distract your landlord for two minutes, talking endlessly about how the radiator works totally fine and sending him on his way.
when you lock the door and walk back into your bedroom, martin is still sitting under the basket, completely stilll.
you walk over and nudge his hip with the toe of your shoe. "he's gone, james bond. you can come out."
the plastic basket slowly tilts up, and martin pulls his mask up past his mouth, looking up at you from the floor with a shit-eating grin.
"see?" he says, dusting off his knees as he untangles himself from the laundry. "worked like a charm. he didn't see a thing."
"he didn't even come into the room, babe."
"because my stealth aura protected us," he says smoothly, standing up and pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. "you're welcome, by the way."
you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist.
new york is doomed.
SEAN
you're sitting at your desk trying to finish an assignment when you hear a steady, annoying drip coming from the bathroom.
sean, who is hanging out on your bed in his full spider-suit with the mask rolled up to his nose, perks his ears up. "is that the sink again?"
"yeah," you sigh, leaning back in your chair. "it’s been doing that all day. I’m gonna have to call my landlord tomorrow."
"don't waste your money," sean says, immediately hopping off the bed with a confident smile. "i can fix it. i fix stuff all the time."
"sean, no," you say, turning around in your chair. "you don't need to do that—"
"it's literally fine, it's just a loose valve," he says, already strolling into your tiny bathroom. "i'll just tighten it a little bit. two seconds."
you get up to follow him, but before you can even cross the room, there's a loud snap.
a second later, a blast of water hits the ceiling.
"oh—shit!" sean yells.
you burst into the bathroom to find a full-blown indoor water fountain blasting straight up from the broken pipe under the sink. water is raining down off the ceiling, soaking the walls, the towels, and sean, who is frantically trying to cover the burst pipe with his bare hands.
"sean!" you exclaim, wiping the spray off your face. "what did you do?"
"i barely touched it!" he yells back, his suit completely drenched and clinging to him as water shoots between his fingers. "i turned it like two millimeters!"
"you have super-strength, you idiot. dude, you snapped the metal."
"i thought it was rusted!" he whines, trying to use a web-shooter to cap the pipe, but the water pressure is so high it just blasts the webbing right into his own face. he wipes a clump of wet web off his forehead, looking totally overwhelmed. "okay, panic over, where's the main shut-off valve?"
"i don't know where the main valve is, this is an apartment building!"
water is already ankle-deep on your bathroom floor and spilling out into the hallway. sean looks at the ruined room, then down at the snapped pipe in his hands, and finally back at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes full of sheer terror
"i'm so sorry," he squeaks, his voice cracking as he stands there soaking wet under the literal waterfall. "i was just trying to be sweet."
you stare at him, water dripping off the hem of your shirt, and let out a long, exhausted laugh because if you don't laugh, you'll cry. "get out of the way, spidey. go grab every single towel i own."
"on it!" he shouts, rushing to help. and immediately slipping on the tile.
"jesus," you mutter.
KEONHO
it's around two in the morning when a noise echoes from your kitchen, followed by a muffled groan and the sound of a refrigerator door swinging open and shut repeatedly.
you rub the sleep from your eyes, stumble out of bed, and walk into the kitchen, flipping the light switch on.
keonho is stuck.
he's lying flat on his back on the floor, his legs propped up against the lower cabinets, completely wrapped in white webbing that ties him directly to the kitchen counter. half a slice of cold pepperoni pizza is still clutched in his gloved hand.
you stand in the doorway, staring at him.
"keonho," you say softly, your voice slightly raspy from sleep. "what are you doing?"
he slowly turns his head toward you, his spider-mask rolled up to his nose, showing a mouth full of pizza. he swallows hard before speaking.
"i was on patrol," he explains carefully, pointing the half-eaten pizza at you. "and i got hungry. so i swung by to check on you—and the fridge."
"and how did you end up webbed to the counter?"
"i tried to be stealthy and open the door with a web string," he mutters, looking extremely embarrassed as he tries and fails to wiggle his arms. "the shooter got caught on the handle, i tripped over my own feet, panicked, hit the button like five times, and... yeah."
you let out a long sigh and turn around, grabbing a pair of kitchen scissors from the holder by the microwave.
"wait, wait, stop," keonho says, watching you step closer with the scissors.
"what? i'm cutting you free."
"you can't," he sighs sadly, letting his head drop back against the floorboards with a dull thud. "the web formula is high-tensile strength. scissors won't cut through it."
"are you serious?" you ask, poking the white webbing with the sharp edge. sure enough, the blades don't even make a dent. "so how do you get out?"
"it... takes two hours to dissolve naturally," he says quietly, refusing to make eye contact with you now.
you stare down at him in disbelief. "you're gonna be stuck to my kitchen floor until four in the morning because you wanted a slice of leftover pizza?"
cold. cold leftover pizza.
"it's really good pizza," he whines weakly, taking another small bite. "do you... wanna sit down here with me? i can share."
you roll your eyes, but you grab a blanket from the couch, throw it over his chest so he doesn't freeze, and sit down right on the floor next to him, taking a bite of the pizza.
"you're unbelievable, kono," you laugh softly.
"yeah, yeah," keonho grins, chewing happily. "wake me up in two hours."
sum. sometimes, you love someone too much to let them go. even if they hurt you. a lot.
warnings. 2Oss angst no part 2! toxic!cortis emotional manipulation/neglect toxic relationship dynamics low self-esteem & internalized guilt reader apologizes so much established relationship
note. lowk felt so bad for her but we know the boys would irl never ok 💔
can u do recommend seonghyeon fics next plzzz i love ur tasteee 💞💞
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okay so… seonghyeon has been my number one fav ever since he caught my eye in those pre-debut pics i’ve seen of him but i MIGHT just be a martin bias now— and that revelation got me feeling like soobin when he said his bias in kara isn’t gyuri and instead became seungyeon LOL
hiii!! I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could do some Sean Macguire headcanons? Either way hope you have a very good day 💖💖
Sean Macguire Headcanons
He can't stay serious for long. He laughs and smiles at really inappropriate times.
He loves small trinkets.
He has a penny in his pocket he's careful not to mix with the regular coins because it's a lucky penny he found outside of a saloon.
Dogs love him. He's the sort of person to keep riling up the dog even after being told to stop. He makes friends with random dogs all the time. He's allergic to cats but still loves them. His eyes get all red and his nose starts to run but he can't help but pet all the cats he meets.
Picks his nose.
In a modern AU, he'd probably start hysterically crying while watching Disney movies.
Very sensitive to spices and sour foods. Likes plain foods but makes weird combinations.
Terrible short term memory.
Can make friends with just about anyone. Seriously, nobody is safe from being called his friend. And he gets very clingy with his friends.
Nsfw
Premature ejaculation. Sorry. He sticks his cock in you and he's immediately shooting off, no warning, no asking if it's okay for him to cum inside.
He doesn't understand foreplay. You have to teach him how to touch you and go down on you. Once he realizes how important it is, he'll make a genuine attempt at it.
I don't imagine he'd be too into getting a blowjob or handjob, he just wants to get to the main course.
You gotta slow him down and convince him to let you suck him. When he feels his cock sliding down your throat... he shoots off. LMAO, sorry, this guy just can't hold back when his balls start to clench.
He moans really loud when he cums and starts chanting "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
He has an average sized cock and balls. Nothing impressive about Macguire Jr.
He's down for whatever but he's not particularly freaky himself. I can see him teasing you a little, in a playful way of course, for wanting to do anything not vanilla. "Heh, knew you were a wild one." (Ugh, I can not capture his voice)
Actually, just torture him post-orgasm. Hold him still (he's quite weak and thin) and run the palm of your hand over the head of his cock. Really fast and really wet. He's gonna start squirming and whimpering and swat at your hands like a cat. You can squeeze another orgasm out of him, but it's gonna hurt him. His mouth opens in a perfect 'O' shape and he looks down in shock as his cock spurts out some more cum he didn't know he had.
He can come untouched if you top him. He'll let you put him in any position. He likes to act all tough and try to walk around like some sort of peacock but bend him over and fuck his ass and that all immediately falls apart. You can get him to say just about anything, he doesn't care how humiliating or degrading it is.
He gets weirdly energetic after sex. He lays down beside you and wants to talk about how great he did (he didn't do great). He feels no embarrassment or awkwardness afterwards, even if he said or did some really dumb things.
Reader stood outside Room 406 with her keycard in one hand and a paper bag of convenience-store snacks in the other.
The entire day had been exhausting. Between schedules, interviews, and endless travel, all she wanted was a shower and sleep.
The door next to hers opened.
Room 407.
And out stepped Seonghyeon.
His hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it all evening. He was wearing an oversized hoodie and looked far less polished than he did on stage.
For a second, both of them froze.
Then he looked down at the paper bag.
"Snacks?"
Reader looked down too.
"...Maybe."
Seonghyeon gasped dramatically.
"You went to the convenience store without me?"
"Without you?" she laughed. "Since when are convenience store trips a team activity?"
"Since right now."
His expression was so serious that she almost believed him.
Almost.
"You're ridiculous."
"I get told that a lot."
The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
Reader hated how cute that smile was.
Absolutely hated it.
An hour later, there was a knock on her hotel room door.
When she opened it, nobody was there.
Except for a can of strawberry milk sitting on the floor.
Reader immediately knew who it was.
She picked up the drink and opened her door wider.
"Seonghyeon."
Silence.
Then a muffled voice came from the neighboring room.
"You can't prove it was me."
Reader laughed.
The wall between their rooms was surprisingly thin.
"Thank you."
A pause.
Then:
"You're welcome."
It became a routine.
Every night after schedules ended, they'd return to their rooms and somehow end up talking through the wall.
It started with random things.
Favorite snacks.
Worst fashion choices.
Embarrassing childhood stories.
The conversations always stretched longer than they intended.
One night, Reader was sitting on the floor beside her bed when a soft knock echoed through the wall.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Their weird little signal.
She smiled.
"What?"
"Are you awake?"
"Obviously."
"Good."
A pause.
Then:
"I had a bad day."
The confession was quiet.
Unexpected.
Reader sat up straighter.
"What happened?"
For a few moments there was only silence.
Then Seonghyeon spoke.
"Tired."
His voice was softer than usual.
"Just... tired."
Reader understood immediately.
Some days were like that.
Not terrible.
Not dramatic.
Just exhausting.
The kind of exhaustion that settled in your chest.
"You know," she said, leaning against the wall, "I think you're allowed to be tired."
A laugh came from the other side.
"I know."
"No. Really."
She traced a finger along the wallpaper.
"You don't have to be perfect all the time."
Silence.
Then:
"...You're good at this."
"At what?"
"Making me feel better."
Reader felt warmth creep into her cheeks.
Good thing he couldn't see her.
The next evening, there was another knock at her door.
This time Seonghyeon was actually standing there.
Holding two cups of instant ramen.
His smile was sheepish.
"I accidentally made two."
Reader raised an eyebrow.
"You accidentally made two?"
"Yes."
"You intentionally made two."
"...Maybe."
She laughed and stepped aside.
"Come in."
For the next hour they sat on the floor eating ramen and talking about absolutely nothing.
The conversation jumped from music to movies to whether cereal counted as soup.
Neither of them won that argument.
Eventually, Reader noticed Seonghyeon staring at her.
Not saying anything.
Just looking.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He blinked.
Then smiled.
"Nothing."
"That's suspicious."
"It isn't."
"It absolutely is."
Seonghyeon laughed.
The sound filled the room.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Home-like.
The kind of laugh that made Reader want to hear it again.
And again.
And again.
The last night of the trip arrived far too quickly.
The next morning everyone would leave for different schedules.
Different cities.
Different flights.
Reader hated how disappointed she felt about it.
A knock came through the wall.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She smiled automatically.
"What?"
"Open your door."
Reader frowned.
Then stood and opened it.
At the exact same moment, Room 407 opened too.
Seonghyeon stepped into the hallway.
For a second neither of them spoke.
The hallway lights glowed softly overhead.
Everything felt strangely still.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
A smile appeared on his face.
The genuine kind.
The kind reserved for very few people.
"I'm going to miss this."
Reader's heart skipped.
"The wall conversations?"
"Those too."
Too.
The single word hung between them.
Reader felt her face warming.
"Oh."
Elegant.
Very elegant.
Seonghyeon laughed.
Then took a small step closer.
Not enough to be bold.
Just enough to be honest.
"When we get back," he said quietly, "let's not wait for hotel walls."
Reader looked at him.
At his nervous smile.
At the hope in his eyes.
And smiled back.
"Okay."
The grin that spread across Seonghyeon's face was so bright it could've powered the entire hotel.
And somehow—
That felt even better than the strawberry milk. 🩷✨
