⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ getting frustrated at math equations, yeon sieun can’t help but patiently teach you.
cold, distant and reserved— words that people used to describe yeon sieun, who surprisingly is your boyfriend. honestly? you don’t know how it happened. it felt like it just.. well.. happened!
maybe being his girlfriend was already surprising, another thing is that he is a completely different person when he’s with you. sure, he was still quiet as ever, though he listened to you intently. eyes looking at you oh-so-sweetly, indicating that his full attention was on you. his gaze softens at the sight of you, his body slightly eases up around you. he really just had a soft spot for you.
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arriving at school, yawning as you walk into class. as usual, sieun was already there, scribbling notes into his notebook like he always did. a faint smile bloomed across your lips at the sight while you walked to your seat and took out all your books and stationary.
the day went on, and it was math class. you internally had a mental breakdown at the mere sights of equations on a piece of paper. you can’t help but stare at the list of equations hopelessly. “ugh..” you murmur to yourself.
sieun hears your gentle groan, turning his head to face you, the both of you locking gazes. you shot him a glare that screamed “omg i can’t do this pls help”.
but then all your worries literally melted away as you see a small smile creep onto his face, you blinked. a soft blush spread across your cheeks while you quickly looked away. gosh, if he didn’t smile you’d tell him to.. but if he did? you feel your teeth and fists clench— not out of anger, but because your heart did a little weird flip and felt a wave of cuteness aggression.
the bell then rung, indicating that it was the end of school. you packed up your stuff and swung your bag over your back as you began to walk over to sieun. he finished up packing his bag as he turned to look at you, “.. do you need help in maths?” he asks whilst he gets up and pushes the chair back.
you look at him rather awkwardly, “that’d be.. nice.”.
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and now, you find yourselves in the library. books scattered across the table accompanied sounds of the gentle scribbling against paper. the occasional sounds of sieun’s voice explaining how things work before giving you small equations to finish.
he scribbled a few numbers onto a piece of paper as he hands the notebook over to you. “try these, i’ll go to the toilet. i’ll be right back.” he says, getting up from his seat. as he walks away, you feel a pang of sadness as you stare at the piece of paper. you’ve been holding it in, but you felt so so stupid.
stupid for getting lost in the endless spiral of numbers, you mentally curse yourself. what was wrong with you? it was all just numbers.. why did you find it so hard to understand?
you subconsciously feel tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall. as tears hovered over the edge, you felt soft footsteps approaching. you quickly wiped the tears away, a small sniffle escaped as you tried to keep yourself together.
his heart skips a beat, still standing up he spoke. “are you.. crying?” his voice softened as the last word, his heart couldn’t bear the fact that you were crying. but at those simple words, you can’t help but let the tears fall. he quickly realizes this as he rushes over to you.
your arms find its way around his waist as he stood infront of you whilst you sat down, tears flowing and dampening his uniform. his hands rest on your head before gently caressing your hair.
“what’s wrong.. hm?” he asks quietly, his voice patient and understanding. “i—i can’t seem to understand anything and i just— i feel so stupid!” your voice breaking up, tears still pouring out of your eyes.
his heart aches at the sound of your crying and your harsh words. “hey hey.. don’t say that.. you’re not stupid, okay?” he pauses as he quietly thinks about what to say next, his fingers still tracing your hair. “i’m more than happy to teach you, don’t cry okay? i’ll help you through this.” he says, giving you a fuzzy feeling in your heart.
you blinked away the tears, looking up at him as his hands cupped your cheeks, cradling your face with a surprising feeling of softness and affection. his thumbs wipe away your tears before he sat back down next to you.
“calm down, hm? i’ll help you understand okay?” he says, comfortingly rubbing your back. you nodded in response, “just tell me if you have any questions.”
and just like that, he went back to teaching you. he was so patient, his voice soft and gentle. he occasionally asks you the same question over and over again, “do you get it?”
he really does have a soft spot for you, and maybe only you.
— 𝓂ei’s 𝓃ote : i literally procrasinated this one SO hard !! this was for the love letters i cant send event, hope u guys enjoyy
— 𝓌ord 𝒸ount : 1243
the way to the grocery store, your hands were tucked warmly in your pocket as leehans was tucked in his own. but you walked next to each other, shoulders touching. today was valentines day, the both of you were single and all of your friends were out for dinner with their own significant others. the both of you decided to just spend the night at his place, accompanied by a movie and maybe a sweet treat. that’s what brought you here, the grocery store.
the both of you walk into the grocery store, he grabs a shopping basket and hands his phone over to you with his notes app open. “here's the list.” he says, calm and composed, how he always sounded. you replied with a quiet nod as you took his phone in your hands. the note was titled “valentines list” and had a few things on there. “strawberries are first, for the chocolate covered strawberries.” you said to him, he nods in response walking to the fruit section.
as time went on, you read out the next thing after another. while you look at the screen for the next thing, you accidentally exited the note. you mean to click on the list again right away, but your eye caught something. his notes app was filled with notes that had titles like “draft” or “confession” all dated almost everyday for a month straight. all of them were written in the dead of night, probably when he thought a little too hard.
you click on one of them, everything around you starts to blur as you read it. it had some sort of confession letter, but the last word was cut off. he did not continue it, and there was still a new note he made the day after. it was the same, he didn't finish it, but it was rephrased each time. when you started to get focused on the words he typed, his voice took you out of your trance. “y/n, what's next?” he asks, unaware. your head shoots up from the screen of his phone, you swallowed and clicked back on the list. your voice was a little nervous, but you managed. “.. chocolates.”
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the entire ride to his place, you were quiet. questions about what was in his notes app filled your head, you liked him too. but how would you tell him that you saw his entire month-long attempt at trying to confess to you? you swear you might faint on the spot at how crazy your head was spiraling. but again, he snaps you out of your trance. “y/n, you’re really quiet. what happened?” he asks, his voice curious. he was always observant, always paying attention to you like you were the only thing that existed to him. you shook your head, “its fine, just a little sleepy.” you said and he doesn't believe it one bit. “it's 8pm, are you really sleepy?” he asks skeptically, he knew something was up with you.
you nodded, and he didn't push it. he knew you probably had something to say, but it seemed you weren't ready to say it. the rest of the ride was quiet, but it wasn't awkward, not at all. it was a silence with comfort, one where the other's presence just felt warm.
arriving at his place, the both of you get out of the car, met by the cold air. he walks toward his doorstep, about to push the key into the keyhole before your voice cuts through the silence. “leehan,” you call his name, your voice was careful. he looks back, his key dangling on the keyhole. he stops everything he's doing, and part of him notices the difference in your voice. “huh? what's wrong?” he asks as he noticed how far away you were, he steps closer. you swallow, nervous, but you couldn't hold it in anymore. “i–i saw your notes.” your voice trembled a little in the cold, but you were sure. you were sure you wanted to know, you were sure that you were ready to listen to whatever he was gonna say.
his heart stops, he stops stepping closer as he stands a distance from you. it was like the whole world was a blur between the two of you, just your question that hung in the cold, quiet air. before long, he sighs. “you did?” his voice was laced with a little bit of disappointment. you nodded in response.
“i’m sorry y/n. i didnt mean to make it weird, you weren't supposed to see that yet–” he pauses before he takes a deep breath. “i wasn’t ready yet, i didn’t know how to tell you without ruining us..” he didn't realize it, but you were stepping closer before you wrapped your arms around him. you let out a relieved and content sigh. “gosh, you’re such an idiot.” you murmur into his jacket.
he freezes as he feels your hands wrap around him, at first, he's taken aback. he doesn’t know how to react, he doesn't even know what's going on. but before long, he wraps his own arms around you, gently rubbing your back like he always did. “i’m an idiot? what?” he asks, followed by a dry scoff. “i like you too.” you say. the words were quiet, but heavy with meaning.
his whole world stops as he pulls away to look into your eyes. “you do?” he asks, eyes expectant. you can almost see his lips curving into a smile. you nodded in response. “so.. can you say everything you've been trying to say for the past month?” he looks at you, his eyes turning into crescents as his smile grows on his face. you look at him fondly, god, you could get drunk on his smile.
“i like you y/n.” he starts, holding both your hands in his. he looks nervous, but excited. “i like you alot. i like how you make me feel warm. you make me feel like i've never before.” he said quietly, his words were careful. you smile at him, “mhm? really?” you ask. your own smile creeps onto your face. he nods, “yeah, i like you.” he says again like he would say it a million times to assure you that he likes you. “you like me?” you ask, a little bit more teasingly this time.
he smiles as he lets out a small and flustered laugh. “no, i love you.” he says, his voice laced with nothing but adoration for you. your smile grew as your thumb drew circles on his hand. “i love you too.” those words were all he wanted to hear from you, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he pulled you close and into his arms.
the both of you hugged each other for a while before pulling away as you spoke. “let’s go inside, chocolate covered strawberries are waiting!” you say before running past him and unlocking the door. he scoffs lightly in disbelief, he rushes after you. his heart felt full, his smile felt real. and for the first time, he was completely honest with you.
the night went on, an in the middle of making the chocolate covered strawberries he spoke. “did you read the last draft?” he asked. you nodded, a little confused. “i think so?” he smiles softly as he focuses on melting the chocolate, “that was probably the closest one.”
⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕mentions of alcohol, reader wears makeup, parties
⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕angst, comfort
⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕1,834
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕i havent written in so long! so im sorry if this is a little rusty. not proofread!
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕having broken up with taesan, you try to move on with the lingering thought of him in the back of your mind. you decide to show up to a house party, bumping into him.
how can you look at me and pretend, i’m someone you’ve never met?
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words that linger in the back of your mind ever since that messy breakup you had with taesan. it all started with small, little disagreements here and there.. you really didn't think it’d turn out this bad. but oh, you were wrong. those “little” arguments turned into full blown arguments, exchanging insults and it all ending the same way. both of you drifting away, not bothering to apologize to one another.
inevitably, this crushed that illusion you once called love between both you and taesan. the break up was extremely messy, your tearstained face, the both of you raising your voices, something you’d never even wish upon your greatest enemy. it was your biggest heartbreak, because even with how he was, he was undoubtedly the man you loved the most.
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but how could it come to this? he would look at you like you never went through anything together. like you never even crossed paths, you were feeling torn and confused. was it maybe because you wanted him back? not his recent self– but his past self. the taesan who would take you out on dates, buy you “just because” flowers, and even write songs for you. you missed that version of him, the version of him you fell oh so hard for.
why did he change? why does he look at you like you've never met? it was only last december when you were laying on his chest, but he let it go as if it was the easiest thing he had to do in his entire life. it was tearing you apart, not only about him, but about how he was acting amidst all of it. the nonchalance, the casualness laced in his voice.. like you never mattered.
you still bump into him from time to time, and whenever you do, you swear you see all of the sweet memories flash before your eyes, reminding you of the times where you were the happiest. but he? he exchanged your gaze with something numb– dull and empty, not the kind of eyes you’d expect from someone that used to swear you’d be his forever.
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for taesan, oh he couldn't look at you. he couldn't bear to keep his tears at bay. the truth was that whenever he saw you, he’d try and forget every firsts and lasts the two of you experienced together. he buries each and every memory he had of you under thick layers of indifference, layers of his fake stoic demeanor. forcing himself to forget the way you smiled, your laugh, your eyes, your voice– everything. not because he hated you, oh gosh no.. it was only because he worried his scars would tear and bleed open if he had remembered everything– if he had remembered you.
but obviously, with the way your relationship was, there wasn't any way for the both of you to know what was going through each other's minds. the both of you could only live on.. with this lingering feeling of one another. haunting you each and everyday that the person you once thought was the love of your life, is no longer present in your lives– not anymore.
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not until one of your close friends threw a party. it was a usual house party, drinks in those red cups, house adorned in cheap dollar store decorations. a usual place to have fun with close friends and to let loose. you weren't one to usually show up to these parties, you've always called them dumb and a waste of time. but you'd be surprised to see what a broken heart can do to someone.
it's been a while since you put on some nice clothes that accentuate your figure, a touch of makeup, and sprayed your favorite perfume– only for it to bring back memories you never wanted to remember. but you pushed those feelings away, tonight will be the night you’d forget about it all. the night you’d finally try to enjoy yourself without the thought of him lingering in the back of your mind.
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upon arriving at the party, you parked your car near the house. you closed the car door behind you before you locked the car. you look around, spotting a familiar car.. was it really taesans car? no no it couldn't be. it's probably just a very similar car, it's not like you remembered the car plate number to identify whether it was taesans or not. so, you shrugged it off, not wanting to overthink it too much. because obviously tonight you won't think of him.. right?
walking into the house party, your friend greeted you with a smile as she stretched her arms to pull you in for a hug. you smiled back and reciprocated the action, feeling a sense of warmth that you haven't experienced in a while. it reminded you how you never really smile anymore, nor have you even hugged anyone. “this was totally needed” you thought to yourself.
“i'm so happy you came! i haven't seen you in so long, girl!” leeseo says, her voice filled with excitement. “i'm so glad i came then, i've missed you.” you replied with a smile. one you haven't worn in what felt like forever. “oh did i tell you?” leeseo says as she guides you into her house. “tell me what?” you murmur. not knowing what to expect. maybe she got a new boyfriend? oh! or did she–
“taesans here too.” she says. her voice sounding like she's just as scared of it herself as the both of you stopped in your tracks. you feel your heart beat faster, what the fuck? how does his name still make your heart race like this? what was wrong with you?
the only words you manage to murmur escaped your mouth hesitantly, “.. he is?” you ask. leeseo nodded before speaking, “i swear! i wasn't the one who invited him. i know you guys aren't a thing now!” she says, trying to defend herself. you nod knowingly, still processing what was going on. taesan.. was here.. right now? at this party? “.. i see.” you murmured.
“i'm sure ill be fine..” you say hesitantly. she sighs in relief, giving you a small pat on the back as she looks at you a little worried. “are you sure?” she asks as you reply with a nod before the both of you separate ways. you went off to get yourself a drink as she went to gather with the other people in the party, some people you don't even know.
minding your own business, you sipped on your drink. the sharp taste of alcohol slipping down your throat, your mind still stuck on the fact that you could run into taesan any time now– “sorry!” he says as you feel a body bump into you, making you spill your drink. you bent down to pick up the cup, “watch where you're going–” you said before looking up at the person who had just bumped into you. it was.. taesan.
gosh this felt like it came straight out of a corny fictional romance book! no way he just bumped into you by accident! you look up at him, the memories come rushing back. the night that was supposed to be the night you forget about it all, turned into the night where you looked straight into his eyes. eyes you once knew, eyes that once looked at you with nothing but love.
but it was different today. he looked at you.. rather softly. his gaze wasn't piercing through your eyes, as if they were reading everything in your head.. but it felt.. somewhat loving. you sensed something different, he didn't look at you like he usually did.. what was going on?
“y/n..” he murmured, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. hearing your name fall out of his tongue like a song he knew with all his heart, it made you catch your breath. the both of you just stared at each other for a while before he spoke up. “i’ve been meaning to talk to you.. um..” he paused, sounding a little embarrassed. “do– do you want to go somewhere a little quieter?” he says.
you subconsciously nod, you swear you didn't mean to– but it felt like his words were drawing you closer and closer. he grabbed your hand, guiding you to leave the house and stepping into the cold and quiet night. the mumbled sounds of music coming from the house, he brings you to the nearby playground. it felt stupid, really. talking in a playground.. it was like you were little kids all over again.
the both of you sat on the swings, the silence basically killing you. but somehow, it didn't feel awkward. it felt somewhat comforting to be in each other's presence. “i'm sorry.” he says, breaking the silence of the night. you feel your heart leap into your throat at the words, the way his voice sounded, soft and genuine. you've never heard him speak to you this way in a really long time.
“look. before you say anything, i’m sorry, okay? i'm sorry for how i acted and i'm sorry that it was my fault we had to end things.” he pauses before carrying on, “i was going through a really tough time– and that's no excuse to be a bitch but.. i'm just sorry.” you let his words sink in, you process his words before you feel a smile creep onto your face, why were you smiling? gosh. you were never over him.
“taesan..” you murmured, avoiding his gaze as you felt tears threatening to pour out of your eyes. “you mean it? really?”
“i mean it with all my heart, y/n. so please, give me a second chance. let me treat you right.. please? we’ll talk things out. we won't go to sleep mad at eachother. please.. just let me make this right.” his voice laced with absolute vulnerability, he turns to look at you, your eyes watering. he quickly gets off the swing he was on, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face.
“oh no no no, don't cry.. please.” he whispers, wiping your tears with his thumbs. you look at him, teary-eyed. “taesan.. you don't understand how much i've wanted to hear those words.. no– how much i've wanted to hear your voice.” you utter, your hand finding his.
“oh my y/n.. my precious precious y/n..” he breathes the words, his hands still caressing your cheeks. “let me make this right, okay? let me take care of you.” hearing these words, you nod. you feel your heart warming up, seeing his gaze soften, seeing him look at you because now you know that he is sure to never look at you as if you’ve never met ever again. now you know for sure, that the both of you cannot go back to being just friends.
⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕ mentions of reader sitting on ihans lap
⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff
⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕ 457
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ oh i forgot to ask, wdyt of my somewhat new format ?!?! it’s not much different, just the font hehe. anyways! i’ve just had this ihan thought in my head ALL day. i had to write it ASAP!
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ leehan hated being interrupted during his fish tank decorating sessions. you thought he’d also be upset at you, but i guess you can be an exception.
leehan hated whenever one of his members would interrupt him whilst he was in the process of decorating a new tank of his. he would always brush them off by ignoring them or in some cases, he would tell them to leave.
he was always in his little world whenever he was decorating a fish tank. he cared so much for the little creatures that would swim in the decorated tank. he always made sure everything he put in the tank was safe for the fishes that would inhabit the tank.
you knew about this whole thing, which is exactly why you would always avoid disturbing him while he works on his silly little fish tanks.
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝
today was supposed to be no different, but of course something had to go wrong. leehan was working on a new tank, though he forgot to inform you. that resulted in you barging into his dorm as per usual, only to find him fixated on a new fish tank. his gaze shot up to yours, pushing up his glasses.
he looks like he’s ready to curse everything right then and there, until he sees your face. his stoic expression quickly softened, his eyes gleaming with nothing but affection. “i’m so sorry! i didn’t know you were working on a new one!” you claim. you can only hope that he’s not upset at you..
“s’ okay baby.” he calmly replied, “wanna watch?” he asks. you look at him, wide-eyed. you thought that he’d be upset at you, just like he would be with everyone else.
you silently nod, “are you not mad at me?” you say whilst you slowly approached him. he gently pulled you onto his lap, which resulted in your body pushed up against his warmth. he softly chuckled, “why would i be?” he asks the question as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.
“you get mad at everyone if they disturb you.” you mutter under your breath, chills run down your spine as you feel his warm breath against your neck. “there’s your answer. you’re not everyone, you’re y/n. my y/n.” he says in the most nonchalant way ever. he says it so easily, each and every word rolling off his tongue so prettily.
your cheeks flushed a slight tint of pink as you smiled to yourself. you replied to him with a simple nod, trying to hide the fact that your heart was quite literally in your throat right now.
he carried on, continuing his fish tank as usual. all while having you snug on his lap. he occasionally reached his hands into a bag of chips and feeding you before returning to whatever he was doing.
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕i've had the worst feeling writers block omgg... i hope im back!! this is kinda bad?? i cant really tell LOL enjoy!
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕taesan, who knows just when you're in need of some new flowers when the previous ones are wilted.
picking out the perfect flowers for you, not because it was a specific occasion.. it was only because he simply wanted to. he walks down the street while he just observes the bouquet, wondering if you'd like them the way he expected you to.
much to his pleasure, you were over the moon when he handed you the bouquet. “taesan-ah, you didnt have to!” you say as you breathe in the sweet scent of the flowers, accompanied with a satisfied hum. he just smiles, “but i did, i hope you like them.”
you did notice though that there was an awkward empty spot in the bouquet, though you brushed it off. “you’re probably just over observing things.” you thought to yourself. placing the flowers in a vase, smiling gently at the sight.
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taesan smiles to himself as he walks into the dorm, a singular flower in hand. yeah, he kept one flower from the bouquet to know when to get you new ones once these ones had wilted. he gently placed it in a vase whilst smiling to himself.
a few days later, taesan was walking out of the shower. ruffling his wet, red hair with a towel to dry it. “taesan hyung!” woonhak calls out. his head peeked from a corridor of the dorm, curious as to what woonhak was talking about. “what?” he replies. “the flower you brought! its dying!” he claims.
taesan walks over to the vase, seeing a few of the petals had fallen onto the table he set them on. “ah.. i need to get her new ones.” he murmurs to himself. woonhak looks confused, “what do you mean new ones? why did you just have one pathetic flower anyways..” woonhak’s voice was filled with curiosity as to why his dear hyung kept a singular flower.
“i picked one out from y/n’s bouquet, so when this one dies i know hers does too.” taesan said calmly as he grabbed the flower to discard it. woonhak processes his words for a few moments, “OOOHHH!! I GET IT!” woonhak pauses, clearing his throat. “.. so you're gonna get her new ones now, right?” he questions.
taesan replies with a silent nod. the silence gave everything woonhak needed to know, “alright then hyung! good luck with that!” he says as he goes downstairs, humming a random melody to himself.
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taesan finds himself in the florist shop yet again. he browses through the various different types of flowers as he picks some out and pays. walking out of the shop, the door closing behind him with the faint sounds of the bells attached to the door. he walks down the street, making his way to your apartment.
lounging on your couch, engrossed in a new k-drama series you’ve been binge watching. an interesting moment unraveling, only for it to be interrupted with the soft knocks on your door. you basically groan as you pause the series, walking to the door. you twist the doorknob, ready to tell off whoever was disturbing your k-drama marathon– “taesan?”
all the frustration melted away when your eyes met his. your gaze then wandered and landed on the bouquet of flowers he was holding. you look behind, back into your apartment, realizing that the flowers he had gotten last time had died and wilted. you then looked back at him, a little puzzled.
“woah! you– you knew just when the other flowers died?” you say in awe. he smiles at your reaction, it was then when he realized that it was all worth it if he got to see that spark in your eyes.
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕omg wait this ones actually kinda fire guys what do we think. divider credits to @uzmacchiato !! so pretty
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕coming home after a frustrating day, you can't help but find solace in his arms :)
now playing ୨ৎ soren – beabadoobee
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where do you even start? everything about him just felt like home. the way his eyes turn into crescents at the mere sight of your excitement, the way he scrunches his nose at you when you call him cute, even the way he crosses his arms and laughs as he looks at you in awe. you're so in love with him, and it feels almost otherworldly that he loved you just as much.. if not, more.
he effortlessly sweeps you off your feet with the way he just acts. he doesn't even need to try, and you're basically looking at him with heart eyes.
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beep beep, the automatic door lock of the apartment echoes as you let out a heavy sigh. you were frustrated, but too tired to be frustrated at the same time. you struggle to take your coat off, resulting in a frustrated groan. being tangled in your very own coat like an idiot happened to be your last straw. you fall to a crouching position, your coat evident with the attempt to peel it off. you just tremble in your own presence, your hands tangled in your hair.
you were blocking the entrance, sure. but, “leehan wasn’t coming home any time soon, right?” you thought to yourself. beep, beep, beep.. click!
the sounds of the automatic door lock echoes again, this time it was a person on the other end. entering the correct numbers, unlocking it with a single click. the figure stands behind your crouching position, its almost like you can feel his fond smile radiating from behind you.
“y/n?” he says softly, his voice sounding like a light at the end of a tunnel you thought you’d never escape. your eyes were filled with your tears, you quickly wiped your tears as you stood up. “you’re home–” you say, turning around, only to be met with a warm embrace. no questions asked, he didnt ask you to tell him what happened, he just knew that all you needed was a hug.
you melt into his arms, your own finding its way around him with an exasperated sigh. “.. leehan.” you murmur into the fabric of his jacket. “i know, i know.” he hums rather calmly, in hopes that it’d calm you down too.
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running his hand through the strands of your hair, humming a melody as your head rested on his lap on the couch. it was just a peaceful moment of silence, the feeling of his fingers in your hair equivalent to the feeling of blocking out the rest of the world. you melt into his touch, as you usually do.
not long after, the silence was broken by the melodic sound of his affectionate voice. “are you okay?” he asks tenderly. his voice filled with nothing but sincerity and love. you nodded, the silence giving him everything he needed to know. you weren't going to talk about it, and that was okay. it was always okay.
he hums knowingly, acknowledging your want to cast aside those thoughts. you don't really know how long you've been in this position for, but you wished it could last forever. the way he touched you so tenderly, it felt like a curse that couldn't be broken.
“if there was a place that i had to choose,” you murmur, trailing off whilst you hesitate to say what's on your mind. his lips curve into a smile, “mhm?” he hums, indicating that he was not only listening.. but he was listening.
“or a memory i dont want to lose..” you say with a slight pause before piecing all the words together like it was a puzzle, waiting to be solved. “it’d probably be in your arms tonight.”
⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, other than that none rlly!
⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff
⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕880
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ive been so so so obsessed with this song lately and its been stuck in my head, give it a listen guys <3
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕both you and leehan were first-timers when it came to forming a relationship, but leehan is always gonna try his best for you!
now playing 🎵 shy love — ivoris
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forming a relationship with leehan has got to be one of the cutest things ever. both of you were new to this whole entire.. dating thing. though the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.
seeing that valentine’s day was just around the corner, leehan can’t help but feel confused. he has never done anything of the sort. he has never spent time with someone on valentine’s day.. let alone with his girlfriend!
it all felt so foreign to him, but for you? he’d try it all!
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first step, flowers! every good boyfriend always gets his girlfriend flowers on valentine’s day.. right? he thought to himself. he nervously walks into a flower shop, the gentle and floral scent greeting him upon his entry. he inhales the sweet scent before looking around. confused on what to get, an employee approaches him.
“you look confused, is there anything specific that you’re looking for?” she asks. he turns to look at her, “ah! actually.. i don’t know.. it’s almost valentine’s day and i wanna get my g—girlfriend some flowers..” his voice softens at the last few parts, not used to being able to call one his girlfriend.
the employee could only chuckle gently at his nervousness, “do you know what she likes?” she asks. leehan thought for a while before speaking, “t—tulips i think they’re called?” he blurts. he remembered a conversation between the two of you as you mentioned something about you adoring tulips. his brain couldn’t properly wrap around what you specifically said.
the employee nods whilst she guides him to the section adorned with beautiful tulips. “here are our tulips, feel free to look around and call me when you need any help!”
he inspected the tulips closely, the alluring cup-shaped flower that bloomed in vibrant colors. walking up to one that had caught his attention, he calls out for the employee. “i think i want this one” he says calmly.
not long after, he succeeds in buying you a bouquet of beautiful white and pink tulips.
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next is chocolates! what’s valentine’s day without some nice and sweet chocolates?
he swore he remembered what type of chocolates you liked. approaching the grocery store, he comes to the realization that he in fact did not remember which chocolates you specifically liked.
he arrived at the aisle where the chocolates resided, only to stare at them for a few minutes. he pondered over which ones he thought would be your favorite.
he grabs some heart-shaped milk chocolate mini bites whilst hoping for the best. he approaches the cashier and proceeds to pay for the milk chocolates that he could only assume you liked.
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now that he’s gotten the flowers and chocolates, all he needed to do was to surprise you with them on valentine’s day. luckily for him, he had already made plans with you in order to spend valentine’s day together to have a picnic which was tomorrow.
arriving home, he realizes that he was smiling to himself, imagining how cute your reaction would be to his gifts. but, a part of him still wondered if he had messed up anything.
did he actually hear you right? did you actually have tulips as your favorite flower? did he guess right? did you actually like milk chocolate?
though he quickly shook the thoughts away and assured himself that everything would go perfectly fine.
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the day has come, the day where love is practically in the air. he got up with excitedly, before he continued to put on a simple outfit as well as spritzing the cologne that you had gotten him.
reaching the area you and leehan had planned to meet up at for the picnic, he stands and anxiously waits. he had the flowers and chocolates in hand, occasionally looking at the time on his watch.
not long after, his eyes wandered around as they laid on you. in a beautiful and flowy dress. his cheeks flush a hint of a pinkish hue, his eyes lingering on you. you approach him with a picnic basket in hand. “hi! sorry, did i make you wait?” you ask.
he was silent for a few moments, letting himself take in your beauty. it really hasn’t hit him that you’re his..
he finally realizes you asked a question, “o—oh me?? ahahaha! no i just arrived..” he says nervously. you can only smile at his response. “happy valentine’s day.” he says with nervousness painted all over his face.
“i got you these..” he murmurs as he brings his hands from behind his back, showing you the tulips and milk chocolate he got you.
you gasp, seeing that he successfully got you your favorite flowers and type of chocolate. “seriously!?” you say excitedly, he pauses as he looks at you anxiously.
“i—in a good way?” he asks. “yes in a good way! they’re so beautiful, thank you!” you assure, before he could even process your reaction you had already gone in for a hug.
he can’t help but get all shy, his eyes reluctantly wrapping around your waist gently.
“i love you.” you say with nothing but adoration in your voice. he melted at your words before gathering the courage to even say it back. “i love you more..”
⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ omg i wrote this to get rid of my writers block!!!!!! there’s a req rotting in my inbox plz be patient omg
⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕ taesan was always used to his dark and gloomy world. he never thought he’d experience anything different, until you came along.
for all his life, taesan has always adored things on the darker side. such as clothing, accessories and anything you can think of. he was also accompanied with an environment that similarly enjoys the same dark and gloomy aesthetic that he seemed oh-so-familiar with. he constantly avoided people that strained his eyes with all that color, he just never understood them.
well, until you appeared in his life. in his monochrome world, his eyes find yours. your sparkly eyes bedazzled in glittery eyeshadow, your face painted brightly with a big and joyful smile. he was described as dark, cold and reserved. on the other hand, you were always described as bubbly, bright and sweet.
it felt like two worlds crashing onto each other whenever the two of you interacted. whether it was you being friendly, or the both of you getting assigned to be together in order to do a group project.
as the friendly sweetheart you are, you were always trying to get conversations flowing with him. bombarding him with a million questions, only for him to coldly reply with one or two words.. maybe he’ll respond with a sentence on special occasions.
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playfully chatting and occasionally nudging him whilst you giggle. usually, he’d shrug you off and find you annoying. but why did he feel warmth? your smile caused his stomach to do backflips.
why did he feel this way? you were the complete opposite of him.. how could he ever like you?
but then, maybe that’s why he likes you. opposites attract, am i right?
“heellooo? taesan?” you say as you snapped your fingers in front of his face, in hopes to get his attention. he snaps out of his trance as he stares at you, “huh? sorry.” he mumbled under his breath before continuing the group project with you.
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walking around campus, looking for taesan with the purpose of asking him if he wanted to continue the group project. you find him talking to his friends. you wave at him and call out his name, “han taesan!!” you exclaim.
from a distance, his friends turned their heads to look at you. they couldn’t help but laugh a little, “ya, taesan. is that your girlfriend or something?” one of his friends snorted.
he paused for a little while, recollecting his thoughts before putting them into words. he was not gonna let that slide. “and so what if she is?” he asked bluntly, shooting them a sharp glare.
“.. nothing.” his friends replied in unison, not wanting to start anything with him. his eyes glanced towards your figure in the distance, jumping and waving at him.
he feels a smile tugging at his lips. in a failed attempt of masking the smile, he smiled and walked towards you.
you run over to him as you were about to speak, quickly getting interrupted as you glanced behind his shoulder. seeing the sight of his friends whispering and giggling. you can’t help but stare, are they talking about you?
he realizes you looking behind his shoulder, he whips his head back at his friends before their faces turn dead serious whilst they stopped laughing.
“don't mind them. they are irrelevant.” he scoffed as he looked at you with a hint of affection in his eyes. you reluctantly nod before continuing, “do you wanna continue the project at my house?”
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the two of you find yourselves in your house for the millionth time this week, all due to the project that felt excruciatingly complicated. or maybe, the two of you were just distracted by each other's presence.
he can’t complain though, he loved being around you. listening to you talk about your day, hearing your sweet voice and giggles. he could do this forever.
“taesan..” you mumble under your breath, fiddling around with your fingers nervously. he notices your nervous demeanor.
“yeah? what’s up y/n?” he instinctively asks, “don’t you feel embarrassed by me always being around you?” you question.
it was true, you didn’t look like any of his friends. you acted differently, you dressed differently and you thought differently. everything about the two of you felt like polar opposites.
he smiles a little as your question, “why would i?” his voice laced with confusion as if the question was painfully obvious. “.. it’s like, i don’t fit in your world.” he smiles at you gently, “exactly.”
“you’re the only color i see in this monochrome world of mine.”
