۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : you have done a lot of embarrassing things as a fan, but accidentally posting your own face on myung jaehyun's account might just top the list...
۶ৎ pairing : jaehyun x illit's 6th member!reader ۶ৎ genre(s) : smau, fluff ۶ৎ warning(s) : profanities, random timestamps ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა reader is jungkook's little sister, both lowk down bad for each other
۶ৎ A/N : hihi guys! this is my first ever smau oneshot! I honestly think it's pretty bad so I might delete this in a few days 😭 but I'll see how well it does first... 🥹I hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! (especially since I haven't posted in almost two whole months....)
all i wanna do is be with you.
ꨄ.. ⠀⠀ot6 x reader. phone calls when you're miles apart.
a/n: gn!reader for all except for taesan's because he calls you 'good girl' once lol. also suggestive for taesan's and maybe leehan's hehe. idk ihanie's one is kinda tame but he does have his shirt off...!
#성호 SUNGHO
you watch as sungho mumbles something about his schedule between his bites of steak and vegetables, your own morning cereal untouched as you cup your chin and watch him busy himself with his dinner through the screen of your phone propped up against the salt shakers.
“your cereal is gonna be soggy.”
sungho’s voice eventually breaks you out of your stupor and you shake yourself awake, eyes blink as sungho’s blonde hair and smile unblurs in your vision and sharpens into view.
“i like watching you eat,” you mutter, poking at your milk and cereal with your spoon.
sungho leans forward, shuffling his chair forward as he pushes his plate and utensils away, “you’ll be late for work. eat.”
you reluctantly obey, shoveling the rest of your cereal - that’s already soggy anyways - into your mouth as sungho watches.
tastes like cardboard, you want to say over the clinking of your spoon, but everything does when sungho has to go thousands of miles away from you - you swear he sucked a little bit of colour away from your life with him.
sungho watches you take another bite, his turn to watch you as he leans on his arm and stares at you through his own tiny screen.
“miss you,” he eventually says, after you’ve swallowed your last bite of milk and cornflakes.
“miss you too,” you answer softly, placing your finger against the screen like you can reach for him through the glass, “at least it’s easier when we do it like this.”
he laughs humorlessly, hovering his finger against his own phone in the same place as yours. the two of you watch each other breathe.
“i should go get ready,” you mumble.
“yeah,” sungho agrees, “i should i get ready for bed.”
but neither of you move, and sungho sucks in a breath in that way where he has something to say but is wondering whether he should say it.
“sorry about this,” he eventually settles on, “can’t believe i’m eating dinner and you’re eating breakfast.”
you watch him shift slightly - distances compressed into pixels and numbers through a screen.
“not your fault,” you say back, “timezones suck.”
“they do,” he agrees, nodding. he glances at the clock on the wall behind him through the screen.
“go get ready,” he reminds you, “you’ll be late.”
you sigh, drawing away from the phone, “okay, okay. sleep well?”
“always better when i’ve seen your face,” he says, and he can’t stop the smile tugging on his lips, “talk tonight?”
“tonight,” you promise.
#리우 RIWOO
“babe, look!” you pull the phone away from your face as riwoo flips his camera around, the fireworks in view lighting up your dim room in bursts of colour and light.
“woah, pretty,” you breathe out, mesmerised by the rhythmic explosions of fireworks across your screen.
“right?” riwoo’s voice crackles over your speaker, “it’s the special version to celebrate new years! wish you were here to see it…”
your chest aches again - it’s always the same feeling that bubbles up with every wishing you were here you exchange with your boyfriend.
you pull the phone back towards yourself as riwoo flips the camera back around. you can see the fireworks reflected in his eyes as he looks up at the sky. his orange hair is slightly mussed, messy like he rushed out without bothering to fix it, and he’s wearing the hoodie you gifted him when you first started dating - the one whose hoodie has been chewed through by daebak.
“me too,” you admit softly, watching an amber firework fan out behind his head, casting shadows across his face, “but this is nice too. at least i get to see it.”
the phone shuffles on riwoo’s end, and he settles on some kind of bench, the camera jostles slightly in his hold before steadying.
“it's not the same though,” he says, but there’s no bitterness in it, “i want to hold your hand while we watch, and then i can give you my jacket when you feel cold.”
you laugh, a small, breathless sound, “you would be cold then.”
“we can share,” he dismisses, shrugging. you can hear the smile in his voice. the fireworks pause for a brief intermission and the call falls silent - stretched by the distance that’s actually between you two.
“tell me what it feels like,” you say suddenly, “out there.”
riwoo’s eyes drift as he thinks.
“cold,” he finally says, his eyes settling back onto your face glowing on his screen, “smells like grass. very smoky. a lot of people around. they need to start making phones that let you smell things - that way you could smell it yourself.”
you smile at his suggestion - at the way he’s trying to solve the unsolvable.
“well, until they invent that,” you say softly, “i guess i’m stuck with you describing it to me.”
riwoo shakes his head with a chuckle, “guess so.”
another firework blooms behind him, sparkling to life and painting everything gold. he doesn’t peel away from the phone to watch it, instead studying you watching him, and somehow that feels more important than the fireworks show behind him.
“stay on the call?” you ask, even though the sun is barely peaking over the horizon and you haven’t slept a wink.
“yeah,” he agrees immediately, shifting so you see the sky behind him - the best of both worlds, somehow compressed onto one small screen, “i’ll stay.”
and so you do. you stay in the darkness of your room while he sits on that bench under the fireworks. he keeps talking - about the people around him, what he’s planning to do tomorrow, what he ate - and you listen.
this is enough, you think to yourself, watching the fireworks that blossom in his eyes and listening to his voice over the speaker of your phone.
it’s not the same as holding his hand, but for now, it’s enough.
#명재현 MYUNG JAEHYUN
“did you fall asleep?”
jaehyun’s voice jolts you out of your half-asleep state and you crack open an eye to see jaehyun sprawled across his bed, face cuddled up to the screen so much you can only see his eyes.
“no,” you clear your voice, “did you finish showering?”
“mhm,” jaehyun replies, “did i wake you up?”
you shake your head against your pillow, “i was waiting for you anyways.”
jaehyun’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and you know he’s smiling even if you can’t see the curve of his lips.
“you should sleep,” he murmurs softly - in the same tone he uses when he’s lying next to you in bed - soft and quiet, like he’s personally lulling you to bed. you smile at how he’s the same even though he’s no longer physically here, but oceans apart and existing together in the liminal space of a video call.
“not used to you not being here,” you finally admit, curling your hands into your blankets, “it’s cold.”
the confession slips out of you easily in the dark, and you shift onto your side, mirroring his position as your pillow smushes against your cheek.
there’s a pause on the other end - long enough you move to tap the screen just to make sure the call didn’t freeze. but then you hear him breathe: a soft, deliberate exhale.
“i know,” jaehyun whispers, his voice cracking slightly, like say it physically tears him apart, “i know, my love.”
he shifts backwards, and now you can see a bite more of his face - his damp hair, the way his skin is still flushed from the heat of the shower. he looks so warm, so fluffy, and completely out of reach through a glass screen.
“wish i could be there,” jaehyun continues quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, “wish i could just get in bed with you and keep you warm the way i’m supposed to.”
you giggle softly into your pillowcase, even though it’s tinged in regret and longing. you’ve had this conversation before - a million times - over the phone, in bed, when you’re just lounging on the couch; it never gets easier, the truth of what you’re both missing, what distance has taken from you.
“you’re keeping me warm right now,” you finally say, “you’re here, aren’t you? even if it’s separated by a screen and oceans.”
“always,” jaehyun says immediately, “i’ll always be here.”
"then that enough for me," you say, "but you have to make it up when you get back."
jaehyun laughs softly, "i'll make it up and then some more."
he pulls his pillow closer, settling deeper into his bed, “go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. same as always.”
he gives you that smile that always makes your stomach flutter and you give a smile back that’s probably overly giddy and dopey. you ask your heart to stop drumming so fast and settle back into your own pillows.
“goodnight,” you whisper.
“goodnight, my love.”
you blow a kiss through the screen and he catches it, placing a hand over the place where his heart is.
#태산 TAESAN
“so, what do you think? is it cute enough for dinner?”
you smooth down the skirt of your dress and try not to look awkward when presenting yourself to your boyfriend through the screen of your phone, stood up against your water bottle on the dresser.
“give me a twirl,” he demands, a hand over his mouth as he leans forward and squints at your outfit.
you do as he says, giggling to yourself as you do a slow twirl.
"sooo?" you tilt your head.
taesan shifts in his seat, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows harshly.
“yeah - um… it looks good. great, even.”
he bites his bottom lip and his voice drops to a lower octave, “wish i wasn’t in some stupid hotel on the literal other side of the planet right now. you look way too cute.”
you laugh again, turning back to the mirror as you tug on the hem again, “you’re just saying that.”
“i’m not,” you can hear the pout in his voice, “stop playing with it.”
you let your hands fall and regard yourself in the mirror - you think you look good - like you always do. you cock your head as you think about how taesan sees you, through his tiny phone screen, miles and miles away.
“you like me too much,” you eventually say, voice light and teasing.
“yeah, i do,” taesan’s voice is rough and unashamed, “come closer - to the camera.”
you hestitate, before taking a slow step towards your phone. his expression on your phone shifts - eyes darker as his jaws tighten.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” he breathes out.
“doing what?” you frown.
he lets out a breath that’s sounds like a laugh.
“cancel dinner.”
your breath stutters, “taesan -”
“i’m serious,” his voice is rough now, quieter, “cancel it and talk to me properly. take the phone back to your bedroom.”
the way he says bedroom makes your stomach dip.
you reach out slowly and pick up your phone, carrying it toward the bedroom as you try not to steal too many glances at him. but you can see him following the movement on his screen, tracking you, and he doesn’t say anything at all - just sits back and watches as you nearly drop your phone in anticipation.
you sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with your phone until both you and your sheets are in sight.
he breathes quietly, and gives you a dangerous, patient smile.
“good girl,” he says softly, “now - show me what else you’re wearing.”
#이한 LEEHAN
“kim leehan!” you shriek, slapping your palms over your eyes, “i’m not going to watch you shower!”
leehan stops, his shirt halfway off. he drops his shirt as he pads over back to his phone propped up against a wall of the bathroom.
“but you said you’d stay on call with me!” he pouts, his eyes wide as he drinks in your flustered state.
“well, yeah!” you fan yourself with a hand, your eyes still squeezed shut, “but not like this!”
“it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” leehan blinks.
“it’s different!”
“how is it different?”
“because -” you splutter, “because it’s different! you give me a warning!”
leehan tilts his head, like he’s genuinely confused and you’re the one being unreasonable and demanding, “i thought the shower running was the warning.”
“that’s not -” you press your palm harder against your eyes, “that’s not a warning! i didn’t know you were gonna take your shirt off!”
he laughs, in that bright & easy way that makes it very difficult to be mad at him. you hear the soft thud of his shirt hitting the floor through the phone speakers.
“okay, okay,” you can hear the grin in his voice, “i’ll keep the curtain closed, happy?”
“just tell me when you’re done!” you yell, eyes closed.
there’s a brief moment of silence and you hear the swish of his shower curtains opening and drawing shut.
“done,” leehan’s voice is still teasing behind the curtain.
you crack open an eye cautiously and gasp.
“you lied to me!”
leehan is leaning against the bathroom counter, decidedly not behind a shower curtain, arms crossed and looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just ambushed and tricked you within the past five minutes. you can't help but gape at the scene on your screen, his hair tousled and shirt notably not on.
“i know you like what you see,” he teases and you splutter, peeling your eyes away.
“so what if i do? and - and that’s not the point!”
“what’s the point then?”
“the point is -” you search for the right words, “is that we have a system!”
“a system,” leehan muses.
“yes! you warn me and i - i look away… or don’t.”
he hums, tilting his head the other way, “so if i had said something like - hey, i’m about to shower, stay on call with me - you would’ve said that's fine?”
you open your mouth.
you close your mouth.
he raises an eyebrow, smug grin displayed over his face.
“... that’s not the point either,” you mutter defeatedly.
#운학 WOONHAK
“hehe, babe, look - you’re a potato!”
woonhak’s display jostles as he presses on the various filters on the app, cycling through turning you into potatoes, green screened into outer space, and ridiculous filters that make your eyes too big or forehead huge.
you try to muffle the laughter that escapes you, even as your face distorts into something ridiculous on the screen. the camera catches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile that even a filter can't wipe off.
“you are a very cute potato,” you tease woonhak as he bobs his head up and down to play with filter.
“you too,” woonhak replies. his grin grows wider as he clicks to another filter, this one giving both of you alien antennae.
you yawn involuntarily, all too aware of the time difference. woonhak’s afternoon bleeds into your midnight, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. the stolen minutes before his schedule picks up or yours does grows sparser by the day, and you cradle your phone like it’s your lifeline.
“okay, one more before i go to bed,” you say quietly, careful not to tick off your flatmate sleeping next door.
you see woonhak lean closer to his phone, only the top of his hair visible as you hear him tap the screen of his phone.
he finds one that gives you a flower crown and makes everything pink and sparkly.
“that’s how you look to me!” woonhak exclaims, far too proud of his confession.
“with a flower crown and pink sparkly aura?” you raise an eyebrow.
“yeah!” woonhak laughs, “whenever i look at you - it’s like you have an automatic filter in real life.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you say, but a smile dances on your lips and your chest squeezes - the kind that comes with missing someone in the best way.
“you just reduce me to some kind of idiot,” his expression softens as he looks at you through the screen.
you hold each other’s gaze until a notification pops up reminding you both that the call is still recording and you laugh again.
"i should sleep," you say mournfully.
"yeah," woonhak taps his screen, "it's late - you need to rest."
he watches as you finally place down your phone, next to your pillow as you lie back down.
“goodnight, hakie,” you murmur.
“goodnight, beautiful. dream of me,” he replies.
neither of you move to hang up just yet, content with letting the seconds run out until sleep claims you or his schedule catches up.
inspired by that one picture woonhak posted of him and taesan lmao
exposing myself as a hsm fan...
somehow wrote this in like an hour WOW i am lonely.
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boynextdoor x fem reader. | headcanons — wc (each): 0.2-0.3k
how they react to you calling them pretty/giving them compliments.
tags: established relationship, fluff, comedy, pet names used, they're a bunch of silly pretty boys hehe
a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've done headcanons 😮💨 these are kind of short but cute :P
park sungho
— it goes either one of two ways, depending on his mood: a) he gets all flustered and red in the ears if you catch him off-guard (ex. he's cooking, cleaning, on his phone, literally just existing and yet he still looks gorgeous); and b) he'll give you a look that's borderline cocky and says "i know i'm pretty" but replies with a soft "thank you".
— if you catch him off-guard, he'll stop and stare at you like ㅇㅅㅇ? before going red.
— sometimes you just genuinely mean it, other times you do it on purpose to see his reaction (because he's so damn cute).
— he'll try to reason like: "what are you talking about, i'm just crouching here wiping stains off of the coffee table... ㅡㅅㅡ;" but then he'll mutter a small 'thank you' afterward.
— it'll put him in a good mood for the rest of the day and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen—there's a faint but permanent smile on his face and a bounce in his step.
— exhibit b: sometimes, he purposely dresses up so that you'd call him pretty. he knows exactly what you like him wearing (he got a hold of your pinterest one day but he never told you that) and styles himself up in the way he's sure would leave you flustered and speechless.
— he usually does it when you have a date or an event to attend, also because he believes good outfits shouldn't be wasted.
— so you'll dress up too, but then he steps out of the bathroom and your jaw is on the floor.
— his hair is slicked back in the way you love, the button-up—folded at the forearms—and the dress pants he's wearing match him perfectly, and is that your lip gloss he's wearing?
— in short: he looks stunning.
— sungho knows he's got you—you haven't said a word since he walked in.
"what's wrong, babe? does my outfit not look good?" he asks you.
"what?? no! it looks.. good, sungho. amazing, even," you sputter. is it hot in here or is it just you? (it's you.)
sungho gives you a look, eyebrows raised like he's asking you a question. you know what he wants.
"you look pretty."
the grin that splits across his face is blinding. "thank you, baby. you look pretty too."
lee riwoo
— shy cutie™
— riwoo loves when you compliment him, especially when you call him pretty, but he never makes it obvious.
— he doesn't ask for it outright, but you glance at him and he's practically shooting stars at you with his pleading eyes.
— it's ironic too because every time you do, he curls up like a turtle and hides his face in your neck, cheeks and ears positively flushed.
— he tells you to stop but is so... far away... from wanting you to stop 😭
— throws the compliments back at you when he can't take it anymore; it literally turns into an entire compliment battle all the time (spoiler: you never win) and you both eventually come up with the weirdest things to compliment each other on.
"you look so pretty, riwoo! your hair reminds me of an albino porcupine!"
"thank you, my love. i love your nails, it's the exact shade of the red light in a stoplight." weirdos.
— also loves when you post him on social media and show off his style, it makes him feel so proud 😎 he's littered everywhere across your accounts and he gets so smug about it.
— reposts your stories with a "hehe >< thank you my pretty baby! <33" (he's actively kicking his feet and giggling while rewatching your story at least twenty more times)
myung jaehyun
— he loves being called pretty, handsome, gorgeous, whatever; he adores being complimented and basks in your attention all the time.
— shamefully asks for it at any time of the day; he doesn't care if you're at home or in public. he will sidle up towards you, wiggling his eyebrows, and ask, "hey, babe. don't you think i look hot today?"
— if you answer, he'll preen and give you an award-winning smile. if you're occupied with something else, he'll be all up in your space until you give him attention.
— if he's feeling extra playful, he'll snatch whatever's keeping you busy out of your hands and toss it (safely) somewhere behind him, pulling you into him and hogging you all for himself. you have no choice but to shower him with compliments until he's satisfied.
— on quieter days, the compliment from you makes him melt. you say a simple, "you're so pretty, jae," even when he looks like shit after a long day and he just... stops in his tracks, drops all his things, and flops to the ground.
he grins up at you with a lovesick look in his eyes from his heap on the floor. "you think i'm still pretty? looking like this?"
you cup his cheek, "the prettiest."
han taesan
— taesan gets taken aback at first, especially when you say it out of the blue. it's not that he's not used to you complimenting him, but it's usually things like, "you're handsome," or even better, "you look hot today, sannie." (he definitely doesn't ask you to call him that)
— being called "pretty" isn't normally in his list of favorite compliments, but that's not to say he doesn't like it.
— of course, he isn't han taesan if he doesn't try to play it off. be all casual and say, "not what you usually call me, but i'll take it. thanks, love." but deep down inside, he's on his knees screaming into the void, heart racing erratically.
taesan, probably: SHE THINKS I'M PRETTY WHAT THE HELL I'VE WON AT LIFE I'LL RISK EVERYTHING FOR HER TAKE MY MONEY MY TIME MY LIFE MY LAST NAME—
— he's dramatic. sue him.
— when he's sure you're not looking at him, he grins so wide he looks like an entire idiot. he has to bite his fist to stop smiling and blushing.
— it gets worse when you call him "cute". you're not wrong—you think your boyfriend is the cutest man alive, too akin to a cat when he's being silly, so you can't help but coo at him and call him adorable.
— on the outside? taesan frowns and grumbles like it's the end of the world. inside, however, he's running laps and jumping for joy.
— in all honesty, try as he might, he can never hide from you. even if he fights to keep a straight face, eventually, he breaks and gives you the sweetest smile ever (to which, of course, you call him a cutie ^_^).
kim leehan
— this man is a sucker for being called pretty. maybe because it's you, but also maybe because he agrees. he knows he's pretty.
— it's a very common compliment you give him, and he glows every time he hears it. the biggest grin that has his eyes crinkling in the corners, the softest 'thank you' you've ever heard. sometimes, he just stares at you, hearts for pupils, and grabs your hands and squeezes them tight in appreciation. every time you praise him, he shows his thanks in the cutest ways.
— because of his reactions, it makes you want to shower him with compliments even more.
"hannie, your hair is so cute today!"
"you look soo pretty in that sweater, baby."
leehan literally just existing:
you: my boyfriend is so hot 🤤
leehan: (੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ♡
— you're his no. 1 glazer. so what? he loves it.
— leehan also isn't embarrassed to straight up ask you for compliments. he'll walk up to you, put on his best kicked puppy face, and say, "honey, compliment me. please." tugs on your sleeve or hugs you for effect. and honestly, who are you to deny him?
— five minutes later, he's pinned you down on the sofa, half on top of you, while getting his hair stroked and sweet nothings whispered to him. he's in heaven, do not interrupt him.
kim woonhak
— this man and his fake confidence!! like taesan, he'll act all cool at first; he'll go like, "who, me? i'm definitely pretty, i know that," but then one look from you and he'll break and blush like crazy.
— he'll be all loud about it too, trying to cover up being shy, like, "ahh, stop! don't say stuff like that!! it's so..."
"it's so what, woon?" you inch closer to him like a predator closing in on its prey, a mischievous look on your face. it's always amusing seeing your boyfriend flustered.
"stop that! you're scaring me!" woonhak yelps and runs away from you. you chase him down, cackling and calling after him, "my pretty babyyy, don't run away from meeee!"
— if anything, he loves it. it's just that he'd rather roll over in his grave before he'd ever admit it (you've made it your mission to make him admit it).
— sometimes, woonhak inadvertently asks you for compliments. at least, he thinks he's being sneaky, but he's quite literally the opposite of it. you think it's hilarious, but you won't tell him about it. let him live his delusion.
— he's dressed nice one day and is standing in front of a mirror. he runs a hand through his hair and sighs like he's troubled.
"hey, y/n."
"hm?" you look up from where you're cozily curled up on the couch, book in hand.
"...don't you think i look good today?"
you smirk at the back of his head. here he goes again. "do you? i didn't notice."
woonhak whips his head around, exasperation and betrayal written all over his face. "oh come on, babe! look harder." he raises his arms and twirls around for effect. you laugh heartily.
"no, i still don't see it, woon. i'm sorry."
"don't make me come over there and jump on you."
"just kidding! you look pretty, as always."
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sungho: he’s lowkey into it. like you’re standing there all flustered, arms crossed, giving him attitude over something small, and he’s fighting back a grin the whole time. “you’re really mad about that?” he teases, voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip. when you roll your eyes and tell him yes, he steps closer, backing you into the counter. “then maybe you should punish me, huh?” and suddenly his hands are on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, lazy circles while his eyes drag down to your lips. it’s not even an apology anymore. it’s him trying to distract you, whispering, “still mad?” right before his mouth brushes your neck.
riwoo: he gets flustered as hell. you’re glaring at him and he’s stammering out, “i- i didn’t mean to-” like a kicked puppy. he’ll follow you around the room, trying to explain himself, but the more annoyed you act, the redder he gets. “you look kinda hot when you’re mad, though,” he mumbles without thinking, and immediately regrets it when you shoot him a look. cue him panicking and then shyly offering to “make it up to you somehow,” his voice tiny and hopeful. if you keep ignoring him, he’ll end up wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and whispering, “please don’t be mad anymore, baby…”
jaehyun: you being mad over something small just amuses him. he leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you rant like it’s the best entertainment he’s had all day. “you’re cute when you’re mad,” he says with a smirk that makes you want to throw something. he’ll drag out his apology on purpose, just to see how long you’ll stay pissed. when you huff and turn away, he’ll stand, come up behind you, and murmur, “didn’t mean to make my girl all worked up,” lips ghosting over your ear. his hands slide to your waist, grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. “maybe i should remind you how good i am at saying sorry.”
taesan: he gets so defensive at first, acting all cocky to hide that he feels bad. “you’re mad about that?” he laughs, but it’s nervous. when you ignore him, he gets quiet, hovering nearby like a guilty puppy. eventually he mutters a soft “okay, fine, i’m sorry,” and tugs you closer by your wrist. once you’re facing him, though, his tone shifts- softer, deeper. “don’t pout like that. it makes me wanna…” he trails off, letting his thumb brush over your lower lip. then he chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours. “maybe i’ll kiss it better?” and before you can respond, he does. slow, teasing, dragging the apology out between every breath.
leehan: he tries to reason with you at first, all calm and logical, but when you’re still mad, his patience melts into something darker. “you’re really gonna give me that attitude over this?” he murmurs, stepping closer until you’re caged between him and the wall. his voice drops low, his gaze lingering on your mouth. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that.” it’s not that he’s ignoring your anger. he’s just turned it into something else entirely, something charged. one hand cups your jaw, thumb tilting your chin up. “say it again. tell me why you’re mad.” and when you do, he just smiles. slow, dangerous and says, “mm. that’s cute.”
woonhak: he’s a mix of shy and bold. first he’s apologizing nonstop, trying to explain himself, but when you keep huffing and ignoring him, he changes tactics. suddenly he’s pulling you close by your wrist, eyes glinting a little mischievously. “you’re mad at me, huh?” he whispers, voice lower than usual. he leans in until your noses almost touch, grinning when you try to back away. “you don’t look that mad now.” he’d brush his lips over your cheek, just barely. not quite a kiss, but enough to make you pause. “forgive me?” he’d ask, all innocent, but his fingers are already tracing down your waist like he knows you’re not really mad anymore.
fake dating boynextdoor was easy–until it started feeling real
( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 1477WC · fake dating trope contains! fake dating, skinship, language / archive
은 : i'm going to try my best to be a bit more active on blr now that i'm on spring break >< i hope you guys enjoy this fic!! ily <3
myung jaehyun
when you ask myung jaehyun to fake date, he agrees to it immediately, flashing you that signature smirk. it almost worries you when you see the grin. you know he’s up to absolutely no good.
he treats it like a game at first, but you find the way he slips into the role so effortlessly almost unnerving. he throws his arm over your shoulder in public, calling you “babe” without hesitation and teases you whenever you get flustered.
“you’re blushing,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your ear as you try to keep your face neutral. “are you falling for me already?”
cocky bastard.
jaehyun finds your reactions entertaining, but there’s a strange possessiveness in the way he glares at anyone who talks to you, or looks at you a bit too long. he nearly punches a guy trying to get your phone number, and when you call him out, he just shrugs, claiming that it “needs to be convincing.”
he takes you by surprise by remembering little things about you, how you take your coffee, your favourite snack. he brushes it off with a casual “a boyfriend would do this.”
but the longer this goes on, the less it feels fake. you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not looking, his teasing flirty remarks losing its playfulness.
“you know,” he says one day, his voice softer than usual. “i think I might've forgotten to pretend.”
park sungho
sungho hesitates when you first tell him your idea. you tell him it’s a great idea; fake dating so that you can get your ex boyfriend back, and he can get back his ex girlfriend. killing two birds with one stone, you say. sungho’s not too sure, but he gives in after some begging from your side.
sungho isn’t sure why, but the thought of pretending to be your boyfriend makes him unreasonably nervous.
at first, he’s awkward–stuttering over pet names, clearing his throat when you hold his hand. but he still finds himself holding doors open for you, carrying your things without being asked, offering you his jacket when the weather gets chilly. the first time you kiss him, it’s on the cheek, and sungho practically freezes, ears tomato red as he tries his best to avoid your gaze.
“we should practice more,” he says out of the blue one day. “it needs to be convincing.”
you’re quick to tell him that you’re already being convincing, that it’s him that’s the problem.
sungho’s careful with boundaries, always asking, ‘is this okay?” before touching you in any way. but then things start shifting, there’s no denying it. he texts you good morning without thinking, lingers a little too long after fixing your scarf, gets defensive when someone asks about your relationship.
park sungho doesn’t realise he’s falling until it’s too late.
“i don’t want this to be fake anymore,” he says one night, standing outside your door whilst fidgeting with his sleeves. “forget about my ex, i want you.”
lee sanghyuk
riwoo finds the whole situation really fucking funny.
“fake dating? how desperately do you want that asshole back? yeah, i’ll do it, it’s gonna be so fun.”
yeah well, it's fun. for him.
from the moment you two announce your “relationship”, he plays it up like you’re in some kind of terribly cliche, terribly cheesy romance movie, throwing dramatic love confessions at random.
“my love, i would walk through fire for you!” he declares loudly in the school hallway, before snickering as you try your best to do damage control to no avail.
riwoo’s constantly teasing, winking at you in class and whispering stupid things like, “careful, you might actually fall for me.” just to see your face redden in embarrassment. but then there are moments when he tones it down, and it’s a bit too natural–the way he rests his head on your shoulder when he’s tired, or the way his hand absentmindedly finds yours.
“why’re you blushing?” he teases, but he’s blushing too.
the problem is, he never knows himself when he’s joking and when he’s being serious. he tells himself it’s just an act, just a way for you to get back your dickhead boyfriend who looks like a two out of ten. but he finds his heart stuttering when you look at him just right.
and soon, riwoo finds himself wishing the act would never end.
one day he turns to you, his usual stupid grin plastered on his face, but there’s something softer behind it.
“so, uh, what if we didn’t stop fake dating?”
han dongmin
when you ask han taesan to be your fake boyfriend to make you ex jealous, he barely reacts. barely even raises his head, murmuring, “sure,” as if you just asked him to pass the salt.
annoying little bitch.
but beneath his cool, nonchalant exterior (that’s what he thinks), his mind is racing.
he’s not the person for over-the-type gestures, but he shows affection in the smallest ways–remembering your favourite drink order, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you closer when walking near traffic. you applaud his for being boyfriend material and make a point to very loudly wonder why he’s never had a girlfriend before remembering, aha, his personality is shit.
han taesan insists he doesn’t care about pda, but if someone questions your relationship, he’ll kiss your cheek without a second thought.
“see? believable.” he says, ignoring the way his heart is pounding. he does it so naturally that even he forgets it’s fake sometimes. he texts you late at night to check if you’ve eaten and gets irritated when other guys get too close. but taesan’s stubborn, and he spends most of his time gaslighting himself that he doesn’t like you like that, brushing it off as just an act.
then one day, he catches himself staring, thinking how you look a little bit too pretty, hands itching to reach for yours.
“you said i’m boyfriend material, right?” he asks, catching you by surprise.
“yeah sure.”
“ok, well how about you give up on your shitty ex and we date for real? i’m like, hotter than him too.”
kim donghyun
leehan takes the whole fake dating thing very, very seriously. when you tell him about your ideas, he looks more determined than you, face serious as he says, “if we’re going to do this, we really have to sell it.” you end up having to ask him if he has an ex girlfriend he wants back, because there’s no way he should be this invested in the whole plan.
he makes you practice with him; holding hands, casual touches, so it looks natural. but the more you two practice, the more it starts feeling real. he’s always respectful, never crossing boundaries and always asking if you’re comfortable. but he’s a little too good at being a boyfriend. he ties your shoelaces when they come undone, carries your bag without you asking and smiles at you in a way that makes your heart ache.
“why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask one day when you catch him staring at you in the restaurant on one of your fake dates.
leehan just grins. “because you’re cute.”
it’s moments like these that make you forget this isn’t real. but then he starts getting flustered–hesitating before calling you pet names, looking away too quickly when you catch him staring. he’s the first to realise his feelings, but it takes him forever to act on them.
one evening, he exhales deeply before turning to you. “so… what if we kept dating?” he asks, nervous but hopeful. “for real this time?”
kim woonhak
woonhak is way too excited to date you. yeah, it’s fake, but he’s still technically dating you. he’s already planning out cute couple photos.
woonhak fully commits, calling you cute nicknames, being your personal hype boy, and practically beaming with excitement when you’re around.
you think he’s kind of cute.
“this is my girlfriend,” woonhak announces to everyone, holding your hand. “she’s so pretty isn’t she? yeah, well she’s super smart as well, and-”
he’s affectionate without realising–holding your hand, fixing your hair, resting his chin on your shoulder. it’s all a joke to him at first, but then he starts feeling weird.
why does his heart race when you smile at him? why does he hate seeing other people flirt with you?
“i’m not jealous,” he insists, but his pout says otherwise.
one day, you joke about breaking up just to see his reaction, and he gasps dramatically.
“if we ‘break up, i’m keeping the dog we don’t have.”
but behind the playful tone, there’s real fear. he’s known for a while now, this isn’t fake to him anymore. one evening, as you’re walking home together, he suddenly blurts out, “wait, you didn’t know? i fell for you ages ago.”
an: just thought that unagi would be the perfect candidate for this because he is a tall fine man.
note: bf!woonhak x reader, fluff, slight making out (?)
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"Go on, find my lips," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper. You finished tightening the knot of the blindfold, ensuring the silk fabric sat comfortably against his eyes. Stealing a quick glance at his focused expression, you stepped back just an inch, standing perfectly still to let him begin his search.
Woonhak let out a low, thoughtful hum. "Is that a dare?" He bit his lower lip, his hands hovering in the air for a second before he began slowly sinking down, his head tilting as if he could hear your heartbeat.
"Oh, come on," you muttered, rolling your eyes playfully—not that he could see the gesture. You watched with a suppressed grin as he lowered himself entirely too far, his face ending up right at chest level. "You’re not even trying, Hak."
He didn't answer. Instead, his breath fanned against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Your brows furrowed in mock confusion as he leaned in closer, but before you could scold him, he pressed a lingering, soft peck right against the valley of your chest where your shirt dipped low.
"Seriously, Kim Woonhak?" You looked down at the top of his head, catching the mischievous grin spreading across his face. You let out a sharp tsk, finally realizing he was playing the long game. "You knew exactly where you were."
"Kidding, kidding," he chuckled, the vibration of his voice buzzing against you.
He rose back up in one fluid motion, coming face-to-face with you. He didn't hesitate this time. He found his mark perfectly, his lips capturing yours in a warm, sure press.
You couldn't help but melt into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders while his slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him until there was no space left between you.
"Hak—" you tried to murmur against his mouth, attempting to pull back for air, but he wasn't having it. He followed you, chasing your lips with a needy persistence that made your knees weak. His tongue enters, head tilting as he kissed you deeper making you hum into the kiss.
Finally, you had to give him a soft, firm push against his chest. Both of your lips are glistening with a string of saliva stretching as you both pull apart, a dramatic pout already forming on his lips.
"Calm down now, Hakkie," you chuckled breathlessly. You reached behind his head, tugging at the silk knot. As the blindfold fell away, he squinted, his dark eyes blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the light of the room.
"Can you blame me?" He grinned, the pout vanishing instantly. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. "Sorry. I just love you a lot."
You snuggled into his chest, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a blanket. "Mhm. I love you too, you dork."
