#taehyun fluff

[1oflovtyun]

𝙉𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 1

kang taehyun smau

ᵖʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉˢ

summary: y/n has always been the smartest girl, always at the top of her class and admired for her intelligence. she’s never had anyone who could truly challenge her… until she meets taehyun. what she doesn’t know is that they’ve crossed paths before, and while she may not remember him, taehyun certainly remembers her.

chapter 2: study hard previous next

taglist: @jjundiary @tayuuyyshaa

[1oflovtyun]

𝙉𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 1

kang taehyun smau

ᵖʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉˢ

summary: y/n has always been the smartest girl, always at the top of her class and admired for her intelligence. she’s never had anyone who could truly challenge her… until she meets taehyun. what she doesn’t know is that they’ve crossed paths before, and while she may not remember him, taehyun certainly remembers her.

chapter 1: future classmate next

a/n: hi guys!!! this is my first fic in a long time (like 3-4 years maybe??) and also my first time doing a smau. feedback is rlly appreaciated bc i lowkey have no idea what im doing... mayhaps slow updates cuz im genuinely the laziest person on earth. english isnt my first language so some stuff i say might be wrong

[revefairy]

«heartbaker» k.taehyun | once upon a thought

an idea i had but no time to write yet. if you feel inspired by this and want to write it, please tag me, it'd be a pleasure to see your interpretation. if you know any fic similar, feel free to recommend them to me 🧡

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pairing: social media manager!reader x baker!taehyun

plot: whenever your heart is broken, you always seem to end up at a certain bakery. like when you're sad, you're walking without any thought and boom, you're standing in front of the same bakery every single time.

this bakery is owned by soobin who employs his friends, kai and taehyun to help him. their business has been up and down, barely able to pay the bills. they don't really have many regulars and with how many times your heart had been broken this year, you've been one of them. the three noticed how you always looked upset when you came by but this time, you break down in the bakery, quietly, in your corner. there's an ache in taehyun's heart growing every time he sees you. he wonders what made you so sad. when the bakery closes, and you're still there, he offers you a free cake since "they're going to waste anyway" with the lack of customer.

you discover their financial difficulties and how they don't know how long they'll be able to keep going. they try to joke about it but you can clearly see that they're really worried. you want to help them like their bakery has been helping you through hard times. you decide to use your skill as a social media manager to make the bakery go viral and save the three men from bankruptcy.

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notes: i can see this being a cute smau with a sprinkle of crack

[princesswonie]

𓏲ּ𝄢.⋆♱ ꧁ঔৣIT'S SUPERNATURAL☬ঔৣ꧂ ♱⋆. 𓏲ּ𝄢

𝄞꧁⎝ 𓆩༺IN YOUR HEART༻𓆪⎠꧂ 𝄞.

[bamgyt]

guyyyys have u got any txt fics recommendations😍😍pls don't gatekeep ive read so many that i cant find anything else anymore

[gyuzies]

PLS PLS PLS TXT REACTION TO YOU CALLING THEM PET NAMES/ CALLSIGNS (TXT AS UR BFF BTW)

[gildedsilk]

“𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑” 𝜗℘ 𝐊𝐓𝐇.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓈒 boyfriend!tae X fem!reader 500+ words fluff

ᝰ.ᐟ kissing skinship food fight

𝜗𝜚 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ៹ Tysm, @heeharmony for requesting this !! Ilysm mwa . Don’t mind me pumping fics out before I have to work 💔. That’s why they are short, but dw I am working on something !!

The first thing Taehyun said when you suggested making gingerbread cookies was, “We could just buy them.”

The second thing he said, five minutes later, when you gave him the look, was, “Fine. But if we burn the house down, I’m blaming you.”

Now, two hours in, there’s flour in his hair, molasses on the counter, and you’re fairly sure the measuring spoons have vanished under a layer of powdered sugar. The kitchen smells like cinnamon, cloves, and something dangerously close to smoke.

You’re laughing, leaning over the bowl, sleeves rolled up, cheeks warm from the oven’s heat. Taehyun’s watching you instead of watching the dough.

“You’re supposed to be mixing,” you remind him.

“I’m supervising,” he says, voice even. “You’re doing great, though.”

“You’re doing nothing.”

He smirks, the corner of his mouth tugging upward — that quiet, amused look that usually comes before he says or does something mildly disastrous.

“Want help?”

“Sure—”

Before you can react, his hand dips into the flour bag, and a cloud of white bursts between you.

“Taehyun!”

He’s already laughing, stepping back like a criminal fleeing the scene, the front of his dark sweater now dusted in white. “That was an accident!”

“You liar!” You grab a handful and fling it at him, missing entirely and hitting the cabinet. The second try, though — that one hits his shoulder dead-on.

He gasps, mock-offended. “Oh, it’s war now.”

What follows isn’t dignified. There’s shrieking, dodging, a small avalanche of flour that probably ruins the rug. At one point he tries to grab your wrist and you swipe your powdered fingers across his cheek, leaving a white streak. He looks at you, eyes bright, grin splitting his face.

And then, before you can duck away, he dips a finger in the bowl of frosting and smears a line across your nose.

You freeze. He freezes. The air smells like sugar and something else — something warm, and sweet, and stupidly romantic.

“…You’re so dead,” you whisper.

“Then I might as well make it worth it.”

He catches you around the waist before you can escape, pulling you in despite your laugh and the mess between you. There’s flour on your sweater, sugar in his hair, your hands pressed against his chest to steady yourself — and his mouth meets yours in the middle of all that chaos.

It’s soft at first, tentative, then messier when he smiles against you and you both start laughing halfway through it. You taste sugar and cinnamon and something familiar that has nothing to do with cookies.

When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his. His nose brushes yours.

“You’re terrible at baking,” he murmurs.

“You started it,” you counter.

“Yeah,” he says, thumb tracing a spot of frosting on your cheek, “and I’d do it again.”

The oven timer dings. You both look over at the tray inside, slightly misshapen gingerbread men rising unevenly.

Taehyun sighs. “They look like they survived the war we just had.”

“Fitting,” you say, grinning. “Battle of the flour.”

He huffs out a laugh, pulling you close again. “Next time, we’re just buying them.”

“Sure,” you agree, already knowing you won’t.

The cookies come out half-burned, half-perfect — just like the two of you. And when you try one, sitting on the counter beside him, legs swinging, the taste of cinnamon and sugar lingers — but so does the warmth of his smile.

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 ៹ @mfcherry @hyunj00 @chocomoas @mayarichives @all-of-kpop @gyuuchuuu @yeosayang @slut4heespam @jaedacore @swangyu @seungluver @ijustwannareadstuff20 @angelhyuka

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ? 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 !

[gyuzies]

taehyun x fem!reader

boyfriend taehyun texts

cw: very suggestive in some parts