Prologue: When you finally open up your heart, Jihoon has a logic. Perhaps things can be made better at a ghosted book store.
Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers
Wordcount: 888
Warnings: Slight age difference even though both are adults
"No! That's mine!" You whined at the older male as he teased you by threatening to devour the chocolate bar in his hands.
"Maybe it was." He commented.
"If you don't give it to me I won't think twice before ruining your white shirt with this weird mix of yellow, blue and green paint. It's acrylic." You warned him with an evil smirk.
"Will you?" He teased you again.
You inched your paintbrush's tip dangerously close to his clothing, and Jihoon's eyebrows started to furrow in response.
"There you go, all right." He gave in right away.
He offered you a bite since your hands were preoccupied with the colours in front of you.
"Don't drop it, they are gonna charge you for the amends." He warned you in a whisper. Perhaps painting at a bookstore was a bad idea.
"Nobody is listening, there's no one here." You spoke casually.
The atmosphere was filled with the smell of old paper and wood emanating from the dozen shelves that were arranged all around you. Jihoon leaned against one of them, using it to support his back while you sat next to him. The owner of the place wouldn't mind you two being there when no one else was here either, you were never the type to draw on books.
You had known Jihoon ever since you were a toddler, he was your neighbour's son. Even though he was four years older than you, you both enjoyed great chemistry. The differences in preferences, from conversation topics to lifestyle choices, were noticeable in the younger years but given the present time they were more or less similar, you both were now adults, after all.
Jihoon's attention from his book was diverted at the sight of you struggling to keep your hair in place.
"Did you shampoo your hair today?" He mocked again but his laughter was quickly brought to an end as you raised the brush again.
"Which book are you reading?" You leaned your head to the side to have a better look as you peered into the pages.
"Something your dumb brain wouldn't understand." He spoke, without lifting his eyes from the words that were tying down all his interest.
"Tskk!" You voiced as your hair flicks slid through and in front of your eyes, again, caused by the motion of the head
Jihoon closed his book, tipped his body in your direction, and reached out to tuck your hair back in place.
His face was close, albeit not too close or too far away, giving you a view of his face. In a snap of a moment, you felt different, even though on the inside you knew you had been suppressing what you felt for him. Ever since you came of age, Jihoon seemed more than just a friend.
As he fixed your hair, you poked the heart-shaped mole on his cheek. He made eye contact with you and grinned in response to your action.
Maybe this was the right time.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft, pink ones. It was only a peck. The two of you paused for a brief second, not moving. You softly slammed your lips to his again, this time the contact lasted longer, the lips started to move in sync with each other, eyes closed and an odd surge of hormones was coursing through your body.
Jihoon abruptly pulled back as he shook his head. "No!" He breathed, his eyes never meeting yours. "This is not right, Y/N. You’re younger than me." He reasoned.
"I'm an adult. I know what I am doing." You protested back.
"I'm four years older than you!" His voice held emotions.
You backed off, showing him a subtle yet apologetic smile. "If you think that's right."
Jihoon was buried in thought, so he remained silent for several minutes, increasing your tension. Would this act end all of your past dynamics? For some reason, however, your gut held no regrets.
The hands of the clock moved to indicate the passing of more time. Silence still prevailed, and you joined Jihoon in staring into a blank space.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked.
"About us." He said.
"Huh?" You gained back your focus.
"This is so wrong." He repeated.
"I'm sorry. let's just forget it happened-"
He cut you off. "I can't convince my heart." He confessed.
"I like you Y/N, but I can't help but think of how wrong it would be."
"Why would it be wrong?" You questioned again, proceeding to give him a reason by yourself. "We are both adults, and what's wrong with loving each other? It's not a crime." You explained.
"The age difference. What if you regret being with me after some years?" Jihoon was very emotional yet serious about this.
"Then I'll have to call you grandpa for the rest of our lives." You said playfully, taking his hand in yours.
"No regrets." You promised.
"No regrets." He repeated as he opened his arms, and heart for you.
You wasted no time in falling into his embrace, without taking notice of one thing. The paint.
"This was my favourite shirt!" He whined, again.
"Oops." You pouted.
Jihoon took the brush away from your hand, using it to make a heart on your cheek, making you both blush like idiots.
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Despite his outwardly cold appearance, Watanabe Haruto is perhaps the sweetest boy in all of existence, and as you come to know him you realize your feelings for him may exceed friendship. What you don’t realize is just how romantically he means it when he tells you he only has eyes for you.
PAIRING : watanabe haruto x gn!reader
GENRES : fluff, crack, slight angst according to readers but i swear it’s worth it, high school au, strangers to friends to lovers au
WORD COUNT : 5,342
WARNINGS : profanity, this whole fic is kinda narrative in the beginning with only bits of dialogue until the end
PLAYLIST : be with me - treasure / ミズキリ- yuuri / darari - treasure / i love you (piano ver.) - treasure / daphné - amir / o sole mio - iz*one
TAGLIST : @soobin-chois @beomsun
A/N : hello!! this is a fic i had been writing in 2020 and decided to rewrite + add the ending LMAO but i love ruto sm and whoever’s reading this i rlly hope that this could bring a smile to your face! thank you sm to the loml jaymin simp alice (@hyuckworld @tyonfs @jayflrt @jaytendo @juunnies @jjacob @iinnie @shuaflix @chromekook @addysucks) for making my banner and for motivating + helping me in general! LMFAOO SORRY but ily liceypoo truly
WATANABE HARUTO FASCINATES YOU.
You can’t pinpoint what exactly it is about him that intrigues you so, whether it’s the way in which he shyly dips his head upon entering your Photography classroom, or the way he clasps his hands together in order to make his shaking fingers less apparent. Whatever it is, you know right at that moment that there’s something about his aura that draws you in, even as he stumbles over his words when he introduces himself as the new foreign exchange student from Japan. (You decide that maybe, just maybe, you find him a tiny bit cute.)
Your fascination with him only grows when he’s assigned to be your seat partner, Haruto greeting you with a slightly awkward but polite bow when he approaches you. When he settles in next to you, you can’t help but grin at the way he haphazardly adjusts his long legs under your shared desk, he himself letting out a small laugh at how his height plays against him in situations like these. It’s easy, genuine, and you can immediately tell he’s attempting to lighten the uncomfortable situation that comes from any two people meeting for the first time. You wholeheartedly do the same, managing brief introductions with him before the lesson starts. Still, the man is a bit of an enigma to you. His profile lingers in your mind even after you both part from the class, and your brain is left with a mess of questions, hoping to get to know him better.
Curiosity leads you to begin unconsciously observing him over the next few weeks, catching onto his small tendencies such as his way of scrunching up his lips when he’s concentrating. It’s endearing, his little pouts and the way he looks up at the ceiling when he ponders on an answer, often fiddling with his pencil as well. Although you’d never admit it out loud, you develop a particular fondness for his tendency to play with the back of his ear when he’s nervous, a characteristic of his that’s normally accompanied by flushed cheeks and a cute flash of teeth.
Alongside the little habits of his you pick up on, however, one of the main things you notice by being in his company so often is how extremely quick your classmates are to shun him simply for being so new, so different from them. It’s baffling, to say the least, how they avoid his gaze when he attempts to make eye contact, or how they pretend like they can’t hear him when he asks a question. You often find yourself carried away by the sheer frustration of it all, finding the need to defend Haruto whenever you notice your classmates purposefully ignoring him.
"He’s not invisible, you know,” you tell your classmate when she bumps into Haruto and says nothing. She nods briefly in response, throwing Haruto a mumbled “sorry” before hastily running off.
“Thanks,” Haruto whispers, shooting you a grateful look, but you can sense the lingering dejection behind his eyes—his eyes that eventually, you notice, can only stand to make contact with yours.
As furious as you are by this whole situation, there’s no denying that it also sparks a bit of pity in you, and perhaps that’s especially why you strive to strike up a conversation with him. However, the boy still intimidates you just a little bit. After all, the only comfortable conversations you’ve had with him are about your class, often involving a borrowed pencil or shared answers. You often consider how you can hold a lengthy conversation with him on a topic other than school, but you always come up blank.
When your teacher begins to introduce the first project for your Photography class, in addition to writing its due date on the board, you hear a quiet groan from beside you.
“That is not enough time for a whole portfolio,” Haruto grumbles, and you can tell in the way he leans towards you that he’s talking to you. “My ideas are definitely gonna suck ass.”
“I’m convinced she just wants us to fail at this point,” you respond, to which Haruto laughs quietly. The bell rings almost immediately after, and you impulsively catch Haruto’s arm as he begins to stand up. “Do—do you maybe wanna meet up to work on the project? We could help each other out.” You shrink up slightly at the hastiness of your question, expecting a blunt, or even cold response. What you don’t expect is the warm smile breaking out on Haruto’s face, his eyes sparkling in a way that nearly knocks you off your feet.
“For sure! Should we exchange numbers to work out the details?” You nod, matching him with a smile of your own, but you feel guilt creep into your conscience for being so quick to judge him from his tough appearance.
Your text messages with Haruto start out icebreaker-like, questions asked and answered on both ends in an effort to become more comfortable with each other. When he shows up for the project as promised, things are still slightly awkward, perhaps because you’re not online or in the school environment you both had become familiar with seeing each other in.
“So . . .” you start, trailing off as Haruto responds with a hum of acknowledgment. You can’t help but internally cringe at the pause that follows, deciding not to make eye contact with Haruto out of fear that you’ll become more nervous. Instead, you look around the park you two stand in. The embarrassment kicks in after, and you feel stupid looking around the park as if you don’t know the place like the back of your hand, as if you’re not the one who suggested meeting up here in the first place. Finally, Haruto fills the silence.
“It’s weird meeting like this, isn’t it?”
The breath you were holding comes out in a laugh, and you relax as you turn to face him. “I thought I was the only one thinking that.” Haruto grins at that, and from there you fall into your usual, easy conversation.
“The sky gets really nice around the time, so it’s great for the project. We could also take pictures of each other if it fits one of our themes,” you suggest, and Haruto’s eyes light up.
“In that case, you fit my theme perfectly.”
You allow Haruto to take pictures of you to satisfy his project, posing according to his instructions. He gives you bizarre guidelines for what expressions to make, supplying you with a variety of scenarios to imagine to “get you in the mood,” to which you ask, “Do you have these thoughts often?”
“I take pictures from my imagination,” he replies, shrugging comically, and you giggle.
The two of you are soon throwing in bits of conversation completely unrelated to your class, losing productivity the longer you talk. To say the two of you are beginning to get distracted is an understatement—by now, you’re snapping picture after picture of Haruto as he haphazardly attempts to climb one of the trees. You learn that he’s absolutely not one for balance, but he surprisingly manages to pull himself onto one of the branches after a few stumbles and much more laughter. You’re eventually taking selfies with him from the ground in which you catch him falling off the tree in what might be the most hilarious photo sequence you’ve ever taken. Haruto survives the fall, thankfully, and he can’t help but join in your chuckles.
“We should probably stop now,” you suggest in between gasps of air, Haruto himself still clutching the sides of his stomach.
“You’re right, we definitely won’t be getting anything more done,” he agrees, and you promise each other to meet up again and get more done the next time. (It isn’t until after Haruto leaves that you realize you’d spent nearly four hours with him.)
When the deadline for the portfolio passes and you receive your scores, you can’t help but feel dread settle in your stomach as you wonder whether it means the end of your growing friendship with Haruto. Now that you won’t have the constant excuse of the project, would you never meet outside of school again? However, you find yourself relieved when Haruto approaches you at your lunch table to discuss the project, which you both succeeded at with flying colors. You briefly compare your pictures, laughing as you come across the ones you’d taken of each other and recall the days you’d spent. Haruto never tells you what the theme of his project is and why he needed so many pictures of you for it, but you swear that you catch a glimpse of it scribbled on the cover of his portfolio. (Beautiful.)
You begin texting Haruto more often, and the awkward “did you understand the assignment?” texts turns into late-night musings over the most impulsive thoughts your brains would spit out. As you get to know him better, you find that Haruto’s messages in particular are often accompanied with long lines of emojis when he’s particularly passionate.
”Thoughts on sushi?” Haruto once texts you at 3:00 A.M., and you can’t help but laugh at the timing and spontaneity of it.
y/n: never had it actually
haruto: no fucking way
haruto: you have to try it i’m so serious
y/n: are u gonna make it for me 😚
haruto: think i’ll burn down the kitchen another day...but i’ll search up restaurants
haruto: i miss it so much
haruto: i miss home
Your heart clenches at the last text, and you find yourself almost immediately peeking outside the door of your room to check if anyone is awake. Of course, no one is at this hour, so you tiptoe down to the kitchen to see if you have the ingredients. When you proudly show Haruto your creation the next day at lunch, you push away the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when he lets out a delighted gasp, his eyes tearing up. When he takes a bite of the sushi, his face breaks out in the largest smile you’d seen on him. He’s glowing, and it hits you with a wave of emotions that you chalk up to relief over him liking the food, because the idea of it being anything else is too scary for you to consider. (It occurs to you later that day that for the past month, you had been spending every lunch with him.)
At one lunch break, Haruto mentions a coffee shop he had recently discovered, where he invites you to hang out. The shop soon becomes a regular meeting place, the two of you discussing a wide variety of topics from your wish to pursue photography as a career to his hidden passion for track. You pretend not to notice your heart stuttering in your chest when you see the sparkle in his eyes as he describes the team he was on in Japan, and he tries to ignore his ears turning red on the several occasions in which your fingers touch his.
You begin to rely on each other, supporting each other at various events and offering encouragement as friends do. Haruto is there at every single one of your photography contests, and likewise you accompany him at tryouts after hours of convincing him to display his talent to the school’s track team. Indeed, you’re the first person he calls when he gets in, barely able to contain the squeal in his voice when he breaks the news to you.
The two of become accustomed with calling each other by nicknames, the name Ruto usually slipping from your mouth on impulse. (Eventually, though, you find yourself intentionally using it just to watch the way in which his eyes brighten and his lips turn up.) Haruto himself becomes incredibly fond of teasing you, constantly making fun of the little things you do and possessing a knack for making you laugh at exactly the right moments. And of course, eating sushi together becomes one of your favorite shared activities.
You’re not sure when it is exactly, but your friendship soon takes a more intimate turn. You grow closer to each other in ways you might not have been before, and multiple times you find yourself wondering why it is that Haruto makes your heart flutter differently from that of other friendships.
You notice it the day he leads his team to victory in their first major relay race, when you shriek, “That’s my best friend!” in delight and run all the way down to the track straight into his embrace. “Oh my god, you did it!”
Haruto’s arms wrap around you instantly, and as he spins you in the air you can only hear the sound of his laugh and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. When he finally sets you down, you have to convince yourself that the running is the only reason your heart’s racing, and that it definitely is not because Haruto’s looking at you like you hold the entire galaxy in your eyes, like he would fly to the moon and back if you asked him to.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
You furrow your eyebrows, confused. “I didn’t do anything.”
Haruto shakes his head, his grip on your waist tightening in the slightest. “You did. I definitely wouldn’t have joined the team if you didn’t drag me to tryouts. So, thank you.” He gives you one of his most dazzling smiles as he leans in to hug you again. You’re left with the feeling of your stomach turning, jumbled in a way you can only compare to the lens of a camera going in and out of focus.
Over time you realize that there’s more than simply the blurry-lens confusion, that there’s also a strong gratitude you feel towards him. You feel it particularly at the times that you call him late at night, usually out of overwhelming feelings of stress or a simple need to talk. Whether he was previously asleep or not, Haruto always picks up, and somehow despite your nearly incoherent rants, he understands you perfectly—he always does. He patiently listens to all of your troubles until you’re out of breath, and by the end of it, he routinely asks you to promise him that you’ll keep calling him whenever you feel this way. He continues to surprise you with his methods of calming you down, sometimes turning on his video camera so his words can more sincerely reach you, and other times singing to you, his low, baritone voice instantly soothing you to sleep. (He tries not to let any awkward stutter show in his voice each time you praise it. Singing embarrasses Haruto, but he does it over and over for you.)
Haruto has a way of communicating his feelings more strongly through his actions than his words, and it touches your heart in a way you’d never experienced. He takes to clinging to you when the two of you walk through the school halls, often gripping your arm so that he doesn’t lose sight of you in the huge mass of students. Other times, he squeezes your hand as a silent form of encouragement, and the simple gesture means more to you than you could ever tell him. On one particular night at your house, he opens up to you regarding his homesickness and you almost immediately embrace him.
“I know it’s hard being away from home, and I’m sure they’re thinking of you a lot too,” you console him, feeling him nestle further into your shoulder in response. He sniffles, trying to make the sound subtle but your heart cracks when you realize he’s crying.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, but you shake your head and tighten your hold.
“Don’t apologize, I’m glad you told me. I’m here for you, okay? I'm sorry I can’t do much, but I’ll make you sushi tomorrow.” You stroke his hair carefully as he cries into your shoulder. In between little hiccups, he recounts whatever he can about Japan to you and what he misses. You avidly listen, holding him in your arms for nearly a full hour.
When Haruto calms down enough to stop shaking, he pulls away from you, enough so he can face you but not enough for you to let go. You can’t help but marvel at how he still looks gorgeous despite the remains of tears streaking his face, and you briefly wonder how someone can be such a pretty crier. However, all thoughts fly out of your head the moment Haruto musters the courage to lock eyes with you. Your breath hitches, caught off-guard by the emotion in his expression that you can only describe as pure, unadulterated sincerity. He says nothing, only leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Haruto is truly a man of action, and the warmth of the kiss tells you more than words need to. He’s thanking you—for listening to him, for supporting him, for everything, really.
The heart-pounding exhilaration combined with the deep comfort and respect you feel for Haruto only confuses you further, and you spend many nights lying in bed contemplating what it all means. Most importantly, if it is what you think it could be, how in the world are you supposed to tell him?
You figure that it’s best to wait, that he probably can’t use another distraction in his life, especially with his increased popularity among your schoolmates for his remarkably stunning performances on the track team. A part of you feels irritated by it, at how the very same people who initially refused to even look at him grew to claim to be his number one supporter. But Haruto never fails to notice your annoyance, nor does he ever fall short on teasing you for it, poking at you and asking if it makes you jealous.
“Aw, come on, don’t be mad. You know I only have eyes for you,” he would frequently say, nudging your shoulder as he’d flash his signature mischievous grin. Of course, it never fails to make you smile, nor does it fail to spike your heart rate, although the latter is something you choose to address later at night with the rest of the confusing feelings.
Watanabe Haruto fascinates you, and despite you taking care to remember even the most trivial things about him, you somehow never realize just how genuinely he means that last sentence.
The sound of Haruto nearly stumbling on a crack in the road snaps you out of your thoughts. You whip your head towards him instantly, laughing at the sight of his one arm spread out for balance, the other linked with yours as his shoes jaggedly scrape against the pavement. You flush when you become aware of just how close you are to your destination, realizing that you’d been zoning out watching him. You’re well aware that it’s starting to become a problem—by now you’ve figured out that you very clearly harbor a crush on him, but lately you’ve been doubting yourself far too much, wondering whether it even is a good idea to confess and how you would do it if so. For now, you push these repeated questions aside to assist your friend so you don’t fall into another pensive spiral.
“Come on,” you tease, “you can do better than this, Ruto.”
“Hey! I wouldn’t be tripping over the road if you didn’t have me blindfolded in the first place,” Haruto insists with a frown.
“Just a little bit longer, I promise.”
A noise of frustration leaves Haruto’s throat, but you know he’s resigning in how he doesn’t complain any further. You squeeze his arm lightly to reassure him, knowing he’ll be patient for as long as you ask him to be but still not wanting to leave him in anticipation for too long.
“Be honest,” he calls out after a few moments of silence, “you first started talking to me because you felt bad for me, right?”
Your steps falter at the sudden question, your arms drooping in the slightest as you feel a pang in your chest from the hesitance of his tone. Still, you know that he deserves the most honest answer from you.
“I mean, part of me definitely felt that way, but I wouldn’t say it was the only reason. There was curiosity, anger, charm—I don’t know, I just don’t think there was one solid motive.”
“Anger?” Haruto questions, and you laugh a little as you feel his elbow nudge you.
“Not at you, obviously. I meant that I didn’t like everyone else ignoring you for being new when you weren’t so different from them after all. I didn’t want to treat you like that just from a first glance, so I decided to get to know you.” Haruto hums in response, and you resume walking, leading him carefully along the sidewalk.
“Wait, charm? Do you find me attractive?” He teases, lips stretched out into a playful grin. You immediately break into a series of jumbled protests, leaving your friend chuckling. You’re thankful that he can’t see your flustered features, which he normally would have incessantly teased you for.
“The point is,” you splutter, desperately trying to avoid the question, “you were never a pity friend to me.” You’re thankful Haruto doesn’t pry further, only nodding and leaning just a little bit into you. It’s then that you feel his slightly tensed shoulders, noticing the way his breath shakes when he inhales, and you realize that he’s insecure.
“Ruto?”
“Hmm?”
“You know that I never regretted it, right? Talking to you was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”
“Me too,” Haruto whispers quietly. You’re taken aback by his words for a moment, as he’s normally not one to verbalize his feelings in such situations. Still, you smile.
“Good, then there’s no reason to be insecure, okay? I like spending time with you, and I like doing things together like this.” You rest your head against his shoulder as you say this, continuing to guide him through the streets. Suddenly, Haruto stops walking, reaching up to tug the blindfold off his eyes. You gasp at the ease of his motion.
“I thought I tied it better than that!”
“Fuck the blindfold. Let me guide you now,” he insists playfully as he steps behind you. “Come on, arms around my neck,” he instructs as he wraps an arm around your waist and tucks the other under your knees. Realizing what he’s about to do, you instantly shake your head, protesting as he begins lifting you up.
“You’ll drop me!” You joke, but Haruto only grins as he fully gathers you in his arms, and you throw your arms around his neck on instinct.
“Just tell me where to go, okay?”
“It’s not supposed to go this way!” You huff. “I should be the one taking you there, not vice versa.”
“Hey, it’ll still be a surprise! I don’t know this area that well anyways, I’ve only been here like twice.”
You sigh, about to protest again, but your train of thought momentarily freezes as you realize Haruto’s approaching the park you wanted to take him to. Haruto appears unaware of the location, however, and you look up at him expectantly. You realize from the shift in his eyes that he’s distracted and a little bit nervous. He stops in the middle of the grass, turning his head to look at you.
“I have to tell you something,” he blurts out, before you can even ask what he’s thinking of. He looks down at you, waiting for your acknowledgement. When you give it, he takes a deep breath. “I’m not going back to Japan this summer.”
Your eyes widen instantly. “How come? Did something go wrong?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Haruto shakes his head fervently. “I just—god, I don’t know how to say this.”
“Go on,” you prompt, finding it adorable how his ears begin to turn red as they always do when he’s nervous.
“You, this place—it’s become like my second home.” He says it with a touch of embarrassment but sincerity, gaining confidence with his next words. “I’ll still visit Japan, and I’ll probably still miss it. But whenever I did get homesick you helped me so much with it that I realized I want to stay here longer, that it’s worth it.” By now he’s leaning closer towards your face, eyes directly pinned on yours.
“I’m your second home?” You can’t stop the smile pulling at your lips, laughing with amazement. “I’ll make your stay worth it, I promise. Oh my god, you’re amazing.” Haruto blushes but doesn’t avert his eyes, and he’s close enough to you that out of a sheer burst of happiness you lean up and plant a kiss onto his cheek. His skin is surprisingly warm despite the low temperatures, and the heat spreads to your own face. Haruto is frozen when you look at him, and for a moment he simply gapes at you, his eyes slightly dazed. “Fuck,” you curse. “I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m so sorry Ruto—.”
“Y/N,” Haruto cuts you off, instantly blocking your stream of words. “Shut up for a second.” He secures his grip on your lower back, lifting you higher in his arms so your breaths mingle. You only process what he’s about to do when he leans in enough for your noses to touch, your heart pounding with exhilaration. Your eyes fall shut, and Haruto takes it as a signal to connect his lips with yours. The kiss is soft, sweet, and you tighten your arms around his neck so you can match his lips. Haruto pulls away gently, but his lips still lightly graze your own as he whispers, “I like you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat. “What?” The word spills from your mouth faster than your brain can keep up, and you can feel your ears burning. “You’re kidding,” you add, although you know that Haruto isn’t one to joke in such situations. You knew there was a chance of him liking you back, but hearing the confirmation of it leaves you completely shocked.
“It’s about time I reciprocated the feeling, no?” He smiles at the way your eyes widen when you process his words. You can’t help but stare at him in stunned silence for a moment before you find your tongue.
“Reciprocated? You know?”
“That you like me? I’m not stupid, you know. It just took me a little longer to realize that I felt the same.” Haruto says the last part gently, turning away in the hopes that you’ll miss the pretty blush spreading over his cheeks, although he’s just a little too late. Haruto straightens so that he’s no longer face-to-face with you, desperately avoiding your gaze.
“No fucking way,” you breathe. WIth a burst of confidence, you use your grip around his neck to pull his face back down to yours. However, with Haruto still carrying you bridal-style, your combined weights causes him to stumble over his feet. You crash to the grass, screeching as you realize Haruto is about to land directly on top of you. Thankfully, he manages to plant his hands on either side of you, catching himself before that can happen.
“My god, you always had shit balance,” is the first thing you can think to say.
“Well maybe let me know the next time you pray on my downfall!” Haruto grumbles.
“You idiot, I was trying to kiss you!”
“Oh.”
You snicker at the innocence in the word, and Haruto laughs sheepishly. However, the expression on his face quickly switches to something more intimate, and as he lowers himself to his elbows you’re suddenly aware of the proximity of his body to yours. It’s like you’ve read each others’ minds, for the moment you hold his face in your hands he’s already diving in to kiss you again. When you separate from Haruto, met with his pure, fond gaze upon you, you feel as though the blurry-lens confusion has finally come into focus.
“You know, Ruto, I never answered your question before. I do find you attractive—I always have, and I don’t just mean your face. I love the way you get nervous, but also how expressive you are when you’re passionate. I love that you’ll always talk to me even if it’s four in the morning, I love eating sushi with you, and I love it so much when you sing. I’m not trying to steal your phrase or anything, but for this past year, I really have only had eyes for you. And it seems like I’ve already made this obvious, but I really really like you, Watanabe Haruto.”
The post-embarrassment from your words is all worth it when you see Haruto break out into a huge smile despite him being a flushed mess. There’s a glimmer in his eyes again, one so beautiful that you think even the sun couldn’t dream of rivaling it.
“I have a suggestion,” he voices, and you smile encouragingly. The affection in his face shifts to a smug grin. “When I win my next relay race, you could say something other than ‘that’s my best friend.’”
You smirk, immediately knowing what he’s getting at. “Like boyfriend?”
Despite him being the one to hint at it, Haruto nearly chokes at the directness of your words. Still, he doesn’t oppose it, a hint of longing in his eyes. “I mean yeah, only—only if it’s okay with you.”
“Hmm,” you feign a thoughtful expression, and Haruto whines at your teasing. You giggle, giving in. “That would have a nice ring to it.”
“You think?” The genuine hope in Haruto’s tone makes you melt, and you nod immediately. Haruto beams at you like you’ve just given him the world, and you quickly place your hands on his shoulders, unsure if you’ll be able to stand anymore of it.
“Come on, walk around the park with me,” you urge, gently nudging him off you. Haruto obediently stands up from the grass, pulling you up with him. Finally, he takes a moment to process his surroundings, his eyes scanning the park with apprehension. The sky has darkened, but the streetlights illuminate the area just enough for him to recognize it as his mouth parts in a little gasp.
“No way, it’s the park we did the portfolio at! How long ago was that, like a year?”
“A year,” you affirm, finding it adorable the way Haruto wistfully observes the park. “It feels like it’s been forever, right?” A mumbled agreement barely leaves Haruto’s lips before he’s grabbing your hand to drag you around the area, his excitement comparable to that of a little child.
And somehow, things feel exactly the same as they always had between the two of you. Haruto still clumsily climbs the tree and he still nearly breaks his leg falling off it. You still laugh and poke fun at him the whole time. (The only difference, really, is that he openly calls you beautiful this time.)
Eventually, the two of you slow down to more lazy steps as you continue along the path surrounding the park. Haruto’s arm is casually circled around your waist, his gaze locked on you as he listens to you ramble. He’s so focused on you that he almost trips over the sidewalk again, to which you wonder whether he’ll look away from you at all.
“The stars are really pretty,” you test, jutting your head towards the space behind Haruto.
“Yeah, they are,” comes Haruto’s response, his eyes completely fixed on yours, and you raise your eyebrows.
“There’s like, barely two stars out right now. You didn’t even look over there,” you point out, the amused smile on your lips giving away that you’re not actually offended.
“Sorry,” Haruto chuckles, his eyes glimmering and tone softening with his next words, “you know I only have eyes for you.”
Good Morning! I am so excited that I found a new tueme on this platform. I wanted to request a smut with juhoon with 30, 11, and 7. His vocals are unmatched ESPECIALLY in the new album. Oof 🥵🤌
nothing compares ★ jihoon (m)
↳ a/n: hi !! i always love seeing teumes on here ! and oof yea..... his voice in general........ currently fanning myself wowsers but thank you for the request !
↳ request: 7. “you’ve thought about this haven’t you?“, 11. “you’re being so quiet, babe. i know you can say my name louder than that”, 30. “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.“
↳ genre: jihoon x afab!reader, smut, established relationship, lowercase intended
↳ warnings: mutual masutrbation, swearing, dirty talk, kinda dom!jihoon if you squint
↳ word count: 1020 ; scenario
temptation came over you, your hand that wasn't buried in your shorts grabbing your phone from beside you and navigating to your contacts, clicking the contact named, 'jihoonie' followed by too many emojis to fit on the screen. but that wasn't important at that point, you were just pleading your boyfriend to pick up the phone.
your breath came slow and labored, your index finger lightly playing with your clit and you had to hold back, you had to hear his voice. if you had to guess, he was still at practice, probably with just a tank top and workout pants on, maybe sweatpants. he was probably sweating just as he did when he was pounding into you on the nights he had you all to himself.
you were too caught up in your thoughts, your juices now soaking through your panties and you knew you would have to change them later but that didn't concern you one bit because jihoon had finally picked up.
"hello?" he sounded confused, "baby, are you there?"
"ji-" your voice was cut off with a whine, the deep grumble of his chuckle going straight to your core, your hole clenching around nothing. if only he was here.
“if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up.“ jihoon was amused, he loved hearing you whine and the desperation in just one syllable made his cock begin to harden.
"jihoon, please." you leaned your head back against the pillow, your fingers not doing much compared to what he could do. "i was trying to get off but i need your voice, i need you."
silence for a moment and you heard a soft "fuck" from the other end, jihoon's voice barely making it out from behind his clenched teeth. he looked around, the other members playing around behind him and he signaled he would step out for a moment, his voice getting deeper as he made his way towards a private bathroom.
“you’ve thought about this haven’t you? thought about getting off over the phone and then when i got home i would make a mess of you“ making sure the door was locked, jihoon leaned his head on the cold wall, his forehead infinitely hotter than it was while he was practicing. just the thought of you getting off on the phone with him making his cock throb.
"my fingers aren't enough, jihoon." your complaints fell on deaf ears because you heard rustling and then the faint pants, knowing jihoon had begun touching himself. you tried curling your fingers just as you felt your boyfriend do countless times but you groaned in frustration, not being able to get the same angle or power he could.
"you can't replace how my fingers or my cock feels, sweetheart." jihoon's thumb brushed across his tip, a choked grunt stopping itself. if he got caught he would be dead meat. "are you naked?" his voice came out quieter at the end, his hand moving on its own to try and finish. he halted his movements, though, wanting to come at the same time you did.
for a moment you shook your head, but then remembered he wasn't there with you, so you tried to answer him, your fingers hitting your sweet spot at the same time and a garbled, "jihoon" fell from your lips again.
another pained chuckle, “you’re being so quiet, babe. i know you can say my name louder than that.” his grip on his phone tightened, and he was lucky he didn't shatter it, his knuckles whiter than the sheets you laid on and he struggled to press the speaker closer to his ear. he wanted to hear every little noise you made, every profanity and every way you said his name. "i need you to speak a little louder, babe, let me know how much you want to cum."
"jihoon, please. i'm so close." you were worried about your neighbors, but as soon as you hit your spot again, you nearly shouted, "fuck, jihoon, fuck." your hand moved too fast, you were sure you would get a cramp soon but you also knew you were almost there. from the grunts on the other side, you were sure jihoon was the same way.
"there we go, babe. that's what i like to hear." jihoon's hand sped up, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure, almost the same as you always did but nothing compared, just like nothing compared to jihoon's fingers or his cock, jihoon knew nothing compared to the way you sucked him off or how you would ride him into the early morning.
"i'm close too, babe. just keep going." jihoon's teeth were clenched so hard he was worried he would chip a tooth, his lower abdomen spasmed for a moment. "come on, babe, come for me."
just as he said that, you hit the wall, your hand letting go of the phone, it sliding onto the pillow next to. your fingers twitched and your legs shook just a bit as you felt white hot travel through your veins, the only thing coming from your mouth being jihoon's name and a string of "fuck"'s.
jihoon's stomach seized and he leaned over the toilet, making sure to spill all of his cum into it, not wanting to clean and especially not wanting any staff to find evidence of what he did. his gasps and murmurs of your name didn't fall on deaf ears, because you could hear the way his voice choked up, the grunts and eventually him breathing heavily as he came down from his high.
you removed your hand from your panties. the sticky cum now soaking your underwear, shorts and the sheets beneath. you took a hold of the phone, clearing your throat and you listened to jihoon on the other side rustle around for a moment before he spoke.
"babe," he took a deep breath, checking his watch, "i have about an hour until i'm leaving practice. i want you naked and ready for me when i get home, i need you so bad."
hi can i pls request what it be like to have a sleepover w treasure,, thank you !!
no warnings, 2k words, pure fluff
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🐷 Hyunsuk
"You promised we would have fun."
"This is fun," he replies. Apparently his idea of fun was dying his hair at 2am and dragging you to the mess as well.
"It's fun until you eventually fry off all your hair," the dye was already spreading up your arms. It would take at least 2 weeks to come off.
"I shampoo and condition properly," he refutes.
"If you go bald in the next ten years that might be a deal breaker," you tease. Not to his amusement however.
He gasps offended, "Wow and I thought you loved me."
"I'm kidding. I'll love you, hair or no hair."
He places the shower cap on his head. With the red of the dye it clings to the cap making his head look like a mushroom. Eyes wide with a pout on his lips, "I just wanted to dye my hair."
“Anything for my little mushroom.”
🐼 Jihoon
“Your closet scares me.” It is the first thing you say after seeing Jihoon’s room for the first time.
He gasps offended by the statement, “It’s not that bad.”
“Babe, your jeans don’t all fit in the same drawer so you stuffed them on the sides of the drawer.” He doesn't respond immediately knowing you are right.
“True or not you came over to have fun not clean my closet.”
“Jihoon, if I do not fix your closet before tonight I’ll have nightmares,” you exaggerate.
He signs, “Fine, but after we cuddle and watch a movie.”
You clap your hands together in excitement, “Okay, we need a basket and all the hangers you have.” You can already see the regret in his eyes. He’ll thank you later.
🐯 Yoshi
"That's way too much."
"It said ¼ a cup," Yoshi replies, confused.
"¼ a teaspoon not a cup," you say pointing at the screen of the laptop to show him.
Taking a look at the recipe he realizes the mistake, "Opps, it will just be a little salty,"
"Mhh salty cake for the win," you tease.
"I'm sure it will be fine. Can you hand me the milk now?"
"Scoop some of the salt out before you put the milk in," you say before handing him the milk, "Only put 1 cup of milk in."
He hums still working on getting some of the salt out from the bowl.
This time you watch him carefully, making sure he adds the right measurement.
🐨 Junkyu
"What buttons do I even press?"
Junkyu leans over to help. He points out the different buttons explaining, "Press this one to move forward, use this one to use one of the items you collect and the other ones are just for navigation."
You stare at your boyfriend for a second taking in all the information, "Okay sounds simple."
"Yeah, this is probably the easiest game I have," he says.
"We should make a bet then," you say.
Junkyu smiles, interested in the proposal, "What do you have in mind?"
"If I win you let me pick the game next time," you decide.
"Easy. If I win, you have to pay for my next meal at the PC Bang."
"Deal."
Junkyu wins the first time around so you play for best out of three. In the end he ends up winning. So you play for a few more rounds before you get tired. He insists that you play one more round before you both head off to bed.
🐹 Mashiho
"Did you pick a movie?"
You shake your head, "Nope, I can't decide. I've seen like half of these movies."
“We could watch one of my favorites?” he suggests.
“It’s not going to be a weird one right? The last one you picked was so weird.” You complain.
He laughs, “It was not weird. You just don’t appreciate art.”
The so-called art he was talking about was not anything you ever wanted to watch again. Art was subjective for a reason you suppose. “Okay, but you have to make the popcorn this time.”
He jumps up from the coach in glee, “Butter and salt right?”
🦁 Jaehyuk
“Okay don’t judge my room too bad okay?”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, or at least as bad as it was when you romed with Jeongwoo.” The images of that room still haunt you. How do you manage to stain a hardwood floor?
The door of the apartment opens and you walk into the small one room. You note it’s cleaner than you expected. The room in itself looks like some kind of nice retro hotel. “Jae, this is so pretty!”
The compliment seems to calm his nerves which is great. “I cleaned it all yesterday.” He admits walking straight towards the coach and plopping down.
The walls are covered in beautiful art pieces and there are old records most you had never heard of. “You worried for nothing,” you tell him immediately. Following his lead you walk further into the apartment strolling around. “Okay, what do we do now?” When you originally proposed the idea of spending the night you didn’t really think about what you would be doing all night.
“I say we make hot chocolate and play Mario Kart,” he suggests. You nod excited at the idea. The original nerves you had about the night are starting to fade away in your mind.
🤖 Asahi
“What about, “Hold on to me like I’ll lose you’,” you suggest.
“Mhh, it needs to flow better than that,” he says, “We need to rhyme it with the last verse.”
You both sit there for a bit longer and contemplate the lines over and over. Eventually you just start humming a soft tune and he joins in. While there are no words, it is obviously a love song. The hums get more mellow as you throw the soft tone back and forth. The melody just seems to flow out of the both of you. It comes to an end softly as the silence of the room fills the hollow silence.
“We sound good together,” he remarks, staring at the papers in front of him. The pages are full of notes and lyrics. Poems too, that go on and on. When you first started dating he would never let you look at the things he would write down. Now a year in he lets you peak from time to time.
The pages are full of both Korean and Japanese. A majority of them in Japanese, which when translated sounded just beautiful. Some of them were even to you, not that he would admit it, but you could tell. It was nice to share such an intimate thing together.
“Now if we could only put it down into words,” you say.
He smiles nodding with you in agreement. “Maybe we don’t need words, just us as we are now.”
You groan at the cheesiness of the line, “You know what I’’ just leave the writing to you.”
🦊 Yedam
"This one smells like vanilla and it's better for brightening, but this one I like for this time of year when it is warmer," you say pointing at the different face masks later on the table.
"Do you have one with rose extract?"
You shuffle through the box of face masks for a bit before nodding, "Yeah I have two. Here this one will moisturize your skin."
"Thank you," he replies, reaching for the face mask.
Yedam pushes his hair up using a headband before he puts on his face mask. When he looks at you after he's done you laugh.
"We both must look so weird right now," you giggle.
He laughs with you smoothing down the sides of his face mask, "Yeah we do, but at least we'll be weirdos with clear skin."
"Right. We should take a picture to remember this moment."
You smile as he pulls his phone out to take the picture. After the picture is taken he sends it to you and you post it on your story. He then whines about it because his friends will make fun of him.
"You look cute," you refute. Then you quickly place a kiss on his cheek before he can reply.
🐰 Doyoung
"I'm tired now."
"We should head to bed then," Doyoung suggests.
It's kinda funny how you guys both naturally move.
"Can you hand me my makeup bag?" Without any hesitation the bag is in your hand. After removing your makeup you move to start your skincare when it occurs to you this is the perfect opportunity to test out the new skincare masks you got at Daiso.
"Face mask time you," you sing out.
Smiling back, Doyoung turns to your face completely ready, "Don't poke me in the eye like last time," he nags playfully.
"No promises," you say, smoothing the lavender mask over his face.
"It's cold," he whines as you finish placing the mask.
You tap his face softly laughing as he hisses at the cold feeling, "My turn, now don't you poke me in the eye." He laughs back softly before applying the mask.
After you're finished you both make your way to bed. Doyoung lays down first with you following right after. You're both facing each other as you lay down. Neither of you say anything until you yawn trying to blink away the sleep.
"Thank you for coming over."
"Of course. Wouldn't want to miss a chance to hang out with you."
You smile reaching over to slowly run a thumb over his cheek, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," he smiles back.
🐏 Haruto
"Stay still," you scold, pushing Haruto's head back to a straight position.
He whines scrunching his face up, "You are going to poke my eye out."
"I won't if you just stay still," you reply. The mascara brush glides over his lashes adding the finishing touch to the makeup look. Pulling back taking a look at his face you grin, "Just some setting spray now."
He groans, head falling backwards, "No. I'm over this."
"I'm almost done, just let me set your face and then we can forget this ever happened."
"Fine," he grumbled.
You smile, spraying a few pumps of setting spray. Haruto reacts by squinting his eyes so you nag him not to, it will make him crease.
"Okay and I'm done. Do you want to see?"
"Do I really?"
"Yes you do," you say, you show Haruto what he looks like through the mirror. He stares at himself before he breaks out in laughter.
"I look like you," he giggles, poking at his cheek.
You slap his hand away from his face, "You're gonna mess it up, stop. Final thoughts?" He turns away from the mirror to wrap his arms around your waist. Looking down at him from this angle despite the makeup he is still handsome.
"I now understand why it takes you so long to get ready," he laughs, "but I look really pretty."
"If you like this look next time-" you start but Haruto is already shaking his head interrupting.
"Next time? Oh no this is the first and last time this is ever happening," he says, but you're already going on about the next time you can do his makeup. Eventually he gives up on trying to argue just nodding his head agreeing.
🐺 Jeongwoo
"Should I bring a pillow?"
"No, I have pillows Jeongwoo."
"What if they aren't comfortable?"
"I can assure you they are nice and fluffy."
"Mhh if you say so," he says, voice sounding a bit spectacular. Even through your talking through the phone you can envision the face he's making.
"I don't know why you are causing a fuss. All you really need is your pajamas, phone, hygiene stuff and charger."
"This is my first sleepover with a girl. I don't know what I should bring."
"The normal stuff you would bring for any sleepover," you reply.
He huffs, "This isn't just any sleepover, this is my first one with you. What are we even gonna do?"
"Well we can watch a movie, make some food, play games. I should have some playing cards around here somewhere," you trail off.
"Okay so normal sleepover etiquette."
"I don't think sleepovers have an etiquette Jeongwoo."
"Well they should. Okay I'll be there in 30 minutes. My bag is now packed."
You nod even though he can't see you, "Okay, I'll be waiting."
🐮 Junghwan
"Here are some fruits for you and your friend," Mrs. So says, setting down fruit onto Junghwan's desk, "Now I want this door open at all times, okay? If I find it closed you'll both be in trouble."
"Yes mom, thank you," Junghwan replies, an embarrassed flush taking over his face.
"Thank you, Mrs. So," you say, while reaching for a strawberry.
"You're welcome." Her hands are tucked into her apron as she smiles. Usually this is the part where she would leave, but instead she stands at the end of the desk smiling.
Junghwan grows even more red as she just stands watching both of you so he lets out a high pitched, "Mom!"
"I'm leaving now. Ugh I'm just so happy my baby is growing up," Mrs. So gushes walking over to pinch her sons' cheeks. He tries to push her hands away with a whine of 'your embarrassing me'.
You just laugh, joining in to help your boyfriend, "Thank you for letting me spend the night Mrs. So."
She stops messing with and replies to you, "You're welcome sweetie. You're free to come over anytime you want. Okay I'll leave you two to have fun," she starts to make her way towards the door about to turn the corner before she adds in excitement "Have a fun sleepover!"
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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed!!
"It's nothing, it was fun spending the day with you, just you and me, normal Hyunsuk and normal Y/n"
Genre: Fluff
AU: Influencer!au, Celebrity!au
Warnings: Hyunsuk is like really insecure and shy here (my poor baby), other than that nothing else really
Summary: Choi Hyunsuk is one of Korea's most well known youtubers and professional broadcasting jockeys. At the peak of his fame, he was offered a special collaboration with a company to start his own fashion brand. The cherry on top is, he does a photoshoot with his long time celebrity crush, Park Y/n.
Jihoon rushed in behind Hyunsuk who was currently speed walking into the building they were going to have a photoshoot in. The whole team was almost late to the schedule itself and already had enough problems to think about today, so they could not afford to add another one onto it the list.
"How do you feel about modeling with Park Y/n? You've been a huge fan for awhile" Hongjoong, Hyunsuk's camera man, asked curiously as he set up the video equipment.
Hyunsuk huffed as they entered the dressing room, setting up the rest of the cameras and needing to manage everyone's condition before they started filming for the latest video.
"If you want me to fully be honest, I'd say I'm nervous. I've been her fan for who knows how long, been there since the launch of her brand, bought the clothes and kept up with most of the interviews she’s had" Hyunsuk confessed.
Hongjoong, who was satisfied with himself that he even caught that on camera, made a mental note to pass to their editor, Beomgyu, to put that clip in the video.
"You'll be alright hyung, best case scenario you get in contact with her and if anything goes wrong then it could just be her attitude or the photography team for all we know" Jihoon said as Hyunsuk plopped on the make up chair.
Then around two or three make up artists had rushed into the room to get Hyunsuk ready. "They're from Y/n's team, I guess this is your chance to ask them what she's like" Ana, Hyunsuk's PR manager, walked into the room with a shit eating grin on her face.
Hyunsuk looked at her and back at his phone, reminding himself to curse out his friends when this was all over with. How could they tease him at the time he had to remain professional.
"You're a fan of Y/n? No surprise to be honest, we've encountered a lot of people like that as well so feel free to ask us anything really" one of the make up artists chimed in.
Hongjoong and Jihoon were howling with laughter upon seeing Hyunsuk's face going beet red. Ana shushed them and passed Hyunsuk a coffee for his nerves and energy he would need for later.
"I mean is Y/n nice? I honestly have no idea what to ask since I'm helping Hyunsuk over here" Ana chuckled. Haeri, one of the other make up artists, nodded.
"She's super sweet to everyone and is the nicest person you could ever really meet, and I mean it. In my four years of working with her, not once has she ever been rude. She even took the staff out for dinner one time and paid for it all" Mina, the assistant make up artist mused.
Hyunsuk was spaced out at this point. Not only was he meeting his celebrity crush, she was also just as nice as he expected her to be.
"Hyunsuk hyung say something" Jihoon laughed. Hyunsuk's daze was cut short and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry I'm so nervous, like I really don't know what to do" he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.
Once Hyunsuk's make up was done, Ana led him to the changing room to do his fitting.
"Wow, these clothes are so gorgeous" Ana and Hyunsuk turned towards a familiar voice that came from behind them, and lo and behold, there was Park Y/n standing behind them with an angelic smile.
She looked absolutely ethereal not only in Hyunsuk's eyes, but to the people around them as well.
"Oh my God! Y/n it's an absolute pleasure to meet you, I'm a huge fan of your work" Ana had completely abandoned Hyunsuk as she shook Y/n's hand.
He was awestruck, practically standing there gawking at the mere sight of her. "Pleasure's all mine, I'm actually quite a huge fan of Hyunsuk here as well" Y/n admitted shyly.
Ana smirked at Hyunsuk as he smiled at Y/n awkwardly, he just couldn't belive it, his dreams were coming true it seemed.
"No way a model like yourself is into the kind of videos I put out!" Hyunsuk said in disbelief. Y/n laughed at his reaction and shook her head.
"Oh believe me, I love your content. Most especially your fashion review videos as expected, but I've noticed that a good portion of your reviews consist of my clothes as well" she replied sweetly. Hyunsuk rubbed the back of his neck and nodded, she was so attentive it was hard not to believe that she didn't watch his content.
"I've been contacted by your team a few times and was fortunate enough to have the chance to review your collections. I love the uniqueness and characteristics your clothes carry, it's as if each piece holds a story" he replied passionately.
"I'm glad, I actually told my PR team to personally contact you a few times. Just the way you really handle and speak about the clothing itself really intrigued me" Y/n said. Ana was watching from the sidelines, grinning by herself.
Hyunsuk and Y/n were getting along quite well, this meant the shoot would go by like a breeze. "Were you guys here for fitting?" Y/n's personal assistant, Wooyoung, had suddenly chimed in so naturally.
"Yeah actually, and it's nice to meet you, I'm Ana. Hyunsuk's PR manager" Ana held out her hand towards Wooyoung, who eagerly shook it in return.
"Jung Wooyoung, Y/n's best friend and personal assistant" he introduced. Y/n briefly hit him on the shoulder as Wooyoung gave a high pitched laugh.
"Oh you work for your best friend?" Ana cocked her head to the side. Wooyoung nodded.
"I was fortunate enough to land a job under her since I was in a rough patch, but I'm thankful enough because Y/n really helped me financially and just through everything at the time" Hyunsuk swooned at the revelation.
Y/n wasn't only beautiful, independent and smart, but she was also kind and had a heart of gold. It was beyond what he could've ever imagined.
"I'll see you later then Hyunsuk, it was nice meeting you. I have to go do my fitting in a bit" Y/n waved as her Wooyoung walked past them, Wooyoung giving Ana a little wave as well.
"She's so, wow” Ana breathed out. Hyunsuk shifted next to her as they watched Y/n talk to the stylists.
"Tell me about it" he replied and walked over to the other dressing room where he was gonna do his fitting. A few minutes had gone by after the fitting and Y/n and Hyunsuk were ready, clad in the collaboration clothes.
Hyunsuk was wearing a black denim jacket with red designs of his own scattered all over it, the jacket being a little bit tattered and having red accents as well. It was paired with a simple white shirt and some black jeans designed by himself as well.
"They came out so well holy shit" Ana exclaimed from beside him. He laughed in reply as they waited for Y/n patiently.
The two then heard a door open as Y/n walked out in a dazzling black dress and some knee high boots, over the outfit was a blazer, not just any blazer though, it was Hyunsuk's favorite item overall in the entire collab.
It was a black and white tweed blazer that had silver specs with a small design of his on the chest pocket. Everyone was in awe while Wooyoung held in a laugh from behind Y/n.
"Are we ready then? Hyunsuk and Y/n, please stand over here. Don't be too pressured by the way, just make your poses natural this time around ok?" The photographer gave them a heads up as the rest of his team encouraged them as well.
"First time doing this?" Y/n smiled up at Hyunsuk. He nodded back with anxiousness written all over his face, which led Y/n to a brilliant idea.
"Here, why don't you stand like this and I'll stand here behind you" Y/n guided Hyunsuk to face towards the front of the camera, hands in his pockets, as she stood behind him, hands on his shoulders.
"Perfect! Hold that for me, now you can do as you please" The photographer spoke up again. Hyunsuk was flustered, he couldn't believe he was this close to Y/n. How could really survive the rest of the photoshoots like this?
An hour or so had finally gone by and Hyunsuk couldn't have been more relieved. Y/n was so gorgeous and looked after him the whole time, he had to hold himself back from acting all giddy towards her actions.
"Hyunsuk hey! Wait up a bit— Oh are you guys recording?" Y/n had come up to Hyunsuk in the middle of filming something, but he reassured her that he would just do another take.
"I hope I didn't intrude or anything, but before I leave I wanted to ask if I could have your number?" Jihoon had choked on his own spit from behind Hongjoong.
Y/n was asking for Hyunsuk's number? Now that would probably be something Hyunsuk would never live down, not after everything that's happened in the entire shoot itself.
"Of course, here let me put it in" Y/n handed Hyunsuk her phone shyly as Hongjoong had pretended to not record the whole interaction the entire time.
"Thanks again Hyunsuk! See you around, I'll be sure to purchase some of your clothing for this collab soon!" Y/n jogged up to Wooyoung and soon left to do whatever was on the rest of her itinerary for the day.
"What was all that about? God Hyunsuk you look like you've seen a ghost" Ana had put a hand on his shoulder. Hyunsuk then towards her, the biggest smile on his face, oh wow it finally broke him.
"Hyung you can't be serious, wipe that smile off your face so we can film the rest of the video before heading back to the studio" Jihoon looked at him as if he was a madman, but Hyunsuk really could care less. They continued recording smoothly and went off back to their studio.
Over the next couple of weeks, Hyunsuk had been hesitant to contact Y/n. He had no idea why, but sales had also seemed to skyrocket when the pictures had dropped.
"Media says you and Y/n would make a great couple" Ana walked into Hyunsuk's office and handed him the ipad she was holding prior. He took it but was immediately bewildered at the comments that accompanied the article.
"'Y/n and Hyunsuk would make a great couple, this is wild'. 'Wait, so they aren't dating...?'" Hyunsuk had read some of the comments out loud, still shocked as ever.
Ana then snatched the iPad from him and rolled her eyes, couldn't he see that this was a good chance to finally get himself his crush and turn her into his girlfriend?
"Well? What are you waiting for ? You should go ask her out. You were too chicken the past few weeks and Jihoon's been saying you look miserable just staring at her contact all day long" Hyunsuk choked on his spit and leaned back on his chair with a sigh.
"It's complicated, I mean she probably has a boyfriend for all we know—" Ana had interrupted him with a scoff, to which Hyunsuk replied with an offended look.
"I know men in the fashion industry are gorgeous as hell Hyunsuk, but why not give it a shot? She's your fan and for what's it's worth just try it, we don't have forever and you've been single like since we met, live a little" Ana said encouragingly, she wanted Hyunsuk to finally live his life. Behind the videos he was all miserable and was in desperate need of something more in his life.
Hyunsuk massaged his temples. Maybe he should take what Ana said into consideration, he was always doing his work that he barely does anything else to spice up his life.
"Alright, this once ok?" Ana was thrilled and immediately ran out to go tell the others. Meanwhile, Hyunsuk was still in his office, finally monitoring the video of the behind the scenes from the photoshoot a few weeks prior.
"Piece of shit!" Hyunsuk yelled as he saw the clips of him and Y/n interacting. He didn't mind at all, but he was kind of embarrassed how a side of him, never seen before, had been shown. Then he started skimming the comments.
'Y/n looks so pretty! They're so adorable I'd honestly be surprised if they weren't dating by now' one comment read. Hyunsuk had turned beet red before continuing to scroll through more comments.
'Hyunsuk if you see this, I hope you date Y/n kkk' he read another comment and slammed his laptop shut upon reading it. Even his fans wanted him to ask her out at this point, so it took all the courage in him to finally message her, in hopes of maybe hanging out with her at least once.
[Hyunsuk 4:50 PM] hi y/n! this is hyunsuk, i hope you're not too busy but i was wondering if you would like to hangout soon?
Hyunsuk was about to slam his head on the table, was he too formal? Did he seem to pushy? Y/n was a very busy person after all. A few minutes after he beat himself up, he had received a reply from her.
[Y/n 4:52 PM] i'd love to! when and where? just so i can ask wooyoung to clear my schedule a bit so we can set a date :)
He sighed again, he felt guilty for asking Y/n to hangout on such short notice, but maybe this could lead to something more. So he took his chance and replied.
[Hyunsuk 4:54 PM] maybe this saturday? we can roam around cheongdam to shop and grab dinner afterwards
[Y/n 4:57 PM] sounds good! see you then hyunsuk :)
Hyunsuk was on cloud nine, he couldn't believe it. Y/n was actually going to meet up with him and go on a date.
"Guys! You won't believe it!" Hyunsuk ran out of his office and accidentally startled his editing team. Jihoon peered from behind the door of his own office and looked at him, eyebrow raised and questioning.
"Y/n and I are going out this weekend" Hyunsuk said proudly. Apparently the timing was just great as Ana walked in, dropping some of her things from the shock. "YOU AND Y/N ARE WHAT?" Hyunsuk only grinned at her before heading back into his office.
The week had gone by pretty quickly and before Hyunsuk knew it, he was getting ready to meet Y/n in Cheongdam. His phone had then rang and he almost instantly knew.
"Hyunsuk hi, I'm already here I'm just waiting nearby Miu Miu right now" Y/n said, Hyunsuk softened at her voice before he replied.
"I'll be there in a few, I hope I'm not taking too long" he said, a bit guilty that he was still very much on his way, though he wasn't that far either.
"Don't worry I'll be ok, I can look around for a bit before we go" Y/n replied. She was such an angel, like how could someone be so understanding? Hyunsuk honestly didn't know.
A few stop lights later and Hyunsuk had finally arrived at Cheongdam. He entered the luxury fashion street and parked his car at a nearby valet, then he pulled out his phone to text Y/n that he had arrived.
[Hyunsuk 7:10 PM] im at miu miu do i just go in?
[Y/n 7:11 PM] yeah give me a second, im by the bags
Hyunsuk had walked into Miu Miu and saw Y/n closely inspecting a bag. He couldn't help but gawk again at how she looked.
What she was wearing was simple, it was just a tweed Chanel skirt and blazer set with a white cropped top underneath it, she paired it with a classic Chanel handbag and black boots.
"Hey Y/n" Hyunsuk approached her. She turned to him and smiled brightly, eyes turning into crescents.
"Hyunsuk! It's so nice to see you, just let me take one more look and we can finally go to a different store" Y/n then thanked the clerk as her and Hyunsuk left to go to else where in Cheongdam.
"I'm glad you agreed to hangout, I feel bad that you had to clear up your plans though" Hyunsuk said, guilt lacing his tone. Y/n turned to him as they head into the Chanel store.
"Don't be, it's actually nice to take a breather and escape from all the busy schedules once in awhile. They always see just the usual Park Y/n in the spotlight, but sometimes I just wanna be Y/n, a normal person who lives a normal life" she confessed softly while scanning the bags.
Hyunsuk softened upon hearing this. He completely understood how it felt to constantly be in the spotlight, and it's true how they needed a break from all that attention every now and then.
"I fully understand how you feel, having everyone's eyes on you and constantly being in the media here and there is definitely exhausting" Y/n looked up at him and smiled, Hyunsuk's heart started beating in his chest.
"You must be hungry! Let me go buy this bag and these shoes I've been eyeing and I'll be done in a bit" she said. The clerk had helped her as Hyunsuk walked right beside Y/n, who was heading to the counter.
"Will this be all ma'am?" Y/n nodded and fished out her wallet before pulling out a black card.
Hyunsuk visibly stiffened again, she was definitely in a different league and it made him feel unworthy to really be with her as of the moment, but of course he didn't have any guts to tell her, so he remained quiet. Only admiring her silently again.
After paying, Y/n and Hyunsuk walked over to Jungsik, a well known and expensive restaurant. Hyunsuk was determined to pay for everything else this time.
"I love this restaurant so much, last time I came I was with Wooyoung but it feels good to have a change of scenery" Y/n giggled as she skimmed through the menu.
"I'm paying this time alright? I was the one who asked you to hangout after all" Hyunsuk said boldly.
Y/n looked up at him and nodded, she was impressed by how much of a gentleman Hyunsuk was, he even carried her shopping bags a few moments prior.
"What could I get started for you two tonight?" A waiter had approached them, implying that he was going to take their order.
"One Ssam and Fillet Mignon please, and a regular aged steak for me, medium rare" the waiter nodded before taking their drinks. "Just wine thank you" Hyunsuk closed the menu as him and Y/n handed it over to the waiter.
"I'm impressed. You've been amazing so far Hyunsuk, I'd love to do this again some time soon" Y/n gave him a smile whole making direct eye contact with Hyunsuk.
She was elegant and cunning really, Y/n was well rounded and level headed. Hyunsuk wondered what her upbringing was like.
"Please it's my job to treat you like the lady you are for tonight, I'm fully thankful that you considered giving me your time" he gave her a cheeky grin and stared back at her, eyes filled with adoration and love. Y/n smiled back at him as their food had arrived.
Dinner had then finished like a breeze for Hyunsuk and Y/n, both seeming like long time friends already. "Here let me pay" Hyunsuk pulled out his card and handed the bill to the waiter.
Y/n obliged as she continued talking about a childhood memory with her best friend Wooyoung, Hyunsuk laughing along with the story. The bill was handed back to Hyunsuk, who took his card and carried Y/n's shopping bags, ready to leave.
By this time, they were both just walking around Cheongdam admiring the streets. "Thank you for today Hyunsuk, I appreciate it a lot" Y/n smiled, looping her arm around Hyunsuk's.
"It's nothing, it was fun spending the day with you, just you and me, normal Hyunsuk and normal Y/n" Hyunsuk cheekily replied. Suddenly Hyunsuk had stopped in front of a statue that looked interesting and immediately pulled out his phone.
"Let's take pictures to remember our first time out together" he said enthusiastically. Y/n sauntered over to the statue and immediately posed with her shopping bags, changing poses from time to time.
Hyunsuk continued taking photos, finding Y/n absolutely endearing when she would giggle each time she got shy. It was a huge one eighty from the Y/n who was constantly confident as ever in the studio.
"Send me the photos later! Now let me" Y/n took Hyunsuk's phone in her hand as he stood doing all the poses he could, even a few natural ones.
"You're like a pro, I seriously get shy when taking pictures so don't let the persona I have in the studio fool you" she handed him his phone back as he scrolled through the photos. They were just perfect.
"Shit, Hyunsuk I've got to go soon, Wooyoung's picking me up for our movie night at my place. I'll see you again some other time soon?" Hyunsuk quickly nodded as Y/n sighed in relief.
"For sure, and Y/n could I just say something? I'll be quick I promise" Y/n nodded and Hyunsuk breathed out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"I actually like you, a lot and I wanted to know if we could maybe become more than friends?" Y/n was shocked, but then a smile had painted her features.
"I've actually liked you too for a long time Hyunsuk, I hope we go out during better circumstances next time where it's you and me, but maybe not just as friends" she replied.
Hyunsuk was absolutely ecstatic, then he heard someone clear their throat. It was Wooyoung. "I'll see you then Hyunsuk! It'll be a date whenever!" Y/n then walked off with Wooyoung as Hyunsuk stood, smiling like an absolute idiot.
Description: Y/N has been crushing on Hamada Asahi for a while (since freshman). Now that they’re in the final year of senior high, she plans on confessing to him now or never!! But ofc, there are obstacles that must be faced. And that obstacle, is his alleged GIRLFRIEND!??? She badly wants to shoot her shot but knowing her crush has already have a lover, she decides to only write him letters full of love and confessions and continue admiring him from a far. With no plans on revealing her identity to him whatsoever. Or that’s what she thought..
Hi love, youre online.. may i pleaseeee requests treasure auras?? Im sorry if im being annoying, ig my ask gets lost?
Treasure Auras
Note: remember that auras can change and energies aren't fixed. Having a dark aura isn't meaning of being a bad person each time ^^
Hyunsuk: He is too harsh with himself, his energy is too strong and it can get overwhelming for people that are smaller in energy. He is a good person, but the burdens he has can easily pollute his energies
Yoshi: His vibration is really low, I don't follow much treasure, but it seems like he has been sick lately ? He has a good heart, but he has also suffered a lot of racisms and discrimination since it's energies on the resentment he still has for all of this.
Junkyu: First thing that has nothing to do with his aura, is that his partner isn't faithful to him. Also his energy is very mixed, and it will always depend on who he is with. He can have a sun like energy or be very dark depending on his environment
Yedam: He should breath because the weight he has on his shoulders is very troublesome. It seems like his energies aren't even used by him, as if he was simply following his duty without putting in consideration his own needs. He needs to listen to his heart
Jihoon: He has a good heart, good energy, respectful to most people but can have a temper in his energy. Spicy and warm at the same time. Jihoon is the type that has a warm color aura but it can snap really quick when annoyed
Mashiho: I don't really like his energy, nor the actions he might be doing that is polluting it. He needs to be careful who he gets involved with so he can avoid potential troubles In the future. Mashiho is also a vampire when it comes to energies he can make people feel drained
Doyoung: It's pretty much like Mashiho's energy, it's rather dark around him, he isn't very sincere with his own feelings, tendency to hide it behind masks as well. Unhealthy habits, a little arrogant as well. He needs to take things easy
Jaehyuk: This boy needs a huge cleansing, because his vibration are very mixed on dark energy that isn't necessarily his. It feels like he is witness of things that affects his energy and his mind a lot.
Asahi: Good energy around him in general, rather stable even when negative energy is around him. He is able to process it in a heartily way, don't keep things for himself either. He is a neutral energy that gives good vibes to people around him
Haruto: People around him push the bad energy toward him and Haruto is full of it but he still processes It and he tries to keep his own energy and vibration up. A lot of troubles that pollutes him as well, he should cut ties with some people
Jeongwoo: Good energy overall, very soft and rather quiet about his true emotions. He should open more and be more sincere. His energies are usually fed by his environment and the people he is with
Junghwan : Has a very gentle and warm energy as well, that needs to be worked on, it feels like sometimes he doesn't know how to feel or what emotions he is allowed to have have which can confuse him
Yoshi looks at you with hearts in his eyes, pupils expanding as his adoring gaze is on your every move.
From the way the corners of your lips turn upwards before you allow yourself to break out into a smile, to the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your favorite things, hands gesturing excitedly.
He wishes to press the softest of kisses on both corners of your lips as you smile, to stare into your eyes unabashed, and reach over for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. He wishes, he wishes, he wishes.
But most of all, he wishes you wished for him instead of Asahi.
