hi are you open for requests? If you aren’t just ignore this but, If you are could I ask if you could do something cute and fluffy with dobby? Like just cuddles with him or soft fluffy kisses with him always giving the reader Princess treatment (and calling them princess bcs I swear that is his go to pet name😩)
♡ RIDICULOUSLY IN LOVE WITH YOU — KIM DOYOUNG
bf!doyoung x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, use of petnames (princess, baby) | loki's lines : i've been mia for a hot minute and this was long fucking overdue, i'm so sorry! i really hope you like this! <3
“wait, princess! i’ll get it! don’t you worry about a thing!”
doyoung exclaimed, making you sigh as he dropped to his knees, finding the utmost joy in tying your shoelaces for you.
you smiled at his excitement. “i had it, baby,” you told him, though you knew he would make some excuse to explain himself.
“i know you did, princess. i just want to help you out however i can.”
“can you get any sweeter than you already are?”
your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head. “there you go.” he tightened your laces, smiling at you. “now you won’t fall for anyone else.” he grinned at your reaction.
“you’ve set the bar too high, doyoung,” you confessed. “i don’t think i’d ever find anyone better than you.”
doyoung’s smile only widened, grateful for your words that never failed to lift his mood. he held the door open for you, a love-struck look on his face as he looked at you.
“i’m glad to hear that, princess. because i don’t want anyone else either. just you and only you.”
“are you sure there’s nothing i can get you, princess? you don’t have to hold back. tell me anything you want, and i’ll get it for you.”
kim doyoung asked, wrapping his arms around you as you two sat on your bed.
“i’m fine,” you mumbled in reply. “just want you near.”
“of course, my love.” he frowned, unhappy that he couldn’t do anything more. “i’m not going anywhere.”
after spending the night watching movies, the two of you fell asleep, only for doyoung to be awoken by you screaming in your sleep.
he quickly woke you from your nightmare, holding onto you as you sobbed quietly. he patted your back gently, muttering words of assurance, hoping it’d make you feel better.
“you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly, running his hands through your hair. “or do you wanna be distracted?”
“i, uh … could i talk about it?”
“of course, princess. you can start whenever you want. no rush.”
you ran the words through your head, wondering how to phrase your sentence.
“i had a nightmare,” you quietly mumbled. “you left me. said y-you found someone else.”
doyoung pouted, understanding why you were crying in your sleep now. “oh, baby. i'm so sorry about that.” he patted your back, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“i know it's not real.”
“but?”
you sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. “but it felt so real. i just wanted to make sure you didn’t really leave me,” you mumbled quietly.
doyoung cupped your face in his hands, making sure you were looking at him. “i’m here, my love. i’m right here. and i’m never going anywhere. always remember that, yeah?” he smiled kindly.
you nodded at his words. “yeah, i will. i love you, doyoung.” you murmured softly.
“and i love you, princess. more than anything in this world.”
“princess.”
doyoung uttered, his voice soft and gentle as he looked over at you, his eyes filled with nothing much affection.
the two of you were on the couch, tangled up in each other’s limbs as you two watched your favorite show on television. though you were the one who seemed to be watching the show while doyoung was watching you.
“hm?” you tilted your head towards him, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “yeah, baby?”
doyoung only shook his head, his eyes filled with mischief and adoration. “nothing, princess, just wanted to call you that.” he pressed a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead, the action making your heart skip a beat every single time.
you giggled at his words. “you cheeseball.” you quipped, even though your cheeks had flushed deeply, clearly affected by his sweet words.
“ah, you love it, princess.” he retorted, wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses all over your face as you burst into a fit of giggles. “don’t you, princess?”
“dobi, stop.” you placed your hands on his chest, trying to pull yourself away from his affectionate attack. “you are ridiculous, you know that?”
despite your words, your heart swelled with happiness, content with just laying there in your boyfriend’s arms, listening to his sweet voice all day long.
doyoung only smiled victoriously as he saw the way you looked at him, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, unable to help himself as he looked at your face.
“ridiculously in love with you is what i am, princess.”
Affection ⇒ Pretty affectionate. His favorite thing is having his hands on your thighs or around your waist.
Beauty ⇒ Loves everything about you but loves your legs. He loves holding them, tracing random letters or sentences on them.
Cuddles ⇒ He loves it when you spoon him like Jihoon does. It makes him feel like he can trust you even more.
Domestic ⇒ Loves having your own place together. Loves cooking especially your favorite meals. Thinks of cleaning together as a fun date, so he’ll put on music and have you dance together.
Equal ⇒ He takes the more dominant role in the relationship. He likes to plan dates and spoil you but also likes to be treated every so often.
Fiance(e) ⇒ Thinks about it more when you move in together. He has dreams about your married life together and thinks that it’s in your future.
Gentle ⇒ Very gentle. Doesn’t ever grab you too hard or pull you towards him fast, so you don’t get dizzy.
Hugs ⇒ One of his favorite things. Loves to grab and drag you into one. He loves to have conversations with you while hugging.
Inspiration ⇒ You are a inspiration towards him. One that has him working harder and trying his best at anything.
Jealousy ⇒ He does get jealous. Especially if someone is flirting with you. He will attempt to pull and drag you away but if that doesn’t work he will move to pda.
Kisses ⇒ He loves to kiss your lips. It’s something that he needs at least once a day. Sometimes if he’s feeling confident, he’ll tease you by going in front of your face and leaning in to kiss you only to pull back when you lean towards him.
Love Confessions ⇒ He shows his love by making meals and then cleaning up afterwards. It’s him showing that he adores you and would do anything for you.
Mornings ⇒ Likes to do his morning routine with you. While he’s brushing his teeth, you could be brushing your hair or getting dressed. It makes him feel even more domestic.
Nights ⇒ He has to give you a kiss goodnight every night. If he’s on tour, he’ll face time you and kiss his screen to say goodnight.
Open ⇒ Takes a bit for him to open up and when he does, it’s incredibly special. There are times where only you know something about him that hardly anyone else does.
Patience ⇒ Very patient. Doesn’t want to rush you with anything or lose him temper with the love of his life.
Quizzes ⇒ He does remember a lot about you. He loves being one of the only people to know certain secrets about you.
Remember ⇒ His favorite memory is teaching you Japanese. The fact you even wanted to learn something so near and dear to his heart, let him know that you’re it for him.
Security ⇒ Extremely protective. When in public and someone flirts with you, he will wrap himself around you and gently kiss your face and neck while glaring at the person.
Try ⇒ He would try a lot. His favorite thing to plan for is your anniversary. It’s one of the most important dates for him.
Ugly ⇒ He hates people who aren’t kind. It’s something that’s a dealbreaker for him.
Vanity ⇒ Not something he focuses on. He would rather have people focus on his hard work.
Whole ⇒ He does think of you as his other half. He misses you when you aren’t around him for a long period. Sometimes he’ll fly you out on his tour so he can see you.
Xtra ⇒ His favorite nickname for you is ai. You’re his love, and you deserve a special nickname for it.
Yuck ⇒ His hard worker trait is definitely a double edged sword as sometimes he will overwork himself and hardly take any breaks during the process.
Zzz ⇒ He likes having you as his blanket. His arms naturally go around you when your sleeping.
So looking at the response from my previous post, I guess in order for me to practice my creative writing skills, I could accepts some requests for anything for Treasure. Whether it be short fanfic or drabbles or even scenarios, right now I don't have any specific preferences.
I have a few things drafted but it is still preferably not good enough. With more ideas, perhaps, I could put more bite into my writing.
Let me know what I could write about and I will do my best to accommodate as many request as I can. Smut is accepted too.
the cheerful voices on the television sounds off in the farthest part of your mind as the images before you blur…
“10.”
“Fuck.”
He breaths deeply…
“9.”
He groans…
“8.”
“Baby-”
Sudden goosebumps begin to appear…
“7.”
You can feel him stiffen before you, his hands gripping the armrest of his seat…
“6.”
He lets another grunt escape his lips, softly turning into a shy whimper of pleasure…
“5.”
“Oh fuck,”
His voice thins out, becoming airy and light to understand…
“4.”
Glancing up, you admire the way his eyes squeeze shut, bottom lip between his teeth almost daring to spill blood. the act itself encourages you to be more bold…
“3.”
“What are you-”
he cuts off , taking a quick intake of breath as your throat hugs around him tightly…
“2.”
“Don’t stop,”
He begs just in time for the grand finale…
“1.”
His heavy breathing seizes just as you swallow every last drop he has to offer. his face then slowly lowers towards yours, cheeks flushed but with a twinkle in his eyes. Leaning more into you, he finally kisses you. Humming in pure bliss as he tastes himself on your tongue.
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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[💌: stop i miss treasure soooooo bad,,, especially Mashidam,, i was watching ot12 videos and compilations last night and it made my heart hurt T_T also these headcannons are so short... i could go on forever about the boys ah i had to force myself to stop writing but one day i wanna write longer and detailed ones for each member >_<]
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🤖 Asahi 🤖
like Junkyu, you'll have a lot of dates spent at home doing things you like at home like playing video games or watching movies/shows. and you get private access to producer!Asahi :] he always stays quiet when you walk in to check on how his song-making is going, but inside he's really happy to see you !
gets all stiff when you give him a hug but really he is m e l t i n g inside <3 sometimes, he'll randomly kiss you out of the blue and then act like nothing happened.
ever since he met you, most of the photos he takes with his film camera are of you ☆_☆ he is truly and utterly in love ! shows them to you after he gets them developed and points out how beautiful you are, even if you don't agree.
loves to cuddle with you and finds himself wrapping all his limbs around you even in his sleep >_<
🦊 Yedam 🦊
i miss him so much x2 oh my god he's a literal classic textbook boyfriend.. the type who shows up to your house at 4am so he can take you out for a walk on a street with pretty streetlights ☆ doesn't even care, does so much couple stuff in public (only if you're comfortable!) like holding your hand or placing his arm around your waist/shoulder, feeding you bites of the dessert you're sharing, wiping food off your face with his thumb, offering you his jacket....
loves when you touch his hair, run your fingers through it, or pat his head... it makes him so weak he'll do anything you say while you do that to him <33 also loves running his fingers through his own hair to get your attention because he knows how good he looks while doing it ;)
loves? biting/kissing your shoulder? even just playfully/lovingly/affectionately???? and is always whispering sweet nothings to you all the time.. when you wake up,, before you sleep,, like "y/n you're so precious" aHH i love him.
🐰 Doyoung 🐰
very classy but also chaotic bf??? super caring <33 brings you snacks when you're busy with something or even just watching a video, gives you his jacket when you're cold. he'll always be texting you reminders to bring an umbrella, telling you it's cold and to wear extra layers. he looks out for you so much ♡_♡
when he has his little weird moments and suddenly starts laughing (i love his laugh sm) for no reason, he'll expect you to play along,, pls play along with Dobby ! don't call him weird or he'll get sad </3
i imagine him loving eye contact with you? like just staring deeply into your eyes with a smile while both of you are cuddle or sat beside each other on the couch :>
he is your biggest hypeman and supporter.. always rooting for you and wanting you to succeed! ♡ will always be there for you when you have a hard time and will always remind you how amazing you are~
🦙 Haruto 🦙
my bias >_< tho he's yours as u read this <3 very bestie vibes boyfriend over super romantic? always being very playful and teasing you like pinching your cheeks before grabbing an item you can't reach (if you're shorter!), or winking and acting all full of himself when he wins a video game. his physical affection is super random and out of the blue, like quick pecks on your cheek whenever he feels like it, suddenly hugging you and he'll bury your head into his chest, reaching for your hand and claiming it's cause your hand looked 'lonely'...
seeing you in his clothes makes him smirk non-stop like it'll make his day.. he can't stop smiling!!! and omg will let you paint his nails if you want and will quietly watch over you eith heart eyes
whines 'okay mom/dad' when you tell him to drink more water instead of cola, but loves and appreciates that you look out for him <3 he'll be upset if you aren't hydrated too tho!
🐺 Jeongwoo 🐺
a self-conscious bean :( thrives when you hype him up and gets all giddy!! he melts when you hold his hand and rub little circles on the back to comfort him or just to show him affection <3
you'll get random vocal serenades from him all. the. time. he'll be walking around your house in his pyjamas, his shirt put on backwards because he was so sleepy when he changed last night, belting out the highest notes and then dedicating the love song he's singing to you... you're so lucky <3
he'll feel so comfy around you that he shows you all his sides--his sleepy, sad, and tired sides where he whines and buries his head in your neck, but also his super hyper, confident, and loud sides where he's bouncing around and telling you to feel how sharp his jawline is.
he'll always be telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, whether through text or straight to your lovely face <33
🐮 Junghwan 🐮
so many of your dates will involve food, especially if you're a foodie like him <33 he'll practically worship you if you cook for him, too >_< even if you're not a great cook, he'll always tell you your food is delicious!
loves being babied by you but also loves to protect you, to hold your hand and pull you into his chest. will whine and ask for kisses sometimes... if the members see him doing that he'll be so embarrassed >_<
purposely leaves him hoodies at your house for you to wear them hehe and then will act delightfully surprised when you show up in his clothes !
likes sending you recordings of his freestyle dances because he knows how flustered you get seeing him all sweaty and tired,, or sometimes he'll even invite you to watch him practice in person! and then he'll chase you around while sweaty for a hug hehe
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.”
how treasure would show affection towards their s/o! (middle line)!
takata mashiho - 타카타 마시후!
cuddling with him whilst he’s gaming
mashi loves gaming almost as much as he loves cuddling with his s/o, so why not combine both. he spends a lot of time gaming with the other boys or friends from japan, but he always makes time for cuddles. he want his s/o to feel loved 24/7, even if he’s gaming. mashi let’s you sit on his lap with your head on his shoulder whilst he games, small talk occurring between each match but sometimes you end up falling asleep in that position, and when he notices, he shuts everything down and heads to bed still holding your sleeping body.
yoon jaehyuk - 윤재혁!
kisses, cuddles and everything sweet
jaehyuk is the most affectionate in the group, often showing his love and affection to the boys, the affection he shows to his s/o is no different. jae finds many ways to show his affection often through hugs and kisses, and even helping his s/o complete the most mundane of tasks; feeding them, opening and closing doors, and even brushing/doing his s/o’s hair for them.
hamada asahi - 하마다 아사히!
late night craziness
affection with him is not the normal sort, sahi is introverted but full of chaotic energy, especially when he’s around those he’s closest to. his way of showing affection is through creating late night chaos; whether that’s midnight dance parties, noisy karaoke or even bedtime tickle fights. it’s through this chaos that his s/o knows he loves them as he rarely shows that side to anyone that’s not the boys, and it’s these moments that create the best memories for them both.
bang yedam - 방예담!
sharing his new music
yedam shows his affection through spending quality time with his s/o, he’s a busy man so any time spent is precious. each date is different to the one before; some days it’s movie nights, others it’s cafe dates. you’re favourite times however are when he’s busy in the company, he’ll invite you to sit in his studio with him whilst he works on new music. he loves hearing your opinion on his latest songs as well as cuddling you whilst he’s producing. what a better way to show his affection than sharing his newest songs that are unreleased to anyone but you!
