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Jealous? Ft. Knight!Haruto
A/n: Jealous Haruto in the HOUSE!!
Here it iss
Genre: Fantasy, Royal au, romance, fluff
Pairings: Knight!Haruto x Princess!Saehi (fem oc/reader)
Warnings: suggestive (?) but nothing too crazy
The kingdom of Evenshore was alive with the vibrant hum of celebration. Under the glow of countless lanterns and twinkling chandeliers, nobles in pastel silks and gilded jewelry swayed to the melody of stringed instruments. Tonight was the kingdom’s Annual Blooming Gala, a lavish springtime affair marking the end of winter and the flourishing of the season’s first blooms.
At the far end of the opulent ballroom, Haruto stood tall in his polished armor, the silver gleam of his breastplate reflecting the golden light. The crimson sash of the royal guard crossed his chest proudly, and his sword remained at his side — an eternal reminder of his oath to serve and protect. His face was stoic, the perfect image of a dutiful knight. But beneath the unwavering façade, an unfamiliar warmth stirred.
The cause of it?
Princess Saehi.
She stood at the heart of the festivities, radiating elegance in a flowing gown the color of the softest blush petals. Delicate floral embroidery cascaded down the fabric, blooming in silver thread. Every smile, every gentle nod she gave, only served to further illuminate her beauty.
Haruto's jaw tightened as his eyes followed her. It wasn’t unusual for men to seek her favor, especially on a night like this. But tonight, the weight in his chest was unbearable.
The prince of Orvain, a neighboring nation, had taken a particular interest in Saehi. Haruto watched as the prince leaned closer, words spilling from his mouth with exaggerated charm. Saehi, ever polite, responded with laughter — a soft, melodic sound that usually brought Haruto joy. But tonight, it twisted inside him.
A bitter prickle clawed at him. It was unfamiliar, unsettling. His hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of his sword, though he knew there was no threat. Only the stirring storm within him.
And then it worsened.
The prince, emboldened by the princess’s laughter, extended a hand and bowed. Haruto's jaw clenched. A request for a dance.
For a moment, hope flickered in his chest when he saw Saehi shake her head, politely refusing. Relief swept through him — but it was short-lived.
“Come now, Saehi,” a voice chimed.
Her elder sister. Crown Princess Soyeon.
With a grin far too pleased, Soyeon placed a hand on Saehi’s back, gently pushing her toward the expectant prince. "Don’t be rude. A simple dance won't harm anyone."
Saehi's hesitation was evident, but Soyeon’s presence left her little choice. The music shifted, a lilting waltz beginning anew. Haruto’s heart twisted as he watched Saehi’s delicate hand rest atop the prince’s. They stepped onto the polished marble floor, the crowd parting to watch the pair.
Haruto's fists clenched. She had promised him.
She’d promised that her first dance of the evening would be with him.
But who was he to blame her? Saehi’s gaze was lowered, her movements graceful but mechanical. This wasn’t her fault. He knew that. It was Soyeon.
Still, the heat that burned within him did not subside.
No one besides Saehi, Haruto, Asahi, and her younger brother Junghwan knew of the quiet, precious truth they shared — a bond that defied titles and courtly expectations. To the world, she was the princess, and he was a knight. But in the safety of stolen moments, they were simply Saehi and Haruto.
Yet now, all he could do was stand guard. His place was at the edge of the ballroom, expression unwavering. Even as the prince spun Saehi in a twirl, the unbearable weight in his chest remained.
The prickle had a name now.
Jealousy.
The night dragged on, but the burning within Haruto never subsided.
Each moment that passed only fueled the fire. The prince of Orvain hardly left Saehi’s side. From idle chatter to shared laughter, every interaction gnawed at Haruto. The flicker of polite amusement in Saehi’s eyes was barely convincing, but the prince remained oblivious.
Worse still, Crown Princess Soyeon ensured the prince was granted every opportunity to linger. At the banquet table, she arranged for them to sit side by side. During the courtyard stroll, she conveniently suggested they admire the spring blossoms together. Even when the musicians struck up another melody, the prince requested yet another dance.
Saehi’s smile grew thinner, her responses shorter. But Haruto could do nothing.
Bound by duty, he stood at a distance, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Each glance toward the princess only worsened the burn in his chest. The crimson sash that marked him a knight of Evenshore felt unbearably heavy.
And yet, the night continued.
Finally, as the grand clock struck the final hour and the Blooming Gala came to its end, Haruto was given a new command — one that, under any other circumstance, would have brought him peace.
“Escort the princess to her chambers.”
With a silent nod, he fell into step beside Saehi.
The golden corridors were illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns. Shadows danced along the walls, the echoes of distant laughter fading behind them. Neither of them spoke. Not a single word passed between them. Saehi's fingers brushed against the embroidered hem of her gown, and Haruto’s eyes remained fixed ahead, shoulders rigid and movements measured.
The weight of the evening clung to them both.
But as they approached the grand double doors of her chambers, Saehi suddenly stopped. Before Haruto could react, she turned on her heel and threw her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.
“I’m done,” she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. “I’m so done.”
Haruto froze. The warmth of her touch should have been comforting — it always was — but the fire that had smoldered inside him all night refused to fade.
Still, instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, the cool metal of his gauntlets pressing gently against her back. “Saehi…”
“I hated it,” she murmured, clutching at the fabric of his tunic. “Every single second. That prince — he wouldn’t stop talking, and Soyeon—” Her voice cracked, the words tumbling out in frustration. “Why does she always do this?”
Haruto let out a low chuckle, though it lacked its usual warmth. “You survived.”
“I did.” She pulled back slightly, finally looking up at him. “But barely.”
It was then that she noticed it.
The stiffness.
His shoulders were tense, his jaw still tight, and though his arms held her, the usual comfort wasn’t there. His gaze was shadowed, something unreadable lingering behind his dark eyes.
“Haruto,” she called softly, concern lacing her voice. “What’s wrong?”
He hesitated, the words caught in his throat.
What could he say? That the sight of her in the arms of another man had ignited something unbearable? That each forced smile she gave the prince made him want to storm across the ballroom and tear her away? That jealousy, of all things, had taken root in him so fiercely it left him nearly trembling.
But he was a knight. He had no right to feel such things.
“It’s nothing,” he finally said, the lie bitter on his tongue.
Saehi frowned, the worry in her eyes only deepening. She reached up, her fingers brushing gently against his jaw, as though trying to coax the truth from him. “You’re a terrible liar, Haruto.”
As the heavy doors shut behind them, Saehi swiftly turned the key in the ornate golden lock. The soft click echoed in the stillness of her chambers. The noise from the grand hall was long gone, leaving only the faint crackle of the fireplace and the distant chirping of spring crickets.
Haruto remained rooted in place, his hands clasped behind his back in a stiff, practiced stance. Even without the armor that he had shed before entering, the weight of his rigid posture remained.
Saehi, however, exhaled in relief. She reached up to undo the delicate pearl pins in her hair, letting the loose curls cascade down her back. The tension that had gripped her all night was beginning to melt away. And yet, one glance at Haruto's face reminded her that not all tension had disappeared.
The hardened set of his jaw. The slight furrow of his brows. The way his eyes refused to meet hers.
And just like that, a realization washed over her.
A small giggle escaped her lips. Then another. Before she knew it, she was laughing, the sound soft and airy.
Haruto’s brows pulled tighter as he finally looked at her. “What?”
“Oh,” she teased, her smile widening. “I see now.”
He blinked. “See what?”
“You’re jealous.”
The words hung in the air, playful yet certain. She watched as Haruto’s face shifted — barely, but enough for her to notice. The slight twitch of his lips. The way his ears tinged a faint shade of pink.
“I’m not,” he retorted, a little too quickly.
Her grin only grew. “You are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m not jealous,” he insisted, though the way he avoided her gaze betrayed him. “I was simply doing my duty. Watching. Guarding.”
“Oh, of course,” she nodded, feigning innocence. “Watching. Guarding. Clenching your jaw so tightly I thought you’d crack your teeth.”
“I did no such thing.”
“And glaring at the prince like he personally declared war on Evenshore.”
“I wasn’t—” He faltered, his mouth opening and closing. “That’s not—”
Saehi only giggled again, stepping closer until the space between them dwindled. “You forget, Haruto. I know you.” Her fingers brushed over the crimson sash that crossed his chest. “And I saw it all.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” he repeated, but the words lacked conviction now.
“Liar,” she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.
Saehi's grin was practically glowing now, her amusement clear as she tilted her head up at him.
"Not jealous, huh?" she teased, trailing her fingers up his chest, the cool fabric of his tunic beneath her touch. "So, it wasn’t jealousy when you clenched your fists every time the prince spoke to me?”
Haruto’s jaw twitched. “I wasn’t—”
"And it wasn’t jealousy when you looked like you were seconds away from throwing him across the ballroom when we danced?”
“I would never—”
She laughed softly, leaning even closer. Her warm breath tickled his skin, and her mischievous gaze never wavered. “And it definitely wasn’t jealousy when your hand wouldn’t leave your sword all night, hmm?”
The tension radiating from him was nearly palpable. He opened his mouth, no doubt to deny her once again, but she didn’t give him the chance.
“Haruto,” she practically sang, her fingers brushing up to his jawline, her touch featherlight. “You’re jealous.”
That was it.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as the last thread of restraint snapped. In one swift motion, Haruto’s hands cupped her face, and before she could utter another teasing word, his lips crashed against hers.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was fierce — a desperate, searing kiss that left no room for uncertainty. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. Every ounce of frustration, longing, and the unbearable burn he had endured all night poured into that single moment.
Saehi melted beneath his touch, her hands instinctively clutching his tunic. The taste of him overwhelmed her senses, and yet, she craved more. The heat of his lips, the strength in the way he held her — it was intoxicating.
But just as quickly as it began, Haruto pulled back, his forehead pressed against hers as he caught his breath. His dark eyes burned with an undeniable intensity.
“I’m not jealous,” he rasped, though his swollen lips and the lingering heat in his gaze told a different story.
Saehi blinked, momentarily stunned. Her heart pounded wildly, her thoughts spinning. He was stubborn. So, so stubborn. And utterly maddening.
But gosh, she adored him.
Without a word, she inhaled sharply — and then her lips were on his once more. This time, it was she who closed the space between them, her fingers curling into his hair as she kissed him with equal fervor.
Haruto responded instantly. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The soft hum of approval that escaped her only fueled him further, his hands roaming her sides as their lips moved in perfect rhythm.
It was as if the entire evening had built to this moment. Every glance, every unspoken word, every drop of restrained desire — now unleashed.
And neither of them had any intention of stopping.
Saehi’s back barely brushed against the wall before Haruto’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer once again. The cool stone behind her was nothing compared to the warmth of him — his body pressed firmly against hers, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that grew deeper, more demanding.
She whimpered softly against him, the sound sending a rush through Haruto’s veins. His hands roamed her sides, fingers tracing the delicate curves of her waist, as though desperate to memorize every inch of her. Her hands tangled in his dark hair, tugging slightly, and the low groan he let out in response only made her pull him closer.
The kiss was intoxicating. Fierce and feverish. The tension that had simmered within him all night was now unleashed, pouring into every movement. Haruto kissed her like she was the only thing that existed — the only thing that mattered.
He broke away just long enough for them to gasp for air, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mingled. But the fire still burned — relentless, consuming. And neither of them wanted it to stop.
Haruto’s lips found hers once more, but this time, his hands slid up, brushing against her arms before pinning them gently to the wall. The weight of his body held her firmly in place, the dominance in his touch sending a shiver down her spine. Yet there was no fear. Only longing.
“You’re impossible,” she whispered breathlessly, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.
“And you,” Haruto growled softly, his lips trailing along her jawline, “are far too good at driving me mad.”
She arched into him, her hands still trapped beneath his as he continued his path, pressing heated kisses along her neck. Every touch, every graze of his lips sent sparks dancing across her skin. The ache that had built between them was unbearable, the need for him overwhelming.
“Still not jealous?” she dared, her voice barely above a whisper.
Haruto lifted his gaze, his dark eyes burning into hers. “Not even a little.”
But the way his mouth immediately claimed hers once more said otherwise.
๋ ࣭ ⭑
The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the warmth from the fireplace flickering lazily against the stone walls. The air was still thick with the remnants of their passion — whispered names, stolen breaths, and the lingering heat that neither of them seemed eager to forget.
Saehi lay nestled beneath the silken sheets, her bare shoulders peeking out as she rested against the plush pillows. Her hair spilled across the fabric in delicate waves, her face glowing with a soft, satisfied flush. She gazed at Haruto through half-lidded eyes, a dreamy smile tugging at her lips.
Haruto sat at the edge of the bed, the once rigid knight now completely unraveled. His armor and crimson sash had been long discarded, leaving him in nothing but the loose linen shirt that clung to his broad frame. The stiffness that had plagued him all evening had melted away, replaced by a tranquility that seemed to settle deep within him.
But most striking of all was the look in his eyes.
Gone was the guarded gaze he wore in the ballroom. Now, warmth and adoration gleamed openly, a rare vulnerability he reserved only for her.
“You’re staring,” Saehi teased softly, her voice like silk.
Haruto’s lips curled into a faint smile, the corner of his mouth lifting as his hand reached out. His calloused fingers traced along her cheek, the tender touch making her sigh contentedly. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin. “You’re beautiful.”
Saehi’s heart fluttered, but the blush that spread across her cheeks was undeniable. “You weren’t thinking that when you were glaring at the prince all night.”
He scoffed, though amusement glinted in his eyes. “Perhaps not.” His hand lingered on her face, trailing down to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “But I’m thinking it now.”
Her lips parted slightly, the words sinking into her chest like honey. The prince from earlier, the dances she had been forced to endure — none of it mattered now. Not when Haruto looked at her like this.
“You’re much softer when you’re not scowling,” she whispered playfully, though the affection in her voice was clear.
Haruto chuckled, the low sound sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “And you’re much quieter when you’re not teasing me.”
Saehi hummed in amusement. “Where’s the fun in that?”
He leaned down, his face mere inches from hers as he held her gaze. “I think we’ve had plenty of fun for tonight.”
Her cheeks burned under his intense stare, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she lifted her hand to cradle his cheek, the warmth of his skin beneath her palm grounding her.
“Stay,” she whispered softly.
Haruto didn’t hesitate. “Always.”
But instead of lying back down, Saehi pushed herself up, the sheets falling around her as she shifted. Without a word, she moved closer, settling herself against his chest. His warmth enveloped her instantly, and she nuzzled into him, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Haruto chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her snugly into his embrace. “Funny girl,” he murmured, amusement lacing his voice. “You have a grand bed, feather-soft pillows, and silken blankets — yet you still choose to lean on me.”
Saehi tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his jawline as she smiled. “That’s because I prefer you more.”
The words struck him with a tenderness he couldn’t quite describe. Haruto's arms tightened around her, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along her back. The warmth that filled his chest now was a far cry from the jealousy that had burned through him earlier.
He no longer felt the need to prove anything. Not when she was already his.
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Treasure reaction- Their crush asking them to be their Valentine❤️
A/n- My first request❤️ hope you enjoy, and requests are open!
💙Hyunsuk💙
Hyunsuk has liked you for a while.. far too long, really. Valentine’s Day was coming closer and closer and all Hyunsuk could think of was asking you to be his valentine. He planned it out in his head, how we was going to ask you to go on a date and spend the day together, he’d even blab about it to all the other members because that’s how excited he was.
He invited you over the day before, preparing a meal for the two of you, and as you sat down to eat, the words escaped your lips.
“Hyunsuk, Valentine’s Day is coming up..” you pondered for a moment, praying he felt the same way you did.
“I want to be your valentine.” The words spilled out, and you bit your lip in anticipation, staring at him who was now wide eyed with a big smile.
“Wait... what? Really?” He was stoked to say the least. “Yes, of course you can. I was going to ask you the same thing.”
The next day you two spend a romantic day together going to different antique shops and end up playing FIFA all night. It’s true love.
💙Jihoon💙
Valentine’s Day is coming up, and there was nobody else in the world that Jihoon would have wanted to spend it with. While on a walk together with your best friend Jihoon, you took a leap of faith and grabbed his hand. You knew he liked you, in fact, everyone knew he liked you. But what he didn’t know is that you liked him too.
“Jihoon~” you muttered out as he gave you a teasing grin.
“What is it? Do you need something? Or maybe you’re just in love with me.” The teasing tone of his voice made your heart race.
“Maybe I am.. and maybe I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you.”
You knew from the look on his face that a whole bunch of teasing was going to happen.
“I knew you were. Who could resist Park Jihoon?” He joked it off, but in reality he was the happiest person in the world right now. Squeezing your hand back tightly, he got more serious.
“Aren’t you lucky that I’m in love with you too?”
(Yes you’re the luckiest person)
💙Yoshi💙
This bundle of sweetness could only fawn over you. Oh how he wished he could have you as his own. You were everything he had ever wanted in a partner and in his heart he knew that he was in love with you. His heart feeling like it was about to jump out of his chest every time he sees you.
Yoshi believed he never stood a chance with you, and though it was far from the truth, he had convinced himself that you were far too out of his league.
(Even though he is literally an Angel)
That’s why when you walked up to him with a box of chocolate and a big smile on your face, he was so flustered that you thought he was going to cry.
“Wait... what’s wrong? Is something wrong?” Was all you could ask before he shook his head and accepted your chocolates.
“Yoshi, I want to be your valentine.”
“Are you really sure?”
“Of course.~”
💙Junkyu💙
Junkyu never really planned how he was going to ask you, he figured he’d just say it and see where it goes. What’s the point of planning it out when it’s just a few words? He never had expected to be speechless, so when the time actually came and he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth, he left you confused as he left to take a moment to himself.
You had thought you might have done something wrong, so you got up and checked on him only to find him sitting on his bed alone in the dark room. Something seemed wrong.
“Junkyu..? Are you okay?” You asked as you crept over to his side, sitting beside him.
“Yeah I just.. okay well honestly, I wanted to ask you to be my valentine but I just don’t know how to say it. It’s totally okay if you don’t want to!” He waved his hands, hoping not to pressure you.
“Junkyu I was going to ask you the same thing! That’s why I came today. I want to be your valentine, and more than that.”
In the moment he was so happy that he literally squealed, pulling you into such a tight hug that you thought your back was going to break.
“Then I guess that makes you my partner.~”
💙Mashiho💙
Mashiho is definitely a romantic for sure. He felt like Valentine’s Day would be the perfect time to confess his feelings to you, it gave him a chance to say what he had been feeling ever since the first day he met you. You were so close that he didn’t have to ask you out for Valentine’s Day, you had already planned to hangout that day anyway, just as you usually did when you both had free time.
But for Mashiho this time was different. Maybe to you it wasn’t any different than all the other times you two spent time together, but for Mashiho today was his day.
When you showed up to the door, you greeted him with a hug just as you always did, and he felt so safe in your arms.
“Y/N..”
He was cut off by your voice
“Mashiho! My Valentine’s date looks quite handsome today.”
All he could reply with was little giggles and bright red cheeks.
“Your valentine huh? Nothing would make me happier.”
💙Jaehyuk💙
Jaehyuk had honestly forgot that Valentine’s Day was coming up. He hadn’t really been keeping up with the calendar all that much, so when he found out that tomorrow was Valentine’s Day the first thing that was on his mind was you.
You had sent him a text that you were going to meet him at the dorm, and that you had something you wanted to tell him.
He figured it was important and since he was going to see his crush (you,) he dressed up nicely and fixed up his hair while awaiting your arrival.
When the doorbell rang he let you inside, and that’s when you handed him a hand made card you had made for him, pestering him to open it.
“Open it up! Open!”
Opening the card, you had written him a poem that expresses your feelings, at the end of the poem, there lies the question “will you be my valentine?” And he had that super cute smile on his face that makes him look so squishy and cute.
“I love this... of course I will.”
💙Asahi💙
You and Asahi were at the studio, sometimes you would go and sit with him while he worked on his music, giving him advice and suggestions as he produced his own songs. You guys were always together like this, spending time with one another even when you both were busy with work.
It was late and you were getting tired,so you leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt warm and safe, feeling so much love and admiration for Asahi that you blurted the words out.
“Asahi.. will you be my valentine?”
“What?” At first he didn’t hear you, so he turned off his music.
“I said, will you be my valentine?”
His lips curved into a smile and he nods his head, keeping a calm tone and expression.
“Yes, I will.”
And ever since you asked the question, his mind could no longer focus on the music, just focusing on his feelings for you.
💙Yedam💙
Yedam had your heart. Who could blame you? He is beautiful, intelligent, talented, perfect, he’s everyone’s dream man.
And what better way to win over Yedam than with what he loved most? Music.
You tried your best at making a song for Yedam, which went either poorly or really well depending on your music making skills! But despite that, you knew he’d love it either way.
The song was quite corny, with a rhyming poem about your feelings for Yedam, the last line being “Will you be my valentine?”
You called Yedam to come over, and since he liked you so much he stopped whatever it is he was doing and headed right over to you.
He eventually got to the house and you brought him to your computer, where you’d surprise him with the song.
His face was in shock, a blush on his cheeks and a wide smile. His head shook, how could you do something so embarrassing for him? But even so, he loved every second of it. No words were needed in that moment, all he needed was his hand that was resting on your waist, and his other hand that pulled you by your head into a soft and loving kiss.
“I love you, Y/N.”
💙Doyoung💙
Doyoung was so obvious about his feelings for you and he didn’t even try to hide it. This boy is such a flirt, always winking at you or making corny jokes about how he wanted to be your boyfriend. He was so ridiculously embarrassing but you couldn’t help but find it absolutely adorable, falling for him so quickly just like the way he fell for you.
The others at school were handing out their valentines cards and chocolates. You had made homemade chocolates for Doyoung, little heart shaped, with a note attached to the bottom of the box.
Class ended and you slowly approached Doyoungs desk.
“Hey look, it’s my future girlfriend/boyfriend.” He teased, looking down at the box in your hands. He wasn’t sure if it was for him or not, so he just pointed at them questioning why you were holding them.
“They’re for you, dummy.” You pouted, wondering if your hard work went to waste.
He was hesitant at first, taking the box reluctantly. “You didn’t poison them did you?” He joked, just to have you pout at him again.
“I’m joking.. don’t be sad.” He quietly hummed while opening his box of chocolates, even reading the little note that asked him to be your valentine. Instead of acting shocked, he was more so giggly, laughing in disbelief, but also laughing because he was just genuinely so happy.
“You already know I’ll be your valentine.”
💙Haruto💙
The one and only Haruto Watanabe has your heart. The incredibly good looking, sweet boy that had you desperately wanting to get closer with him.
You had spoken a few times, but each time it always ended so awkwardly, with both of you not knowing what to say and just standing there until someone else interrupted the two of you. But you wanted that to change, and today is a great day to make that happen. Valentine’s Day. You usually dread this day, because being lonely on a day where you’re supposed to be dating really sucks.
As soon as you saw Haruto, he was surrounded by other people. You looked defeated until he saw you watching him, cutting the conversation he was having with his friends short, as he waited to see if you would approach. And of course, you did.
Words were difficult in that moment, so all you did was hold out the card you had spent all night working on.
“This is for you.”
“Ah, really? For me?” His smile looked so shy. A little chuckle escaping his lips as he read the Valentine’s card, asking him to be your valentine, and we all know what he said.
“Ah really? Then yes I’ll be your valentine. Thank you.” Scratching the back of his head awkwardly until you pulled him into a tight hug.
💙Jeongwoo💙
He is so cool, making the sports he played look so easy, and all you could do was watch from afar, hoping that you could talk to him sometime.
You were so beautiful, doing your favourite hobby. All Jeongwoo could do was watch you from afar, not knowing that you wanted to get close to him as much as he wanted to get close to you.
It was a romantic tale of teenage love, and both of you were far too awkward to make a move.
So your friends did it for you, on Valentine’s Day, because they were sick of watching the two of you avoid each other so often.
Your friends had dragged the two of you to each other, pushing you right into Jeongwoo as you leaned against his chest with your heart racing like crazy.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely, feeling so ashamed that your friends did this.
Though, he was happy. He wanted this for so long.
“It’s fine really..”
You could hear your friends in the background, chanting “ask him!” As if it were a song. So you did just that.
“I was wondering if you’d want to be my valentine today? We could go somewhere fun later..”
You weren’t expecting an immediate yes, but he answered you right away.
“I’d love to.” And just like that, you two lived happily ever after.
💙Junghwan💙
This boy is S.H.Y as heck whenever he’s with you. The other members always having to talk for him because he did not know how to have a normal conversation with you, he was too scared to even try. Afraid he’d make himself sound stupid or mess up while speaking. So you took the initiative, because you liked him after all, to ask him if he’d be your valentine tomorrow and go on a date.
“Junghwan~ let’s go on a date tomorrow, and be each other’s valentine!” You exclaimed so confidentially, and he almost choked on the water he was drinking. He was such a stuttering mess, so confused on how you could ask so carefree.
He stayed quiet for so long, looking to the other members because he was dumbfounded, which had you doubting if you should have asked him in the first place. Seeing you look upset, he immediately blurted, “I-I really want to as well.”
Those words calmed you down, and you knew he was just shy and didn’t know how to respond. “Great, then I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave him a hug and he hugged you back not wanting to let go for awhile, until you both parted ways.
“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”
This baby spent that whole night being so happy and hyper because his crush had just asked him to be their valentine!
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long lost (hyunsuk x reader) - by @teumez
train tracks (mashiho x gn!reader, thriller) - by @uwoodobi
ice cream store oneesan (haruto x f!reader) - by @rutowonz
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love is dead (junghwan x reader) - @rutowonz
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OT12
Hyung Line
yandere!TREASURE meeting reader for the first time - fluff
Middle Line
yandere!TREASURE meeting reader for the first time - fluff
Maknae Line
Choi Hyunsuk 최 현석
Park Jihoon 박 지훈
Kanemoto Yoshinori 金本芳典
Kim Junkyu 김 준규
Takata Mashiho 高田ましほ
Yoon Jaehyuk 윤 재혁
Hamada Asahi 浜田朝光
Bang Yedam 방 예담
Kim Doyoung 김 도영
Watanabe Haruto 渡辺春虎
Park Jeongwoo 박 정우
So Junghwan 소 정환