kim dohoon x reader ✶ pictures tws send you of dohoon! au ✶ smau! ✶ crack/fluff ✶ warnings: mentions of killing&kicking, language, jihoon and shinyu are man stealers and youngjae's in a situationship and dohoon might be becoming a farmer
song rec: genuinely have overdrive by tws repeatedly playing in my head rn ! its so peak i love the tws genre pls never stop making peak blue glitter pen songs i love my blue tws <3
my note: happily birthday to this cutieful angtal expert ! omg i love you kim dohoon and your sulking habit. were a few days late but like who's even expecting hafs to be on time at this point 😔 happy late birthday to the sulky ddongkangaji and TWS NEW COMEBACK LETS GOOOO!!!
music played softly from the speakers of your laptop, it and the rest of your study materials long forgotten on your desk.
you sighed in bliss at the feeling of shinyu's lips covering yours. your arms wound around his shoulders, keeping you steady as you rested on his thighs. his hands roamed your sides and back, the way he was teasing and playing with the end of your shirt was making your head spin; you were practically melting into him.
you detached your mouth from his with a soft pop and watched him slowly open his eyes, his hooded gaze making you shiver.
he was beautiful, brown hair tousled from the friction of your hands and the headboard that he was resting against. his lips were as plump and bruised as yours, blooming red and pink and purple. his hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, curling a tendril of your hair behind your ear. your hot breaths intermixed as he pulled you impossibly closer, placing wet kisses down from the shell of your ear to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder.
he felt like heaven against your skin. and you whispered into his hair that you wished you could stay like this forever. his free hand found your own, wrapping his fingers around yours and you knew he wanted nothing but the same.
synopsis: Y/n wants to tell her feelings to Kyungmin, but both are some idiots in love pairing: idiot!kyungmin x idiot!f!reader genre: fluff w/c: a/n: Happy Birthday my dear Kyungmin <3 Thanks to @soobundle1009 for the moodboard.
For you, love was a simple equation: Kyungmin existed, and you existed within a five-meter radius of him, but strictly no eye contact. He was the art class guy with the sweet smile, and he could make your heart race with just a walk-by. The only snag was your shyness—an impenetrable shield that basically made you invisible. Majorly invisible.
Kyungmin wasn't doing any better. His shyness was legendary. If anyone looked at him directly, he’d blush like crazyand mumble a greeting so low it was basically inaudible. He was the definition of cautious, so much so that you both lived in an awkward orbit, dodging each other in the halls to avoid an actual encounter.
Today, though, things were about to change. Sick of the frustration, you’d concocted the ultimate plan: a carefully decorated envelope with a short, direct note. You were going to slip it into his locker before he showed up and bolt. Simple, quick, and (for you) painless.
What you didn't know was that, at the same time, Kyungmin was fighting his own battle. He’d been crushing on you for days. He noticed your quiet demeanor, the way you clutched your books in the hallway, and the sweet curve of your smile when you thought no one was looking.
Inspired by some terrible advice from his friend Hanjin ("Just tell her, kyungmin!"), Kyungmin had decided he would confess in person. His plan was even simpler: wait near your locker, make eye contact (if he could manage the courage), and mumble the four crucial words. It was a trash plan, but it was all his anxious heart could handle.
The hallway was almost empty right after school, the perfect time for covert operations. You were heading to his locker, the white envelope in your hand, feeling your heart pound like a drum.
Just as you rounded the corner... BAM!
You crashed into someone. Correction: Someone crashed into you.
It was Kyungmin. He’d been waiting by your locker, his back turned, quietly practicing his greeting. Feeling you approach, he spun around instantly, pure panic etched on his face.
Startled, you dropped the envelope.
Kyungmin, eyes wide, tried to catch you, but instead accidentally clipped your elbow, making your backpack slide off.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" you stammered, feeling like you were freaking out. You tried to bend down to grab the envelope, but he tried to do the same. Your foreheads collided with a soft thud.
Your brain screamed: "Abort mission! Run!" You scooped up your bag and, completely forgetting the envelope (which lay at Kyungmin's feet), you bolted out of there at full speed, convinced you’d ruined the only chance he’d ever have of knowing you existed.
Kyungmin stood there, frozen. All he could do was hold out a trembling hand and whisper an inaudible: "Y-Y/n!" He looked at the envelope on the floor. You were gone. You had confessed via a letter, he had completely shut down, and the result was this total chaos.
Right at that moment, the rest of kyungmin’s friends bursted into the hallway. Shinyu was trying to keep Youngjae from dragging him to the convenience store. Behind them were Jihoon, Hanjin, and Dohoon
The hallway erupted in screams and cheers as Youngjae read the letter out loud. Kyungmin, overwhelmed, snatched the letter back.
"N-no, no, no... she ran into me! I was about to, to... to confess!"
Dohoon, ever the chill one, walked over to his friend. "So you were both about to confess, and you just crashed? Well, she made the first move, even if it was a total oops. Kyungmin, you have to answer her. What are you gonna do?"
Kyungmin clutched the letter, his eyes fixed on the note. "I have to... I have to talk to her," he mumbled, "but I can't go alone. I'm gonna pass out."
After fifteen minutes of chaotic debate (where Youngjae proposed a rap reply and Jihoon suggested a flashmob dance), Kyungmin begged Shinyu to be his wingman. Shinyu, with his characteristic calm, nodded.
They set off on their "mission" to the library, the only place Kyungmin knew you’d be at that hour.
They reached the History section. And there you were, face buried in a book, trying to look focused while internally beating yourself up over the locker fiasco.
Kyungmin saw you. His hands immediately went ice cold. He stopped dead, Shinyu right by his side.
"Alright," Shinyu whispered, gently nudging him forward. "Here we go. Breathe, Kyungmin. Just tell her yes."
Kyungmin took one step, then another, feeling like every inch was a marathon.
Finally, he stood right behind your table, the letter still in his trembling hand. His heart was about to explode, but he managed to open his mouth.
"Y-Y/n..."
Hearing your name, you looked up, your eyes locking with his. The shock of seeing him there, and with Shinyu, made you grip the edge of the table hard.
Kyungmin saw your eyes. He saw your panic. And his own plan evaporated.
Instead of responding to the letter, the shyness hit him so hard that his mind short-circuited. He dropped the letter again, which landed right on your book.
"Y-you had a... a thread! On your sweater! Bye!" Kyungmin exclaimed, frantically pointing at your empty shoulder (where there was absolutely nothing) and, before you could articulate a single syllable, he turned and sprinted away, leaving a stunned Shinyu standing next to your table.
Shinyu looked at you with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry. He was about to tell you he likes you. But, you know... the shyness struggle is real," he said, shrugging. He then nodded briefly and chased after his frantic friend.
You were left alone, staring at the letter he’d left. The same letter you’d given him. And next to it, a new note, hastily scrawled on the back of a cafeteria receipt:
"I like you. But I'm too scared to talk to you. Sorry about the nerves."
It was Kyungmin's handwriting.
The Final Confrontation (Coffee Date)
The next day, your mind was a whirlwind. You couldn't concentrate. You had Kyungmin's crumpled note in your pocket, and the feeling that, despite the disaster, the feeling was mutual. You couldn't let shyness ruin this for a third time.
You decided that the verbal route was off-limits for both of you. You needed a date. A neutral spot. And a foolproof plan.
At lunchtime, after discretely searching for him, you found him in the back courtyard, hidden under a tree, with Hanjinbeside him. Hanjin seemed to be giving him a motivational speech.
"You have to be brave, Kyungmin! Just walk up and say 'Hi!'" Hanjin was yelling.
Kyungmin, sitting with his knees pulled up, looked miserable. "It's easy for you to say! I peace out! I run away from people I like!"
You took a deep breath, ignored Hanjin's startled look, and walked straight up to Kyungmin. You didn't give him time to run.
You stood in front of him. He looked up, his eyes huge and filled with that familiar panic. He opened his mouth to mumble something, probably another apology about the non-existent thread, but you were faster.
You grabbed the crumpled receipt (his confession note) and held it up. Then, with the courage only the fear of perpetual singledom could give you, you spoke as clearly as possible, without stuttering:
"We're not going to talk about the letter. Or the thread. We're going to get coffee. Today, at five, at the place on the corner. If you don't show up, I'm going to assume that 'I like you' thing was a joke. Yes or no?"
The declaration was so direct, even peak-shyness Kyungmin couldn't process it. The silence was absolute. Hanjin was frozen solid next to him, mouth agape.
Kyungmin blinked. Your voice was firm, and your plan was lockdown-proof.
"I-I... I-I..." he stuttered. He looked at his hands, then at Hanjin, and finally, at you. His cheeks turned so red they looked like they were on fire, but instead of running, he nodded his head, once, very fast.
"Y-yes. Yes. Coffee. Five o'clock. I'll be there," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.
You smiled. It was the hardest-won victory you'd ever achieved. "Good," you said. And before panic could return and force you to flee, you turned and walked quickly back toward the school, leaving Kyungmin and Hanjin in shock under the tree.
Hanjin took a second to recover. Then he yelled, "Kyungmin! You slayed! You have a date! But, what are you gonna wear?!"
Kyungmin, with the note in his hand and his face still flushed, smiled for the first time all week.
Kyungmin wasn't doing any better. His shyness was legendary. If anyone looked at him directly, he’d blush like crazyand mumble a greeting so low it was basically inaudible. He was the definition of cautious, so much so that you both lived in an awkward orbit, dodging each other in the halls to avoid an actual encounter.
Today, though, things were about to change. Sick of the frustration, you’d concocted the ultimate plan: a carefully decorated envelope with a short, direct note. You were going to slip it into his locker before he showed up and bolt. Simple, quick, and (for you) painless.
What you didn't know was that, at the same time, Kyungmin was fighting his own battle. He’d been crushing on you for days. He noticed your quiet demeanor, the way you clutched your books in the hallway, and the sweet curve of your smile when you thought no one was looking.
Inspired by some terrible advice from his friend Hanjin ("Just tell her, hyung!"), Kyungmin had decided he would confess in person. His plan was even simpler: wait near your locker, make eye contact (if he could manage the courage), and mumble the four crucial words. It was a trash plan, but it was all his anxious heart could handle.
The hallway was almost empty right after school, the perfect time for covert operations. You were heading to his locker, the white envelope in your hand, feeling your heart pound like a drum.
Just as you rounded the corner... BAM!
You crashed into someone. Correction: Someone crashed into you.
It was Kyungmin. He’d been waiting by your locker, his back turned, quietly practicing his greeting. Feeling you approach, he spun around instantly, pure panic etched on his face.
Startled, you dropped the envelope.
Kyungmin, eyes wide, tried to catch you, but instead accidentally clipped your elbow, making your backpack slide off.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" you stammered, feeling like you were freaking out. You tried to bend down to grab the envelope, but he tried to do the same. Your foreheads collided with a soft thud.
Your brain screamed: "Abort mission! Run!" You scooped up your bag and, completely forgetting the envelope (which lay at Kyungmin's feet), you bolted out of there at full speed, convinced you’d ruined the only chance he’d ever have of knowing you existed.
Kyungmin stood there, frozen. All he could do was hold out a trembling hand and whisper an inaudible: "Y-Y/n!" He looked at the envelope on the floor. You were gone. You had confessed via a letter, he had completely shut down, and the result was this total chaos.
Right at that moment, the rest of TWS burst into the hallway. Shinyu (the calm leader) was trying to keep Youngjae (pure energy) from dragging him to the convenience store. Behind them were Jihoon (the playful one), Hanjin (the adorably chaotic one), and Dohoon (the steady observer).
The hallway erupted in screams and cheers as Youngjae read the letter out loud. Kyungmin, overwhelmed, snatched the letter back.
"N-no, no, no... she ran into me! I was about to, to... to confess!"
Dohoon, ever the chill one, walked over to his friend. "So you were both about to confess, and you just crashed? Well, she made the first move, even if it was a total oops. Kyungmin, you have to answer her. What are you gonna do?"
Kyungmin clutched the letter, his eyes fixed on the note. "I have to... I have to talk to her," he mumbled, "but I can't go alone. I'm gonna pass out."
After fifteen minutes of chaotic debate (where Youngjae proposed a rap reply and Jihoon suggested a flashmob dance), Kyungmin begged Shinyu to be his wingman. Shinyu, with his characteristic calm, nodded.
They set off on their "mission" to the library, the only place Kyungmin knew you’d be at that hour.
They reached the History section. And there you were, face buried in a book, trying to look focused while internally beating yourself up over the locker fiasco.
Kyungmin saw you. His hands immediately went ice cold. He stopped dead, Shinyu right by his side.
"Alright," Shinyu whispered, gently nudging him forward. "Here we go. Breathe, Kyungmin. Just tell her yes."
Kyungmin took one step, then another, feeling like every inch was a marathon.
Finally, he stood right behind your table, the letter still in his trembling hand. His heart was about to explode, but he managed to open his mouth.
"Y-Y/n..."
Hearing your name, you looked up, your eyes locking with his. The shock of seeing him there, and with Shinyu, made you grip the edge of the table hard.
Kyungmin saw your eyes. He saw your panic. And his own plan evaporated.
Instead of responding to the letter, the shyness hit him so hard that his mind short-circuited. He dropped the letter again, which landed right on your book.
"Y-you had a... a thread! On your sweater! Bye!" Kyungmin exclaimed, frantically pointing at your empty shoulder (where there was absolutely nothing) and, before you could articulate a single syllable, he turned and sprinted away, leaving a stunned Shinyu standing next to your table.
Shinyu looked at you with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry. He was about to tell you he likes you. But, you know... the shyness struggle is real," he said, shrugging. He then nodded briefly and chased after his frantic friend.
You were left alone, staring at the letter he’d left. The same letter you’d given him. And next to it, a new note, hastily scrawled on the back of a cafeteria receipt:
"I like you. But I'm too scared to talk to you. Sorry about the nerves."
It was Kyungmin's handwriting.
The next day, your mind was a whirlwind. You couldn't concentrate. You had Kyungmin's crumpled note in your pocket, and the feeling that, despite the disaster, the feeling was mutual. You couldn't let shyness ruin this for a third time.
You decided that the verbal route was off-limits for both of you. You needed a date. A neutral spot. And a foolproof plan.
At lunchtime, after discretely searching for him, you found him in the back courtyard, hidden under a tree, with Hanjinbeside him. Hanjin seemed to be giving him a motivational speech.
"You have to be brave, Kyungmin! Just walk up and say 'Hi!'" Hanjin was yelling.
Kyungmin, sitting with his knees pulled up, looked miserable. "It's easy for you to say! I peace out! I run away from people I like!"
You took a deep breath, ignored Hanjin's startled look, and walked straight up to Kyungmin. You didn't give him time to run.
You stood in front of him. He looked up, his eyes huge and filled with that familiar panic. He opened his mouth to mumble something, probably another apology about the non-existent thread, but you were faster.
You grabbed the crumpled receipt (his confession note) and held it up. Then, with the courage only the fear of perpetual singledom could give you, you spoke as clearly as possible, without stuttering:
"We're not going to talk about the letter. Or the thread. We're going to get coffee. Today, at five, at the place on the corner. If you don't show up, I'm going to assume that 'I like you' thing was a joke. Yes or no?"
The declaration was so direct, even peak-shyness Kyungmin couldn't process it. The silence was absolute. Hanjin was frozen solid next to him, mouth agape.
Kyungmin blinked. Your voice was firm, and your plan was lockdown-proof.
"I-I... I-I..." he stuttered. He looked at his hands, then at Hanjin, and finally, at you. His cheeks turned so red they looked like they were on fire, but instead of running, he nodded his head, once, very fast.
"Y-yes. Yes. Coffee. Five o'clock. I'll be there," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.
You smiled. It was the hardest-won victory you'd ever achieved. "Good," you said. And before panic could return and force you to flee, you turned and walked quickly back toward the school, leaving Kyungmin and Hanjin in shock under the tree.
Hanjin took a second to recover. Then he yelled, "Kyungmin! You slayed! You have a date! But, what are you gonna wear?!"
Kyungmin, with the note in his hand and his face still flushed, smiled for the first time all week.
sooo I'm finally writing again and I really want to write a canon winterwitch fic because there are just so many parallels for these 2 dorks and also their powers are really cool + they would be such a power couple!! 🤍 anyway I have a few different ideas but I just want to focus on one fic at the moment. so I’m wondering what people would be more interested in: a post-endgame fic set after the movie and the months after, or a time-travel fix it fic where wanda gets a chance to go back in time after infinity war (because there are things in canon I really need to fix). So would anyone be interested reading either/both fic?? <3
pictures tws sends you of hanjin! ⋮ smau ⋮ hanjin x reader ⋮ fluff/crack ⋮ warnings: language, shinyu (attempts to) send you to a psychologist, you and dohoon have beef ⋮ tws birthday series
my note: hafs actually updating properly????? insane. but fr im trying to do more works this year bc last years 22 fics was actually stupidly ridiculous 😭 happiest birthday to my hanjinnie <3 always stay happy and bright and ignore all the haters
song rec: now playing by tws is peak guys its so good and happy i love all my blue glitter pen tws songs. try with us is such an amazing album each song is better and better theyre so good and the entire album is on repeat lately
tws hyung line x reader ⊹ fluff/jealousy? ⊹ tws texts ⊹ warnings: bad pickup lines, implied leg breaking, language
song rec: blue by yungkai bc its such a pretty soft song and its based on wifty
my notes: stop tws are like my one pick and ive written next to nothing about them i feel so bad 😭 i changed phones and dark mode isnt working on memi message for some reason (i dont like apple) so we have light mode texts now!! (sorry) ALSO happy late anniversary tws :(((( im sorry i was busy and couldn't make it in time for your anniversary i adore tws so much they are really my true ults <42
