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hye۶ৎ ✧ she/her ✧ 00'
mx ⋆ intj ⋆ sagittarius ✧
txt and nct/wayv writer ★
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‧₊˚🖇️✩ i've been a moa since 2019 and an nctzen since 2016, i've written different fanfics on other platforms, but i've been reading on Tumblr for years, and only started posting fics here this year.
★﹐my lifelong biases are soobin, mark, and yangyang ﹗﹑
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key: fluff [f] | smut [s] | angst [a]
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txt as romantic tropes [f]
txt as hybrids [s]
soobin
affection [s]
always ours [s]
off-camera [s]
midnight cravings [s]
sinners [a] [f] [s]
yeonjun
the mysterious boy I met yesterday [f] [a]
wishes come true [s]
just chillin' [s]
always ours [s]
teacher's pet [s]
assigned to you [s]
beomgyu
fOoL fOr yOu [f]
el muchacho de los ojos tristes [a]
I hate and need him so much!! [s]
because of you [f]
second chance [a] [f]
late night host radio 1 [s]
late night host radio 2 [s]
revenge [s]
because of you [s]
married in red [s]
on the drive home [a]
I'M GETTING RIPPED TONIGHT [s]
don't hide from me [s]
taehyun
prophecy [s]
punch! [s]
not really related [s]
the weight of silk and silence [s]
huening kai
worship you [s]
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nct 127 as romantic tropes [f]
jaehyun
marry me, mr. jeong [f] [s]
all for him [s]
haechan
virgin's debut [s] preview
virgin's debut [s] full version
brat [s]
my little toy [s]
mark
the years that I loved you [f] [a]
doyoung
miss erotica [s]
taeyong
what you want [s] [f]
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jaemin
favorite toy [s]
the demon queen [s]
baby on board [f]
jeno
no better than this [s]
Summary: You consider Yeonjun to be a really good friend. He's sweet, he makes you laugh, and you always have fun together. The only issue is that you have feelings for him, feelings you refuse to acknowledge you have. You assume he doesn't see you as anything more than a friend, and you lie to yourself, allowing yourself to think that only being friends with Yeonjun is something you're content with. So how do you respond when you stumble across supposed pictures of Yeonjun out with another girl online? Do you fess up to him, or sever ties and try to forget about him?
word count: 2.4k - masterlist
You had seen the rumors online by now. Technically, you had no right to be angry with him. He could do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted. He wasn’t your boyfriend, even though most newcomers in your life always assumed he was. “If he’s not your boyfriend, why do you always smile when you talk about him?” was always a question your friends would ask you.
“I don’t know, he’s my friend…It’s completely platonic.” You’d shrug. You were completely oblivious to how in love you were with him. Or maybe you were just lying to yourself, ignoring all of the warning signs that you had caught feelings for Yeonjun.
Like most people, the two of you had met through work. Both idols, just under different companies. It wasn’t an instantaneous thing; instead, it was just the two of you making eye contact over and over as you would pass each other in the hallways of different events. The eye contact turned into silent nods of acknowledgment, then full-on beaming smiles in each other’s direction.
Then one day, while waiting backstage for another group to finish up, he bumped into you while you were turned around. Still to this day, he swears it was a complete accident, but judging by the fact that he can never keep a straight face when you reminisce about that first major interaction between the two of you, you’d beg to differ. He was sweet, extremely apologetic, and his cheeks were red. Then yours were, and your face felt hot, and after the two of you formally introduced yourselves to each other, your group mates sideyeying the two of you the entire time, your manager pulled you away, sending you on stage. Your closest friend in the group, Eun-ha, playfully nudged your shoulder as the two of you ran to the stage. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, which made you swat her away, trying to conceal your giddiness. You couldn’t deny that he was insanely attractive, and though you received a lot of attention from your fans, you didn’t really get a lot of guys to approach you often. You didn’t think you’d talk to him again. People kept reposting clips of the performance, noticing that your normally stony exterior was different that night, since you couldn’t stop smiling the entire time. Maybe she’s just really happy this comeback… people would wonder as they typed out different possibilities onto various comment sections and forums. Little did anyone else know, when you wrapped up the festival and were ushered back to the car with your group to go home, you found something in your bag. As you rummaged around looking for your lip balm, you felt a little piece of loose paper towards the bottom. You furrowed your eyebrows together, pulling the piece of paper out from your bag, flipping on the carlight overhead to illuminate your view, considering it was early in the night. It was a phone number scribbled in blue ink, signed with the initial Y. You had known exactly who it was, and you tried desperately to play off your excitement not to give yourself away to your members and manager sitting a mere few inches away from you.
Later that night, when you finally made it back to the comfort of your bedroom, you quickly pulled out the piece of paper again and punched the digits into your phone. You weren’t sure how to play this…Should you flirt with him? No, you weren’t really interested in a relationship at the moment. A relationship, if exposed, would cause major damage to your career. Years of training would be diminished if you got caught up in something as stupid as a dating scandal. Plus, eye contact and smiles don’t equal someone being attracted to you; maybe he was just being polite? Should you joke around like you did when he bumped into you? Or play dumb and ask who the number belongs to?
In the end, you decided to just be yourself. And by that, you decided to joke around with him. I guess it’s better to communicate over the phone. I wouldn’t want you to run me over again. You typed out and sent. You sat on the edge of your bed as you anticipated his reply, biting your nails nervously. Less than a minute passed before he responded back.
Maybe you're right :) Let’s just be safe and talk here.
And that had been the start of it all. Over the next year or so, the two of you had become really good friends. You spent countless nights on the phone with Yeonjun, asking him for guidance on parts of your choreographies you were stuck on, sneaking out to eat together. You weren’t dating, but felt it was best to be discreet.
You didn’t live in the dorms anymore, so oftentimes, Yeonjun would come over and end up crashing on your bed with you. But it was all innocent…After all, you had a lot of other friends who slept over, and you never gave it a second thought. But then again, your other friends never wrapped their arms around you as you slept. Nor did your friends brush the hair out of your face and tuck the stray strands behind your ears like Yeonjun did.
Your other friends never had to “sneak out” to come stand outside of your apartment door to let them in at odd hours of the night. Nor did they grab your hands and make you slow dance with them around whatever room you were standing in. Yeonjun would sway you around, humming, with your head pressed against his chest. You had never felt more secure in your life than in those moments. But again, he was just a really good friend and nothing more. So when you started to ignore his phone calls after seeing some grainy photos of a man who was supposedly Yeonjun with some random girl, you tried to spin the story. The reason you weren’t answering his calls was because you were busy! You know, typical idol stuff…Practice, content filmings, the usual stuff that kept you busy. You just needed a few days to yourself. To be fair, you really hadn’t been talking to any of your friends, including your members. Eun-ha had come over a few days ago, worried as to why you had suddenly gone so quiet over the group chat. Normally, the two of you spent your free days together in some way, and she knew something must’ve been wrong for you to go silent, especially with her.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” She asked, squinting her eyes at you in suspicion.
“Why would I not be okay? Everything’s just great.” You said unenthusiastically, peering down at your phone and swiping another message from Yeonjun off of your lockscreen.
“Because you’re not acting like yourself. You wouldn’t answer anyone's messages. Even Yeonjun reached out to ask if you were okay.” Now that the last part of her sentence got your attention.
“Yeonjun? Why would he care?” You tried to play off your intrigue, your tone sounding bitter. Eun-ha scoffed, shifting to face you from her side of the couch.
“You’re joking, right? Actually, that’s when I knew something was seriously wrong because even if he doesn’t have any information, then it must be bad. The two of you are inseparable!” Eun-ha exclaimed.
“Obviously, we’re not.” You said under your breath, your arms folded defensively in front of your chest. Eun-ha tilted her head in confusion.
“What do you mean? Did the two of you get in a fight?” She asked, eyes displaying genuine concern. God, you loved Eun-ha.
“No, no. He didn’t…he didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just been avoiding him. I need some time alone to clear my head.” You tried to explain. More so to yourself than to your friend. You weren’t ready to admit to yourself that you were jealous. Even if it was all unconfirmed and there was a possibility that the photos weren’t of him. The last you had heard of it, his company hadn’t said anything. Most often, if the company deems it’s not worthy of a response, whether that be because it’s untrue or better to sweep under the rug, normally the rumors hold no validity. But if it wasn’t true, that still didn’t change the fact that you were jealous and hurt at the thought of him being with some other girl. One is supposed to be happy for their friends when they’re dating, not jealous. Catching feelings for your friend is messy, and if it ends badly, you not only lose a boyfriend but also a friend. You couldn’t bear the thought of permanently messing up your relationship with him
“So, if he didn’t do anything wrong, what’s the issue?” Eun-ha pressed, seemingly not understanding your dilemma.
“I think he has a girlfriend, and when I heard about the whole thing, I panicked.” You said, avoiding eye contact with your group mate.
“You panicked because you have feelings for him, right?” Eun-ha stated. You looked over at her in shock, eyes going wide.
“How’d you-” Before you could fully get your question out, she responded quickly.
“Because it’s so obvious. Even before you formally met him, you were always making eyes at each other. I seriously think you should talk to him. You might not have the full story.” Eun-ha placed a hand on your knee, giving it a reassuring pat.
“If I talk to him, then I’m going to have to explain why I was avoiding him all week. He’s going to figure it out.” You lowered your head. Because of how long the two of you had been friends, you assumed that if he was interested, he would’ve made a move by now. You didn’t want anything to change or be tainted between the two of you.
“And would that be a bad thing? I think one of you needs to just suck it up and confess.” Eun-ha said. “If you think for a second he doesn’t have feelings for you, you’re dead wrong. No guy who’s not interested goes out of their way to ask your friends if you’re okay.”
Maybe Eun-ha was right. Maybe I had been ignoring the obvious truth this entire time.
After Eun-ha had left, you were again left alone with your thoughts. Your phone was placed on the coffee table in front of you, and you were blatantly aware of what you had to do. You had been dragging your feet the past few hours, and the sun had set, leaving you in the dark. You went over every possible outcome in your mind. Either you come clean and he feels the same way, or he awkwardly rejects you. Or the rumors are true and he’s already in a relationship. If that turns out to be the case, you weren't sure of what you’d do next. Just as you picked up the phone, coming to the conclusion that stalling was getting you nowhere, your doorbell buzzed. You walked over to the buzzer next to the front door, pressing the button and speaking into it. “Who is it?” You asked.
“Yeonjun.” You felt a jolt go through your body, and you suddenly felt breathless. You pressed the button that unlocks the door and backed away a few feet. Your psalm became sweaty, and you tried to take deep breaths in, though they were really only a placebo. When the door finally opened and he stepped inside, the two of you stood in the doorway silently for a few seconds before he snapped out of it and slipped off his shoes before fully entering. “Y/N…What’s going on? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all week.” You swallowed hard and darted your eyes around the room, unwilling to stare at him.
“Sorry…I’ve been busy most of the week.” You responded with the first excuse you could come up with. Yeonjun looked at you, confusion evident on his features.
“We’re always busy, that’s never stopped us from talking before.” He responded, taking a few steps toward you, lessening the gap of space between the two of you. Now you were out of lies. As you looked into his dark brown eyes, ones full of hurt and worry, you began to feel horrible for ignoring him the entire week. You had to just come clean and face the consequences.
“Okay, fine. You want the honest truth? I saw those pictures online, the pens people were saying were of you with a girl. I saw them, and I got jealous, and instead of just asking you about it, I chose to just ignore you and avoid it altogether.” You blurted out, stepping toward him slightly. You didn’t know if this was the last time you’d be seeing him. Maybe with every word, you began to damage your friendship more and more. Every blow would ultimately take its toll. However, to your surprise, Yeonjun didn’t seem to be taken aback, or shocked, ot uncomfortable with your little confession. Instead, he seemed relieved.
“So, you’re not technically mad at me? This is all because of those bogus pictures?” Now you were staring at him strangely, which he immediately took note of and laughed.
“Bogus? So, it wasn’t you?” You queried, feeling more and more foolish with each passing second. But beneath the more dominant feelings of foolishness, you had to admit that you were somewhat relieved.
“No, it wasn’t me. Besides, I already have my eyes on someone.” He mumbled the last part of his sentence. It felt like Yeonjun had your heart on strings, and with every hand hold, hug, or night spent sleeping in his arms, you continued to tug and pull your emotions in different directions. He was toying with you, and it wasn’t until now that you finally began to realize it. You glanced at him in hesitation as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.
“I can’t believe you were jealous over something that never even happened.” He whispered, a grin on his face as he peered down at you.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” You groaned, placing your forehead against his chest.
“Nope.” He chuckled, curling a finger underneath your chin and lifting your face up so he could bend down and place his lips against yours.
And to think you had spent the past year under the impression that the man leading you into your bedroom with your lips connected was just a really good friend…
{A/N: Helloooooo everyone! Lately, I've been listening to a lot of TXT, and it's gotten to the point where I had the fanfic itch. I got the idea for the story while at work, lol, so I came home and wrote it. Just something short n' sweet. No series for this, as I have to finish part two of my Yoongi fanfic before starting anything new. I also have a midterm paper to write. I've never written anything for TXT before, but I decided to add them to my masterlist, so the story will be linked there, and they now have a dedicated section! As always, requests are open. I'll probably end up doing a "As a bf" prompt for each TXT member...and I still have to finish SVT bf prompts🥸 and I should probably start Enhypen as well...ughhh so much to do lol. Those might be winter break/2026 stories.
I've also been playing around with some line dividers, so it'll be a trial-and-error type of deal for a while until I find one that I really like. This was posted on AO3 a day earlier, so if you prefer to read on there, it's available already. Anyways, you know the drill, have a wonderful day or night...I love you all and mwahhhhhh💋💋💋💋💋💋}
SYNOPSIS — returning to school after an accident that erased a year of your memories, you find yourself stepping into a life you don’t recognize. Naturally, you turn to the people around you, asking about the past year— and yet, they all seem to say the same thing: Choi Yeonjun. Your boyfriend.
⤷ genre : high school au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, amnesia
⤷ pairing : yeonjun x fem! reader
⤷ taglist : opened
⤷ status : ongoing
⤷ chapters ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺
01. dear diary I guess... // 02. leave him unbuttered!!! // 03. evil young lads I suppose... [ half written ] // 04. jealous ho // 05. I dont consent!! // 06. thinking through his ass // 07. fuck my chungus life // 08. this some fan behavior // tba...
