I have a GOOD IDEAAA OF A FANFIC!!!! (if you have time to!)
soooo a spider-man taesan and the reader like has a crush on him and has a little crush on spider-man and one day she was walking through the city late at night and she saw spider-man in a alley and she was going to go up to him but then he took off his mask and she saw who he was. and he saw her and it started to rain. and the story could be fluff and maybe with confessions at the end??? 😁😁
webbed truths . h. taesan
pairing: spiderman!taesan x reader
genre: oneshot, romance, comedy
word count: 2.12k
warnings: mentions of; a knife, & a robbery
notes — im a fein for some spiderman aus. also yall have the best ideas this was so fun to write.
you had a type. and unfortunately it was tall, funny guys, who clearly have too much confidence.
cue han taesan. your best friend since the start of university.
you met him in your chemistry class. you were lab partners and he accidentally spilt your experiment all over your notes. safe to say, you started a pretty steady friendship.
you arent sure when it happened, but you started to like him. his jokes got funnier, he got cuter and you wanted to spend more and more time with him.
"you're staring again." he says, not looking up from his notes" you scoff, "no i wasnt.." he gives you an unimpressed look. "i could feel a hole burning through my face."
"if you think im handsome, you can just say that." he spoke again, in a teasing manner.
"not everything is about you, taesan." you roll your eyes, yet you smiled anyways, a blush coating your cheeks.
"right." he chuckles, going back to your work.
on a random night, you're walking home from a late shift from work. your exhausted, but your dorm is close, so you push through.
you're so exhausted, that you barley registered when a masked man came up behind you, pulling out a knife and demanding your valuables.
you were frozen in shock, which only angered him more, he shoved the knife towards you, yelling out threats.
your shaky hands brought your purse away from your shoulder, but before you could hand it over, someone dropped between the two of you.
you let out a surprised yell, and the person knocked the robber out with a swift punch.
you blinked many times, and as your eyes adjusted, you recognized the person looming over the unconscious criminal.
"s-spiderman..?" you said in shock. "the one and only." he replied, a smirk evident in his voice. you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"um- thank you." you managed to get out. you bowed quickly and left him to take care of the mess that was the robber who laid on the floor.
"hey! are you gonna be okay alone?" he called out to you. "yeah, why wouldn't i?"
he looked to you, then the robber. "um, maybe because you just got robbed?" your mouth made an 'o' shape. "i should be. what are the odds i get robbed twice in the same night." you tried to joke, but he wasn't amused.
"let's go, i'll walk you." he started towards you. "what about him?" you glanced behind him. he sighed and shot his webs —which startled you— and tied him up to a lamp post.
"uh, i guess that works." you you blink at him, before starting towards your building.
the two of you talked together, taking you mind off the fact that you get robbed like 10 minutes ago.
he stopped at the entrance of your building, you turn to him "thank you so much." he shook his head, "it's my job, plus, i got to walk a pretty girl home." you scoff but blush nonetheless.
"thanks, spiderman." you give a grin before entering your building. you turn around one last time, but you see the spot where he stood empty.
you sigh and make your way up to your dorm.
you push the key in and as soon as you step in you hear a crash from taesans room.
you rush to see if hes alright.
"taesan?" you call before pushing his door open.
he breathes out as if he just ran a mile. "heh. hey ynie." he calls from his floor. all of the stuff on his bedside table were on the floor, and his window was open, the cold air biting at you.
"okay what did you do." you help him up, and start putting things back onto his nightstand.
he swallowed, "i was trying to open my window but i ended up slipping instead." you stare at him.
"how does that- you know what, nevermind. i dont wanna know. goodnight taesan." you shake you head as you smile.
he glances at the red and black mask onhis bed that you somehow missed. he picked it up, he had an urge to put it on for some reason, but you swung the door open again.
"oh my god taesanie, youll never guess what happened earlier-" you pause, looking at taesan before bursting into fits of laughter "um, taesan.. i never knew you were into spiderman." you giggle as you glance at the mask he was halfway done with putting on.
he clears his throat and looks away from you. "i have no clue what you mean." he says, putting it in his pocket. "awe no taesanie, put it back on!" you laugh and walk up to him as he pouts.
thank god you only thought he was some fanboy.
lately, taesan had been acting weirder than usual. disappearing mid conversation. showing up with random bruises and scrapes he brushed off with vague “gym accidents.”
and last week, he’d stopped an entire stack of falling lab equipment from hitting you with reflexes way too fast to be normal.
but even then, you didn’t put the pieces together. why would you?
taesan was your best-friend, and spiderman was a superhero. they existed in different universes.
until they didn't
the sky over the city had turned a violent grey, and you were standing in the middle of a tech expo turned chaos zone. a malfunctioning security bot had gone rogue, because of course it had, and now it was firing off bolts of electricity like it was in a video game boss fight.
you had ducked behind a display, phone clutched to your chest, your fingers texting taesan in a hurry. the robot sent a burst of energy flying towards a sign over your head, you looked up and quickly covered your head.
yet nothing came.
“miss me?” a familiar voice quipped, webbing the sign before it could fall on you.
“you really need better timing,” you called back, heart pounding, looking up at the superhero.
"you really need to be more careful." he shot back, webbing the robots hands before it can shoot more volts of electricity.
he got rounds of applause from some of the civilians who came out of hiding.
and then he was gone, zipping off like he always does.
but something nagged at you. his voice. low, warm, and just slightly teasing lingered in your head.
when you got home your phone buzzed
but reading over the message again, you froze. that line taesan texted, spiderman had said the same thing just moments earlier.
you shook your head, taesan is too clumsy to be spiderman.
you hummed a light tune, walking home from work again.
the rain fell onto your head, dampening your hair. "i need to get back before it gets worse." you muttered to yourself.
when suddenly, a flash of red out of the corner of your eye movement, sharp and sudden, cutting through the alley beside the closed bakery.
you should’ve kept walking.
but you didn't. you turned.
and there he was.
spiderman
his suit was torn along the shoulder, the red darker from blood or water, you couldn’t tell. he was crouched low, breathing heavily, and he hadn’t seen you yet.
you were going to say something, ask if he was alright. but then he pulled off his mask.
and everything stopped.
because it wasn’t just spiderman in front of you.
it was taesan.
his hair stuck to his forehead in messy curls. his jaw clenched as he exhaled, like the act of breathing hurt.
you made a small sound. unintentional. barely louder than the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
but he heard it.
he looked up.
you saw the moment it hit him. his eyes widened. he went still.
"yn..?” he said, voice hoarse.
you didn’t move. couldn’t. silence filled the alley like fog.
“i-” you tried, but your throat tightened. you swallowed and spoke again. “i didn’t mean to—i wasn’t following you or anything, I just-"
“i know,” he said quickly. he straightened, wincing a little, hands still holding the mask at his side. “i know. you’re not—this is just… really bad timing.”
you took a step closer, your shoes splashing slightly in the puddles. you hadn't realized it started pouring rain.
“you’ve been spiderman this whole time,” you said quietly. “and you didn’t tell me.”
he looked away. “i couldn’t.”
“i get it,” you said. and you did. maybe not completely, but enough. “…it kind of explains everything.”
he glanced back at you. “everything?”
you nodded slowly. “the bruises. the disappearances. why you never let me walk home alone, even when you were ’just passing by.’”
taesan rubbed the back of his neck. “i thought i was being subtle.”
“you were. until now.”
you both stayed quiet. staring at each other, unmoving.
finally, he said, quieter than before, “you can forget what you saw.” you blinked. “why would i do that?”
“because if you don’t,” he said, and now he looked at you like he wasn’t wearing any kind of armor, “it changes things. you’ll worry. you’ll look at me different.”
“i’m already looking at you different.”
He flinched slightly.
“i don’t mean that in a bad way,” you added quickly. “just… i guess i’ve always thought you were kind of brave. but i didn’t know how brave.”
he didn’t say anything.
you folded your arms across your chest, trying to steady yourself.
“did you ever think about telling me?” taesan hesitated. “every day.”
“then why didn’t you?”
he met your eyes.
“because you’re the only thing that feels normal. if you knew… i didn’t want you to look at me like everyone else does. like i'm something you need to worry about."
your breathing stuttered.
he looked down. “i didn’t want to lose the way you see me.”
you took another step forward. close enough now that you could see the small cut on his lip, the rise and fall of his chest.
“i don’t see you differently,” you said, softer now. “i just… understand more.”
silence again. the sound of rain filled the cracks between words.
"you know, i used to think spiderman was pretty cool."
taesan’s head snapped up.
you smiled a little, “i mean, who wouldn't? mysterious vigilante, saves the city, cool voice—"
“cool voice?” he repeated, eyebrows raising. "is that all you got from that?" you scoff at him. "yup." he laughed “you modulate it, don’t lie.”
“…okay, maybe.”
the tiniest laugh passed between you. It settled the air a little.
you hadn't realized he stood up until he stepped closer. rainwater pooled around your shoes. you didn’t back away.
“i should’ve told you,” he said quietly, barely audible beneath the sound of rain hitting pavement. “i wanted to. so many times.”
you nodded in understanding.
he exhaled, bitter at himself. “i thought I was protecting you.”
“you were hiding from me.”
he winced at your words, and for a second, you wished you hadn’t said them. but you didn’t take them back. because they were true.
“i used to think you didn’t let me in because you didn’t care enough.” You paused. “now I know it’s because you cared too much.”
“and you?” he asked, carefully. “how much do you care?”
you smiled, not because it was easy, but because it was hard.
“i don’t have a number for it. but i’ve been scared for a long time. of losing you. of never getting the chance to say something before it’s too late.”
He looked down again, water dripping from his hair. “this life… it’s dangerous. Every time i suit up, i think 'what if this is the day it catches up to me?'”
your voice was soft. “then let me be someone you come back to. not someone you keep out.”
he stared at you, really stared, like he couldn’t quite believe you were still standing there, offering this. Offering him something steady, when everything else was falling apart.
“i’m not asking to be part of the danger,” you said. “just… don’t shut me out of the person you are when the mask goes on, or comes off.”
a pause.
then, barely louder than the rain:
“i love you.”
your breath hitched.
taesan’s eyes didn’t leave yours.
“i think i have for a while,” he said. “and i’ve been scared every day. of what this means. of not coming back. but the thing i’m most scared of… is never telling you.”
something broke open in your chest. and slowly, you reached for him. he leaned down, forehead brushing yours.
you smiled and kissed him.
there, under the falling rain, with the city glowing behind you, like it had been waiting for this moment too.
You show up at his door holding the carcass of a once-thriving cactus. “Emergency,” you say flatly, holding up the cactus in embarrassment.
Leehan blinks at you. He’s wearing a faded gray hoodie and round glasses that slide down his nose just enough to make him look like he walked out of a drama. His hands are dirt-streaked—probably mid-repotting something when you knocked.
He looks down at the limp cactus in your pot. One side has deflated like a balloon. A chunk of the dirt is missing. You think it fell off your windowsill last night, but you weren’t emotionally ready to acknowledge that.
“…That’s a cactus,” he says finally.
You nod solemnly. “Was.”
He sighs, holding the pot like it’s a patient on life support. “You overwatered it again, didn’t you?”
“Is that a judgment I hear in your voice, Mr. Donghyun?”
“No, just… concern,” he mutters, stepping aside to let you in. “Come on. Let’s see if I can salvage him.”
His apartment smells like earth with a hint of citrus. Plants are everywhere, lined on windowsills, hanging in woven macramé nests, crowding the table. You half-expect one to say hello.
Leehan sets the cactus down on his counter like it’s fragile, then begins gently brushing off the soil.
You hover awkwardly near the door, not wanting to ruin the very specific aura of his space. Eventually, he glances over his shoulder.
“You can sit down, you know.”
You perch on the stool by his kitchen island. “Do all your neighbors come to you with plant corpses, or am I just special?”
“You’re the only one who’s managed to kill three succulents in one month,” he says without looking up. “it's kind of impressive, honestly.”
“Why thank you. I’m honored.”
That earns a small smile from him, the kind that barely lifts the corners of his mouth but stays longer than it should.
You start coming over more after that. Not just for cactus resurrections, though those still happen (RIP Gregory 2.0, gone too soon).
Sometimes it’s because you saw a leaf turning yellow and panicked. Other times it’s because you don’t trust Google’s plant advice anymore. A few times, you show up with no excuse at all.
Leehan never complains.
He teaches you things without making you feel stupid, how to check root rot, how to mist properly, what perlite is (you thought it was a Pokémon at first).
You watch his hands as he works—deliberate and gentle, like he’s afraid the plants might flinch.
One afternoon, you arrive with a wide, shallow pot in hand and a sheepish grin.
“I tried something new,” you announce. “Attempted propagation. May or may not have Googled ‘can you grow a plant from a leaf that’s already half-dead.’”
He raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyway.
You place the pot on his table. Inside is a very unimpressive sprout. It’s leaning sideways, confused about its place in the world.
Leehan crouches beside it like it’s a child’s science project. “What’s his name?”
“Leahn.”
His eyes flick up. “Le..ahn?”
“Short for… Leaf-han.”
He stares at you.
You hold your ground for three seconds before cracking. “Okay fine. It’s literally just you. I named it after you.”
For a terrifying moment, he says nothing. Just blinks, long and slow.
Then softly: “You named a plant after me.”
You cross your arms. “Well, yeah. I figured if I can’t grow plants for myself, maybe I’m better at growing things for you.”
There’s a pause.
And then, impossibly, he blushes.
Not the dramatic anime blush, but something real and quiet, his eyes dart away, his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile too wide. He adjusts his glasses unnecessarily. You catch him looking back at you twice in the next ten seconds.
“…Thank you,” he says finally, voice low. “I’ll take care of him.”
You nod, suddenly shy. “You take care of everything, don’t you?”
Leehan doesn’t answer right away.
Instead, he reaches out and gently brushes a bit of dirt off your wrist. His fingers linger a little longer than necessary.
“Not everything,” he says. “But I’m trying.”
That night, he sends you a photo.
It’s Leahn, newly repotted, sitting on his windowsill next to a handwritten tag: Leaf-han
you’d barely had time to settle before riwoo dragged you toward the water with a “let’s leave before they bury us again.”
you laughed, glancing back to see leehan and jaehyun teaming up against taesan with an alarming amount of sunscreen.
“i’m gonna smell like a fruit salad by the time they’re done!” he called, meeting your eyes with a playful look that lingered for just a second too long. your heart skipped, but you looked away.
you were used to this; the little glances, the harmless teasing. you and taesan had always been… close. flirty, sure, but in that safe way where nothing had to be said and everything could still feel like something.
but lately, something had shifted.
he’d get quieter around you. he wouldn’t meet your eyes when you joked. he’d breathe like he wanted to say something else.
and you hated how it made your chest tight.
about an hour later, the group had spread out along the sand. some were drying off, some still chasing waves, and you had wandered off to sit on a blanket near the dunes with jaehyun.
he flopped down beside you, handing you a half-melted icecream cone. “you good?”
you gave him a side glance. “yeah, why?”
“you’ve been quiet. like you’re thinking too hard.” you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t deny it.
jaehyun studied you for a second. “it’s taesan, isn’t it?” you stiffened. “why would you think that?” he grinned. “because i’ve known you both since before either of you knew how to use chopsticks properly. and because he’s also been weird today.”
you blinked. “…he has?”
“totally. he disappeared like twenty minutes ago to go ‘get water’ and has been standing alone at the rocks ever since. classic guy-in-his-feelings behavior. if you ask me.”
you glanced toward the end of the beach, where the light caught on the water pooling around the tide rocks, he was talking to woonhak, yet he looked so mesmerizing.
“should i…?”
jaehyun shrugged. “depends. do you want him to say something first? or do you want to keep doing this awkward slow dance where you both pretend your hearts don’t short-circuit around each other?”
you muttered something about minding his business, but your cheeks were warm.
meanwhile, not far from the rocks, taesan was standing alone, watching the tide pull in, hands in his damp pockets. woonhak wandered over eventually, holding a towel over his head like a cape.
“what are you brooding about?” he asked casually. "i don't brood" taesan pursed his lips, but never denied.
woonhak hopped down beside him on the rocks, kicking at a rock. “let me guess. you like name, you’re afraid to say it, and now you’re hoping the ocean will give you a sign.”
taesan blinked. “how—?” woonhak scoffed light-heartedly “i literally saw you staring at her for five minutes while she ate that icecream like it was a life-changing experience.” taesan groaned, throwing his head back. “it’s not that simple.”
“it kinda is,” woonhak said. “you like her. she likes you. everyone knows it but you two. so what’s the hold-up?”
taesan hesitated. “it’s just… what if i ruin it? what if i say something and everything shifts, and suddenly we’re not her and me anymore—we’re strangers who tried something?”
woonhak shrugged. “or you could say nothing and regret it the whole ride home.”
that shut him up.
the salty breeze teased your hair as the golden hour settled over the beach, casting warm hues across the sky. it was the kind of sunset that melted into the ocean, painting the waves in soft pinks and oranges.
you stood at the edge of the water, letting the tide wash over your feet, eyes trailing the horizon. It was peaceful here, the kind of calm that only came just before nightfall.
you didn't notice taesan approach until you felt the lightest splash on your leg.
you turned, and there he was, droplets of water dripping from his hair, eyes shining like the sky behind him.
"you’re just standing there like a dream," he teased, voice low and warm. "come in."
you shook your head, grinning. "i already got dunked like three times. i’m enjoying the view now." taesan tilted his head, playful. "i’ll give you a better view."
before you could react, he swept you off your feet — literally. you shrieked as he carried you deeper into the water, both of you laughing uncontrollably.
"taesan! don’t you dare—!"
too late. with a gentle but mischievous glint in his eyes, he lowered you into the water, just enough to soak your legs. then he let go and you splashed right down.
you popped up, gasping, hair a mess, eyes wide. "you're gonna pay for that!"
and with that, war began. you splashed him. he splashed harder. you tried to run, but he caught you, arms wrapping around your waist as the two of you tumbled into the shallow waves again, laughing like kids.
you looked up at him, close now, breathless, soaked, and smiling like he’d never stop. the laughter quieted. the waves rolled around your legs. taesan's gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer than usual.
"name…" he said softly, brushing a wet strand of hair from your cheek. “i’ve been meaning to say something.”
your heart thudded. “yeah?” you whispered.
“i like you. i really like you. and i don’t want to keep pretending it’s just teasing or jokes. i want it to be real.”
your throat tightened, the warmth blooming in your chest.
“you’re an idiot.” his face fell slightly. you giggled. “because I’ve been waiting for you to say that. i like you too, taesan."
he laughed, pulling you in gently. his arms wrapped around your waist again, holding you there, steady in the rising tide.
the sky behind him blazed with the last light of the day, the stars just beginning to peek out.
and with the sound of waves and the shimmer of sunset between you, he leaned down, slow and sure, brushing his lips softly against yours.
the kiss was warm. salty from the sea. sweet like summer.
and perfect.
until;
“we aren't gonna pretend like we didn't see that!” sungho shouted. woonhak cheered, "my work here is done." he dusted off his shoulders, making you scoff. you laughed against taesan’s shoulder, arms still wrapped around his waist.
“they’re never gonna let us live this down,” you whispered.
taesan squeezed your hand. “let them. we’ve got better things to worry about.” and as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in promises, he kissed you again—this time without hesitation.
little idea but what if woonhak and reader have a lot in common and yk theyve been together for a while and suddenly they both finally are comfortable with each others bareface yk like no makeup and he realizes that reader has EXTREMELY thin eyebrows like him?? and then hes even clingier than usual and just keeps on telling reader how beautiful they are and its so cute and lovely THANK YEEEWW😛😛😛
browmates. k. woonhak
pairing: idol!woonhak x gn!reader
genre: oneshot, fluff, crack
wordcount: 795
notes — yall are tewww silly😭 i was cheesing the whole time writing this🥹🤭💗 not proofread!
you and woonhak had been dating for eight months now.
which technically meant like 8 years, but who was really counting?
you've cried in front if eachother after watching gut-wrenching dramas, he’s facetimed you from the bathroom while brushing his teeth.
you've had a full argument over the ethics of pineapple on pizza. (which ended in a draw and a half-and-half order.)
but today?
today was a new level of intimacy.
today was the day you both went fully barefaced for the first time. and not like, “i just took my eyeliner off but I’m still wearing tinted lip balm and concealer” barefaced.
not even that
eyebrows wiped. skin glowing.
you had gone over to woonhaks after swearing his members werent there.
you loved them! but sometimes they were a bit much.
plus, woonhak got jealous everytime you hung out with them more
you thought, 'hey, if he’s doing it, should too.'
so you washed off your face. every last speck of product. and you walked out of the bathroom.
woonhak laid comfortable on his bed, legs sprawled everywhere, he looked up at tou and stopped mid chew.
a pause.
a blink.
then came the noise
“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE—” woonhak shrieked, nearly dropping the can of pringles he was holding like it had burned him.
you screamed as he frightened you. "what? what happened?!" you looked around, but he never answered.
"ugh, do i have toothpaste on my shirt again?" “no.” he pointed a dramatic, trembling finger. “your eyebrows.”
you frowned. "what about them?"
“they’re..” he gasped, looking genuinely shaken, “they’re so THIN.”
"hey- so are yours!" you pointed an accusing finger at his face. "exactly!" he snapped, startling you.
“we’re brow twins. browmates!”
you blinked at him. “you’re being weird." you pouted, walking towards the bed, but he stopped you.
“no. no, i'm being right. look at this!” he dragged you to the bathroom mirror, the two of you standing side by side under the harsh light.
and sure enough.
your eyebrows. his eyebrows.
two barely visible, innocent little commas.
like twin baby slugs. delicate. soft. faint.
woonhak turned to you with wide eyes and a dopey smile. “wah- i can’t believe this. all this time.. i thought i was the only one.”
“you’re acting like this is some kind of secret cult,” you said, deadpan.
“it is. and you’re my co-leader now,” he sniffled. “you understand me on a deeper level than anyone else ever could.”
you let your forehead thunk gently against his chest. “woonhak…”
but he was already on one knee.
“please,” he said, clasping your hands, “say you’ll do couples eyebrow tinting with me. we could be… visible. together.”
you laughed so hard you snorted. “you’re ridiculous.”
he tugged you down onto the bathroom floor, hugging you tight around the waist like a koala.
“i’m serious,” he mumbled against your shirt. “you’re so beautiful. even more beautiful now. i love you.”
“you love my eyebrows.”
“i love all of you,” he said, eyes twinkling. “even the microscopic parts.”
you squished his cheeks. “you’re clingier than usual today.”
“because now i know your deepest secret,” he said solemnly. “now i must protect you. and our microscopic brows. forever.”
you rolled your eyes, but smiled, threading your fingers through his damp hair.
“you’re lucky i love you,” you whispered.
he beamed. “lucky? babe, i'm blessed.”
and then he kissed you on the forehead right between the brows like it was the holiest of rituals.
the two of you walked back to his room, just as the front door opened. jaehyun walked in wide-dyed and frantic. "i heard screaming from the lower dorm, is everything okay?"
there was a moment of silence. a long, heavy pause. as he started at the two of you
then jaehyun squinted.
“why do you both look like boiled eggs?”
you groaned. woonhak immediately covered your face with his hands like a scandalized victorian wife. “don't look! names shy.”
"hey! thats all you, mr.thin brow worshiper!"
jaehyun raised an eyebrow. a very thick one. “did y’all just wax or…”
“IT’S GENETIC,” Woonhak wailed.
“we just have delicate brows, leave us alone,” you muttered, snuggling into woonhak’s side.
jaehyun stifled a grin. “no, no, this is cute. very wholesome. two little eyebrow noodles in love.”
“i’m telling the boys” he laughrd, and vanished into the kitchen, probably grabbing some snacks since he was already upstairs.
you sighed, your face burning. “we’re never living this down.”
woonhak turned to you, eyes full of stars. “he can laugh all he wants. no one will understand our love. our struggle. our lack of visible facial expression.”
you snorted again.
“and besides,” he added, leaning in to kiss the center of your forehead, “you’re the most beautiful boiled egg I’ve ever seen.”
synopsis — you’re a second year music major, mostly quiet, mostly normal.. except for the fact that you’re mildly (majorly) obsessed with Riwoo’s spotify. he’s in your class, but you’ve never talked, and yet — you’ve been following his public playlists for months like it’s a religion.
or !
wherein you and riwoo flirt with each other via spotify playlist.
pairing: music major!riwoo x music major!fem reader
featuring: yunjin, beomgyu, moka, boynextdoor
genres: smau/written, non idol au, uni au, fluff, crack
content: swearing, kys/kms jokes, mentions of dying, threats, insults & more (lmk if i missed any)
status: ongoing • started; 05.05.25
taglist: open, comment to be added!
note — i havent planned out the chapters too musch, but ill try to have a chapter out weekly! reblogs, likes & comments are appreciated!
synopsis — everyone’s born with a countdown timer for when they meet their soulmate. yours hits zero in the middle of a boring school day.
pairing: nonidol!woonhak x fem!reader, highschool au, half smau half written
genre: one-shot, comedy, fluff
warnings: none!
wc; 470
notes — not proof-read! reader face placeholder as asa (babymonster) , mentioned idols; boynextdoor, wonhee (illit) eunchae (lesserafim) sakuya (nct wish)
you always thought meeting your soulmate would be this dramatic display with fireworks and the cheesy 'stare into each-others eyes' segment. or maybe your heart would skip a beat, and the world would tilt a little.
well, safe to say the world did tilt, just not in the way you would've expected.
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you groaned, eyes squinting up at the culprit. "i am SO-SO SORRY!" he started off before she could get a word in, "my brakes weren't working and-" you cut him off before he could continue spewing nonsense.
"it's you.." you muttered, staring at the 'tattoo' on your wrist that previously showed a random time, which now read '00:00:00'. it burned with a stinging sensation as it flashed multiple zeros.
"yes, i know i was the one that hit you but-" woonhak continued, kinda annoyed. he was obviously apologizing!
honestly how stupid was he? could he not feel this burning feeling on his arm?
"no- i mean-" you were cut off when your brother, taesan, came running from around the corner. "are you okay?" he glanced at your slightly disheveled person,
he helped you to your feet, making you lean on him. "woonhak you are so dead later." he glared at his younger friend who gulped.
"once again i'm sorry!" he bowed at a 90 degree angle as the siblings walked away.
"you idiot-" he started, hitting the back of your head. "ow! i was the one that got hit!" you shoved him, momentarily forgetting about the soulmate situation as your older brother dragged you off to the nurses office.
the two of you sat on the swings of some empty park. "so.." you started "should we address the elephant in the room?" you bit your lip awkwardly.
woonhak cleared his throat, rolling up his sleeve, as you did the same. "i never thought i would meet my soulmate via bike crash." you scoffed lightly.
"hey! for how long will you bring that up?" he whined, you laughed at him.
"just teasing!" you giggled, "what should we do?" you asked, your smile slowly falling.
"let's just go slow, theres no need to rush into things" he started, "well figure things out together." he looked at you.
"together." you repeated with a smile.
a few months later
the two of you walked hand in hand, wandering around the school, your feet taking you anywhere.
you stop at a familiar spot. "oh hey, do you remember this place?" you glanced at woonhak, who sighed. "yes, I hit you here.." he playfully rolled his eyes.
"you know.. maybe getting hit wasn't all that bad." you gave a cheeky grin as he complained "you dragged it on for a while year just to say that now?" he whined.
"If it means i get to spend forever with you."
"how cheesy." he complained, but he blushed nevertheless.
Okay hear me out college au taesan who goes to school for music and gets partnered of with reader to make their own song. Like he’s a little shy and introverted but then sees readers passion for music that he falls for her and it like he’s continuously only able to come of with lyrics for a love song as they get to know other more. He tries to hide it but seeing someone LVOE music like him gets him down bad and there’s a huge confession from being jealous but it’s like poetic and just cutsey
Omg sorry this is so much:’)
between the lines. k. woonhak
pairing: musicmajor!taesan x musicmajor!reader
genre: oneshot, romance
wordcount: 1.705k
notes — nothing is ever too much this is so cute i hope its what you wanted🥹💗
taesan didnt do well with group projects. he liked quiet, and group work was the opposite.
so when he heard this project worth most if his mark was a group project, being mad would be an understatement.
the professor clapped his hands, gaining the attention of the students who chatted excitedly. "this final project will be a composition between you and your partner. pairing are on the screen. also, you get extra marks if you preform the song at the end of the year festival."
you blinked at the screen then looked around, han dongmin, who didn't know him? he was known for his amazing composing skills.
you walked towards him after finding him through the chaos of the class. "han dongmin right? im name." you gave a smile and a small nod.
"right, it's nice to meet you."
you met in the music room the next day. taesan brought his guitar, and you brought your mini keyboard.
"so what vibe are we thinking" you asked, glancing at him. "mh, i'm not sure. i tend to give for more mellow vibes."
"let's find a middle. we can find something together." you smiled.
we. he liked the sound of that
he strummed random strings, trying to find the right melody. "wait! play that again." you looked up with stars in your eyes. he raised an eyebrow but nevertheless played it.
you clapped like you win the lottery and write something down and then hummed a melody, whispered some lyrics, and thats when taesan knew it,
he was done for.
a few weeks later, taesan was stumped. the project was going good—great if anything. but he kept writing lines, and they started to look familiar, like they were about you.
"i met a girl with stars behind her eyes she sings like she’s chasing the sky and i can’t write a song that doesn’t sound like loving her"
he couldn’t use them. obviously.
but every time you laughed over a dumb harmony or leaned in to fix his timing, he felt another lyric bloom in his chest.
you weren’t even doing anything. you were just.. being passionate. earnest. alive with music.
and taesan was absolutely, totally down bad.
taesan wasnt the jealous type. if anything, seeing other people get stuff is motivation for him to keep pushing.
but today was different. but it started like any other;
you sprawled on the floor, notebook hovering over your face as your tongue poked out of your mouth in focus
he smiled before you even saw him.
“morning,” you chirped. “i brought snacks.”
he sat beside you, accepted a pouch of dried mango you offered, and began tuning his guitar while you rambled about tempo and bridge transitions.
you both knew the demo deadline was coming up. but still, there was no rush. you liked to linger.
until the knock.
the door swung open mid-harmony. taesan’s fingers stilled on the strings.
“hey,” said minho, leaning against the frame like he owned the building. “heard you were in here, name”
you brightened. “hey! what are you doing on this floor?”
“jazz room got booked, thought i’d come snoop. that song you played last showcase, it was sick. you working on something new?”
“actually, yeah. this duet project with taesan,” you said, nudging him gently with your shoulder.
minho glanced over, boredly, and nodded once. “cool. you guys sound good.”
taesan managed a small, polite smile.
“wanna hang sometime?” minhi added. “i've got this beat that i need help on.”
you laughed, warm and casual. “sure, i'm down. text me?”
“bet.”
and just as quick as he came, he was gone, but the air didn’t go back to normal.
not for taesan.
he strummed a few bars quietly, but his thoughts were racing ahead of his fingers.
he knew it was stupid.
he knew you weren’t his. that you could hang out with anyone. that minho wasn’t doing anything wrong.
but something about the way your smile lingered. the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you said “text me” like it was nothing.
taesan wasn’t used to jealousy. it didn’t sit neatly inside him. it scratched.
“you okay?” you asked after a few minutes, when he missed a beat for the third time.
“yeah.”
“you’re playing faster.”
he paused. “sorry.” you tilted your head. “wanna take a break?”
“no,” he said too quickly. “i’m fine.”
but you weren’t convinced. you set your laptop down, fully turned toward him.
“did i do something?”
taesan’s head snapped up. “what? no, why would you think that?”
“you’re… closed off today.” your voice was quiet. he winced. “It’s not you.” you were silent for a beat. then you said, gently, “then what is it?”
he hated how visible he must’ve looked, but he couldn’t lie, either, not when you asked like that.
"it's stupid." he shrugged it off. "dongmin, nothing is ever stupid, trust me." you spoke, putting a hand over his.
he sighed and spoke, almost too softly “sometimes i think i care more than i’m supposed to.”
You blinked. “about the project?”
“no,” he said, “i don’t know how to explain it. i hear your voice in my sleep. i see your lyrics in my head before i fall asleep. and every time you talk about music like it’s your first love, I just, I want to be part of that. not because of the project. not even because of the music.”
you were staring now. carefully, like he was a puzzle unraveling right in front of you.
taesan looked down, thumb tapping anxiously on his guitar’s body.
“i guess it messed me up a little,” he muttered, “hearing you say yes to minho. like your writing just belonged anywhere. like, it didn’t mean anything special here.”
the silence that followed was weighted, heavy with realization.
you stood up, walked over, and sat down beside him.
“i said yes because i like music,” you said. “but i never said i liked writing with him. when I write with you,” you said, “it feels like the song already knows us.”
and taesan, he didn’t say anything.
he just nodded. held your words in his chest like the ending of a song he hadn’t dared to write yet.
and this time, when he played the next chord it rang clear
"also, call me taesan, okay?" you smiled brightly and nodded at him.
the campus had never looked like this before.
string lights draped across trees. a makeshift stage stood at the far end of the lawn, speakers crackling with nervous energy.
seniors milled around in denim jackets and club hoodies, eyes lit with relief and bittersweet excitement.
you stood behind the curtain with taesan, nerves curling inside your stomach.
the two of you were up next. your original duet. final project. last performance of the year.
and somehow, your last moment to say everything that had been left unsaid.
“you okay?” you asked quietly, adjusting your mic.
taesan nodded, then stopped. “kind of.”
you smiled. “same.”
but then you noticed him looking past you.
you turned, and saw minho, standing off to the side near the sound table, chatting with some other jazz majors.
his eyes flicked briefly to you, and he sent you a casual thumbs-up.
you returned a polite smile. it wasn’t a big deal.
but when you looked back, taesan was already turning away.
you reached out before you could stop yourself, your fingers brushing his sleeve.
“hey.”
he looked at you. something in his eyes felt a little further away than usual.
you lowered your voice. “you're going quiet again."
“i'm fine.”
“that's not what I asked.”
he hesitated.
“do you think i'm forgettable?” you blinked "what?”
“in a room like this,” he continued, gesturing at the stage, the crowd, the buzz of competition, “with everyone chasing the next big thing, do you think i'd stand out to you if we hadn’t been paired up?”
you stared at him. “taesan…” but the emcee called your names. you swallowed the lump in your throat and you stepped onstage together.
the lights were warm.
the lawn had gone still.
and when the intro chords began, the ones you’d spent weeks layering, reworking, shaping like clay, taesan kept his eyes down.
you sang the first verse.
and when he joined you in harmony, it felt different.
like he wasn’t singing with you anymore. like he was singing to you.
then the bridge came.
the part that was never in the original. the part he added at the very last minute. he hadn’t shown you the new lyrics. he just said “trust me.”
and now, in front of everyone, his voice broke the quiet:
“i wrote you in metaphors and hid you in rhymes but no lyric fits right if you’re not between the lines”
you froze, but continued to play the keys.
“you were a chorus before i could name you a melody i was too scared to keep but i memorized your voice like scripture and dreamt of you in every beat.”
you turned to him, fully now.
he looked at you finally and everything that had been simmering for the past few months poured out through his eyes.
“this song was always about you.”
gasps echoed in the audience. but all you could hear was your own heartbeat.
he walked towards you, the background music playing and you stared at him.
and before either of you could overthink it, you closed the space between you and kissed him.
right there on stage. amid the applause, the lights, and the hum of your shared harmony still echoing in the air.
after the stage cleared and the festival turned to night, you and taesan sat beneath one of the trees with his guitar resting between you.
“i cant believe you really rewrote the bridge and didn’t show me,” you teased.
“i was hoping u wouldn’t chicken out,” he said. “i almost did.”
you leaned on his shoulder. “it was the best line you’ve ever written.”
“i meant every word.”
“i know.”
and in the distance, crowds chatting loudly amongst themselves, but it was just noise now.
because the noise that mattered was still playing, quiet and finished , in both your hearts.
synopsis — you needed the money, he needed the distraction. neither of you expected ti meet someone who'd turn a summer into something you'd remember forever.
pairing: trainee!woonhak x part-time worker!reader
genre: one-shot, comedy, almost lovers, slight angst
warnings: none!
wc; 1.25k
notes — this is my first ever post! pls lmk what i can improve on, and what you liked!🩷
The 'NOW HIRING' sign had been crooked when you first found it—half hanging off the glass door of the neighborhood convenience store, mostly-faded and barely legible.
Still, it was close, the pay was.. fine, and the manager didn’t ask too many questions. So, like any smart person; you took it.
By day three, you’d mastered the register, memorized the aisle layouts, and stopped noticing the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.
You were restocking cup ramen when you heard the jingle of the doorbell. “Hi,” a voice said, bright, and just a little out of breath. “I’m here for the part-time shift?” The boy said with uncertainty.
You turned, and there he was. A boy with soft brown eyes, a little messy from the wind, holding a poorly written name tag in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other. He looked.. effortlessly comfortable. Like he’d never rushed a day in his life.
The manager waved him in from behind the counter. “Perfect timing. You’ll be working the evening shift with name.” You blinked. “Sorry, what?” The boy turned to you with a cheeky grin. “Guess we’re coworkers now.”
You frowned. “You’re late.”
He took a bite of his banana, unfazed. “I’m early for tomorrow.”
You scoffed lightly and rolled your eyes. He just laughed and stuck out a hand which you reluctantly shook. “I’m Woonhak.”
Despite the rocky start, the shift passed quicker than usual.
By the second week, you stopped keeping count of Woonhak’s mistakes. He was the chaos to your calm, and you collided perfectly.
He stacked the gum in rainbow order, something about “aesthetics,” he said, and gave kids free candies without asking. You should’ve been annoyed, but the truth was, the store felt less like a job and more like.. something else when he was around.
He started walking closer to you, shoulder brushing yours when you both squeezed into the narrow storage room. His hands brushed against yours when you restocked the shelves. He learned your snack preferences, your playlist, your favourite TV shows.
And he remembered all of it.
As you flipped the sign ‘closed’ Woonhak came up behind you, two slushies leftover from the last batch. You looked into the cup. Cherry, your favourite.
“One for you,” he started, handing you the cup with noticeably less in it, “and one for your favourite coworker.” he grinned.
You pursed your lips, “I don’t have a favourite.” You said lowly, taking the cup anyway. You sat on the curb, slushies in hand sitting side by side. “You know, I think this is gonna be a great summer.
You looked at him, the way the glow of the sunset highlighted his features. The way his dopey smile never wavered.
Something told you he might be right.
You didn’t know when it started, not that you cared, you just hoped that it never ended. You’d both work the evening shift, then sit on the curb afterward with cherry slushies, watching the sky melt into navy.
And slowly, things shifted.
It became a routine:
Work. Slushies. Talks. Repeat.
Sometimes, he’d bring his sketchbook. He wasn’t great at drawing, but he’d sit beside you on the curb, legs stretched out, sketching the scene regardless.
“What’re you drawing?” you asked, sipping your slushie. “The store,” he said, then paused. “And whatever’s sitting next to it.”
You blinked. “You mean me?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
You didn’t push him. But after that, you started noticing the way he looked at you when you weren’t looking.
Like he was memorizing.
The first time someone asked if you and Woonhak were dating, you choked on the air.
You were doing your usual late-night slushie talks. Mrs. Lee, the old lady down the street walked towards the store and smiled. “What a lovely pair you two are. Are you two together, name?”
Woonhak just grinned. “She wishes.” Ms. Lee laughed and waved the two of you off.
You smacked his arm, but your face felt hot for the rest of the shift.
In the middle of July, the old air-con finally gave out, and Woonhak convinced the two of you to finish early and sit outside.
Your signature slushies in hand, you sipped quietly, this time, with a noticible heavyness in the air.
“You okay? You’re quieter than normal.” He teased, but you just gave a sad smile. You looked at him with sad eyes, “I talked to Manager-nim today, he said you’re leaving soon.” You started, noticing the way his face changed.
“He said that it’s not a ‘maybe’ anymore, and that its serious this time.” He looked down, not trusting himself to look at you.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, they called me back. I’ll be debuting soon.” He looked at you.
“Were you not gonna tell me? Were you just gonna leave?” You suddenly said. “I was, I just didn’t trust myself not to mess anything up. Please, don’t be mad, name.”
You shook your head, “I’m not, I just wanted to pretend. Pretend that for just for a little longer you’d stay, just for my selfish reasons.”
He didn’t answer. So you spoke, for the both of you.
“I’m happy for you, I really am. You’ve been wanting this.”
“But I still want this.”
You looked at him, but he didn’t meet your gaze.
“But?” You pushed.
“I didn’t expect to meet you.” You blinked. It’s like the world went still. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He laughed bitterly, “Of all the summers, and the dumb jobs, why’d it have to be this one.”
There was a thick silence between the two of you.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You asked. “What would it have changed?”
“It would’ve made me not get attached.”
This time, nobody said anything. The words seemed to have said it all. Lingering bitterly in the air.
Woonhak’s last day came all too soon.
He didn’t joke as much. He stocked the shelves normally, cleaned the washrooms without complaint, and put the gum in it’s normal places.
You pretened you didn’t notice. That you didn’t care. But you could only fool yourself so much.
You locked the doors, and flipped the sign ‘closed.’ And there he was. Two cherry slushies, one filled larger than the other, per usual.
He gave you the bigger one this time.
“That's new.” You mumbled, taking a seat on you usual spot on the curb.
“You always finish yours before me." he started, "Thought I’d be nice today.” He joked lightly.
For a long time, the two of you were quiet. Silently sipping your drinks as your shoulders touched every now and then.
He suddenly spoke up, breaking the thick silence. “I wanted to stay,” he started, “I still want to.” He clarified.
“But you wont.” Woonhak nodded in agreeance, “I can’t.”
You licked your lips.
“Then go.” You spoke in a whisper, like it hurt to talk any higher.
He grabbed your hand, shakily, but still, nonetheless. He leaned forward, resting his forhead against yours. “I’m scared I’ll forget what this feels like.” He confessed. “I wont let you.” You chuckled softly.
He pulled back, too soon in your opinion.
He stared at you, and you stared back. There were so many unspoken words, one that you could’ve replied to, yet all he did was smile.
“I’ll see you soon, name.” He said, standing up as he grabbed his backpack. He didn’t wait for a reply, he couldn’t.
The next shift, you found a sticky note on a packet of candy you loved.
“Thanks for the summer.
—W”
— note; how was it?🥹 my babies r so cute, i rlly wanna write a pt2 but idk.. dont forget to like, reblog and leave a comment! 🩷
