❪ 私たちの春 ❫ fluff est. rs yongseung x f!reader 670 cw ノ no warnings 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ the idea of this yongseung makes me so delusional why can't he be mine...... hes so perfect........ / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Yongseung knows that you think he's going to propose on this trip. Your suspicion is correct, of course. He has learned to always be wary of your insanely good intuition. But he really wants this to be a surprise for you, which is why he's still denying it straight to your face.
"Are you sure you don't have a ring?" you ask him again. It's already the third time that question has left your lips during this breakfast.
Everything has been nice on this trip so far. Bali is the perfect destination, whether or not you're going to be engaged by the end of the trip (which you're still 99% sure you will be.) The beach is gorgeous and there are endless activities and amenities to keep your entertained and relaxed. Since you got here, you haven't had a single worry in your head, which is exactly what Yongseung was hoping to accomplish. He wants everything to be perfect for you, especially on a trip this important.
It's just you and him vacationing for a whole week together, which is what you like best about it. You've always wanted to take a trip with just him. In your three years together, this is the first opportunity you've had. So, in many ways, you've been waiting for this just as long as Yongseung has, even if you're not the one who has been planning a proposal for months in secret.
"I don't! I haven't found the right one yet," Yongseung swears yet again. It's a bold-faced lie, and he has to keep himself from smiling nervously at the way you're looking at him. The ring is still safely stowed away in his backpack, hidden very carefully amidst his things that he knows you would never look for. There's no way you found it, right…?
You cross your arms and lean back in your chair, staring at your boyfriend like you're trying to decipher some secret code. After a moment, you lean forward again, voice quiet and slow as if you're trying to make sure no one else hears.
"Did you order it while that store was having their Winter discount? Because I swear if you spent more than you had to on my engagement ring I might just say no."
Yongseung tries not to choke, because yes, he did order it during that perfectly timed Winter sale. He knows you would have chewed him out for spending too much on you, and while he's the first to oppose that mindset, he respects your need for frugality. He doesn't have the budget to drop five figures on a ring, anyway, much as he thinks you definitely deserve it.
By some miracle, Yongseung manages to keep his expression calm. At least, he hope he does. You've always been too good at reading him, and he's starting to think that it might be easier to just admit that this whole trip is exactly what you're suspecting. But no. He has to keep holding out. He has everything planned to ask you tonight. He can last just 10 more hours easily.
You're still looking at him like you know he's lying—like you can read everything he's trying to hide beneath the surface. He's not sure why he thought it would even be possible to hide his proposal plans from you, let alone easy. You're probably the most attentive and noticing person when it comes to him, and while that is one of the many reasons he loves you (and wants to marry you), it certainly doesn't work in his favour today.
You made sure to commend your fiancé for his efforts in keeping the proposal a surprise for you later that night, but you and Yongseung both know that you were counting down the hours to it the entire time, completely aware of his whole scheme. He may not have been able to keep the proposal a secret from your discerning eye, but you did say yes to him, so on that account, it was a success.
a/n: people need to stop hating on pecans TRUST ME GUYS IF YOU BUY IT AT THE RIGHT CONDITION IT'S ACTUALLY GOOD 💔💔 also dongheon my man for the love of GOD please take more pictures 🥀
synopsis: an immortal god and a traveler sit down for a meal and a chat.
wc: 817
pairing: immortal god!yongseung (verivery) x immortal!reader
genre: historical fantasy, slight angst, comfort if you squint
warnings: existential af (but this is one of my fics, you knew that), do not take this to be 100% historically accurate, loosely based off of genshin
you gaze at the feast in front of you in awe, with plates full of food neatly arranged on your table. of course, yongseung could afford the best, even in mortal form.
from the rooftop restaurant you were currently in, you had a beautiful view of the light-filled city, bustling with activity as sunset approached.
"my, what a pleasure it is to be invited by a god for dinner. thank you, again.”
he chuckles. "believe me, the pleasure is all mine. i know you saved my nation from calamity, so it’s the least i could do. i’m glad we could finally sit down for a proper meal.”
"yongseung, there's no need to thank me, it was the right thing to do," you say with a smile, beginning to fill your plate with various foods. “it's just nice to talk like this. i know we’re always so busy, especially you. ”
he sighs, and stares briefly at the vast expanse of hills, especially vibrant during the spring.
"sometimes i wish i weren't. thousands of years of work can be quite taxing on the soul."
the waiter stops by your table with two cups of hot tea and a kettle, and you briefly stop conversation to bow politely. you take a sip, relishing its taste. even after all this time traveling, your love for any sort of tea remains constant.
"oh, you old man! when you have the chance, you should travel the world with me—there's quite a lot to see."
yongseung raises an eyebrow. "you're quite old too, remember? but maybe i will take you up on your offer one day, if i feel comfortable to leave my nation in the hands of the people."
"sightseeing would do you some good. i feel 5,000 years young after running around all sorts of worlds! only the heavens know how long it's been since i've visited another..."
you stop yourself before you go on another one of your excited (and nostalgic) rambles. yongseung's still listening to you intently, though.
he carefully takes a sip of his own tea. "and here i thought you were just an ordinary human traveler when we first met, although i was quickly proven wrong. there is nothing ordinary about what you've been able to accomplish with your powers."
you smile amusedly while trying not to take all the jjajangmyeon noodles. he's busied himself with eating the meat, namely the pork belly.
"eh, everyone thinks so unless i tell them otherwise. you still treated me well regardless. or how should i put this, normally. i'm thankful for that. and in many ways, i'm no better than a mortal until i complete my goal on this planet."
it's a little sad, really. you miss your sibling. you've never lost sight of why you started your journey across the various nations of this world in the first place.
the god stares at you, his face containing traces of melancholy. "how selfish of me to say, but i find eternity to be a little less unbearable when you're here."
ah, what a sap. you love him, though. he's not so tough when you're around.
"then, i'm glad my time on this world has not been a waste."
at the start of your journey, you had told yourself that you wouldn't make many attachments to those you met, as it would make it harder to leave.
first and foremost, you wanted your sibling by your side so that you could traverse the galaxy together again. you just happened to help people along the way—nothing too deep.
but things were a little different with yongseung. despite being one of the gods that helped oversee korea and its people, he was someone you could now call a dear friend. the thought of saying "goodbye" to him, even if it only had to be temporarily, wasn't a fun one.
you've gotten used to encountering him every so often, studying some book or on a walk to clear his mind from all of his duties.
he smiles peacefully, and you're glad to see the expression. "i'll always remind you that your time is well spent with me."
at that, you pause to take in the rustling of the wind, the beautiful colors of sunset, the design on your napkin, and the reflective glint of yongseung's cubical necklace charm.
to think, that you might never have this exact view again. it's quite a bittersweet feeling, thinking that the day would come where you would leave earth. yongseung's well aware of this too, but logically, there was no point in thinking about it so much.
it'll be a long while before that day comes, as there are still so many questions for you to answer about this world.
so, until you have to move on again, you'll both cherish the memories you've made together. and maybe, just for a while, this can be eternity for you.
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a/n: oh dear lord this is way overdue for @restlessmaknae's coexistence collab. i underestimated how tired this year would make me. i'm not that dissatisfied with the fic, but i wish my brain could come up with better sentences sometimes. i was thinking about how some people stay in one place their whole lives and how others move around so often, and how they would each perceive the other type of person. it's so different, isn't it? just food for thought. and also, my fantasy brainrot is too much.
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You don’t have a plus one for the prom-themed uni party you’re organising as a member of the student council, but Dongheon sets you up with Hoyoung who might actually become more than just a stranger who saves you from boredom during that night.
➳ Characters: uni student!Hoyoung x uni student!reader/you
➳ Genre: fluff, comedy, university au
➳ Words: 6.3k
➳ Warning: -
➳ Taglist: @dat-town
➳ A/N: I don’t know about you, but Hoyoung radiates warmth and comfort to me, so here’s a really cute and comforting story for you all. I hope it brings you some joy. ❤️
Sometimes, you wish for nothing more than to just lie down, close your eyes and rest for about a few days before any duty calls you ever again. Obviously, you can’t do that when you’re in finals week, and you’re also in the last stage of the university party preparation that you - alongside the other student council members - would want to make as enjoyable as possible.
Thankfully, the head of the student council - Lee Dongheon - is as prompt as always, and as the Leadership and Management master student as he is, he manages the preparation to the best of his ability. That doesn’t mean that everything goes as smoothly as you’ve wanted to, starting from the fact that you had to go buy half of the decorations in person a day before because the party props company can’t deliver in time due to high demand, not to mention the DJ you’ve invited falling ill and having to find someone to take his place a few days ago and some other, mild mishaps along the way.
After a poll that you’ve sent out to all students, it was decided that the student council would organise a prom-themed party, so it would be a more formal event which students can dress up for, come together with their significant order or just enjoy themselves with their friends as their requested song is being played by the DJ.
Though for that to happen, you really need to be done with the decorations as fast as possible, so you should probably stop overcatastrophising everything and finally put on that garland that you’ve been holding in your hand for the past few minutes.
“Hey! Need some help with that?” As expected, Dongheon is right there in a second with a small ladder in one hand, pointing at the decoration in your hand.
“Oh, thanks. I think I’ll manage. I was just waiting for you to finish with that side, so that I could have the ladder.”
“Oh yeah, sure. Don’t want a petite girl to suffer without a ladder,” Dongheon teases like the jokester he is, but you can’t be mad at him even if you hold your hand up as if you were about to hit him in the shoulder.
“Not everyone is as much of a giant as you are,” you counter-attack, a light laugh escaping your lips as you two exchange a glance before Dongheon sets up the ladder, putting it close to the wall, so that you would have an easier time assembling the decoration.
“So, do you already have your plus one for the prom?” The head of the student council asks casually as he’s holding the ladder, so that it would stay secure while you’re standing on it.
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend,” you answer nonchalantly as you attach a set of garlands to the wall. You turn back to look at him, motioning to him to hold up another set of garlands for you, but he’s too busy whining.
“Oh, come on! You’ve really organised this whole party just for others to enjoy?”
“I’ll go with my friends, that’s fine,” you reassure him firmly because you really don’t mind not having a plus one even though Yerin would go with Minchan and Hari would probably leave your side 5 seconds into arrival because she’s on a lookout for hot single guys on campus. That’s fine though; you’ve organised this whole prom-themed party with couples and singles in mind, so you can just sip on your punch by the corner and monitor if everything’s going fine.
“Now, the garlands,” you emphasise, and Dongheon lets out a semi-exaggerated sigh before reaching into the nearby box and giving you another set of garlands while you’re moving with the ladder alongside the wall.
You - very wrongly - assume that he will just let it slide, but about a paper lantern and a star-shaped decoration later, he suddenly speaks up.
“I’ll get you a plus one. You’re in your second year, right?” He asks even though Dongheon knows such information about everyone in the student council like the back of his hand. He even knows your birthdays which is pretty nice of him because he always gets something small for everyone. On the flipside, when he’s upset or dissatisfied with something, no one dares to speak to him because he’s like a ticking time bomb. Though he’s nice most of the time, so it’s not that big of a deal (and he’s definitely not as scary as rumours make him out to be).
“Yeah.”
“Good. I have a friend in second year who probably doesn’t have a date either. He’s always too busy taking care of others instead of himself,” he chatters with a reprimanding edge to his tone as if it was something horrendous.
“Sounds a lot like you.”
“Hey! You don’t want to see the currently dying plants in my room, okay?” Dongheon replies in a semi-serious state, but you both find yourself smiling afterwards. You turn back to the wall to attach a paper heart and as you do so, you blurt out:
“You don’t have to do that though. I’m fine without a guy.”
“Weeell, but I’ve really wanted to set him up for some time, and he’s a great guy, I promise,” he mentions, and it’s like he’s justifying himself already, and he’s so dramatic about it - all puppy eyes and pouts and a disheartened tone - as if his life depended on it. Knowing him, he probably does have sleepless nights over not being able to set up one of his friends with anyone.
“Fiiiine,” you say and let out a long sigh, getting off the leader in the meantime. As you reach the ground, you turn to face the now-grinning Dongheon. “But only if he wants to do it himself.”
“He’s dying to come, I can confirm.”
And so that’s a deal. Two days before the actual prom, Dongheon gives you the guy’s number, so that you could message each other and find each other on the day of the party, but little do you know, that night turns out way more different than you would have imagined.
When the results of the poll came back, and it turned out that most students voted for a prom-themed uni party at the end of the spring semester, you didn’t think much of it. Yet, as you’re looking down at your plain dress and your flat-heeled shoes because there’s no way you would spend hours in high heels, you feel a bit out of place. This party doesn’t seem like somewhere you belong, and you start to get extra anxious as you’re waiting for your plus one by the noticeboard in the hallway (a convenient place to meet up because probably nobody waits here other than you).
Dongheon has told you that his friend - Bae Hoyoung - is a really nice guy, he’s kind and considerate and very loving towards his younger friends, so he thinks you couldn’t have ended up with a better plus one. You don’t know how much of it is exaggeration when he claims that Hoyoung is a real gentleman and a handsome one on top of that because Dongheon likes to exaggerate, but you let him be.
No matter how cool his friend is based on the texts you exchange before the party, you start to question why you’ve decided to give in even though your friends were so happy to hear that you were about to meet a boy. Though the chances were very low that you would end up keeping in touch with your plus one after the event because you’ve never been lucky with boys, so why would he be an exception?
No wonder you find yourself nibbling on your lower lip as you’re waiting for Hoyoung, both anxious and restless, but when he walks up to you in a gorgeous suit and casual Converse sneakers (they at least match the black and white colour of his pants and shirt), you become a bit speechless. Surely, you have seen his profile picture on Kakaotalk, but that doesn’t do justice to how tall he is in real life, and you certainly didn’t notice the cute moles dotting his face on that picture as opposed to now. Even his smile is light like a feather, and the way the wrinkles around his eyes deepen when he’s smiling makes your heart take a silly little turn.
“Hey!” He greets you in a friendly manner, coming to a halt beside you. He’s towering above you a bit, but it’s not in an intimidating way, so you don’t feel uncomfortable.
“Hi!” You greet him back, feeling a bit silly over checking him out from head to toe a moment ago. What can you do though? His profile picture isn’t a full-body one. In fact, half of the picture isn’t even him but a white furball, probably his dog, so you could only see his face in the photo.
“Sorry about the shoes. I forgot that I don’t have dress shoes with me in the dorms,” he apologises immediately as he’s looking down at his pair of Converse.
“Oh, it’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it! It’s not like I dressed up as if I came to a real prom.”
“You look pretty,” he blurts out casually, but your lips part in bewilderment because you didn’t see such a comment coming so soon, and you need to remind yourself to function properly. You end up mumbling something akin to a thanks, and prompt you two to step inside the gym hall where the party takes place.
It turns out that the gym hall is packed with people, so much that you feel like you step on someone’s shoes every second as you’re trying to get closer to the centre of it with Hoyoung by your side. Which is great because it means you didn’t work for nothing, but it also means that you have a hard time finding any spot where you can dance without worrying about bumping into someone’s back or chest, and even when you do, it’s almost impossible to keep up a conversation because the music is so loud.
You dance for a bit though without saying a word, but it gets a bit awkward just smiling at each other and trying to move left and right without smacking someone, and you can feel that Hoyoung is thinking the same. You didn’t really come here just to dance, you aren’t even that good at it, but it’s impossible to do anything else because of the loud music.
“Don’t you want to-” You start saying, leaning closer to him, so that he could hear what you say, and he’s doing the same, so your faces are only inches apart. You blink rapidly, gulping down the nervous knot in your throat, trying not to pay too much attention to his beautiful, warm orbs that remind you of fall: of colourful leaves creating a carpet under your feet, of a cup of warm tea on a chilly night, of the smell of summer parting and a new season coming up and the bittersweet feeling of the cycle of nature moving forwards.
Your breath hitches in your throat for a moment because he does have beautiful eyes, and it’s hard to look away because they are like a magnet, but you’re saved by the boy’s question, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he’s leaning towards your ear.
“Should we go outside?” He asks with a raised voice, trying to speak over the volume of the currently blasted song.
You nod immediately, then turn around to leave the dance floor. As you’re doing so, you check back from time to time to see if Hoyoung’s still following you and you haven’t lost him in the meantime, and the third time you do so, you end up colliding with someone. You and the stranger both apologise, so you can move on, but you feel Hoyoung’s fingers over your wrist, giving it a slight pressure, his eyes asking if you’re okay when you look at him.
You try to reassure him with a bob of your head and a friendly smile, and thankfully, there are no further mishaps as you’re making your way outside of the hall. You just get to the corridor when you catch sight of Dongheon checking something on his phone while walking towards the doors of the gym hall. He only looks up when Hoyoung says hi, but when he does, boy, he’s grinning.
“Hey, you two! Is everything alright?”
“Apart from the music causing us ear damage?” Hoyoung replies immediately, his tone semi-playful. Dongheon’s smile falters a bit but only a tiny bit.
“Oh no! I’ve told the dude to keep the volume at a decent level,” he shakes his head in disapproval, and you can already foresee the master student’s first to-do when he gets inside the gym hall. “Anyways, where are you going?” He quirks an eyebrow, curious, and it’s you this time who answers him.
“Just somewhere where we can talk, I guess?” You say, a bit uncertain, sending a side-glance in Hoyoung’s direction who reassuringly smiles back at you. You immediately find yourself mirroring his action, and it may be because of this or the fact that you two are leaving the main party to have a conversation, but the head of the student council is more than delighted either way.
“Ooooh, you’re talking now!” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as if it could mean anything. “That’s great! Well, have fun!” He wishes with a wide grin, and as he’s walking past you two, he pats Hoyoung’s shoulder. You furrow your eyebrows, look at the boy beside you, and giggle when you see his reaction.
“He’s just weird,” he mentions as if that could explain anything, but even his lips curl upwards. Considering how Dongheon has said that he has wanted to set up his friend with someone for a long time now, you can guess why he might be like an excited parent who sends his kids off to school, realising how much they’ve grown up, but you try to tell yourself that it’s nothing like that. You would just merely prefer talking somewhere quiet instead of being smacked every second by someone around you and completely not hearing the other because the DJ is too loud.
“Soooo… should we walk in the park beside campus or…” Your voice trails off by the end, and you expectantly look at the pitch-black haired boy beside you, hoping that he might help you out.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” He nods, smiling, and it’s really adorable how his eyes become little crescents when he does so, his dimples deepening. You’ve always had a thing for dimples, and you can’t help but smile widely at him when his dimples literally pop out. You need to remind yourself not to stare too much at him, so you focus on your steps instead, looking ahead of you as you’re making your way to the nearby park.
The park which you’ve agreed on is only a few-minute walk from the main building of your campus, and given the later hour and the fact that the students who want to be at school right now are in the gym hall, not a lot of people roam around in the park. While it’s not prohibited for non-students to enter it, the majority of people are still students. No wonder why because it’s such a picturesque sight with the little lake in the middle of it with some ducks, the colourfully painted benches and the vividly green grass where groups can have lovely picnics in the shade of the magnificent oak trees.
“I love coming here, especially during exam season. It seems like such a different world from campus even though it’s so close. It’s good to clear your mind sometimes like this,” Hoyoung muses out loud, and you don’t even think twice before you say:
“Exactly! I totally feel the same way,” you mention enthusiastically, and you immediately feel so silly for sounding so pumped up even though the boy beside you is nothing but kind. He might look intimidating to others with his elegantly parted, pitch-black hair, the sharpness of his jawline and his mature features, but when he smiles, his whole face lights up, and his voice is full of life when he speaks.
“So Dongheon has said that you two work together in the student council.”
“Oh yeah. We know each other from there,” you bob your head, remembering back to the first time you met him, and how he has helped you with a lot of academic-stuff, especially when you just joined the council in your first year. “I’ve thought that he’s a really strict and stern guy, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth,” you admit with a little giggle that the boy simply mirrors.
“I can see why. Even when he has his neutral face, he looks a bit intimidating, but really, he’s just a big baby. Sometimes I feel like I’m the older one out of the two of us,” Hoyoung laughs a joyous laughter, and you join him, letting the early summer night carry the sound of your laughter around the park.
You let silence cover you for some time, but it’s not embarrassing or awkward. It’s more than comforting, actually. Yet, now that you’ve brought up Dongheon who has actually set you two up, you can’t help but ask:
“Why is he so obsessed with setting you up?”
“That’s a good question.” Hoyoung chuckles. “He’s just like ‘oh, Hoyoung, dude, you deserve a girl, I’ll get you one’ because he thinks I spend too much time helping others when in fact I think I just do things because they are the bare minimum?” He mimics Dongheon’s tone and it’s so hilarious, you laugh out loud. Then, he goes on to explain that it might be because he’s learned how to help others because he has 5 siblings, so he knows the importance of assisting others without being directly asked to. It makes sense, but at the same time, you’re truly in awe, and you’re sure that he’s a great brother himself.
However, as you talk about your families and non-existent love life that Dongheon likes to point out, you have a question on your mind, and you decide to blurt it out in the end:
“Do you feel like you need someone in your life?”
“Well, that’s a complex question,” the boy starts with a tilt of his head, contemplating.
“Says the Sociology major, I see,” you mention, and gosh, when have you turned playful? Hoyoung doesn’t mind though, in fact, he gives you a dimpled smile before his features smoothen out and his tone becomes more serious.
“I don’t really feel like there’s this void that needs to be filled with someone’s presence, you know?” He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod. “I believe that a romantic relationship should be about having someone to rely on, having someone you can take care of and feeling safe and comfortable beside them instead of feeling like they are your whole world, so when they may leave, your whole world shatters. It may sound egoistic but I feel this way, and for that reason, I don’t feel like I’m missing someone from my life, but it’s not that I would object if I fell in love.”
His words are mature and articulate, and you don’t know why, but you get surprised by how aware he is of his own feelings. You know how in today’s society, you’re almost being looked down on if you don’t have a significant other because it might indicate that you aren’t good enough, and a lot of people actively look for love because of that. There’s nothing wrong with looking for love, but just like the boy has said, you aren’t of the same opinion as others.
“No, no, that’s something I can relate to. I mean…” You decide to put in your two cents whilst you’re at it, but you need a few more seconds to put together your reasoning. “I’ve had crushes in the past, but my crushes never liked me back, and if I had let the rejections get to me, I would have felt really unlovable and probably would still do so. So I also think that preserving your autonomy while still being open to let someone in is what’s probably the healthiest option for me.”
You believe in love, you really do, but your experience has proven to you that you’re good the way you are, and you shouldn’t let others’ lack of romantic feelings towards you change anything about your self-worth. Especially because you can’t force feelings onto someone, you know that all too well.
“It’s not your fault that they didn’t like you back. The right one will do so,” Hoyoung adds gently, and you feel your heart thaw at his words. When you look him in the eyes, you can see the small version of the moon reflecting in his deep, dark orbs, and you think it’s beautiful; how he shines like sunshine with the moon in his eyes.
“It got deep pretty quickly, didn’t it?” The boy chuckles, breaking the precious moment, but you don’t even mind because you’re sure your feelings are written all over your face, so you’re glad when you can talk about topics other than love.
As you continue your stroll, accompanied by the slight buzz of the party and the sounds of the city that never sleeps, you end up talking about why you have joined the student council and stories regarding Dongheon and his student council duties, Hoyoung calling his friend out, saying that Dongheon usually calls him to vent to him when something goes wrong. Then, you also talk about your majors, why you’ve chosen them, whether you like them or not and what your favourite classes are this semester, and it’s lovely listening to someone who’s so curious and intellectual and able to share his opinion without putting down the other’s.
When you reach the lake, you stop for a while and sit down on a bench, and your heart yet again skips a beat when Hoyoung covers your legs with his suit jacket. Gosh, Dongheon was actually right about him being a real gentleman and taking extra care of others! Still, the gesture makes you blush really hard, so you’re glad that the nearby lamp posts radiate only dim lights because you wouldn’t want the boy to see your burgundy face.
Yet, getting away from the party means getting away from the food and drinks, so since you’ve already walked further from the gym hall, you don’t go back for that, you opt for a café on campus instead. While waiting for your sandwiches and drinks and while eating, you continue talking about common topics, but with him, even those seem special because he’s actually interested in your answer, and ready to share his opinion. It’s not a forced small talk you’re so terrible at, it’s actually an active conversation, and you have a hard time believing that you can feel this way around someone even if you’ve met him for the first time.
No wonder you feel the need to express your gratitude towards the boy when you finish your dinner and head to the dorms together.
“Well, I’ve really enjoyed today. I think our kind of prom was better than the actual one.”
“I promise I won’t tell Dongheon that you’ve said this,” Hoyoung jokes, making you laugh, and it’s such a lovely way to end this lovely night. You don’t have high hopes or anything of the sort for whatever that is between you and the boy, but your smile is genuine when later on, you wave him goodbye as you’re heading towards your room, and you know well that you wouldn’t have traded your kind of prom for anything else.
Dongheon might not have heard what you’ve said about the prom, but he has sure heard that you had a good time with his friend (from both Hoyoung and you), so he casually sends some so-called boyfriend material photos of his friend over to you one day without any explanation, and when you ask him why, he merely sends a shrugging emoji. You guess that he hasn’t been subtle to his friend either because Hoyoung ends up messaging you a few hours later, telling you not to take Dongheon seriously no matter what he says about him or what he sends.
“He just sent me some ‘boyfriend material’ photos of you. Wanna see them?”
“I’m going to strangle him one day, but sure.”
So you send him those pictures, mainly of him sipping on something at a café while looking out of the window dreamily, walking down the street in a puffy coat and a scarf, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood over his head and holding a painting in his hands as if he was trying to show it off. Along the way, he ends up telling you stories that are related to the pictures, you even get to know that he painted that landscape in his hands, it was actually a painting workshop with an instructor during last semester, and when Dongheon asked what he did over the weekend, and he told the older boy about it, he was very keen on seeing the final product, so he sent the pic over to him.
“I didn’t think that he would keep them. :(”
“Now you know. Better be careful from now on.”
You type and send him an emoji where one of the Kakaotalk characters pat the other on the back, and you get a hugging emoji in return, and you’re so shocked that for a moment, you completely freeze.
“Oh, my bad, that was by accident. I’ve wanted to send this one.”
He replies a few seconds later with an emoji that’s bowing and thank you is written over its head. You tell him that he shouldn’t worry, but you need some serious amount of time to calm down your nerves.
It’s fun though, things fall back into normal afterwards, and actually, it’s not even that weird talking to the boy yet again. It almost seems natural, and since you two are both busy university students finishing finals, it’s not like you’re bombarding each other with messages. Yet, you can’t deny that you get an instant serotonin boost whenever you see that he has messaged you, and soon enough, your friends start teasing you about it. Yerin is being her kindest self as always, telling you just how much you would deserve a guy who likes you back while Hari starts moping that Dongheon should set her up with someone if he has so many single friends because he needs a boyfriend ASAP.
You tell them that it’s not like that, you’re just getting to know each other, but it seems awfully like a crush yet again, especially when summer break comes, and you two keep messaging each other. When the fall semester comes, you can’t wait to see him face-to-face, so when you manage to bump into him in the hallway or he lands Dongheon something in the student council office and you’re there, you feel like a silly high school student yet again, fanning over her first crush.
Then, he asks if you could take part in a project he’s doing for one of his classes and he needs to have interviews with students on how their childhood experiences shaped the way they feel towards socialising as they grow older, and in return, he treats you to a thank you lunch a few days later. After that, you lose track of the times you meet up, let it be for a quick lunch break between classes, studying together in the library or just randomly bumping into him in the hallway.
While getting to know each other through messages, random meet-ups and sometimes Dongheon’s intervening, you feel yourself falling for him more and more. You can’t help it, but this time, instead of falling head first, it seems like you’re falling gradually, and you don’t know which one is scarier. So you just let it be, enjoying your time beside the boy until you’re sure of his feelings towards you, and as time goes by, you’re less and less scared of falling.
With you two staying in contact over the weeks and all throughout the fall semester, it’s no surprise that Hoyoung knows when you take your exams, but you wish he didn’t remember so well when you feel under the weather after taking one of your exams, sitting on the top of the service stairs that not so many people frequent. That’s exactly what you need right now, and even when he messages you, asking about the exam and you tell him that you might have failed it, you don’t expect him to actually show up when he asks where you are.
There he is though, standing in front of you, eyes shining with worry as he’s looking back at you. You look down at your shoes instead, not ready to mope or vent to him. You see from the corner of your eyes when he moves towards you and sits down beside you, letting out a long sigh.
“What do you do when you want to cheer yourself up?”
“I watch funny videos sometimes,” you mumble under your breath, but you don’t feel like doing so now. You feel the need to cry, but no tears come out. Maybe it’s because you’re also partly angry, not just disappointed.
“Well…” He grits through his teeth as he’s thinking. “I’ll show you something better,” he announces, determined, as he reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, taking his phone out. You turn your head to look at him, slightly curious despite your state, and when he glances sideways and catches your eyes on him, his lips curl up a bit.
He turns back to his phone though and taps a few times on the screen before sitting closer to you and placing his phone in between you two, so that you could see what it is about. You immediately feel your features softening up when you catch sight of the fluffball on the screen.
“My sister said that she was trying to teach Deulle a trick, but it didn’t quite work out,” Hoyoung explains, smiling, as the video shows his sister’s dog going in circles around a small object that it’s supposed to jump over. The female voice in the video practically begs the dog to just jump, but instead, Deulle stops, staring at its owner, blinking frequently as if it doesn’t understand what’s going on. It’s going on for a few more times with the dog almost jumping over the object once, but in the end, it just decides to lie down on the grass, completely exhausted.
By the end of the video, there’s an evident smile in the corner of your lips, and seeing that, Hoyoung’s shoulders drop in ease.
“You’re too nice,” you blurt out, touched by the way he came over to cheer you up despite him having an exam a bit later. “You’re too good for me,” you admit, letting the words slip without thinking twice. It’s true though; ever since you’ve met him, you feel like you don’t deserve him, and in moments like this, you feel it even more intensively.
“Don’t say that,” the boy objects immediately, turning towards you with his whole body. Since he has scooted closer to you, so that you could look at his phone from up close, you two are pretty close to each other, but instead of intimidating, his closeness makes you feel comforted. To know that he’s just an arm length away. “You’ve also been there for me every time I was down in the past few months. It’s what people do when they care about each other,” he explains as if it was something so easy to say out loud, but he seems sincere nevertheless.
You don’t say anything, your heart is too burdened for that, so you just keep looking at him. He scoots a bit closer to you, slowly and gently, leaning closer to look you in the eyes. You feel bashful under his stare, but you don’t dare to look away.
“What is it about?” Hoyoung asks gently, his words barely a whisper. With no one around you since you’re sitting on the staircase leading up to the staff room, you feel like this moment is yours only. Something so precious yet so fragile, something that could easily break into tiny little pieces in a matter of seconds. “Do you feel this way because you might have failed your test, and you think you could appear less of a good person to me because of that?”
“I-” You start to protest, but you can’t find the right words to say. You look away, frustrated over not being able to put your feelings into words, but when you look back at him, he’s looking at you as patient as ever. “I think I just feel like… you know, there must have been something wrong with me, some flaws why people I liked in the past didn’t like me back, and I guess, I don’t know… It just crossed my mind that maybe one day you would see that too because I do that. When one thing goes wrong, I overcatastrophise and feel that everything could go wrong and I just… Gosh, that’s why I like being alone at times like this,” you rumble on and on, and by the end, you feel yourself tearing up, and you feel so pathetic, it’s not how you’ve expected this day to go.
You sniffle as you look away from him, not being able to bear his ever so warm eyes. You hate being vulnerable beside others, and it’s not like failing a test is a really big thing. Sure, it might be your first time failing an exam, but there are people out there with bigger problems, and you feel like a fraud mopping over your life in comparison to that. Plus, just as you’ve said, when this happens, suddenly you feel like a failure, someone who can’t do anything, who’s not worth anything, and a lot of times, a good cry helps to soothe your nerves, but you don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want to appear silly and overly emotional.
“I could bring up some theories and tell you how what you’re feeling is completely fine because I guess that’s what a Sociology major should do,” he interrupts your guilt tripping train of thoughts, and it works, you’re so surprised by his words that you find yourself completely frozen, the tears not coming out. He really has a way to shift the mood with his words, and you’re both in awe and in shock. “Let me tell you instead that if someone doesn’t like you because you’re flawed just as we all are, then you’re better off without them. It won’t stop me from liking you though.”
Now you’re even more surprised than before, and your eyes must be super wide when you turn your head towards him because his facial expression turns from stern to gentle instead. He looks away for a bit, scratching the back of his neck a bit sheepishly before looking back at you, ruffling his hair afterwards. You’ve noticed that he tends to do something with his hands when he gets nervous, and he’s trying to busy his hands today too, and you wonder just how much it must have taken him to say those words out loud. This time, it’s not the moon you see in his eyes but your own tiny reflection, and you also wonder how he really sees you.
“I’m being sincere,” he adds quietly yet confidently. He gulps once before he continues, and you can literally feel the same kind of nervousness he does, your heart threatening to jump out of your rib cage, so expectant and so giddy. “I like you, and I was trying to tell you for some time, but I guess I’ve waited for the right time, and this is definitely not the right time, not even the right place,” he points out sheepishly as he looks around once, and it’s so true, you find a small giggle bubbling up in your throat. He follows, and gosh, it’s so awkward yet it’s so right. You wouldn’t have had it another way.
“Thank you,” you say as you crush him into a hug, feeling bold and confident and all that. You aren’t even sure that it’s you anymore, but he has just confessed that he likes you! He actually likes you. “Thank you for liking me back,” you mumble into his neck as you’re hugging him, and you can feel his arms coming up to your back, closing his arms around you, tight and safe, comforting and warm as if he was trying to whisper it’s all okay, he’s right there with you.
Even though you could only hope that he would be right when he said that the right one would like you back, now you know that he wasn’t lying. Let you be silly or overly emotional, he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, his love towards you just grows even more.
Because he’s the right one for you. Now you know.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this rather fluffy and comforting story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it! *-*
I’m actually hosting a VERIVERY writing collab, so if you’re interested in joining, click HERE for the announcement. Feel free to spread the word, so it might be able to reach more people! ❤️
order 034, @a-drawingpanda : large honey milk tea with red bean for verivery's Yeonho
warnings: some angst and reader is called some names :c but fluff otherwise and Yeonho to the rescue! ft. verivery as a band
summary: Yeonho plays guitar for a local band that performs at a café you frequent, and he ends up falling for the red roses that you leave for him.
word count: 1k+
barista 🥛's 💌: wowee a moodboard that actually really matches for once! look how pretty! also, the concept of verivery as a band,, i really like it omg. Gyehyeon guitarist,, Yongseung bassist,, Minchan drummer ! imagining it while writing made me :D
you swing open the door of café rouge, a place you frequent. the red walls and bitter, coffee scent make you feel at home as you walk to the counter.
"just the regular?" the barista, Minchan, asks.
you nod and slide the cash towards him on the counter, telling him to keep the change. he throws a wink at you as he takes it, and you smile.
"why're you up here and not setting up with your band?" you ask Minchan. he's also a drummer for the band that'll be performing soon.
"the normal baristas asked me to fill in for a second. they'll be back soon."
"they better, 'cause i'm here for your perfofmance!" you say.
once you have your drink, you head to the back, where the stage is.
"always on time for our performances, i see," Dongheon, the guitarist of verivery says as he watches you take a front-row seat.
"i wouldn't miss it for the world," you say, leaning back in your seat.
your eyes move from Dongheon to an unfamiliar back, and you watch as this person slings his guitar over his shoulder and tunes the strings while leaning against the stage. his hair falls into his eyes and he blows the strands away.
you smile, standing up while clutching a hairclip.
"hey... if you'll let me?" you ask the mysterious guitarist, motioning to his hair with your hand that holds a hairclip.
he nods and watches as you carefully clip his hair up and away from his eyes.
"thanks," he says, with a toothy smile.
his teeth are cute, you think to yourself, and you stagger backwards slightly as your heart races.
Dongheon watches the interaction, amused.
"who's that?" you ask him, looking back at the guitarist.
"a new guitarist. Gyehyeon will still be playing, but we needed another one. his name's Yeonho."
you look back at Yeonho as he sits on the stage, content with his tuned guitar. something about him has caught your eye, and you're excited to see him perform.
once verivery finally begin their performance, you can't take your eyes off Yeonho. his expression shows he's clearly lost in his own guitar riffs, and the way his fingers glide along and stroke the strings makes your heart soar. he's also still wearing your hair clip in his hair. some of his hair has started falling around his face, and you note the way some people in the crowd are calling Yeonho cute for his hair.
Dongheon, the lead singer of the group, has his eyes on you even while he performs. he notices the way you watch Yeonho intently, and he smiles to himself. i hope y/n won't distract Yeonho too much, he thinks, but he knows it will be far from that.
you always have a habit of leaving roses for verivery after their performances. Yeonho doesn't know this, though. so when verivery are done for the night and you leave after secretly leaving a rose for each member by their respective spots, Yeonho grasps the rose and presses it to his chest.
"look, someone left a rose for me!" Yeonho says, showing Dongheon, who smiles and ruffles the younger boy's hair.
"we all have one, too," Dongheon says, showing Yeonho his own rose.
"but... mine is red and yours are all white," Yeonho points out with a pout.
"oh! you're right."
Dongheon looks at all his members' roses to find they're all white, and the only one with any colour is Yeonho's red one. y/n clearly picks favourites, Dongheon thinks with a smile.
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every week from then on at verivery's performances, you leave a rose for Yeonho in a new colour. he treasures them all and keeps them in a clear vase in his room at home, yet he still doesn't know who they're from. he isn't able to connect the roses to the sweet y/n who brings water and snacks for his band before they perform, who ties his hair out of his eyes for him and gives him feedback on his guitar playing before he has a guitar solo.
Dongheon pulls you aside one day and asks you when you'll tell Yeonho that the roses he receives are from you.
"why should i tell him? it isn't something to brag about," you say.
Dongheon shakes his head.
"no, you idiot! you like him, don't you? you purposely leave coloured roses for him," Dongheon says.
you look down and avoid Dongheon's eyes. yet that night, you decide to leave a note for Yeonho with his rose. it's only been a few weeks now, yet you're realizing your crush for him grows with each time he performs.
as you sit in your seat, tightly clutching verivery's roses while they perform, you happen to overhear a conversation behind you.
"their new guitarist is so cute. i've been coming to their performances just to see him," the first person says.
"his name is Yeonho, right?" the second person says.
they go on and talk about how they've noticed someone is leaving roses for Yeonho and how he gets so excited each time he sees them.
"i bet the person who leaves them is downright ugly, that's why they have to hide behind the roses."
you clutch your roses tighter, accidentally crumpling your letter for Yeonho in the process.
once the performance is over, you let the roses and letter gently fall to the ground amidst the crowd as you grab your bag and leave, not praising the verivery boys like you normally do. your heart is currently broken and it isn't on your mind to follow your usual habits.
the members are all worried about your whereabouts. you don't answer their calls, but they know you were at the show.
Yeonho innocently misses the presence of a coloured rose at his feet. he sadly looks down at the empty seats, wondering where his mystery admirer could be and why they didn't leave a rose... until he finds it. white rose petals scattered on the ground, detached from their stems. a few red ones remain, too.
when Yeonho walks towards them, he notices a crumpled paper. picking it up, he carefully reads your heartfelt words.
dear Yeonho,
the one who's been leaving you flowers all this time is me: y/n. truthfully, i've been too scared to tell you my sincere feelings, so i have used flowers instead. now, with this last red rose that i leave for you, i want to say that i like you! hopefully my confession won't ruin anything?
Yeonho clutches the note to his chest and rushes to Dongheon, asking if anyone knows where you might be. they all tell him that they don't know, and you're not answering any calls either.
"well, what if they're just home?" Yeonho says.
Dongheon thinks for a bit before saying that Yeonho might be right.
"give me their address. i'm going to find them."
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ding dong.
the loud ring of your bell takes you out of your sob session. you quickly wipe your face with your sleeves and rush to open the door.
"who is-"
Yeonho stands at your doorstep, holding your crumpled note to his chest.
"y/n... is everything okay?" he asks, sweetly.
"i- uh- well... come in," you stutter, shocked to see him there.
Yeonho takes a seat on a couch in your living room, motioning for you to sit beside him. you're a complete mess with your hair in every direction and your red eyes, but Yeonho doesn't care. he wraps his arms around you as soon as you sit down, and you tense up as he sighs in relief.
"y/n.. so it's been you all this time? why did i have to find out through a letter that you tried to throw out?" Yeonho says.
"no, i didn't try to throw it out, i just.."
you think back to the mean people at verivery's show who had agreed that the person behind the roses must be ugly.
"you know that i like you too, right? has it not been obvious? and to find out that you're the one who's been leaving me roses too... well, i'm even more in love," Yeonho says, dreamily.
you have your head down, unable to feel happy. Yeonho places a finger under your chin, gently urging you to look at him
"what's wroooong," he sings with a pout.
you decide to be honest with him and tell him everything that happened. as you speak, his eyebrows furrow with anger and concern and he tightly holds your hands.
"did you a get a good look at the people who said that? who are they? i need to go find them right now--" Yeonho says, standing up.
you stop him with a laugh and he sits back down, happy to see you smiling.
"y/n.. what those people said about you is horrible, but you have no reason to believe them. you're far from ugly; you're the most beautiful, precious human alive. they were just jealous that they weren't smart enough to do anything like leaving roses," Yeonho says, patting your head.
"Yeonho, i don't want to be a burden for you. if there's better people--"
"no, y/n. no one is better and i don't want anyone else. i promise."
the look on Yeonho's face is genuine, and you feel grateful that he found you here right now. you carefully rest your head on his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. his heartbeat is soothing to listen to, and it blocks all your thoughts out.
"do you think, then... today is our first day together?" you quietly ask.
"if you're okay with that, then yes," Yeonho softly replies, stroking the top of your head.
you nod into his chest and Yeonho grins, both at how it tickles him and how cute you are.
"should we go out and grab a bite to eat together?" Yeonho asks.
you lift yourself off him and nod.
suddenly, Yeonho's phone starts to ring. he takes it out of his pocket and places it on his ear.
"Yeonho! we had to clean up after you. if you haven't found y/n then you better head back and help!" Dongheon voice booms through the phone.
Yeonho flashes a toothy smile at you before telling Dongheon that he's found you and he won't be heading back to help them.
"well... do you want to freshen up so we can go?" Yeonho asks, holding out a hand to you with a smile.
"sure," you say, taking his hand as he helps you stand up.
you're grateful he didn't make such a scene about your disappearance and teary-eyed state, but that he came to you with open arms and a smile, instead.
Lee Dong Heon (VERIVERY) Relationship Role Tarot Reading
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Relationship Role
Questions:
Friend
Boyfriend
Lover
Husband
One-Night-Stand
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Lee Dong Heon
Stage Name: Dongheon
Group: VERIVERY
DOB: 04.08.1995
Sun Sign: Leo
Chinese Sign: Wood Pig
Life Path Number: 9
Masterpost: VERIVERY
Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings
Reading done: 26/03/2022
Lee Dong Heon
(Dongheon - VERIVERY)
Deck: E. A. Poe
Spread: Relationship Role
Friend - 0 The Fool, XV The Devil
Dongheon is a little mischievous friend. He’s likely to tease and manipulate his friends often, pull pranks on them and encourage them to misbehave and take risks. He’s likely popular but somewhat his presence always means that troubles are about to happen.
Boyfriend - 9 of Pentacles, 9 of Cups
While dating Dongheon is likely to be generous with his time, money and affection. He’s likely to spoil his significant other with gifts, meals and activities. Dongheon is likely to be an attentive and cheerful boyfriend, always responding to any SOS call.
Lover - 3 of Cups, Queen of Swords
Lover Dongheon is a bit of an ice queen. He likes to be seduced in a sophisticated way. He won’t warm up to blunt and ordinary flattering, he demands his lover to try hard for his attention. Once the icy armour melts down, Dongheon becomes the most loving and responsive man alive. He’s likely very vocal and if handled right, he will turn into a puddle by his lover’s feet.
Husband - IX The Hermit, Page of Cups
Dongheon might not feel like a husband material as of now. He hasn’t matured to this level just yet. It’s likely he would find the marriage boring and way too oppressive for his free spirit. If for some reason he would be forced to get married now, he would likely insist on independent lives with his spouse to a certain degree.
One-Night-Stand - 8 of Swords, 8 of Cups
Dongheon is unlikely to enjoy the benefits of short-term affairs. He’s simply not interested enough, they seem way too shallow for his taste. Dongheon might be a little devil but he’s a complex and sophisticated devil and one night stands seem way too ordinary for his taste. He might try it once just to tick it off from his bucket list but it’s unlikely for him to repeat it.
there’s not enough verivery smut in the world… but I don’t see dongheon as much of a hard dom like most people ! Can I request some DH smut? Open to anything :-)
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omg okay so my brain literally cannot write a full fic but i DO agree that dongheon is NOT a hard dom. this man is literally so sweet with his partner. i think he's very big on touching his partner, very into kissing and making sure they're feeling worshipped. hes very much someone who focuses on your pleasure and he's very attentive. in my head he's much more into fingering his partner than giving oral, not to say he wont give you head, but he prefers to talk you through your orgasm and give you praises. there's something so fulfilling to him about being able to get you to fall apart from purely his fingers. i dont think he'd be very into degradation or anything that'd make you feel bad, nor is he into brat-taming. he likes obedient partners because he really loves to tell you how good you are. he WILL however punish you if he needs. just know that the aftercare is absolutely fucking BANGING. he's got warm towels, soft blankets, fuzzy socks if thats what youre into... hes all strong arms and soft cuddles. hes very much a love maker though. i dont see him being much of hate-fuck or angry sex type of guy. i think when he's angry, he prefers to walk it off on his own. he likes make up sex though.
