junhan is probably the type of boyfriend/love interest who:
- will ask you on discord movie or anime dates late at night when he’s done with practice and couldn’t sleep but is too tired to travel, and/or when he’s at tour
- LEGO ACTIVITIES. i’ve read from somewhere that he likes assembling models (idk how to explain it but when i read it i aGREED cause he just looks like that kind of person)
- mostly when he knows you need a break. he’s not that great with words so it’d be his own little way of keeping your mind away from what’s stressing you out.
- if you like baking, he’ll probably ask you to teach him ;;; he’s a really attentive guy so learning will be easy for him. after that, he’ll always have a cookie in his pocket to give to you when you two are out and about
- he’ll share his hair ties with you anytime anywhere 💯. if you let him, he’ll do your ponytail, too
- will also let you corrupt his punk-goth-emo aesthetic by letting you put those cute little and noisy keychains on his bag ++ will let you design/paint his nails (only if you let him do yours, too ;P)
- will also be your go-to stylist for whenever you don’t have the energy or doesn’t feel like dressing up
- since he’s not big on gatherings either, if he notices that your social battery is down he’ll pull the two of you out immediately for the sake of the both of you
- the type of boyfriend who stares at you with those two lil shy and googly eyes. as an introvert, when he stares, HE STARES. and you don’t even notice it most of the time, but other people DO
- aLSO, contrary to popular belief, i don’t think he’d be that shy or too much of a sub when he’s with someone he truly trust?? almost every fic i’ve read of him already established him as a puppy but gUYS, you know how they say it’s always the quiet ones 😉🙂↕️ (no but also bcs as someone on the introverted side, being comfy w/ people really just takes a lot of time but that doesn’t necessarily mean we cannot get accustomed to certain things 😭😭)
- will subtly kiss the back of your hand when nobody (NOBODY) is looking #alexaplayshyboybysecret
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lol my render is done id hav to byebye. ill prolly just update this list after im done being occupied w other things. this will be it for now, c ya
catching you looking at his photos — han hyeongjun
fluff
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“why are you looking at my photos?”
you flinched at the sudden voice, almost falling over from the kitchen stool you were sitting on. turning your head to face the person you hadn’t realized was there, you found yourself face-to-face with a slightly flustered but still composed hyeongjun, whose eyes remained fixed on the screen.
playing it cool, you slowly turned your phone off and flipped it over.
“just because.”
“you can’t just say ‘just because,’” he pushed, standing up straighter. feeling bashful, the slender man behind you uneasily licked his lips and combed back the hair covering over his face. you giggled silently at the beguiling sight.
“i just did.” it was an answer you thought would end the topic, until your boyfriend murmured something again.
“those were fan photos of me.” he pressed once more, as if teasing you could hide the fact that your actions had thrown him off balance, too. he doesn’t do this often, hyeongjun thought to himself. don’t get the boy wrong; having the opportunity to tease you comes a lot, actually. it’s just his timing that doesn’t. which is why more often than not, he chooses to be sly in silence. now is not one of those times.
you felt warmth creeping up to your face again. it had already been there before he came in, courtesy of the photos, but being confronted like this left you blank for a moment. it wasn’t your first time doing this though, no. with that face? please. you had a pinterest board full of his fan photos, though this was the first time you’d been caught.
it wasn’t really a big deal. so, with that thought in mind, you answered honestly.
“you look hot.”
first shot.
“i mean, i’m sorry for being your biggest fan, but it’s impossible not to look at them. have you seen you?”
second shot. one more, and hyeongjun thinks he might pass out. how the turntables, to take a quote from the office. now, his face was starting to redden. you vivaciously turned to face him fully.
“especially when you’re playing your guitar! it makes me feel things i haven’t fel—”
“ok! oh my god, stop. please.” laughing, your boyfriend hid his face in his hands. “i didn’t know you liked me this much,” he said, half-teasingly and half-full of warmth—an expression he usually have when you do something that makes him feel valued. to be loved is to be seen—something you took very literally, and thinking just that, he flopped his head down again to try to hide the pink that resurfaced. you make him feel too precious.
every once in a while, he doesn’t know if he truly deserves that, but he couldn’t deny as well that whenever he felt unsure of himself, it was always you and your comforting words that lifted him back up. sometimes, he just wished he had the ability to tell you all of that easily.
“now, i regret teasing you. i’ve learned my lesson,” he said meekly, his face still flushed. he combed his hair back once again in an attempt to calm down.
finally, to end this madness (as you were still feeling fairly shy yourself), you decided to just play along and shrugged playfully. “well, you know what they say; be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.”
he laughed softly, the tension fading, and reached over to give your cheek an affectionate squeeze.
it was stupid. both of you knew it was stupid, but the two of you also knew nobody would ever attempt to stop you. stupidly weird things like this were simply just your thing. everybody knew that.
hyeongjun had just come back from tour, and you from a family trip. it was an intrusive idea that both of you decided to do anyway—buy different brands of beer from wherever place you two got back from and taste test all of them. it was all his idea, but you weren’t gonna say no, so, really, who cares? gunil.
now, here’s the two of you, drunkenly half-laughing, half-trying to keep the vomit from coming out of your mouths, in your apartment, at exactly 2am. the apartment’s a mess. some throw pillows in the kitchen, a bean bag on the coffee table, the tv playing lovable by kim jongkook, and, for reasons unknown, a printed photo of jooyeon’s face on the wall.
you stopped laughing and immediately sat down as soon as you felt the need to hurl again. hyeongjun, while extremely concerned, is still laughing. with claps and pointy fingers and all that. you did that to him earlier, too, so that’s what you get.
“hanging in there?”
“yes.”
is what you were going to say if you didn’t just gallop your way into the bathroom to barf. the laughing stops, and for a moment, you thought it was just hyeongjun being considerate—until you heard a loud thud. you exit the bathroom after you’re done fixing yourself, only to find your boyfriend lying dead drunk in the middle of your living room. with no spare energy, you quietly walked and lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling for a good five minutes before he was crawling his way over to rest his head on your stomach.
“did you have fun?” he asked quietly.
you hummed and played with his hair. “honestly wouldn’t ask for anything better. i’d do this again, even with the puking part.”
you heard him laugh. “i’m glad. i enjoyed it, too.” though almost soundless, he felt you reply with a hum again. not too long after, he continued. “we should probably clean your place up.”
“wha—? that’s what you’re worried about? i thought you’d be more concerned about the beers we have left.” you pointed to the three unopened beers and chicken leftovers on the floor. “i know i am, i mean, not to sound alcoholic.”
he laughed again, his head shaking on your stomach. “well, i am, too! but i thought you were already drunk.”
“no i’m not. i’m just resting. all the puking got me hungry again,” you said with a hint of defensiveness. “you’re the one i’m worried about. are you sure you don’t have to come to practice tomorrow?”
you felt him shake his head. “it’s rest day.”
then it got quiet. another five minutes was spent staring at the ceiling until you got bored and took a peek at your boyfriend’s face. his eyes are closed, but if it weren’t for the small smile on his lips, you would’ve assumed he fell asleep already.
“what are you thinking? don’t think too deeply. that’s the kind of thing old people do when they’re already drunk. we’re obviously not.” the last statement you said so flatly.
“i was just thinking about how you’re my dream girl.” he said it so casually. too casual, actually, as if he was embarrassed to say it. it didn’t help that he got up too quickly after that and went to the beers. you remained lying down, trying to process what you just heard. it was one of the rare moments where you didn’t know how to play it cool. hyeongjun rarely conveyed his feelings this directly, and now you were torn between reciprocating the thought or changing the topic so he wouldn’t keep feeling embarrassed.
thankfully, you didn’t have to decide.
“you’re so red all over, oh my god,” your boyfriend said, giggling.
you felt the heat rise up to your face once more. you reached for the nearest throw pillow and threw it at him, which he easily caught. “shut up. you caught me off-guard. what was that anyway? i hope you didn’t just say that cause you’re drunk.”
he chuckled, a beer now in his hand. he lied down once again next to you and offered the can he was holding in the other. with you probably too shy to even look at him, you couldn’t see the soft expression his eyes bore.
“i wouldn’t just say it.” with the usual unsure expression gone, he said it softly but surely. “i don’t know…it just felt like something i needed to tell you.”
you playfully kicked one of his feet. “and you decided the perfect time was right after we drank enough to wreck the apartment?”
“well, timing isn’t my strong suit either!”
you both giggled. a second later, you sat up. “i’ve always had a crush on you, too.” you looked at him, resting your chin on your hand. still feeling warmth spreading through your chest, you gave him a smile. “i don’t mind where or when you say it. i like it when you’re random and honest, even if we’re surrounded by chicken bones and vomit… i’d call you perfect, too.”
the two of you laughed again in unison. “ahh, i also appreciate how you make saying these things easy.”
surrounded by the ridiculous chaos of the night, a quiet understanding settled between you. you both had this unspoken connection for so long, filled with small moments of shared laughter, knowing looks, and quiet comfort. but tonight felt a little bit different.
as he watched you fidget with the throw pillow, trying to play off your own reaction, he felt a quiet relief. as per usual, he knew you’d understand him even when he didn’t know how to explain himself.
he glanced over at you again, his gaze softening as he took in the way you rested your chin on your hand, giving him that playful, affectionate smile. he shifted closer, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze, as if to say everything he hadn’t yet figured out how to put into words.
the apartment was still a mess, and neither of you was exactly sober, but none of that mattered. here, in this simple, unpolished moment, he felt more certain than he ever had.
loving wasn’t always about grand gestures or perfect timing for the both of you. sometimes, they’re just these messy, awkward, and absolutely stupid moment that makes your relationship perfect. and you thank the stars that both of you had the same understanding of that.
“junhan, come here for a second,” you call, barely containing your excitement as you queue up the video.
he shuffles over, his guitar still slung across his shoulder, looking a little suspicious. “what are you up to?”
“just sit,” you say, grinning as you pat the spot next to you.
he gives you a side-eye but obeys, plopping down beside you. you’re practically bouncing as you press play, and he leans in to watch.
the video starts innocently enough— cute pictures of guitar, then slowly transitioning to pictures of you with the caption,
i love my guitarist side.
the music swells as the caption reappears:
but you don’t play guitar.
his brows furrow slightly, lips twitching like he’s trying to figure it out. but then the video cuts—right to him.
a clip of him shredding his guitar on stage. another of him practicing in the dorm, hair a little messy, head down in full concentration. the camera zooms in on his hands, and the final shot? a candid you took of him in the practice room, bathed in golden light, tuning his guitar like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
the screen fades to black, and you’re biting your lip, waiting for his reaction.
he doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at the screen, blinking. you watch his ears turn red before the rest of his face catches up, his hand automatically coming up to rub the back of his neck.
“wait,” he finally says, voice soft, “this is about me?”
you nod, grinning. “yup,” emphasizing the p. “you’re my guitarist side, duh.”
his lips part slightly like he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a quiet, “oh,” he looks down, then back at you, his gaze flickering between your face and the laptop like he’s still processing, “you made this?”
“yeah,” you nudge his shoulder playfully and proudly adds, “the one and only.”
there’s a pause, and then he lets out a small laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. his ears are bright red now, and you can tell he’s absolutely flustered.
“you’re insane,” he mutters, shaking his head.
“insanely sweet, uh-huh.” you correct, nodding your head as if you’re really agreeing with yourself.
he glances at you, and you swear his smile is the softest thing you’ve ever seen.
“you really think that?” he asks quietly, the teasing tone gone.
“think what?”
“that… i’m, like… part of you.”
his voice is so shy it almost breaks you. you lean back, trying to play it cool despite the sudden urge to squish his face. “well, yeah. obviously. you’re my guitarist, aren’t you?”
he doesn’t respond right away, just looks down at his hands like he’s trying to hide how much he’s smiling. he combs back his hair and licks his lips; actions that you notice he always does when he’s flustered. and then, finally, he looks up, with his eyes meeting yours. there’s this quiet intensity that makes your heart skip. “i like that,” he murmurs, voice soft but steady. “i think you’re part of me, too.”
it’s your turn to be flustered now, heat rushing to your cheeks as you look away. “OKAY,” while you’re not entirely sure why, you said that so defensively, and then added, “STOP.”
“what?” he asks, grinning now, voice teasing again. “you started it.”
“i regret everything.”
“no, you don’t,” he says, leaning closer to nudge your shoulder like you did earlier.
and when you peek through your fingers, his expression is so warm and fond that you know he’s right. you definitely don’t.
thank god for being chronically online and for not having anything else to do.
ughh i just noticed there’s no junhan inner thoughts ughhh (lmao). i made it my goal to always include a peek of the male pov bcs honestly y not. it helps my delusions. not even a week yet and univ ruined my brain already.
bcs i can’t focus on my school responsibilities my wisdom tooth is growing and i’m in pain
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you’re just about to close your laptop, a sigh escaping your lips as you finally wrap up hours of relentless work. the clock on the wall blinks an unforgiving 12:58 AM. you’re ready to crash on your bed, maybe drown yourself in a playlist of soft acoustic songs when— ding dong.
the doorbell rings. at this hour? your heart skips, though not from fear. it’s a familiar skip, like a reflex. there’s only one person who’d do this without hesitation.
pulling the door open, your breath catches in your throat. junhan stands there, snowflakes still clinging to his dark hair, bundled up in a ridiculously oversized parka and a scarf that covers half his face. his cheeks are pink, either from the cold or from his sprint to your apartment. he looks like a walking snowman, and you can’t decide whether to scold him or laugh.
“uh, hi?” you blink at him, your brain still trying to process. “what are you doing here? it’s—” you glance back at the clock, “—one in the morning.”
“it’s snowing.” his voice is muffled behind the scarf, but you catch the boyish excitement in his tone. his eyes crinkle as he holds up a pair of gloves—your gloves. the ones you left at their place weeks ago.
you stare at him, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten. you let him in. “you came all the way here to tell me it’s snowing?”
“no,” he replies, unbothered by your skepticism, “i came all the way here to show you. i knew you’d be too busy to notice.”
the realization hits you like a snowball to the face. your lips part in surprise. “wait, it’s snowing right now?”
“yeah.” your boyfriend pulled the curtains to the side, revealing the quiet magic outside. the streetlights illuminate the falling snow with each flake dancing in the air like tiny miracles. your heart swells, the kid in you waking up.
“you’re insane.” you laugh, but you’re already reaching for your coat. “wait here. let me grab my boots.”
he doesn’t say anything, but you catch the slight smirk peeking above his scarf. he knows you too well. knows you’ll drop everything for this. knows you won’t let this moment pass.
minutes later, you’re both outside, the cold biting your cheeks but your heart impossibly warm. junhan kicks at the snow, starting a half-hearted snowball fight you’re too happy to lose. the two of you walk aimlessly, your laughter echoing in the stillness of the night. it’s not just the snow that feels magical—it’s him, showing up unannounced, reminding you to live, to breathe, to feel.
“thank you,” you say softly, as the snow blankets the world in quiet perfection.
junhan glances at you, his smile visible even with half his face covered. “anytime.”
so ive read some posts on reddit saying that introverts typically get along well with other introverts bcs they are likely to be on the same speed and has a lot more something in common. this might be a little self-indulgent, but it got me thinking, what if: xdinary heroes junhan x introverted s/o?
i can so imagine them being always in their own little world in the corner of a room, either both being quiet while enjoying the detachment or having their own entertainment party. their relationship will also lowkey be low-maintenance; not much PDA, only affectionate when it’s the two of you, occasional sweet talks but very big on acts — a private one. too private that the members didn’t notice or know anything about it until the manager told them yOU HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A MONTH or more ALREADY (SERIOUSLY CACKLING AT THE THOUGHT RN)
and when you two were interrogated about it you both just looked at each other and laughed, saying that you didn’t feel the need to publicize it and actually thought that they already knew. and yes, more often than not, you’re gonna have the type of humor that only the two of you will understand.
all in all, a very cute relationship that understands better what each other wants. partners-in-crime type of relationship. a confident, contented, stable connection that only requires the presence of the two of you to work.
DO YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, KNOW HOW TO COOK SEAFOOD SUNDUBU JJIGGAE? — han hyeongjun
a domestic fluff
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DO YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, KNOW HOW TO COOK SEAFOOD SUNDUBU JJIGGAE?
forty minutes after that message was sent, here you are now, standing in the kitchen of your boyfriend’s dorm, attempting to do what you think is probably the hardest challenge you’ve faced so far in your life. to be fucking honest, you’d rather deal with physics than spend your time learning how to clean shrimps — properly — according to hyeongjun; which, by the way, you thought was gonna be the hardest part of this cooking lesson.
never for a second in your life have you thought measurements would be your downfall.
“why’s it kinda bland?” hyeongjun asks, a minute after he came out of the bathroom.
you’re not built for this.
but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do when she’s craving a meal that’s sold out at every nearby restaurant, and the second-best option involves waiting 3 hours. how unlucky of you to be caught in such a rare event. honestly, blame the cold weather.
both of you stare at the pale-looking soup in the pot. one bears a confused expression; while the other, playing coy.
knowing exactly what went wrong, you nod your head as if you’re not the one in charge of the seasoning. “yeah, it’s kind of anemic.”
he looked at you funnily for a second, then he snickers. the annoying one where he intentionally backs away and covers his mouth just to animatedly tease you. god, how you miss his quiet phase. uncovering him is like opening pandora’s box, you exaggeratedly thought.
“how many cups of chili did you put?” accusingly, he asks you. he took a spoon and scooped a bit to taste-test the soup.
now that you’re suffering, waiting for 3 hours doesn’t seem so bad. “uhm, two? like you said.”
“really? be honest.”
“okay, fine! i couldn’t find your measuring cups, so i just kinda… eyeballed it and hoped for the best,” you admit with an exasperated sigh. rolling your eyes, you add, “look, i thought i had an inner chef. turns out, she needs glasses.”
his laugh is instant, and it’s one of those laughs where you can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying your struggle. “it tastes kinda sad, but we can still add. it might make the seafood quite overcooked, but like you, i will hope for the best.”
you nudged him and acted like you were going to walk out. you had just turned when he caught your elbow and pulled you back closer while laughing and saying he’s kidding and sorry. the cooking lesson ended with him lecturing you about “how 1 cup is approximately about the size of a large apple and how sundubu jjiggae is meant to taste strong— it’s one of the main aspects that makes it comforting during a cold day.” not knowing the first thing about cooking, you nod along like you understand, even though half of it flies over your head.
“here, taste.”
without looking at it as you’re busy with cleaning up the mess you both caused (mostly you), you opened your mouth. he blew over the spoon to cool the hot soup before giving it to you.
“oh, it’s good!” you exclaimed.
the sight of you doing a little wiggle whenever you eat good food made hyeongjun smile. he thinks it’s adorable whenever you do something like that that you probably don’t even notice half the time. you don’t know it, but it’s these little mannerisms of yours and your shared love for food combined is what fuels him to learn more recipes just so he can cook them for you.
feeling a bit shy from his thoughts, hyeongjun just gives you a thumbs-up and moves the pot to the table.
“next time, you’re in charge of cleanup,” you mumble, taking a seat across from him.
he grins. “fine with me. but only if you promise to actually measure next time.”
you roll your eyes again but with a smile this time. the first spoonful of warm, slightly overcooked seafood sundubu jjigae hits your tongue, and you’re pleasantly surprised at how comforting it actually really is.
as you both eat, he rests his elbow on the table, watching you with that fond look a tsundere like him always tries to hide. “you know,” he starts, then pauses, like he’s deciding whether to say what’s on his mind. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or else I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble with you.”
“oh, please, you love this chaos,” you replied, nudging his leg under the table as if you’re not at all taken aback by him calling you cute. ahhh, pandora’s box— you once again thought to stop you from giggling and kicking your feet (lol).
“yeah,” he admits quietly. his lips curving into a soft smile did not escape your eyes.
moments like this make you think that maybe, just maybe, he’s your favorite part of the day.
later, as you’re stacking the dishes in the sink, he wraps his arm around your shoulders from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “next time, i’m gonna ask you to teach me how to bake,” he murmurs, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek.
and for a second, this time, it was you that paused. not because of the physical affection — those are starting to feel normal now — but because it hits you just how easy this is. the playful banter, the teasing, the warmth of him. this. it feels like something you could get used to. something you both already are.
ahhh univ works will be starting again this week. i hope and pray i wont get discouraged to write. i hope this coming sem will be better than the last one. the last one drained me out like a bitch
also, im sorry 4 the music. this has been playing in my head for 2-days now and thought maybe i could try to force it into this fic lmao
