Summary: A quiet afternoon at a local library turns into the start of something new when the school's most popular boy falls for the resident nerd over a book...literally.
kio's diary | Hi my loves !! this fic is based on this request. As I've said before, I haven't seen true beauty so this might not be as accurate to the show but I still hope you enjoy. Requests are always open<3
(dividers by @kodaswrld)
(made for @fleurenjun)
The Bellwood Public Library was small, quiet, and had a lingering smell of vanilla dust and old paperbacks. It was a kind of place no one from Saebom High School stepped foot in unless they were desperate.
In this case, you were desperate.
The final copy of Astrophysics for Curious Minds had been checked out for weeks. This was bad news considering the fact that your research project was due in four days. When the online catalog updated that Sunday morning, announcing the return of the book, you nearly sprinted the four blocks from your house.
You rounded the corner into the science aisle and stopped dead in your tracks.
A tall figure stood in front of the exact shelf that you were heading towards. Broad shoulders, varsity jacket, pink hair.
Just by those details alone, you knew who it was.
Uemura Tomoya.
Starting quarterback. Student body president. Human embodiment of charm and confidence. The kind of guy who high-fived freshmen in the hallway and somehow knew everyone's name.
He was also the last person you expected to see holding the book you needed.
His hand reached out at the exact same moment that yours did.
Your fingers grazed his.
You both grabbed the spine.
A beat of silence passed between you two.
"Uh," he said, glancing down at your hands tangled together, then at you. "I think I had it first."
"You didn't," you shot back immediately, tightening your grip. "I've been waiting three weeks for this."
He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. "Funny. So have I."
You tugged.
He tugged back.
"Let go," you hissed, looking around to make sure the librarian Mrs.Donnelly wasn't watching from the front desk.
"You let go first." he countered, smiling like this was the highlight of his day.
"This is for my academic future."
"It's for mine too."
"You don't even know what astrophysics are!"
"You don't know that."
"You're literally the quarterback."
"And?" His grin widened. "You think we can't read?"
You gave the book a sharp pull.
He stumbled forward.
You stumbled back.
In a tragic, humiliating, slow-motion chain reaction, your heel got caught on the carpet seam.
You fell.
He fell with you.
The book fell from both of your hands as he landed right on top of you with a startled "whoa!"
The air whooshed out of your lungs.
Silence.
Tomoya's hands were planted on either side of your head. Your back was pressed against the thin library carpet. His face was hovering inches away from yours.
In that moment, you were suddenly very aware of how warm he felt.
Very aware of how close his lips were.
Aware of how his expression shifted from playful to something entirely different.
Something gentle.
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
"You okay?" he asked quietly.
You swallowed. "Get off of me."
He blinked, then scrambled up, offering his hand.
You ignored it and stood up on your own, brushing the invisible dust off your sweater. The book lay abandoned between you.
For a second, neither of you moved, as if time had frozen in place.
Then he bent down, picked up the book, and held it out to you.
"You take it." he said.
Your brain short-circuited. "What?"
"I'll figure something out."
You stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
He shrugged, although there was something unreadable in his eyes. "Guess I owe you for tackling you in a library."
"You fell."
"Because you pulled."
You hesitated before taking the book. Your fingers brushed again.
"Thanks." you muttered.
"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. "See you around."
You thought that would be the end of it.
Turns out, it wasn't.
Monday morning, Saebom High felt different.
Or maybe you did.
You were halfway to your locker when you felt it.
That stare.
You glanced up.
Across the hallway, leaning against the lockers like he didn't have a care in the world, stood Tomoya.
He wasn't talking to anyone.
He was looking at you.
When your eyes met, he didn't look away.
Instead, he smirked slightly, as if you shared some type of secret.
Heat crawled up your neck.
You turned away too quickly and nearly walked chest-first into a sophmore.
From that day on, the tension was unbearable.
In chemistry, you'd feel his gaze on you during lab.
In lunch, his laughter would cut through the noise and make your stomach flip.
Once, in the hallway, your shoulders brushed as you passed each other.
Neither of you exchanged any words.
But the air felt electric.
Soon, your friends started to notice.
"Why does Tomoya always stare at you?" Your bestfriend Mia demanded one afternoon.
"He doesn't"
"He totally does. He looks at you as if he's in love or something."
You weren't sure what unsettled you more -- the staring, or the fact that you were starting to look for it.
Then came Friday.
You stayed late after school to finish a project in the library. Predictable, you knew.
What you didn't expect was to find Tomoya there.
Alone.
Sitting at a table with his notebook open.
He looked up as you walked in.
There it was again
That stare.
"You're stalking my study spots now?" you asked, trying to sound unaffected.
He huffed out a laugh. "I could say the same to you."
You paused before sitting at the opposite end of the table.
A wave of quietness stretched between you.
Thick.
Finally, he closed his notebook.
"Can I ask you something?"
You braced yourself. "Sure."
"Why do you look at me like I'm going to ruin your life?"
Your head snapped up. "I don't."
"You do."
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table.
"I don't get it. I mean...I thought we were kind of...okay? After the whole library wrestling incident."
Your face burned. "That was embarrassing."
"For you?" he asked softly. "Because it's honestly the best thing that's happened to me in a while."
Your brain went blank.
"Huh?"
He stood, slowly walking around the table until he was in front of you.
"Ever since that day," he admitted, voice lower now, "I can't stop thinking about you."
Your pulse pounded in your ears.
"You barely even know me."
"I want to."
The sincerity in his expression knocked the sarcasm right out of you.
"I like that you fought me for a book," he continued. "I like that you didn't care who I was. I like that you look at me like I have something to prove."
He stepped closer.
"And I want to."
You stood before your knees could betray you.
"You're already popular," you whispered. "You don't need to prove anything."
"Maybe I do," he said gently. "Just not to everyone."
The space between you shrank.
Your breath hitched.
"If I kiss you," he murmured, "are you going to tackle me again?"
Despite everything, you laughed.
"Probably."
"Worth it."
At that moment, he kissed you.
Soft at first. Testing the waters.
When you didn't pull away, his hand slid to your waist, steadying you. Your fingers curled into the front of his jacket.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't rushed.
It felt like a dream.
When you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless.
"So," he started, forehead resting lightly against yours. "Does this mean I can borrow your astrophysics book sometime?"
You rolled your eyes, yet you were smiling.
"Maybe," you said. "If you promise not to fall on me again."
SYNOPSIS: getting soaked (🤨) at the amusement park was on your 2026 bucket list, but somehow it brings you a cute pink-haired boy that also got soaked from the same ride! how possible is it that this same boy can score a date with you?
WC: 6K+ (the way this was supposed to be only 1K max...)
WARNINGS: secondhand embarassement (yes this is a warning), teasing, light swearing... ALSO EUNCHAE IS UR BSF HERE!!! we love eunchae in this house.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMG I LOVE TOMOYA BUT I LOVE YU....BUT HARU....THEN THEN SEITA....OMG YUKI.....HYUI AAAAAAAAAA BUT GEON, in conclusion i love nexz. so i decided to write this for the community!!!
“Y/N, that’s really not a good idea…” Your best friend, Eunchae, said, her eyes widening at the sight of the speedy boat approaching the deck you were standing on.
And she stepped backwards to avoid the water.
“You don’t get it! This is the most amazing part of the whole park!”
Yet, you barely had time to finish your sentence before a cold tsunami crested the barrier separating the ride from the rest of the park and crashed down on you.
You let out a loud shriek; you were dying of laughter as you threw your hands up in a futile attempt to shield yourself, but the water soaked into your clothes in barely five seconds.
In front of you was Eunchae, taking stupid pictures of everything, the ride, and you, bursting out in laughter as you wiped a bunch of wet locks out of your face, tucked them behind your ear, and looked over at the rest of the deck, just to notice that you weren’t the only one who was in the mercy of the merciless tsunami.
A few feet away from you, you heard that undeniable breathless laughter that you commonly shared with Eunchae when everything was going comically amazing.
It was a guy with a dripping, oversized t-shirt and a silver chain plastered to his now-exposed collarbone.
His pink hair was completely soaked, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, and he looked really excited as he lifted his head to catch his breath and look at his friends.
“THE EXTREME SPLASH SIGN IS RIGHT THERE!” One of the guys in his friend group shouted, he looked hot-tempered but the cutest, “AND YOUR GROWN ASS DECIDED TO GET WET!”
The pink-haired guy groaned as his face was delighted in a huge grin despite the icy water that dripped down his chin. He turned to his friend and shot him gun fingers as he threw an exasperated look at him, “Chill, Haru, it’s the middle of the afternoon, and I could dry up easily! It’s supposed to be fun!”
Haru (who you supposed to be the one with the shortest hair) clicked his tongue before letting a smile creep up to his face, and that made the pink har guy laugh, though he shivered as a drop rolled down the back of his neck.
As he laughed, he noticed you wringing out the hem of your sleeve with a huge smile on your face, and you tucked another stray lock behind your ear as you talked to Eunchae.
And then your eyes landed on him once again, and his teasing smirk softened into something curious and genuine; his hair colour and his flashy grin immediately caught your eye.
“Huh, Huh? What’s this? Why’s he coming this way?!” Eunchae exclaimed suddenly, and you hid your face in shyness. Why is he coming this way, indeed?
You froze as the sound of the wet footsteps approached your figure on the deck, and through the stray pieces that you failed to tuck behind your ear, you watched as the pink-haired guy casually…skipped (?) his way over to where you and Eunchae were standing, seeming unbothered by the fact that his shirt was literally glued to his body.
“Y/N, this is your chance at having your cute k-drama moment,” Eunchae whispered, her voice filled with enthusiasm and mischief as she nudged your arm, and that made you feel a warm blush rise up to your cheeks.
But before you could retreat or even run from your destined fate, a shadow loomed over you.
“Hey,” a voice so bright and genuine called out, and you had to finally face the boy standing right in front of you with a huge grin, despite his wet clothes, his energy dried it all up with how warm it felt. “You look like a wet rat.”
You let out an offended gasp as you breathlessly laughed, “Hey, that’s mean to say to a girl!”
Tomoya’s eyes widened all of a sudden as he held his hands up in surrender, chuckling at the failed attempt of mocking you.
“Oh, no, wait! I swear I didn’t mean it like that—!” He defended himself, flashing that same smile that actually drove you insane.
He ran a hand through his soaked pink hair, sending a few droplets to the already wet deck, “I meant it in the most endearing and cute way possible! We’re both soaked, right?”
“I mean, yeah…” You replied as you let out a futile sigh.
“Then, I’m Tomoya!” He grinned for the nth time that day as he looked back at his friends than at you, “Nice to meet you!”
Eunchae watched both of you, nudging your ribs with her elbow once again just to remind you that she was always there, but still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his presence and that cute smile of his.
And as if his non-existent tail wagged in excitement, you forgot to introduce yourself, and that embarrassed you. “Oh, right, I’m Y/N!”
“Y/N,” He said, as if he were trying how your name would roll off his tongue, “That’s a nice name.”
“Yours too, I guess?” You scoffed, and he giggled.
“Matches your drip, too,” he added with a wink, gesturing between his damp hair and yours, and that made you actually laugh genuinely at a guy’s joke.
“TOMOYAAAAAAAA!” Haru yelled from a few feet away, “STOP FLIRTING WITH PRETTY GIRLS AND LET US EAT!” He tried to wring out his own wet shirt with pure annoyance drawn on his face while the other guys hysterically laughed at him.
Tomoya didn’t even bother turning around; he just waved a hand dismissively in their direction as he tilted his head, “They’re just hangry; they always get this cranky when they’re out of food.” He whispered to you, leaning just a little bit closer, and he smiled really nicely.
A hint of citrus cologne clung to him along with the chlorine water.
“So, Y/N,” he continued, his eyes crinkling shut as he smiled, “Since your friend here—Hi! I’m Tomoya!—” He waved at Eunchae, to which she awkwardly waved back, “—is a photographer. Do you think you could help me with something?”
You blinked, still confused about this whole encounter, “Um, sure? But with what?”
“A tie-breaker!”
What is a tie-breaker…?
“Haru and Hyui say I look horrible. Even though I feel like I eat every outfit up, but anyway,” He said, stepping back and turning fully to show off his ‘cool’ outfit to you, and that made you giggle, “Be honest with me, Y/N, should I go buy a souvenir jump-suit to save myself, or do I wait until all this dries up?”
Eunchae snickered at that, already raising her phone to secretly record the interaction between you, “Aw, this is so cute already!”
And that intervention made both your faces heat up.
Tomoya’s gaze stayed locked on yours as a lopsided grin widened on his face, his eyebrows wiggled as he waited for your answer, and he looked incredibly, extremely, and absolutely hopeful that your opinion would excite him.
You bit your lower lip, fighting the urge to laugh at his spinning and hopeful eyes as you looked him up and down, and to be completely fair, his outfit seemed pretty cool.
The oversized shirt was clinging to his shoulders, slightly transparent now. The silver chain caught the sunlight, and his damp pink hair honestly looked better like this.
So you went ahead as you huffed lightly.
“Want me to be completely honest?” You said, tilting your head as you took a step closer.
“Yes! I take harsh constructive criticism too!”
“If I’m being honest…”
“Yeah?” Tomoya leaned in closer, waiting with gleaming eyes for the answer he was awaiting.
“You look good.”
Tomoya’s face lit up immediately; the pure relief and joy on his visage made it seem like he had just won the lottery.
He let out a victorious laugh as he threw his head back slightly before looking down at you and smiling from ear to ear.
“GET THAT YOU HATERS!” Tomoya yelled over his shoulder as he shot a smirk toward where the rest of his friends stood, and then Haru leaned on one of the guys and gave him the middle finger.
Later on, he turned back at you, his eyes once again crinckling shut as he took another step closer to you, leaving barely any inch between you, and Eunchae in the background shrieked excitedly.
“Don’t get too confident, though!” You added, rolling your eyes playfully to hide how fast your heart was beating. “You still look like a wet penguin!”
“A wet penguin that’s stylish,thank you very very much,” Tomoya shot back and giggled as he brushed his hand over his pink hair,then he paused. His expression softening into realization, and that scared you for an instant. “You know what?”
“Yeah?” You curiously replied, “Need another evaluation, I assume?”
“Actually,” He blinked twice before continuing, eyes sparkling brighter than any star, “You guys hungry? If you don’t mind, would you both tag along with us to the food stall?”He practically jumped in his place as you smiled knowingly at him. “How about we ride the Nexz ride later too? What do you say?”
Eunchae didn’t even let you answer; she enthusiastically nudged your shoulder (which reminded you to slap her afterwards for the number of times she had nudged you that afternoon…) with a look of pure delight and excitement. “Yes,” she said immediately, “She’d—we’d love to!”
“Eunchae!” You let out a small laugh, looking up at Tomoya, then at Eunchae, “I mean…”
“Come on, Y/N, it will be really fun!” Eunchae added, and you couldn’t help but press your lips together as if you were deep in thought.
“I don’t think I can say no to food after all this, not gonna lie…”
Tomoya blinked once and then broke into that grin you’ve learned to adore. “Nice!” He said, happy with your answer.
“You owe me boba after this,” you muttered under your breath as you nudged Eunchae for the first time, and she looked at you like you'd given birth to her children.
And then, Tomoya stepped back slightly and suddenly started running in triumph to where his friends were waiting for him, “GUYS, THEY SAID YES!”
“Oh my God,” Eunchae chuckled, grabbing your arm as she also started to follow him, “He really wants that cookie, huh?”
“I can definitely see that Chae…” You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, because, why not? What could this mysterious yet excited Tomoya bring to you today?
Then came the afternoon sun that tried it’s best to dry up your clothes, leaving you to shiver afterwards to the small breeze that passed by, but still, you felt really warm.
And it was entirely thanks to Tomoya’s radiating energy that made you realize, he’s not as bad as half.
“Guys! We have a plan!” Tomoya shouted, and Haru simply slapped his forehead in disbelief while the others also groaned.
“Please, don’t do anything that’s too crazy.” One of the guys said, As you got closer, you noticed how tall he was, “Or else I’ll throw you into the sky.”
“Seita, relax.” Tomoya replied, “I swear I won’t do anything that’s too crazy…perhaps…”
“MOYA!” All of them cried out, and that made you and Eunchae lose your minds from how funny it was.
Tomoya then gestured back at both of you with a huge grin, “We’re going to the giant snack bar next to the REAL NEXZ ride, they have the craziest churros and fries combo ever!”
“Sure, but can I get to know the company first? It’d be weird if we were just with you, not knowing who we are with.” Eunchae leaned in, holding your arm as you both of you waved at the group of men in front of you.
“Then, as the leader of the group—”
“You’re not the leader—”
“ANYWAY!”Tomoya clapped his hands together, glaring right back at one of the guys who just snickered at his teasing, ”Let’s do the proper introductions!”
And you’ve started to notice how his pink hair has started to dry up with the sun’s warmth, his grin still on his face as he went to Haru.
“This, girls, is the loud yelling one, who always acts like a zombie when he’s hungry!” Tomoya chuckled as Haru jammed his elbow in his chest, “That’s Haru, he’s really nice though!”
Haru let out a scoff in annoyance, though a small smile crept onto his face as he gave a nod in your direction, to which you waved back.
“And this guy who just threatened to throw me into the sky is our lovely Seita,” Tomoya continued, pointing to the tall boy who had just spoken up, and Seita smiled at you, “Don’t worry, he only says that because he loves me.”
“I really don’t,” Seita whispered to you, and Eunchae doubled in laughter because it was so funny. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Seita.”
“And then,” Tomoya pointed to another blond guy, who gave you a sweet smile and a small wave, “This is Yuhi, but we call him Hyui! He’s really sweet and will be the only responsible guy who would match any of your freaks immediately!”
“Hey,” He smiled at Eunchae, then at you, “Nice to meet you, and ignore his ass for the meanwhile, he just feels like this whenever he sees something he likes.”
“You mean, someone—” Haru coughed, and Tomoya jabbed him in the rib.
“Anyway! Over here is the eldest Yu, our founding father, the greatest grandpa, the most fit guy in the group, and the one who’s scared of really scary places or things!” Tomoya finished, pointing straight to a quieter guy who stood near the edge of the group, trying his best to look nonchalant.
Yu let out a small laugh at whatever Tomoya had said, running a hand through his hair and offering a polite smile that contrasted with his sharp body features, “For the love of God, ignore what he just said. I’m barely a year older than him.”
“Yeah, whatever you say you crow, anyway, that’s Geon right there! And he’s the one who double-dared me into jumping in the water.” Tomoya added, laughing as he pushed Geon’s shoulder gently, to which the latter returned with a sassy eyeroll, “Go die or something, I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”
“Geon, please, in what world do you think I wouldn’t do that?” Tomoya whined, though his pout lasted only for a second before returning to his flashy grin, “And the best for last!”
“Best for last? I see how it is.” Yu muttered as he glared at Tomoya’s smily face.
“Best for last, is me! Hey, hey! I’m Yuki!” The smaller boy announced, and you were awed in cuteness; he was super adorable. “Nice to meet you!”
“Hey, Yuki!” Eunchae replied, “Nice to meet you, too!”
You then leaned against her arm, your shoulders shaking with giggles as you watched the seven boys just roast each other, and you felt Eunchae nudge your ribs again for the nth time, her eyes gleaming with a clear message that screamed, ‘I told you so!’
You felt a warm blush creep up your neck, but you couldn’t help but think how amazing this day would be…of course, other than your wet clothes.
“Well, it’s really nice to meet all of you. I'm Y/N, and she’s Eunchae, my dearest. It’s lovely seeing you guys!” You said, offering everyone of them a wave, “Even if Moya, right here, is trying to make us all get super soaked.”
“Hey, Y/N!” Tomoya giggled as he tried hiding his blushing face, “I’m not that evil!”
And without missing a beat, he snatched a jacket Yu was holding and gently draped it over your shoulders.
The fabric was still warm from the sun and Yu’s hold, and it smelled like citrus cologne. You let out a soft gasp, surprised by the gesture, and pulled the oversized sleeves over your wet body, “What a gentleman!” You shrieked out, to which Tomoya returned with a small tilt of his head.
“You’re going to freeze to death if you stay in those wet clothes while we walk to the food stall,” he replied, his teasing smirk slowly faded into a genuine smile, and you noticed that his pink hair had almost dried up, and slightly became fluffy from the breeze as it fell perfectly on his forehead.
“Moya Moya Tomoya, why did you take my jacket? To flirt with it? You’re not slick!’ Yu asked, though he didn’t seem annoyed or angry, just amused by the fact that Tomoya was seriously straightforward. He crossed his arms as he raised his eyebrows in interest.
“I’m not slick, I did it because, as Y/N said, I’m a gentleman!” The pink-haired boy shot back, sticking his tongue out at the older boy before ignoring him and looking right back at you, his eyes shut close again as he smiled, and Eunchae leaned against your side even more, letting out a sigh that was loud enough for the whole group to hear, “Oh, Sir Tomoya! The chivalry! I am utterly bereft of consciousness upon beholding this unprecedented spectacle!”
“What the hell,” you cackled as the rest of the group laughed, your face flushed into a color deeper than Tomoya’s pink hair, pulling the jacket tighter around your shoulders as you ducked your head slightly, looking up to smile at him.
“Thank you, Tomoya,” You murmured, your voice way too soft and delicate.
“Anytime, Y/N.” He replied, taking a fraction of a step closer to you, making the space between you and him practically invisible.
“Okay, you lovebirds,” Haru cut in flatly, grabbing Tomoya by the collar and yanking him back, “We’re starving. Let’s fricking go.”
Tomoya stumbled back with a laugh, not even resisting, “You’re so dramatic, it’s insane how annoying you are, man.”
“So, Haru shot back. “Look at me and tell me if I give a fuck.”
“Hmm,” Tomoya looked at Haru’s annoyed face, “Nah.”
“Then, let’s GO EAT!”
✿
At the food stall, there was pure chaos; everybody argued over everything, even you and Eunchae.
“Yo, guys! Let’s pause the whole bickering stuff and sit, reflect, and THEN! Order!” Tomoya announced, leaning against the plastic railing of the stall, he turned to you, “And you too, Y/N! Just because you’re really cute, I won’t let you off the hook!”
Everybody groaned in annoyance, and your heart beat faster at his unbelievably flirty words, because who would just say that?
And that casually?
And what would you even reply to that?
And as soon as you started to register the fact that Eunchae heard his teasing remark, she shrieked, jumping up and down excitedly, “Oh my GOD! He didn’t!”
“Chae, shut up!” You whispered, trying to keep your composure, but your face didn’t help your situation at all.
“Shameless as hell,” Yu muttered under his breath, being the second victim to hear Tomoya’s remarks to you. But he just passed by you, smirking as he searched for empty seats.
“I’m sick to my stomach,” Seita added as he tagged along with Yu. “Get me out of here asap.”
And what was worse, is that Tomoya did’t even dare bother looking a teeny bit apologetic, he just shot Seita and Yu a pathetic and dramatic look as he pushed both of them to nowhere in particular.
“You wound me, both. I’m sorry that you don’t pull girls like me!” Tomoya whispered, though, right now, his cheeks flushed with a hue that matched his hair, and his eyes immediately returned to yours, waiting for a reply.
“Eunchae. I’m going to rnf you, don’t even say a word right now!” You hissed, wincing at how your body decided to send your face into a heated radiation that was obviously visible.
Hyui and Yuki walked up to the counter, grabbing three menus as they looked to you, laughing and giggling at their friend’s tactics.
The blond held out one of the menus toward you, still smiling as he said, “Here,” he said kindly, “before he says something worse.”
“I heard that, Hyui!” Tomoya yelled from where he was pushing Yu and Seita to newfound empty seats.
“Whatever, we finally found seats!” Haru called out, gesturing for you to sit down.
You let out a breathy laugh, sighing in the process as you grabbed Eunchae’s hand and took the laminated menu from Hyui, nodding in gratitude, “Thank you, Hyui, our actual lifesaver.”
“I try my best,” He chuckled, leaning as he glared at Tomoya, who was currently being manhandled on the table by Yu, “Otherwise, the rest of the boys, other than Seita, would’ve been getting kicked out.”
You walked over to the table with Eunchae, still feeling slightly wet, but drier than before. As you sat down on the wooden bench next to your best friend, and well, Tomoya somehow, that just so happened to slide next to you, the gap between you was almost non-existent, and that same smell that lingered in the air seemed to cling to you more than him.
“Alright, let’s talk important stuff now,” Tomoya spoke, leaning over the table with a menu in hand, propping his chin on his palm, and looking straight at you, then at Eunchae, and then the rest of the guys. “Are we going with the fries or the churros or both?”
“Both,” you said, tilting your head, “It’s only reasonable to mix salty and sweet for nine people.”
“This is exactly why I—” He beamed, before quickly shying out, “I—I mean, yeah! Exactly!”
“Tomoya,” Geon called out, and the older one ignored him, looking at the menu instead to hide the blush that crept up his face.
“Classic cinnamon sugar churros and chocolate-loaded fries? Or do you guys have anything else to recommend?” He added.
Geon leaned over the table, snatching the menu right out of Tomoya’s hands like he was personally offended.
“First of all,” he said, scanning it quickly, “you don’t get to ask us, you commit to the menu. Get both and stop acting like this is a life decision.”
“Thank you,” Haru added,“Finally, someone with sense.”
“Hyui, NO!” Yuki whispered, slightly shaking Hyui’s shoulders because he was stealing fries from another table, “Are you that desperate?!”
Hyui shrugged, completely unbothered by the fact that somebody saw him in the act, “Hey, I mean, it’s not stealing if they’re just leaving it there for the flies!”
“Hyui, you idiot, you’re going to get us banned from this park!” Yu sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in complete defeat, trying his best to keep his calm composure, but it was impossible since you burst out laughing.
Tomoya took the opportunity to lean in even closer to you, “You see what I have to deal with?” He whispered, nudging his shoulder playfully against your small ones, “It’s a miracle that we’re even alive.”
“Oh, please!” Eunchae chimed in, leaning against the other side of your shoulder to push you closer to Tomoya, “You’re saying this as if you are the most sane one here!”
“Eunchae…” Tomoya gasped, clutching his (pearls) chest in offense, “I thought we had something!”
“Sure you do,” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief, “That’s why everybody, especially Haru, groans whenever you wanna do something.”
Geon, in the meantime, had gone to the cashier and ordered, splayed his limbs across the table as he cheered loudly, “Thanks for paying Moya!”
“Wait, what—” Tomoya blinked, his jaw dropping as he frantically searched for his wallet, “Since when did I agree to pay for you guys?!” He protested, pouting, before snatching the receipt from Geon’s wavering hands.
“How much is it?” You asked, and he gasped as he looked at the final price of everything, slowly crushing the paper in his hand before muttering,
“Two hundred. You are the worst.”
“Since you decided to shamelessly flirt with Y/N in front of all of us,” Yu said, smirking as he stretched his arms, “Consider that as tax for embarrassing all of us and making us feel single.”
“That’s so right,” Eunchae agreed, folding her arms and nodding, “It’s too much for our eyes to see a lovey-dovey couple in the matter of an hour!”
“We aren’t—”
“Y/N and I aren’t like that—”
And then did the rest of the table erupt into laughter, Haru being the loudest one of them all.
“W-We aren’t like that!” He protested, his cheeks turning a fresh round of pink. “…yet.”
He whispered that part so sneakily that only you and Eunchae heard it, and you knew you were so cooked because she wouldn’t let this go. “You guys heard that, right? He literally said yet, man's plotting.”
“Chae, holy shit! Oh my God, stop!” You hissed again at her teasing remarks, ducking your head to hide your heating face behind the jacket that Tomoya offered you.
“Did I say that?” He replied to Eunchae, “I never did. What are you on?”
“Yeah, whatever, get married already, OH MY GOOD, FOOD’S HERE!” Haru dismissed the topic completely as soon as he saw the three full plates of chocolate-loaded fries and churros being carried over by the server.
His eyes widened as he immediately thanked the attendant and smiled enthusiastically, focusing entirely on the food in front of him, along with Yuki and Hyui, whose wrists were slapped instantly by Yu and Seita.
“Ladies first, you guys!” Yu said, trying to look as stern as possible, “How could you let Moya be more gentleman than you two?”
And those words piqued Tomoya’s interest. He puffed out his chest in a mocking way and placed his hands on his hips as he annoyingly said, “Exactly! Thank you, Yuyu! Take notes from me, you suckers!”
“Oh, shut up!” Haru groaned, rolling his eyes, even if there was a hint of genuine laughter bubbling up in his face, “Don’t let it get to your head!”
"The jacket looks better on her anyway," Tomoya shot back, turning his gaze back to you. He was literally trying to rizz you up with every single attempt possible, and it worked every single time, ugh!
“Are you going to eat all this, or are you gonna stare at me all day?” You peeked out from behind the jacket to finally look at him, trying your best to distract him from just staring at you.
And that made Tomoya freeze for a second, before scoffing and grabbing a fry just to munch on it and ignore how red his ears became.
“Okay, enough,” Yu cut in, sliding one of the trays slightly toward you and Eunchae, “ladies first.”
“Thank you, sir Yu!” Eunchae smiled as she took a chocolate fry, nudging you to take one too. You nodded in gratitude before letting out a satisfied hum at the delicious taste.
“Okay, this actually tastes insane,” Eunchae said, already taking a second bite and melting instantly, “Oh my God!”
“RIGHT?!” Tomoya perked up again, turning toward you, pushing the tray next to you as if your reaction mattered more than anyone else’s, “Try it, try it! It’s really awesome, what the hell?! ”
“I am, I am!” you said between a laugh, taking a bite. “You’re so right, I’m—woah!”
Your eyes gleamed up at how amazing the second bite tasted better than the first, and so did Tomoya’s eyes. Because the second he noticed you actually sparkling in joy, he did too.
“I’m such a genius!” He exclaimed, finally stretching his arms in the air, “It’s super good!”
“Relax, you idiot. It was literally the standard pick on the menu!” Geon replied, already devouring half of the churros with the help of Seita and Yuki. “And don’t do what I’m thinking you’re going to do! AND STOP TAKING FROM MY SIDE!” he snapped, shielding the churros like his life depended on it.
“It’s SHARED!” Yuki shot back, already halfway through another one.
“What?” Tomoya smirked, gently laying his arm on your shoulders, and that made you jump from the sudden proximity. How bold is this guy, really?!
You froze for a split second as your eyes widened and your heart did the craziest backflip. It felt insane yet so natural, like his arm always belonged there.
And that action caught Eunchae so off guard that she choked over a small chocolate fry, to which Hyui offered a small napkin, and you shot her a desperate pleading look that shouted, ‘DO NOT BRING THIS UP!’ But even if it was surprising to you, you didn’t pull away.
“Moya. I swear on your life, if you make a scene,” Seita warned, pointing his half-churro at him as if it were a gun, “I’ll ruin your day and even your life. We are eating in peace, and you’re trying your weird flirting skills on the poor girl, leave her alone!”
“No right, like show us some respect,” Geon added, even though his puppy energy radiated in the atmosphere (?), “like bro, we’re eating, please.”
Tomoya ignored every single one of them, turning his head to get closer to you, “You guys are mad, ‘cause you don’t get game! Sucks to be you, you losers!”
“I’m perfectly fine and happy,” Seita replied, shaking his head in disbelief as a smile cracked through his face, “I’d rather watch this newfound couple, anyway.”
“How many times should I remind you, guys!” You spoke out, “We’re not a couple! We just met like an hour ago!”
Haru, with your words, let out the craziest hysterical laugh ever, throwing his head back and slapping the table while he choked on the churro he was eating, “I can’t—I can’t!”
“Friendzoned, dude. You’re absolutely cooked.” Yuki chuckled, shaking a middle finger in front of his face as he stuck out his tongue in mockery, “That’s actually bad. Like reaaaaally bad.”
“Guys, just, you know what? Fuck every single one of you, except the girls!” Tomoya pouted, rolling his eyes playfully.
Yu folded his arms, leaning against the back of the bench. “Well, you heard the lady. An hour is barely enough time to figure out who’s gonna get asked out by the ahjummas, let alone anything else.”
“Thank you, Yu!” You sighed, though you leaned in closer to where Tomoya was, and you felt his breath hitch at your sudden closeness.
You were doomed, like actually doomed.
Whatever, you don’t even remember anything else afterwards, because all you did was devour the churros and fries, roast the guys, laugh and giggle, and then get food coma with Eunchae.
And the main thing that was stuck in your memory was that Tomoya clung to you like a magnet.
Much, much later, the sun had dipped just enough to cast long, golden streaks and shadows across the amusement park, painting the sky in blue, pink, and yellow hues.
You were still wearing the jacket that Tomoya gave you, even if you were fully dried up, and you lay on the table, with a hand over your stomach and the other on your hair.
“Food coma,” You groaned, and everybody agreed.
“Worth it, I say it was all good to be fair,” Hyui added, and Tomoya groaned loudly at that.
“It was not worth two hundred. Get out.”
“Cry about it,” Haru intervened, making everybody lazily laugh about it, but the thing was, everybody looked extremely tired and done for that you started to doubt wether they would be able to even finish half the rides in this park.
It was really worth it, tough. But you weren’t going to admit that to Tomoya, not anytime soon…
Haru’s head was resting directly on his forearms, as his eyes were closed. Seita was leaning against the back of the bench, softly humming a tune while staring off into space and thinking, and even Yu looked like he needed a fat nap. Meanwhile, you rested your cheek against the cool wooden table, your left hand tangled in the fluffy pink fabric of Tomoya’s hair, absentmindedly petting it as he pouted with his head practically resting on your shoulder.
“If we don’t move or do something in the next few minutes,” Eunchae mumbled from the seat next to you, dragging open her eyes, “we’re actually doomed, we’re gonna sleep right here until the security searches for us like those three am YouTube videos.”
“Eunchae’s right,” Seita agreed, returning to the real world, “Moya Moya Tomoya, we need to decide if we go to that wet ride again or do another one.”
Tomoya groaned, “I don’t wanna get wet again; I’ve reached my peak.”
“Would you look at that?” You laughed, “The all-mighty Tomoya has finally reached tiredness, crazy.”
“You’re really bad, Y/N!” Tomoya whined, and you pulled his hair with your fist, making him slap your hand away.
“I know, I’m the baddest.” And Eunchae high-fived you in agreement.
Tomoya huffed, rubbing the spot you just pulled, though he didn’t even try to move away from you. Instead, he leaned in closer until his entire visage was on your shoulder, using it like a pillow, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or else I would’ve kicked you.” He grumbled, though he was smiling.
“It felt necessary,” you replied, dragging out your voice into a yawn, and Yu let out a long sigh before standing up and startling everybody.
“Let’s go to the Nexzu ride?” He suggested, “It’d be better than actually getting wet like these two right here.”
“True to that,” Geon said as he stretched finally.
“I second that,” Haru added, “I wanna do one last ride before going home.”
Eunchae sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes before a scary spark lit them up, and you knew she was up to no good with that look.
She glanced from you to Tomoya, leaning over the table just enough to get into your line of sight. And taking out her phone to capture the moment before lazily saying, "So, our honeymoon couple, before we go, do I need to prepare for any romantic antics again, or should I just relax and have Y/N to myself?"
You let out a groan that was muffled by the table, unable to stop your cheeks from heating up once again. "Chae, I am begging you to let it go already. You drained my social battery so much today, and it's usually the opposite!"
"Don't worry, Y/N, I'll protect you from her," Tomoya whispered. He shifted his hand until his fingers were loosely intertwined with yours near your stomach. giving your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. "We can just take the slow route to the exit, and I'll even buy you that boba at the mall later to make up for the sudden intrusion."
You thought about it for a while, smiling as your thumb ran gently over the back of his bigger one, “That sounds like a date.” You murmured, and Tomoya perked up immediately to your side, hugging you completely as the others watched in disbelief.
“GUYS! HOLY SHIT— sorry for swearing, Y/N— IT’S A DATE, I’M GOING ON A DATE WITH A BADDIE, WE’VE UPGRADED!”
“Shut up, please, and let us go!” Seita chuckled, already picking up a deadbeat Yuki and a sleepy Hyui, and everybody right after that followed.
“I’m so done,” Haru muttered, already walking ahead, not even bothering to look back, “leave them here, let’s go, Geonnie and Yu.”
“Real, as hell.” Geon agreed as he dragged Yu along with him, and you couldn’t help but think how lucky Tomoya was to have this pair of friends with him.
“It’s a date, right?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands still on your shoulders, “It’s a real, real date? Like, actually a date? As in we meet and hold hands and share pasta and then end the date with a small kiss—”
“WOAH, HOLD ON! Too fast, too fast! But yes, it is a date!” You giggled as you saw how excited he was, and it was honestly pretty cute to the point you’d agree to even a million dates to see his enthusiastic figure gleam with joy.
“Okay,” He beamed, “It’s a date then.”
“HURRY UP GUYS I WANNA PEE!” Haru shouted, and everybody then laughed at that, especially you and Tomoya, who held each other's hands secretly without anyone knowing, well, except Eunchae, but still.
You realized that maybe the sound of a boba date with him wouldn't be so bad after all.
can we bring back cyber bullying and online shaming. genuinely what the fuck.
i found this in the cortis x reader tag by the way… if you dig deep into their account— there are tons of posts dedicated to creating disgustingly filthy shit about other groups as well. everyone please mass report it.
juhoon turned 18 only FOUR MONTHS AGO!! it might be the legal age, but it does not mean he is consenting to any forms of s3xually explicit content made about him. he is a REAL HUMAN BEING. he deserves RESPECT TO HIS DIGNITY AND IMAGE.
this also applies to james, martin, seonghyeon, keonho and to ALL other idols. no matter what age they may be— NO ONE has the right to objectify nor dumbified them to being inherently s3xual beings.
if you support whatever this person is doing, let me say this: they don’t know you, you don’t know them personally, they don’t owe you anything and you’re certainly not a “fan” either; you’re just a mistake to society.
warnings : getting hit on (?) type: fluff/ sfw.
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★ MARTIN
• martin is the type of guy to sulk, super quickly.
• when he’s jealous, he’d stop talking, and start narrowing his eyes, jaw clenched and a raised eyebrow, he’s the type of guy that would intimidate the person talking/flirting with you with his height and aura.
• if someone exceeds the limits, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in and take the conversation seriously, “i’m pretty sure she’s dating someone,” martin would start, “and that someone is me.”
You were at a huge garden with martin, walking together hand in hand as you talked with ease, some flirting here and there, and the usual vibe that you would always find between both of you.
“Wanna go sit a bit?” He suggested and you nodded, making your way quickly towards the nearest bench where you chose to sit and watch the river flow in front of you.
And before you could even get to relax, Martin nudged your shoulder with his elbow playfully, drawing your attention to him, “want some churros?”
You gleamed with joy as you thought about it, a smile spreading on your face, infecting Martin too, “sure! Don’t get the expensive ones though.”
He winked at you and promised that he wouldn’t (although you know he will) and then got up in search for it. You sat there alone watching him walk away, with those baggy jeans of his and shirt that clung rather perfectly on him, thinking of how you bagged such an amazing person.
You leaned back on the bench, your hands draping against your lap as you brushed your pants. The breeze slowly drifted your hair in waves as it settled a cool atmosphere, and you felt giddy about the fact Martin and his churros.
That was until a shadow fell over you, hiding the scene in front of you.
You raised your face to look at the culprit until your eyes met his.
He stood there, hands in pockets and a smug look on his face as he looked you up and down, making you internally gag.
“You alone here, cutie?” His voice drawled, and you rolled your eyes at his words.
“I have a boyfriend.” You replied, quick and sharp, and he scoffed, leaning as he invaded your personal space, looking left and right as he took your chin in his hand.
“Don’t see him around here.” And you quickly swatted his hand away, ready to take your phone and call Martin, “pretty girls like you shouldn’t be left unattended and alone here, or else men like me would take them.”
“Yeah, well doesn’t change the fact I’m taken—” you pointed, and you were ready to get up before the situation escalated.
Suddenly, another shadow fell over you, and this time it was recognizable.
Martin.
The sweetness of the churros in his hand didn’t meet his face. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched and body stiff as he looked between you and the creep.
Martin towered over him, which was an advantage for him, and the other guy stood tall, unwilling to move.
“She said she’s taken, didn’t you hear?” His voice was low, and way too calm for Martin’s usual tone.
The guy scoffed, tongue poking his cheek as he remained unwavering, “yeah and who are you?
Martin smirked, and before you could try to stop both of them, he sat next to you, brushing the hair off your cheek to behind your ear, and leaning to press a slow kiss there.
You were surprised, cheeks glowing brightly as Martin leaned down on the bench, his hand lingering on your shoulder as his fingers drummed to a beat there, his eyes never left the guy.
“Her boyfriend.”
Silence and tension filled the air as they held a staring contest, and you sat there awkwardly, looking between both of them as if you were a prize or a bounty.
And the creep decided to leave, muttering curses under his breath as he walked away from you.
Martin looked at you, laughing, “what’s with that face?”
You lightly hit his chest, cheeks puffed out in embarrassment and slight…attraction.
“You kissed me in public!” You blinked at him, still trying to figure out what happened.
“Mm,” he hummed, taking the churros bag and putting it on your lap, “I know,”
“You had to warn me!” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face never faded away and he noticed, and that’s why he couldn’t help but fond over you.
“He had to know one way or another, sorry,” he shot back, opening the small paper bag to take one of the sugary sticks.
“You don’t mean it,” you laughed, shoving the churros in his mouth before he could gloat any further, “but I don’t mind it, Tin.”
And Martin couldn’t his grin anymore at the nickname, “well, see? I get to keep you to myself after all, my girlfriend.”
he winked at you as if he didn’t just try to murder that guy, and now he was chewing on churros as he swayed his head left and right to the breeze.
Becoming a waitress at an underground boxing ring wasn't on your bucket list but it payed quite well…to say the least when serving your boss told you to serve the night’s champion the night before Zhao Yufan. He was pretty but fought rough from what you saw. He didn’t leave alone that night.
been keeping this one for too longgg enjoy!
It was late at night at the ring. The room was packed to the brim with people it was hot, and musty the scent of alcohol always trailed close. People where getting seated. You where in the back getting ready touching up your hair and makeup.
Your nights usually started with getting ready at seven pm then clocking in at 8 pm. Making it over to the changing room seeing the acts of the night walk by. One always looking at you when you'd leave. You never payed much attention but he always would open doors for you in passing.
"James your late for practice hurry up!" you heard a coach say when he came to open the door for you. He looked back and kept the door open till you went through.
"Thank you" You always responded and he nodded running to the back to practice. It wasn't always like this. Before you had a normal 9-5, normal waiting job the dinner was close to your apartment.
Always getting all kinds of people, tourists, locals, families and the people who just wanted a night at the bar. It was barely keeping the lights on, living off of those cup noodles and saving what tips you got.
You knew this wasn't the best life but it's what you thought was good. Until your friend told you about this new job opportunity. It was just like what you did already, getting orders, making drinks and pleasing people.
But you had wished you had asked her more questions. You didn't think you wait in a underground boxing ring. But you made the interview. They loved your positive and hard working attitude apparently. Then ever since this has been your life.
"Girl your first order just came in" You just finished tying your pony tail and you looked up one of your coworkers. As she held the tablet in her hand. Showing you the orders and your eyes widened.
"Zhao Yufan has requested you for the night" a message from your boss lit up on the screen. The same Zhao Yufan that would always open the door for you. Wait for you till you left the changing room to do so. You took the tablet from her hands and stared at the request. You and her looked at each other and giggled.
"No way" You said covering your mouth and your friend smacked you playfully on your shoulder. You couldn’t believe it. The Zhao Yufan undefeated underground champion requested you?
“Girl if you don’t get up and start on drinks!” Your friend pulled you up from your sweat and you rushed out of the dressing room and walked up to the highest seats. They were away from the crowd and more of a lounge area.
Youve been here a couple times. It was mostly for VIPs and people that where willing to pay the price to be up there. Making your way up there your heals clacked softly on the stairs. You get your notepad out of your apron and walk over to the star of the night. Zhao Yufan.
“Good afternoon Mr. Yufan" You said with a soft bow and he shook his hand in front of you.
"Ah no need for that please call me James" He said and you nodded walking over you got his order surprisingly it was just a coke.
"First person not to order alcohol in a while" You mentioned. Writing down his order. He laughed with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I just don't find the need in it" You smiled and nodded.
"Of course ill be back with that drink" He nodded and looked through the menu as you went away to get him his drinks. As James skimmed through the menu, he knew he finally had a rest day. The past week has been brutal, practices back to back. Getting not one not two but three right hooks to the ribs.
He iced them while sitting. Being a boxer- underground boxer was dangerous to say the least. But he needed the money, his coach saw his potential saying he really could make a living with his insane skill. So when he watched a match for the first time he knew he had to be in the ring. Hearing how much each constant made he was already signing contracts blindly.
And it’s been like this ever since. He was used to the usual girls fawning over him, throwing whatever clothing they had onto the ring. He wasn't the one to flaunt it off though. He just kicked it to the side or let his opponent take it. He didn’t see a need it that.
He wasn’t fighting for the crowd it was fight for his food, rent, family etc. Fame didn’t matter to him. Until he realized when it did. People noticing him in public.
Being on the radar with law enforcement, it was hard to get used to. Then one night he saw you, You walked into the stadium looking around in aw. How could something so big be hidden so well you thought. He was sitting dow in the ring stretching, seeing you walking up with the owner aka his boss.
“This here is Zhao Yufan, our greatest fighter” He introduced him as. He rolled his eyes while stretching and sat up going to the edge of the ring to great you. Youd looked up at him. God you were beautiful, the bright light hit your eyes making them sparkle.
“Nice to meet you. New hire? or you want to fight in the ring too?” He said with his wrapped hands on his hips and you laughed covering your mouth. Even your laugh was as nice as you.
“I’ll leave the fighting to you.” You said with a smiled and he laughed back. You waved bye and the owner trailed behind you showing you more of the place. He knew he was in trouble. He loved seeing you come in everyday. Being late to practices just to open the door for you. He was whipped.
”Back with that coke for you.” You said placing his drink down and he snapped out of his thoughts. He smiled looking up at you and moved to reach his drink slightly wincing at the ache on his side.
“You okay James?” You asked staying encase he needed assistance. He shakes his head cracking open the drink. You pressed your lips together.
"what happened?" you said pointing to his side and he shrugged his shoulders. Letting the sweet drink hit his taste buds. he swallowed then answered you.
"Just stuff from a fight last week...Don't worry I won" You smiled and laughed.
"Well I should have known that." You said pulling out your notepad to take his order. But he asked you a question that made your face heat up.
"You think you can stay here and have dinner with me?" You titled your head almost dropping your notepad. He wanted dinner with you? Yufa-James wanted to eat dinner with you? You wanted to make excuses. Was this really a good idea?
"Uh I think I have other tables to serve..." He nodded slowly. Then he got an idea.
"Can't you just call off early? I really want to have this dinner with you" You took a deep breath. You could but you really needed this money.
"I wish but I get paid by the day...since i'm new and all" You said and he stood up with his right arm wrapping over to his left side. He held you hand pulling you to sit with him.
"So its a money thing?" You nodded your heart was beating so fast.
"Call off, if your with me money won't be a problem sweetheart." He said as he pulled up a duffel bag from under the table and handed it too you. You opened it seeing the contents you gasped, maybe over 300k alone was in the bag.
"James I can't take this..." You said giving it back to him but he shoved it into your arms.
"Sweetheart your not taking i'm giving it to you" This was more than what you'd make in a life time that's for sure. You held the bag tight to your chest. Smiling to yourself, you put the bag down scooting closer, you cupped the side of his face kissing his cheek.
"Thank you James I'll call off for tonight okay?" He was melting in his seat. You got up to change deciding to call off. You made your way back upstairs in a pair of black shorts in a nice red halter top. You went back to sit down next to James he smiled taking you in.
"Your stunning sweetheart." Your lips turned upward. You scooted closer taking off your heals resting your head on his shoulder, He let you quietly observing the fight from below.
"Why do you treat me so nice James?" He looked down at you his hand came to play with your hair. He thought for a little bit.
"Your not trying to fight for my attention. You want to connect with me, for real." Looking up at him, he looked down at you. Always with these eyes that burned with fire. Full of love or too much love he had for you.
"That you asking you want to get to know me?" James smirked. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
"Is it working?" You laughed and held his hand nodding
"Of course it is James" He laughed and winced once more. You hated seeing him hurt but you knew it was part if the job.
"Need more ice?" You asked he shook his head. Pulling you closer he nuzzled his head into your neck.
"You is fine" You rubbed the side of his head. What started as one night became every night. You'd leave work early and James would hold you all night. It was nice but James was more than secretive. Days when you'd text him it was like he didn't exist. One day while hanging around the ring he was practicing in. You watched from the side until you get curious and started going in.
"Sweetheart what are you doing?" You smiled walking up to him taking his gloves and putting them on your hands, they where warm probably a bit big for you. His brows went high and he put his hands on his hips.
"Teach me how to fight" You said He laughed locking your wrist together. Your mouth widened.
"This is not teaching me" Your pushed him off of you after a minute of sparing you finally got him on his back you laughed playfully hitting his chest. He held your wrists smiling at you, you stop to look at him he was handsome you couldn't believe he was really yours.
"Hey" You said he smiled he let go of your wrists letting your arms fall to the sides of his body. His arms came to wrap around your waist.
"Hey baby" He cooed leaning into you, you leaned down to him too. Cupping the side of his face he kissed you. Smiling he kept pulling you in for more.
SYNOPSIS : Your boyfriend takes you on a date to a drive-in movie, but you can hardly focus when he’s sat right next to you, watching you the entire time.
W.C : 5.0k
CONTAINS : 80s!seonghyeon, lots of back to the future references (the best movie oat), established relationship, overprotective father, flirting, clichés, physical affection, confessions, pouting, kissing, fluff
PLAYLIST : Earth angel (will you be mine?) - Marvin Berry, The Starlighters; Waiting for a girl like you - Foreigner; Human nature - Michael Jackson; Take my breath away - Berlin; Don't you (forget about me) - Simple Minds; Every breath you take - The Police; Take on me - a-ha;
"I want you back by 10:30 sharp!" Your father's voice booms from the doorway, his finger pointed up at the sky like he's making a decree. You have your back to him, one foot already on the porch step, but you can feel the weight of his stare. "Not a minute later!"
"I know, I know." You mumble, turning briefly to kiss him goodbye on the cheek before heading down your porch steps, your sneakers soft on the concrete, the night air cool against your face.
"And you!" Your father's sharp voice follows you down the drive and you watch your boyfriend immediately straighten up under his pointed gaze. He's standing at the end of the path with a small bunch of flowers in his hand, trying very hard to look like he's never broken a rule in his life—like he didn’t once sneak you out in the middle of the night to go ‘God knows’ where for ‘God knows’ how long, as your father had described. “No funny business! You’re lucky after that stunt you pulled last time.”
Your face goes red hot, the heat creeping up your neck and settling in your cheeks. "That was ages ago, Dad."
”Yes, sir.” Seonghyeon gave a small nod, and your dad held his gaze for a beat longer before grunting and stepping back inside. The door closes with a solid click. The porch light stays on, casting a pale yellow glow across the front steps, a reminder that someone is watching.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and walk the rest of the way down the drive.
Seonghyeon was holding the flowers out before you even reached him. Store bought roses, you noticed, mixed with something white. You'd told him to stop stealing the cornflowers from Mrs. Park's garden after she'd gone on a neighbourhood-wide threatening spree, standing on her front porch with her hands on her hips, announcing to anyone within earshot that she would find out who kept stealing her flowers and she would 'deal with them'. You'd laughed about it at the time, but Seonghyeon had gone pale. He hadn't stolen anything since.
“Hi.” You say, taking the flowers, your finger’s briefly touching his.
"Hi, baby." He smiles, and his head tilts slightly as his eyes scan your face. You'd dressed up tonight, just a little: a nice dress from the back of your wardrobe that you never wear, and a cardigan that isn’t your mother’s for once. A small layer of make-up, too, just enough to cover the tiredness under your eyes. You didn't realise any of it made his heart beat faster, but you can see it now, the way his throat moves when he swallows, the way his gaze lingers on your mouth for a second too long.
"You know you don't have to bring me flowers every time," you say, looking down at the roses. They're nice. Proper. The kind of flowers a girl's father might approve of. But something about them feels less like him, less like the boy who flicked your forehead daily and threw rocks at windows and handed you bent stems tied with kitchen string like they were made of gold.
He shrugs, easy, but there's something underneath it. "What kind of boyfriend wouldn't get his girlfriend flowers?"
You look up at him, at the way the porch light catches the edge of his jaw, at the small smile playing at his lips, and you realise he's nervous. Actually nervous. Like he's still trying to impress you, like nine months together hasn't made him any less scared of messing this up.
"They're nice," you say quietly. "Thank you."
His smile widens, just a little, and some of the tension in his shoulders eases. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He reaches out, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek. "You're welcome."
He lingers there for a moment longer than necessary, warm against your skin, and then he drops his hand, shoving it into his jacket pocket like he's trying to play it cool. Like you can't see the way his ears have gone pink at the tips.
"You look really nice," he says, quieter this time, as though he's not sure he should say it out loud.
You feel your face warm and look down at the flowers, turning them in your hands. The paper crinkles softly. "We should go. Before my dad changes his mind and comes back out here."
Seonghyeon glances toward the front door, and the memory of the last time your dad caught you trying to sneak back in flickers through his mind.
"Good point," he says, and moves to open the passenger door. "After you."
You climb in, settling onto the worn vinyl seat, and he closes the door behind you. You set the flowers carefully on your lap, arranging them so they won't get crushed, and watch him walk around the front of the car through the windshield.
He moves easy, one hand trailing along the hood as he passes. The streetlight catches his profile, the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, and you catch yourself staring, looking away before he catches you.
He slides into the driver's seat, and the car dips slightly under his weight. The door closes, and suddenly the world shrinks to just the two of you, the dark, and the low rumble of the engine.
"Can't believe your dad let you use his car again," you comment, watching him reach for the radio dial.
"Used my charm." He doesn't look at you, just clicks his seatbelt into place with a quiet snap after finding the station he wanted. "Seems to work. It won you over too, didn't it?"
"You're so annoying." You roll your eyes, but you're already pulling your own seatbelt across your chest, the metal latch clicking into place. He watches you do it; his eyes tracking your hands, your shoulders, the way your hair falls across your face. You feel the weight of his gaze like a touch.
"What?" you say.
"Nothing." He turns back to the wheel, starts to pull away from the curb. "Just looking."
"You're always looking."
"Hard not to."
You shove his arm. He laughs, low and warm, and the car rolls forward into the night.
The radio crackles through the speakers, searching for a signal before it lands on one of the local stations, the one you know Seonghyeon adores because it plays nothing but love songs from dusk until dawn. The instrumental of 'Waiting for a Girl Like You' by Foreigner fills the silence, the song familiar and soft, the same one he'd put on a mixtape for you months ago. The one you'd played so many times the tape started to wear thin.
He reaches over and turns it down, just enough that it sits underneath everything else: a quiet heartbeat beneath the sound of the engine and the rush of air through the cracked windows.
Streetlights pass overhead in rhythm, painting the inside of the car in orange and shadow, orange and shadow. You watch his profile for a while: the way his jaw moves when he swallows, the way his thumb taps against the steering wheel in time with the song, the way his hair falls across his forehead and he doesn't push it back because he knows you'll do it for him later.
"You're staring," he says, his eyes still on the road.
"I'm looking out the window."
"My face is not a window."
You laugh, soft, and turn to face forward, watching the neighbourhood slip by. Houses become fewer, trees become thicker, and the lights of the city grow smaller in the rearview mirror until they're nothing but a warm glow on the horizon.
The car pulls into the drive-in just as the sky finishes its fade from blue to black. Rows of cars are already scattered across the lot, facing the massive screen that looms at the far end, pale and blank and waiting. Headlights cut through the dark as people find their spots, and somewhere in the distance, someone's radio is playing something you can't quite make out.
Seonghyeon finds a spot near the back, far enough from the other cars that you have your own space, close enough that you can still see the screen clearly. He backs in smoothly, one hand on the wheel, the other hooked over the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder. The car settles into place, and he kills the engine.
The silence that follows is sudden. Heavy. The radio hums quietly, still tuned to the right frequency, the movie's audio not quite started yet. Just static, soft and waiting.
He doesn't move. Just sits there, one hand still on the wheel, the other moving to rest on the console between you. His thumb traces slow circles on the vinyl.
You look at him. His face is half-lit from the dashboard, half in shadow, and his eyes are on the screen, but he's not really watching it. You can tell by the way his jaw is set, the way his breathing is slow and deliberate.
"What?" you ask.
He turns to look at you. "Nothing."
"You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"The thing where you pretend you're not thinking about something."
He smiles, just slightly, and reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Maybe I'm just thinking about you," he says.
"That's so corny."
"You love it."
Before you can respond, the movie crackles to life, Seonghyeon quickly reaching over to switch off the radio entirely as you adjust into your seat. The speakers on the post beside the car hum with static for a moment, then clear, the familiar Universal logo appearing on the massive screen in front of you.
Back to the Future.
You've seen it before—twice, maybe three times—but you don't mind. You settle back into the seat, tucking your legs up beneath you, the flowers now resting on the dashboard between you.
Seonghyeon shifts beside you, one arm draping against the headrest of your seat, his fingers brushing your shoulder. He's not looking at the screen. You can feel his gaze on the side of your face, warm and steady.
"Marty's late again," you say, nodding toward the screen.
"Mm."
"You're not watching."
"I'm watching you watch it."
You turn to look at him. His face is soft in the glow from the screen, the light shifting with each scene, painting him in blues and whites and the occasional flash of colour. His eyes are dark, focused entirely on you, and there's something in his expression that makes your stomach flip.
"You're so weird," you say.
"You're just noticing?"
You laugh, quiet, and reach into the bag of snacks you brought: crisps, chocolate, two bottles of Coke that are already going warm. You pull out the chocolate, break off a piece, and hold it up to his mouth.
He looks at it. Then at you. Then opens his mouth just enough for you to feed it to him, his lips brushing your fingers as he takes it.
"Good?" you ask.
He chews slowly, watching you the whole time. The chocolate melts on his tongue, and you watch his throat move when he swallows. "Yeah."
You break off another piece for yourself, trying to ignore the way your heart is beating. On the screen, Marty McFly is skateboarding, weaving through traffic, late for school. You've seen this part before. You know what happens next. But somehow, with his arm around your shoulder and his thumb tracing slow circles on your sleeve, it feels different.
"You're staring," you say.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He doesn't deny it. Doesn't look away. You can feel his gaze on the side of your face, warm and steady, like a hand cupping your cheek. He shifts closer, his shoulder pressing against yours and his breath warm on your cheek.
"So?" he says.
You turn to face him properly, ready with a retort, and find him closer than you expected. His face is inches from yours, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way his lashes cast small shadows on his cheeks. His lips are slightly parted, and you can see the moment his gaze drops to your mouth.
"Seonghyeon—"
He kisses you. His hand slides from your shoulder to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, and you feel it everywhere: the warmth of his palm, the gentle pressure of his fingertips against your scalp, the way he tilts your head just slightly to deepen the kiss.
You forget what you were going to say. You forget the movie. You forget the other cars, the other people, the whole world outside this small space. There's just him. His mouth on yours. The quiet sound he makes when your fingers curl into the front of his jacket to pull him closer. The way his thumb traces the curve of your jaw like he's memorising the shape of you.
His lips are warm, familiar, and they move against yours with an ease that comes from months of practice. But despite all of that, it still feels new. Still feels like the first time, a little. Still makes your chest ache in the best way.
He tastes like chocolate and something else, something that's just him, and it's the taste of someone you know better than anyone. You want to stay here forever, wrapped up in this moment, in the dark of the car with the movie playing forgotten and the whole world reduced to the space between his lips and yours
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing soft and slow. The movie plays on, forgotten: someone on screen is shouting about plutonium, about the future, about something that doesn't matter. Someone laughs somewhere in the distance, and a car door closes, and the speakers crackle with static, but none of it matters. None of it exists.
"Hi," he whispers.
"Hi."
He smiles. That smile. The one that won you over from the very beginning.
"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Was that distracting you from the movie?"
You shove his chest, but there's no force behind it. Your hand lingers there for a moment, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. "You're impossible."
"You say that." He kisses the corner of your mouth, quick and soft, and you feel the shape of his smile against your skin. "But you still haven’t gotten rid of me."
You settle back against him, your head finding its usual spot against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you like it belongs there, his thumb tracing slow patterns through the fabric of your dress. On the screen, Marty plays guitar, too loud, too fast, and Doc Brown's lab fills with smoke and light.
You watch it, but you're not really watching it. You're watching the way Seonghyeon’s chest rises and falls. You're watching the way the light from the screen catches his profile. You're watching the way his thumb moves, slow and steady, like it's keeping time with something only he can hear.
"Hey," he says quietly.
"Mm?"
"I'm glad you came."
You turn your head, press a kiss to his jaw. His skin is warm and you feel the muscle twitch under your lips when you do it, before turning back to continue watching, his arm tightening around you.
The movie eventually reaches one of your favourite scenes, of which you have many: the one where Marty's dad is trying to ask out Marty’s mother, stumbling over every word, face flushed, hands trembling.
‘Lorraine. My density has popped me to you.’
You feel Seonghyeon shift beside you, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he adjusts his position. His arm, which had been draped loosely around your shoulders, tightens just slightly, pulling you closer. His thumb, which had been tracing idle patterns on your sleeve, stills.
You glance at him. He's not watching the screen. He's watching you.
"What?" You whisper, not wanting to break the quiet of the moment.
"Nothing." His voice is low, almost lost beneath the dialogue from the movie. "Just... you like this scene? You’re smiling."
You nod, turning back to the screen. "It's sweet. He's so nervous, but he tries anyway. Even though he thinks he's going to mess it up."
‘I’m George, George McFly. You’re density. I mean, your destiny.’
You don't even realise it, but your lips form a small pout when listening to him speak on screen: the way he stumbles over the words, the way his voice cracks just slightly and he can barely even get a word out.
Seonghyeon makes a quiet sound beside you and you feel his thumb start moving again, tracing slow circles on your shoulder.
"You look cute pulling that face," you hear him say.
You turn to look at him. His hand reaches up, cupping your cheek, and his thumb gently touches the corner of your mouth. The pad of his finger is warm, slightly rough, and it lingers there for a moment, tracing the curve of your lip where it's still pressed into that small pout.
"What face?" you ask, but your voice comes out softer than you meant it to, muffled slightly by his thumb.
"This one." He presses his finger against your bottom lip, just barely, and you feel the corner of your mouth twitch, wanting to smile. "The one where you're all soft and focused and you don't even know I'm looking at you."
You don’t know what to say, the feeling of his thumb on your lip ridding you of any logical thought.
“You used to do it before we started dating too.” You watch him smile softly, the memories of the two of you sitting next to each other in class flashing through his mind.
“I always knew you were looking at me.” You finally say.
His thumb stills from its tiny movements, and his eyes bore into yours, like he was trying to read if you were bluffing or not. “So why didn’t you do anything?”
“Because,” you shrug, turning back to face the screen, the movie flashing through. “I wanted to see if you were brave enough to ask me out yourself. Even if you stumbled over every word like George McFly, I still would have given you a chance.”
He's quiet for a long moment. The movie plays on.
Then he laughs, a breath of a sound that you feel more than hear.
“I was so nervous.” He finally says, glancing down at his lap briefly. "I was so scared I was going to mess it up. That I'd say the wrong thing, or freeze, or—" He stops, swallows. "That you would say no. But not saying anything would have been worse. Not knowing would have been worse."
You turn to him, blinking in surprise. "Seonghyeon," you say slowly. "You asked me out behind the bleachers."
"I know."
"You kissed me before I could even finish saying 'yes'."
"I know that too." He's smiling now, small and almost shy, like he's remembering it the same way you are. The way he'd been standing there when you rounded the corner, his hands shoved in his pockets, his hair messy from practice. The way he'd looked at you like he was trying to remember how to breathe.
"You were so confident," you say.
He laughs and shakes his head, "I was terrified." His voice is quieter now, almost a whisper. "I just didn't want you to know."
The pout quickly returns to your face as you watch him, your heart sinking at the thought of you making your confident boyfriend so nervous. All this time, you'd thought he was calm, collected, completely sure of himself. But he'd been scared. He'd been terrified. And he'd done it anyway.
You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. His skin is warm, slightly rough from the faintest hint of stubble, and you feel the small exhale he lets out: a breath he didn't know he was holding. Then you settle back onto his shoulder, the curve of his neck fitting perfectly against your temple.
His arm tightens around you immediately, like he was waiting for you to come back, like the few seconds you were gone were seconds too long. His hand moves to settle on your waist, fingers spread wide, and you feel the warmth of him seep through your dress.
"Hey," he says quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest beneath your ear.
"Mm?”
"You're not allowed to feel bad about that."
"I'm not feeling bad."
"You're pouting again."
You press your lips together, trying to stop. It doesn't work. "I'm not."
"You are." He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "I can feel it."
You're quiet for a moment, watching the movie without really seeing it. All you can think about is him. About the boy who stood behind the bleachers with his heart in his throat and asked you out anyway.
"I would have said yes," you say softly. "Even if you'd stumbled. Even if you'd forgotten every word. Even if you'd just stood there looking at me like an idiot. I still would have said yes."
His arm tightens around you, pulling you closer, and you feel his cheek press against the top of your head.
"I know," he says, and his voice is thick, barely above a whisper. "I know that now."
The movie plays on. The night settles around you, dark and warm. And you stay there, tucked against his side, his heart beating under your ear, steady and real.
"You were worth the nerves," he says after a while.
You tilt your head up, looking at him. His face is soft in the dim light, his eyes steady on yours.
"Yeah?" you ask.
"Yeah." He leans down, kisses the tip of your nose. "You always have been."
You smile, and he smiles back, and then you both turn back to the screen, the lights flickering against both your faces.
The scene changes, the clock tower fades, and suddenly the screen is filled with the soft glow of the dance. Streamers hang from the ceiling in shades of blue and silver, and the band is playing something slow.
‘Earth Angel, Earth Angel, will you be mine?’
"My favourite part," you murmur, not even realising you've said it out loud.
"Yeah?" His voice is low, close to your ear.
"Mm. When George finally kisses her. When he stops being scared and just... does it."
On screen, George is dancing with Lorraine on the dance floor, his face set with determination, his hands trembling whilst the music swells.
‘My darling dear, love you all the time’
You feel Seonghyeon's hand slide from your waist to your chin, tilting your face up toward his and this thumb starts brushing your cheek. His eyes are dark in the dim light, soft, focused entirely on you.
"What?" you whisper.
He glances at the screen, where George is leaning in, where Lorraine is waiting, where everything is about to change. Then he looks back at you.
“I was terrified of our first kiss too…” He whispers, barely audible over the movie, “but not enough to stop me from trying.”
Your heart stutters.
On screen, George kisses Lorraine. The music swells. The audience cheers. And in the darkness of the car, with the glow of the movie painting everything in soft blues and silver, Seonghyeon leans in and kisses you.
It's soft. Slow. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, sifting through the strands of your hair. You tilt your head slightly and feel his breath catch against your lips, a small sound that he swallows before it can escape.
His fingers tighten in your hair, not pulling, just holding, like he's anchoring himself to you. His thumb traces the curve of your skull, slow and absent, and you shiver despite the warmth of the car, despite the heat of his body pressed against yours. The leather of his jacket is cool under your hands where you've gripped the collar, and you feel the steady beat of his heart through the fabric, through his shirt, through the space where your chest presses against his.
‘I'm just a fool,’
The song drifts through the speakers, soft and distant, barely heard over the sound of your own heartbeat, over the quiet exhale of his breath, over the soft slide of his lips against yours. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world—like there's nowhere else he'd rather be, nothing else he'd rather be doing. Like this moment, right here, is exactly where he's supposed to be.
His hand on your waist shifts, fingers spreading wide against your hip, and he pulls you closer until there's no space left between you, until your ribs are aligned with his despite the gearshift’s attempts to separate you, until you can feel every breath he takes.
When he finally pulls back, it's slow, reluctant, like he's having to remind himself to breathe. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing soft and slow, your breath mingling with his in the small space between you.
‘A fool in love with you’
"See?" he whispers, his voice low and rough, barely audible over the fading song. "Not so scary after all."
You laugh, soft and breathless, the sound strange and bright in the darkness of the car and he just watches you with that look. The one that makes your stomach flip, the one that makes everything else fall away. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and there's something in them that makes your breath catch, something that looks like awe and wonder, like he can't quite believe you're real.
You lean in and kiss him again.
This time, it's slower. Sweeter. His lips part under yours like it's the most natural thing in the world, like your mouth was made to fit against his. His hand slides from the back of your neck to your jaw, cradling your face like something precious and it makes your stomach flutter.
The movie continues. George wins the girl, and Marty makes it back to the future… or present, or was it—it doesn't really matter. Not when his thumb is tracing the curve of your cheekbone like he's memorising the shape of you. Not when his breath is warm against your lips, slow and steady, matching yours without either of you trying. Not when the world outside this car has shrunk to nothing, faded to static, disappeared entirely.
On screen, the DeLorean disappears in a flash of light and fire, the movie ending in a cliff hanger. Someone shouts. Someone cheers. The credits begin to roll, music swelling, names scrolling up the screen in white text.
Neither of you notice.
His forehead presses against yours again, and his eyes are closed, and his hand is still cupping your face like you're something worth holding onto. You watch him for a moment: how his lips are still slightly parted whilst his chest rises and falls beneath your palm where your hand rests against his heart.
"Seonghyeon," you whisper.
He opens his eyes. They're dark in the dim light, soft, focused entirely on you. "Yeah?"
"The movie's over."
He glances at the screen, then back at you. Doesn't move. Doesn't pull away. "So?"
"So..." You smile, and you feel his thumb brush the corner of your mouth, catching the curve of it. "Aren't you going to take me home?"
He's quiet for a moment. The credits keep rolling, the music keeps playing, and somewhere behind you, car engines are starting up, headlights flickering on, people beginning to leave.
"No," he says finally.
You blink. "No?"
"No." He leans in, presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Not yet."
"Seonghyeon, I have a curfew."
"I know."
"My dad will kill you."
"I know that too." He pulls back just enough to look at you, and there's that smile again—the one that's gotten him into trouble more times than you can count, the one that makes you want to kiss him and kill him in equal measure. "But I'm not ready to take you home yet."
Your heart does something complicated in your chest. You should argue. You should remind him of the last time you were late, of the way your dad had stood on the porch with his arms crossed, of the five weeks Seonghyeon hadn't been allowed within thirty feet of your house.
But he's looking at you like that, and his hand is warm on your face, and the night is dark and soft and full of something that feels like possibility.
"Five more minutes," you say.
His smile widens. "Ten."
"Seven."
"Deal."
He pulls you closer, and you go willingly, settling against his chest. His arm wraps around you, his hand resting on your hip, and you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.
The credits finish. The screen goes dark. The car is quiet except for the soft hum of the radio he had turned on after the credits finished and the steady beat of his heart under your ear.
"Baby," he says quietly.
"Yeah?"
"You’re my density."
You tilt your head up, look at him. His face is soft in the darkness, his eyes steady on yours like he’s never been so sure of something in his life.
"And you’re mine," you say.
And you stay there, tangled up together, watching the empty screen, not watching anything at all. The night stretches on around you, dark and endless, and the world feels very far away.
Seven minutes, you think. But you know, even as you think it, that you're not going to remind him when the time's up.
