ꨄ︎ warnings : just some skinship and a kiss (˶ˆ^ˆ˵)
ꨄ︎ word count : 800 (roughly)
ꨄ︎ author's note : for another maki ask! i kinda struggled with the title so apologies if it’s a little… meh. thanks to @ukiyoux for helping me think of an idea!! all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
ִֶָ. ..𓂃currently playing: slut - taylor swift ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 宏田力ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
having a roommate like maki was always easy. the guy was so caring and thoughtful.
not only did he make sure the fridge was always stocked, he offered to cook for you as well.
maki was also a clean freak and did it for his own enjoyment, insisting he did the housework when you came home from work exhausted. you called him your saviour every time, telling him you’ll do it tomorrow - but he always got to it first.
maki made sure to keep it down when you took midday naps, putting his headphones on and staying in his room to refrain from disturbing you. your rest came first.
---
you had been living with maki for around 7 months now. the living situation came to be when money got tight for you, rent in your other apartment becoming too high for you to comfortably pay and still afford other things. it didn’t help that your other roommates were total dickheads - purposefully making it difficult for you to live with them; never cleaning up after themselves, stealing your belongings when they thought you weren’t aware, never paying their split of the rent on time. your landlord hated them, respectively.
you felt like you were going crazy living with them, stress levels through the roof.
you didn’t hesitate to reach out to maki after scrolling past his roommate advertisement on instagram. luckily for you, he accepted your application after a few days, your situation making him more willing to let you live with him, and you were moved in within a month.
---
maki was especially caring on that late saturday night, the howls of the wind and cracks of lightning loud outside the building as you slept.
your peaceful slumber came to an abrupt ending as you shot up from your pillow, hands shaking. sweat formed on your brow quickly. you had the most vivid nightmare to date, the creepy visuals still replaying in your mind as you sat there, hands gripping the covers. you felt boiling hot despite your window being open ajar.
---
you pulled on your hoodie and left your room, heading to the kitchen in need of a glass of water. making sure to be quiet, you filled a small cup with cold water, chugging it at the sink. once you were done, you started walking back to your room.
still suffering the aftermath of your nightmare, body still wary, the darkness of the apartment freaked you out. right as you turned the corner into the hallway, you bumped into maki, who was just leaving the bathroom. he could see the distress in your expression.
“hey, what are you doin’ up? are you okay?” maki asked, concern painted on his face. you nodded, not wanting to worry him too much.
“y-yeah i’m good. just got water.” you said, voice unnaturally shaky. “had a nightmare. just shaken up, i guess.”
maki’s expression softened immediately, a sigh escaping his lungs. he knew that these night terrors were becoming more frequent for you as of recently.
“c’mere.” he whispered, opening his arms to you. when you hesitated, he pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth for a moment. “another one, hm?”
“...yeah. this one was pretty bad.”
maki knew better than to ask what happened, not wanting to make you think of it anymore. instead, he pulled back from the hug, looking down at you.
“i can stay with you tonight, if you like.” he offered. “i’ll make sure you get enough rest. i’ll look after you.”
you accepted without a second thought, your hand slipping into his and pulling him to your bedroom down the hall.
---
once the bedroom door shut, maki guided you into bed gently, climbing in to lay next to you and pulling the blanket on top of the two of you. he pulled you closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne that he always applied in the mornings. it was a comforting scent for you. legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, you were cuddling maki now.
you hadn’t been this close to your roommate before, but it felt right, normal even. it felt just like any other caring gesture of his, especially with how sweet he treats you in any other situation.
“sleep, love. i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, lips brushing your hairline accidentally. he was so close.
you were quick to fall asleep after that, with maki’s arm draped over your waist, hand splayed across your back. you felt safe when he was near, knowing he’ll be there in the event you have another terrible dream.
once he was sure you were asleep, maki pressed a slow, barely-there kiss to your forehead, his lips soft on your skin.
okay um… i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while, so let’s name her 🍓.
🍓 was one of those friends that just clicked with me instantly. we were so similar that it genuinely felt like we were the same person in different fonts. we could talk for hours without running out of things to say, send each other the most random messages, and somehow always understand what the other person meant.
then, somewhere along the way, things started feeling different.
the replies got slower. days turned into weeks sometimes. i’d send a message and wait, but i’d still see her talking in group chats. i tried really hard not to take it personally because i know everyone gets busy and life happens, but i’d be lying if i said it didn’t make me a little sad.
a while ago i posted something on my story about giving each other the same patience when it comes to replying. it wasn’t about anyone in particular, i was just sharing a thought.
but 🍓 thought it was about her.
she told me she felt bad, and the second she said that i felt awful too because making her feel guilty was never what i wanted. i remember crying over it and trying to explain myself because the last thing i ever wanted was for her to think i was upset with her.
she said she’d read what i sent, but the conversation never really happened after that.
and i think that’s the part that still sits with me sometimes.
it’s not even about the replies anymore. i think i just miss the friendship we used to have. i miss when talking to her felt easy. i miss when we were the same people in different fonts.
maybe friendships change and that’s okay. maybe people outgrow each other without meaning to. i don’t know.
i just hope 🍓 knows i’ll always be grateful for the version of us that existed, because for a while she was one of my favorite people.
quick note: any spelling mistakes, grammar errors, abbreviations, or odd texting habits are intentional and included to make the conversations feel more realistic and true to how the characters would text. ♡
ꕤ warnings: some cursing and slightly suggestive, mentions of toxic past relationships, alcohol mentioned. hugging and kissing but mostly just pure fluff.
ꕤ word count: 2.2k
ꕤ authors note: so excited for my first nct wish fic!! I hope you all enjoy it. The longest fic I've done yet, I'm quite happy with it and I think it sort of fits Sion. I can imagine him being a big softy once he really likes someone. anyway!! I hope all the wishzens enjoy. Any support is greatly appreciated x
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: guys my age - Hey violet ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔
Relationships had never been your forte. Whenever you dated someone they always turned out to be dicks. They would cheat, manipulate and just be the worst possible idea of a boyfriend. Your last relationship ended on bad terms. He was the childish type. He kicked and screamed when you told him to do something or change how he acted, and then when you told him you wanted to end things the tantrums were even worse, talk about being a manchild. He had been cheating on you for months, he told that it was ‘just a mistake’ and that he ‘would never ever do it again just please don't leave him.’ All you could do was roll your eyes and pack your things. He tried calling you so many times, begging for you back but he wouldn't have changed. This time you didn't go back, this time you didn't feel bad. You were so done with being treated like you were nothing. You didn't deserve it, you deserved someone who gave a shit and you didn't deserve to spend the rest of your life with some inconsiderate prick. A good man who would treat you right felt like some sort of fairytale though, a needle in a haystack. You were officially done with dating, but that didn't really last for very long.
- - -
After moving into your own apartment you had to find a new job, it was this waitressing job at this fancy michelin star italian restaurant downtown. It paid enough to just cover the rent, bills and utilities so you were happy enough. The customers there were snobby and rude, they acted as if they were entitled to your soul, but it was good enough for you. Your apartment was a small, rustic building. Open plan with brick walls and an industrial vibe, like the apartments you would see in a 2000s romcom. It was perfect, a good fresh start and a place to call home. Finally.
- - -
It was a wednesday night, normally would be slow at work but you were practically swept off your feet. Customers were being sat left and right, it was the epitome of hell. You were sweating buckets and you couldn't get a chance to cool down, and then the hostess seats another table in your section. Luckily, it was only one man but he looked like someone who was going to be difficult. He was wearing a perfectly pressed suit, not a wrinkle or crease in sight. His hair combed and gelled, and glasses placed carefully on the bridge of his nose. You walk to his table with a smile and a menu in your hand. “Hi sir, how are you this evening? Here's a menu for you,” he didn't look up at you and just waved you away. You raise your eyebrows and just turn away. You knew it was another entitled asshole. You finally had a minute to yourself so you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It was about 8:30pm and summer so the sun was still beaming down on you, it was refreshing and calming, just what you needed considering how your evening was going.
- - -
You had been back inside for all of two seconds when the man in the suit waved you over to his table, you complied and put on a sickly sweet smile. “What can I get for you sir?” you say in the best customer service voice you can muster, he still didn't look at you. “Ill take a whiskey… on the rocks, and a steak, I want that rare.” His voice was monotone, boring but there was a hint of something else there, a nervousness. It was surprising, he seemed so sure of himself and uptight but maybe there was more to him. “Sure, ill get those in for you right away” you smile at him again, he looks up at you this time and gives you a small smile, barely there but enough for you to see.
You kept glancing over at the man throughout the entirety of your shift, there was something about him that had you in some sort of chokehold. That smile he gave you had you under this trance that you just couldn't shake. He came over to you to pay after he had finished his meal, paid by card, and then slipped you a twenty dollar bill and a small note with a number scrawled on it. Had this man seriously just handed you his number… you were in shock, but also intrigued, the urge to message was strong. You stuffed it in your pocket along with the twenty, maybe later.
- - -
Your shift finished at around 11pm and you headed out, it was dark now and the spring breeze was brisk. You slipped your hands into your pockets, the note was still there even if it was slightly crumpled. You pulled it out, reading the numbers on it over and over, considering whether you should text him or not. Dating was supposed to be out of the question but you were seriously considering this one. He seemed cold from what you had seen but something felt different this time, a kindness hidden under the facade somewhere. So you did it. Without a second thought you were typing his number in, you got half way, you stopped yourself, why would someone like him be interested in someone like you… ok what were you thinking this is stupid, why else would he hand you his number. You finish typing it in. What were you supposed to say, you had never been the one to make the first move, you weren't bold enough. You had stopped walking without realising, just stood still in the middle of the street staring at your phone. Recollecting yourself, you took a deep breath and started walking again.
- - -
It had been about 4 days and you still hadn't messaged the man. You just had no idea what to say. Sure he was hot, but that doesn’t make it easier. If anything it makes it harder. Your shift was busy, you hadn’t stopped since you clocked in. It was hot too, rays of evening sun burning through the windows of the restaurant. You were coming back from running food when you saw him. He was just standing at the bar talking to the bartender. God what was he doing here. You feel your cheeks get hot and you turn away. “Hey!! y/n this man was asking for you, come here.” fuck. You had no idea how you were gonna get yourself out of this one, so you just accepted fate and walked over.
He was smiling, this sly smile that had you melting slightly. He looked as well presented as he did the last time you two met. “How can I help you?” you didn't really know what else to say, your words came out in that sickly sweet customer service voice. He let out this low chuckle that again made you melt. There was something about him, something intoxicating that pulled you in. “i just wanted to see you doll” his eyes flicked up and down your body, his tongue wetting his lips slightly. His dark eyes were burning into yours. You couldn't hold his eye contact anymore, it was too intense, almost animalistic. “I didn't hear from you, I was worried.” your words had completely left you, you had been rendered useless just by the look of this man in front of you. It was ridiculous, you had never had this reaction to someone simply talking to you before. “No words huh? That's ok, let me do the talking.” he might as well undress you right there, the eye fucking was becoming insane. “I’ll pick you up after you shift, I'll treat you to some dinner if you'd like.” You still couldn't speak. He stared at you for longer this time, expecting for you to speak. “Ok yea sure, sorry…I uhh was out of it.” your voice was meek. He gives you a soft, gentle smile, something you didn't expect out of him. “Here” he handed you his phone, you looked at him confused and raised an eyebrow. “Put your number in, so I can text you.” You nodded and started typing. You could still feel his eyes burning into you. You handed it back to him, you felt nervous but that good type of nervous that slowly turns into a ball of excitement. “My name is Sion by the way, Oh Sion. And I'm guessing you’re y/n?”
“Yea thats right.” you hand him back his phone, “there you are” he gives you a smile. “I’ll text you later, I'll pick you up.” He doesn't wait for your reply before walking out of the door leaving you speechless.
- - -
As he had said, Sion picked you up after your shift had finished. He was driving this fancy car, a Rolls Royce. You were scared to even sit in it, you were pretty sure one of the seats probably cost more than your apartment. Sion kept glancing over at you, he could feel your nerves radiating through your skin. You watched as his hand slipped closer to yours over the small partition between your seats. “This may be bold, but may I?” he motioned to your hand, his voice was once again gentle. You nodded and he slipped his hand over yours, his fingers tangling with yours. He didn't let go for the rest of the drive.
The restaurant he took you to was quiet, the waiters and waitresses all wore shirts and ties. It felt expensive, even the air was posh. You were shown to your table, Sion pulled out your chair for you and pushed it in once you were seated. The menu was extensive, with so many different dishes, things you had never heard of before. It was overwhelming to say the least.
In the end, you had Sion pick something for you. It was delicious, some sort of pasta with all of these different colours and flavours, like nothing you had ever tasted before.
Sion was staring at you, both of you had finished your meals and were sharing a bottle of this white wine that probably cost more than your yearly wages. Deep down you felt almost humiliated, the fact that he was here just blowing that much money on something so insignificant as if it was nothing and you could just about pay your bills every month. The staring from him got more intense, he was trying to read you, he knew something was up. “y/n? Are you ok, do you not like the wine?” uncertainty stained his words, if he was trying to hide it he was doing an awful job. “No, it's lovely, it's just.. I don't entirely feel like I belong is all.” You looked into your glass, and swished it around awkwardly. Sion's hand practically flew over the table and grabbed a hold of yours, “of course you do, I want you here, you belong here with me. Please don’t think otherwise” his words were certain this time, reassuring and nothing but kind. He was different, he felt like the one.
- - -
It had been about 8months of Sion and you seeing one another. It was the best relationship you had ever been in. He was caring, kind and showed genuine love for you. Everything you could have ever dreamed of. Sion was the epitome of a gentleman, he took you out, he gave you gifts, he took the best care of you whenever you needed it. You practically lived at his place. He had become the home you didn't know you needed. It was late on a Friday, about 7pm. Sion had just got home. “Baby!! You here?” he shouted down the hallway as he took off his shoes. You run to him. “HI!!!” you yell as you jump into his arms, he laughs and catches you before spinning around. He plants a kiss on your forehead and then your lips, his were soft and warm and you didn't want the moment to end. He pulls away, “have you eaten dinner yet?” he says looking up at the clock on the wall, looking back at you with slight concern. “No I was waiting for you, I wanted to order takeout and didn't know what you wanted.” he lowered you to the floor slowly and placed another kiss on your forehead. “What do you feel like eating? I could probably devour a burger right now” he started to slowly loosen his tie and rolled his neck back, no matter what he did he always managed to be hot. “I could go for burgers.” you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your lips into his, he deepened it He pulled away, “I'll order those burgers.” His breath was fast and so was his heartbeat. You nodded and pressed your lips back onto his, “god i love you y/n”
“I love you too, Sion”
This was finally the man you deserved, the man you had dreamt of, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.
quick note: any spelling mistakes, grammar errors, abbreviations, or odd texting habits are intentional and included to make the conversations feel more realistic and true to how the characters would text. ♡
── ˚₊ NEW DRAFT ! you never expected anyone to actually read your anonymous blog.
what started as a small corner of the internet quickly became your personal archive of every relationship you've ever had. the good dates. the bad dates. the embarrassing ones. the ones that almost became something more. and somewhere between old stories and late-night posts, you found yourself writing about your dream boy too.
not a real person, of course.
just someone who existed in your head.
or so you thought.
because after stumbling across your blog, your brother maki can't stop thinking about one thing. every little detail you wrote about your "dream boy" sounds suspiciously similar to his best friend, taki. and once he notices it, he can't unnotice it.
so naturally, he does the only reasonable thing.
he starts bringing taki around more.
what maki doesn't know is that taki has already found your blog. and what started as harmless curiosity quickly turns into a routine he refuses to admit he has. post after post, he keeps finding pieces of himself hidden between your words.
and now he's left wondering.
is it really just a coincidence?
or has he been the boy in your drafts this entire time?
OR IN WHICH a girl runs an anonymous blog reviewing every boy she's ever dated, only for her brother to realize her "dream boy" sounds exactly like his best friend. unfortunately, that best friend has already started reading the blog for himself.
MATCH IN THE MAKING ➜ brother's best friend!taki x fem!reader
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ♡ social media au + written, university au, romance, crack, fluff, some angst, slow burn, anonymous blog au, dream boy agenda, accidental matchmaking, strangers to lovers
OTHER READERS ↻ ive's leeseo (as yn's face claim — not shipping), &team (taki, yuma,maki, euijoo, & nicolas) , ive (rei), illit (minju & wonhee), zerobaseone (gunwook) and2ble (zhang hao), tws (kyungmin) + more tba
GUIDELINES ⓘ language/profanity, teasing, random timestamps, maki being way too invested, taki reading things he absolutely should not be reading, dream boy allegations, everyone becoming a little too obsessed with the blog, denial, chaos, and more will be added if any!
COMMET TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!!!
I WILL BE POSTING A PART EVERY DAY I MIGHT TAKE BREAKS
profiles › one and two
post one — this was supposed to stay private
post two — delete that right now
post three — who gave you the link
post four — maki count your days
post five — dream boy allegations
post six — that's literally taki
post seven — unfortunately he exists
post eight — one reader too many
post nine — i hate coincidences
post ten — STOP LIKING MY POSTS
post eleven — this feels targeted
post twelve — anonymous my ass
post thirteen — not everything is about him
post fourteen — everything is about him
post fifteen — caught in 4k
post sixteen — do not send that
post seventeen — i'm deleting the blog
post eighteen — she is not deleting the blog
post nineteen — that's suspiciously specific
post twenty — bro is smiling at his phone
post twenty one — dream boy material
post twenty two — we know it's you
post twenty three — this cannot be happening
post twenty four — draft saved successfully
post twenty five — please be serious
post twenty six — oh that's a confession
post twenty seven — wait let him cook
post twenty eight — published by mistake
post twenty nine — the boy in my drafts
post thirty — finally posted
TO BE CONTINUED (unreleased chapters may be renamed)
── ˚₊ NEW DRAFT ! you never expected anyone to actually read your anonymous blog.
what started as a small corner of the internet quickly became your personal archive of every relationship you've ever had. the good dates. the bad dates. the embarrassing ones. the ones that almost became something more. and somewhere between old stories and late-night posts, you found yourself writing about your dream boy too.
not a real person, of course.
just someone who existed in your head.
or so you thought.
because after stumbling across your blog, your brother maki can't stop thinking about one thing. every little detail you wrote about your "dream boy" sounds suspiciously similar to his best friend, taki. and once he notices it, he can't unnotice it.
so naturally, he does the only reasonable thing.
he starts bringing taki around more.
what maki doesn't know is that taki has already found your blog. and what started as harmless curiosity quickly turns into a routine he refuses to admit he has. post after post, he keeps finding pieces of himself hidden between your words.
and now he's left wondering.
is it really just a coincidence?
or has he been the boy in your drafts this entire time?
OR IN WHICH a girl runs an anonymous blog reviewing every boy she's ever dated, only for her brother to realize her "dream boy" sounds exactly like his best friend. unfortunately, that best friend has already started reading the blog for himself.
MATCH IN THE MAKING ➜ brother's best friend!taki x fem!reader
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ♡ social media au + written, university au, romance, crack, fluff, some angst, slow burn, anonymous blog au, dream boy agenda, accidental matchmaking, strangers to lovers
OTHER READERS ↻ ive's leeseo (as yn's face claim — not shipping), &team (taki, yuma,maki, euijoo, & nicolas) , ive (rei), illit (minju & wonhee), zerobaseone (gunwook) and2ble (zhang hao), tws (kyungmin) + more tba
GUIDELINES ⓘ language/profanity, teasing, random timestamps, maki being way too invested, taki reading things he absolutely should not be reading, dream boy allegations, everyone becoming a little too obsessed with the blog, denial, chaos, and more will be added if any!
COMMET TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!!!
I WILL BE POSTING A PART EVERY DAY I MIGHT TAKE BREAKS
profiles › one and two
post one — this was supposed to stay private
post two — delete that right now
post three — who gave you the link
post four — maki count your days
post five — dream boy allegations
post six — that's literally taki
post seven — unfortunately he exists
post eight — one reader too many
post nine — i hate coincidences
post ten — STOP LIKING MY POSTS
post eleven — this feels targeted
post twelve — anonymous my ass
post thirteen — not everything is about him
post fourteen — everything is about him
post fifteen — caught in 4k
post sixteen — do not send that
post seventeen — i'm deleting the blog
post eighteen — she is not deleting the blog
post nineteen — that's suspiciously specific
post twenty — bro is smiling at his phone
post twenty one — dream boy material
post twenty two — we know it's you
post twenty three — this cannot be happening
post twenty four — draft saved successfully
post twenty five — please be serious
post twenty six — oh that's a confession
post twenty seven — wait let him cook
post twenty eight — published by mistake
post twenty nine — the boy in my drafts
post thirty — finally posted
TO BE CONTINUED (unreleased chapters may be renamed)
ꨄ︎ author's note : this idea came to me through divine intervention and i had to write it down immediately. feel like this might be the cutest fic i've written. for my lovely mona, who is actually married to juju already. all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
ִֶָ..𓂃currently playing: everyone adores you - matt maltese ࣪ ִ🪽་༘࿐
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 변의주ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
“okay, sweetheart, close your eyes.” euijoo murmured against your cheek before pulling back, a small giggle escaping from your lips as your eyelids fluttered shut. you could hear him move next to you, the blanket beneath you rustling with the motion.
the gentle breeze brushed itself through your hair, the cool evening air sending a shiver up your spine. as you sat there with your eyes shut tight, euijoo’s soft hand finding your face, your mind is sent back to the beginning. back to when everything began.
---
all those years ago, you had met euijoo in high school - painfully awkward interactions, terrible haircuts, even worse outfits. he had approached you during the school’s annual prom, both of you stood awkwardly to the side, no date to dance with.
“hey, uh, i’m euijoo. you probably already know that,” he said, his hands adjusting the blazer he wore. “you… you here alone too?”
you nodded, fixing your hair as you glanced at him.
“i know you. and yeah, i’m here alone too.”
your eyes didn’t miss the brief frown that flickered across his face. it was quickly replaced with a sheepish grin, his hand extended to you.
“well, um… wanna dance with me?” euijoo asked, sounding hopeful. you took his hand gratefully.
“of course i would.”
what blossomed from that fateful prom night was a beautiful relationship. both of you were unfamiliar with what love looked like, but it somehow felt natural when you were together, like finding a missing puzzle piece after searching for so long. you’d shared nervous touches, ‘accidental’ brushes of hands, pinkies linking as you walked to class together. sometimes, if euijoo felt brave, he’d cup your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead when he walked you home.
“see you tomorrow.” he’d whisper into your skin, cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink that you found utterly adorable.
you always loved how warm his hands felt on your cheeks.
---
“are you listening?” euijoo’s voice pulled you back into the present moment. you cleared your throat, nodding, your eyes still shut.
“yeah, i’m listening.”
“okay, good.”
a beat of silence passed, the sounds of the ocean calmly crashing against the shore being the only noise you could hear for a moment. then he continued.
“ever since the day i first spoke to you, at that stupid school dance… i’ve been sure of my feelings for you.” euijoo’s voice wavered ever so slightly. “and i’ve tried my best to show you every single day how undeniably in love i am.”
that familiar buzz of emotion hit you, tears already building up on your waterline.
“open your eyes, sweetheart.”
slowly, your eyes opened, adjusting to the light before focusing on what was in front of you - euijoo, on one knee, his big brown eyes full of love as he looked at you.
“oh, euijoo…” you whispered, the hot tears falling before you could say anything more.
“this has been on my mind for a while, i’m pretty nervous.” euijoo chuckled quietly, clearing his throat before fishing for something in his pocket. “my love for you can’t be expressed with the words of any language. you make me the happiest man on earth, and i’m so proud to be yours.”
pulling out a small box, he flips it open, revealing a beautiful ring, a diamond center stone, with encrusted gems along the band. you’d only ever dreamt of a ring as perfect as this.
“my love, will you marry me?”
time felt like it stopped when those words fell from his lips - the words you’d been waiting for since the day you met.
“yes, baby. yes.”
sliding the ring over your finger, euijoo let out a heavy sigh of relief, his eyes watery as he admired you. he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. quiet sobs escaped both of you and euijoo, your face buried in his shoulder. everything about the moment felt unreal.
i’ve been stanning 82 major since debut and i’m still not over them sign has been on repeat 24/7 and i even learned the dance i swear i’ve been doing it all day i love them so much
.☘︎ ݁˖ tags. ex boyfriend nicholas, memory loss, pining, second chance romance, soft nicholas, falling in love twice, happy ending
.☘︎ ݁˖ please don't copy or translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
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nicholas doesn't remember you.
that's the first thing he says when he wakes up in the hospital.
not because he's trying to be cruel. not because he wants to hurt anyone. he simply looks at you standing beside his bed and asks, “who are you?” and your world ends quietly.
the doctors call it temporary retrograde amnesia. his family calls it unfortunate. his members call it heartbreaking. you call it nothing at all, because if you speak, you're afraid you'll cry.
three years. three years together. three years of late night phone calls, hidden dates, intertwined fingers beneath restaurant tables, whispered promises about the future. gone. just like that.
and the worst part? he remembers everyone else. his members, his family, his childhood, his career. everything. everything except you.
you. the girl who knew his coffee order better than her own. the girl whose apartment key sat on his keychain. the girl he had planned to spend the rest of his life with. gone. erased. forgotten.
the doctors tell you not to push him. sometimes memories return naturally, sometimes they don't. sometimes forcing them can do more harm than good. so you smile, and you tell him it's okay. even though it isn't. even though it never will be.
because how do you explain to someone that they used to love you? how do you explain that you were once their favorite person? how do you tell someone that your entire future was built around them?
you don't. so you don't. instead, you become a stranger. a polite stranger. the kind who sits in hospital chairs and asks how he's feeling. the kind who pretends three years never happened. the kind who goes home and cries into her pillow afterward.
weeks pass. then months. and somehow, things get worse.
because nicholas keeps finding his way back to you.
at first, it's accidental. he calls you instead of one of his members, shows up to lunch when he wasn't invited, sends texts meant for someone else. or at least that's what he claims.
but then it keeps happening. over and over. until even he starts noticing.
“that's weird.”
you glance up from your coffee. “what is?”
nicholas frowns. “i keep thinking about you.”
your heart stumbles. dangerous. this conversation feels dangerous.
you force a laugh. “that's not weird.”
“it is when i barely know you.”
barely know you. the words sting more than they should, because he used to know everything. your favorite color, your worst habits, the way you always stole fries from his plate, the exact face you made when trying not to laugh. he knew everything. and now he barely knows you.
“maybe we're friends.”
his frown deepens. “were.”
you blink. “what?”
“friends.” he stares down at his drink. “i feel like we were something before.”
your throat tightens. you look away first. “maybe.”
he doesn't seem satisfied by that answer. neither are you.
after that, things become harder, because nicholas starts seeking you out constantly. you'll get a text at midnight: can't sleep. or what are you doing? or do you wanna get lunch tomorrow? and every single time, you say yes.
because despite everything, it is still him. it is still nicholas. and loving him was never something you knew how to stop doing. even when he forgot you. especially when he forgot you.
the problem is that nicholas doesn't understand what's happening. he doesn't understand why hearing your laugh instantly improves his mood, why seeing your name on his phone makes him smile, why he keeps noticing small details about you, why your sadness affects him more than it should.
and most importantly, why he misses you.
because he does. all the time. it's ridiculous. he'll leave lunch and immediately wonder when he'll see you again. he'll spend all day thinking about conversations you had. he'll hear a joke and instinctively reach for his phone to tell you.
it's driving him insane.
“i think i'm losing my mind.”
k nearly chokes on his drink. “why?”
nicholas drops onto the couch. “there's this girl.”
immediately, the entire room goes silent. every member freezes, because they know exactly who he's talking about.
“what about her?” yuma asks carefully.
nicholas runs a hand through his hair. “i can't stop thinking about her.”
“that's terrible,” jo says, trying not to smile.
nicholas glares. “i'm serious.”
“right. sorry.”
“i don't understand it.” he leans back against the couch, frustration written all over his face. “every time i'm with her, it feels easy.”
nobody says anything.
“and when she's gone, it feels wrong.”
still silence.
“and every time she smiles, i feel like i've seen it before.”
maki physically has to cover his mouth.
nicholas doesn't notice. “it's like i know her. like i've known her forever.”
the room collectively decides not to tell him.
so they say nothing. and nicholas suffers.
months later, he finds an old photo completely by accident.
he's cleaning out a drawer when an envelope slips onto the floor. photographs spill everywhere.
and suddenly, there you are.
smiling. laughing. standing beside him. your hand in his. your head resting on his shoulder.
his breath catches.
there are dozens. hundreds. you everywhere. you in restaurants. you at amusement parks. you asleep against his chest. you wearing his clothes. you kissing his cheek.
his heart pounds.
because nobody takes photos like this with someone they barely know. nobody looks at someone the way he's looking at you in those pictures unless.
unless.
his phone is already in his hand before he realizes it.
you're halfway through making dinner when it rings.
nicholas.
you answer immediately. “hello?”
silence.
then, “were we together?”
your entire body freezes.
the knife slips from your fingers, clattering onto the counter. “what?”
his voice sounds shaky. small. “were we together?”
you close your eyes. because you knew this day would come eventually. you just didn't know it would hurt this much.
“yes.”
another silence. longer this time.
“for how long?”
“three years.”
his inhale is sharp. broken. “three years?”
you nod before remembering he can't see you. “yeah.”
another pause. then quietly, “why didn't anyone tell me?”
your eyes burn. “because the doctors said not to force it.”
“and you listened?”
you laugh, except it sounds suspiciously like a sob. “what else was i supposed to do, nicholas?”
he doesn't answer. because neither of you have one.
after that, things change. not dramatically, not immediately, just enough.
he starts asking questions. small ones at first. what was your first date? what movies did we watch? did we fight a lot? what was i like?
and you answer every single one. sometimes laughing. sometimes crying. sometimes both.
and slowly, very slowly, he begins collecting pieces. not memories, just pieces. stories, fragments, proof that there used to be something here. something important. something worth missing.
then one evening, everything falls apart.
you're sitting across from him at your favorite café, the same one you used to visit together every Friday. he doesn't know that. not consciously. but he chose it anyway, because apparently his heart remembers things his mind doesn't.
you've spent most of the afternoon talking, laughing, pretending everything is normal, when suddenly nicholas goes quiet.
“what's wrong?” you ask.
he stares down at his coffee for so long you think he won't answer.
then finally, “can i ask you something?”
“okay.”
he looks up, and for the first time in months, he looks genuinely afraid.
“why do i miss you?”
your breath catches.
the café disappears. the noise disappears. everything disappears except those four words.
because that's the problem, isn't it? he forgot. his memories disappeared. your relationship disappeared. everything disappeared except the feeling. the love. the ache. the pull that keeps dragging him back toward you.
you look away before he sees tears forming. “i know.”
“but every time i leave, i miss you.”
silence.
“every time something good happens, i want to tell you.”
your vision blurs. “nicholas.”
“every time you're sad, it ruins my day.”
he laughs bitterly. “i don't understand.”
“i don't understand why seeing you smile makes me happy.”
your heart breaks again and again and again.
“i don't understand why i keep looking for you in every room.”
a tear slips down your cheek.
“i don't understand why losing memories of you hurts when i can't even remember them.”
his voice grows quieter.
“and i don't understand why i miss you so much.”
you stare at him. really stare at him. at the boy you've loved for years. the boy who forgot your first kiss, your anniversaries, your inside jokes, your future.
the boy who forgot everything.
everything except how to love you.
and suddenly, you smile.
through tears. through heartbreak. through everything.
you smile.
because maybe love isn't stored in photographs or dates or stories. maybe it lives somewhere deeper than that. somewhere beyond memory.
you reach across the table, take his hand, squeeze gently, and whisper, “because you loved me.”
nicholas freezes.
“you loved me for three years.”
another tear slides down your face. “and maybe your mind forgot.”
his fingers tighten around yours.
“but your heart didn't.”
for a moment, neither of you speak.
then nicholas laughs, soft, breathless, relieved, like he's finally found the answer he'd been searching for.
and when he looks at you again, really looks at you, his eyes are full of something familiar. something warm. something that feels suspiciously like coming home.
“can i ask one more question?”
you nod.
his smile grows, small, hopeful, beautiful.
“do you think, i could fall in love with you again?”
you laugh through your tears. and for the first time in months, it doesn't hurt.
☘︎ ݁˖ genre . angst, heartbreak, afterlife au, married couple au
☘︎ ݁˖ warnings . major character death, grief, mourning, discussions of loss, emotional themes
☘︎ ݁˖ tags . husband fuma, widow reader, letter fic, love beyond death, memories of marriage, mourning husband fuma, yearning, bittersweet, emotional hurt, forever and always
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to my husband, my home, my heart, fuma,
the house doesn't feel like a home anymore. it feels like something paused mid breath and forgot how to continue.
i don't really know how to say this in a way that makes it sound real, so i won't try to make it neat. you always liked things to make sense anyway. patterns, explanations, things you could trace from beginning to end.
but this… this doesn't follow anything like that.
i'm gone, fuma.
and somehow, i'm still here in everything that refuses to change.
your side of the bed is still made the way you left it that morning. i can't bring myself to mess it up. it feels like if i smooth the sheets one more time, i'm admitting you're not coming back to fix it yourself. my side is the opposite. always a little messy. always half lived in, like i was in too much of a hurry to stay still.
the kitchen still has our things in pairs. two mugs. one slightly chipped because i was careless and you said it made it "more mine." two spoons in the drawer that never match anything else. even the smallest things refused to become one.
you used to laugh at that.
i don't anymore.
i miss you in ways i don't know how to explain without sounding like i'm repeating myself in circles. it's not memory. it's not nostalgia.
it's habit that doesn't know it's been broken.
sometimes i still hear you coming in before you even open the door. like the house remembers you before i do. like it's trying to trick me into believing you're just running late again.
and for a second, i almost believe it.
almost.
your members still come by.
not as often as before, but enough that the silence doesn't get to fully settle. they don't talk about you directly at first. none of them do. it's like there's an unspoken agreement that saying your name too clearly might make it hurt more than it already does.
they still act like they're just stopping by. like they didn't plan it on the way up. like they didn't rehearse normal expressions in the mirror before they came in.
nicholas brings food sometimes. he leaves it in the kitchen and tells me he accidentally made too much, even though we both know that's not true. yuma talks too much whenever he's here, jumping from topic to topic so quickly that nobody can get stuck thinking for too long.
k stays quieter. he sits in the same spot you always used to sit in and stares out the window for long stretches of time. sometimes i think he's remembering things he doesn't know how to say out loud.
and riki still laughs sometimes.
not because he's happy. just because something reminds him of you before he remembers you're gone. then the laugh fades, and the room falls quiet again.
they never stay very long.
nobody does.
it always ends the same way. slower goodbyes than hellos. longer pauses at the door than conversations in the room.
like leaving hurts more than arriving ever could.
and i think that's because every visit reminds them of the same thing it reminds me of.
you're not coming back.
not through the door.
not through time.
not the way we spent years believing people would.
i still keep everything the same. your records are still exactly where you left them. i never rearranged them. i thought maybe if i changed even one small thing, the version of you that still exists in this apartment would disappear too.
it doesn't make sense.
i know.
you would've told me that.
i can practically hear your voice saying it.
i still catch myself waiting for you in small ways. leaving the light on in the living room. making too much food. looking up whenever i hear footsteps outside the apartment.
it's embarrassing, honestly.
but it's the only thing that still feels like love in motion.
not memory.
not grief.
just waiting.
there was supposed to be a future here. one we talked about like it was already guaranteed. like we'd already survived everything life could throw at us.
i still see it sometimes.
you smiling at me like you've already decided i'm the only person you'll ever look at that way.
me trying not to cry and failing miserably.
your members making fun of us for being emotional.
a room full of people celebrating something we'd spent years dreaming about.
we were supposed to get there.
we were supposed to stay there.
the dress is still hanging in the closet.
i don't think i'll ever move it. not because i'm waiting to wear it anymore, but because it feels like the only thing left that remembers the future we planned together.
sometimes i stand in front of it for a little too long.
sometimes i imagine what you would've looked like seeing it for the first time.
sometimes i imagine you standing beside me.
and for a second, it almost feels real.
fuma…
if there's anything after this, i hope you're not alone in it.
i hope your laugh still exists somewhere.
i hope you're still surrounded by people who love you.
i hope your members are still making noise around you, teasing you until you roll your eyes and pretend you're annoyed even though you're secretly smiling.
i hope they're okay, too.
i hope they know how much you loved them.
and if there's any way for words to reach wherever you are now, then i need you to know something.
i didn't stop loving you.
not once.
not for a single second.
not even after death.
you were my home long before i realized that's what home was supposed to feel like.
and now every place without you feels unfamiliar.
i don't know how to end this properly.
you always said i overthought everything, and you'd probably be laughing at me right now for rewriting this ending a hundred times.
so i'll keep it simple.
wait for me somewhere beautiful.
somewhere warm.
somewhere that doesn't hurt.
and when we meet again, let me find you first this time.
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husband❤︎euijoo - who immediately pulls you into his lap whenever you've had a long day. one arm around your waist, the other rubbing slow circles into your back while your head rests beneath his chin. he doesn't even need to say much. he just holds you there, swaying slightly as he hums whatever song happens to be stuck in his head until your shoulders finally relax.
husband❤︎euijoo - who has cancelled plans more than once because you weren't feeling well. the members already know what he's like. the second he receives a text saying you're having a rough day, he's suddenly unavailable. no hesitation. no questions asked.
husband❤︎euijoo - who remembers everything about you. not the big things. the tiny things. which blanket you always reach for first. which side of the bed you steal every night despite claiming you don't. the fact that you prefer your coffee sweeter when it's raining. the exact playlist that helps you sleep when your thoughts won't stop racing. sometimes he remembers things about you that even you forgot mentioning.
husband❤︎euijoo - who still gets flustered even after marriage. you could be standing in the kitchen wearing one of his hoodies and suddenly he's staring. completely gone. "juju?" "...huh?"and his ears immediately turn pink.
husband❤︎euijoo - who kisses your forehead every chance he gets. passing each other in the hallway? forehead kiss. you're reading on the couch? forehead kiss. you look particularly cute? two forehead kisses.
husband❤︎euijoo - who always reaches for your hand without thinking. crossing the street, grocery shopping, sitting together on the couch. somehow his hand always finds yours.
husband❤︎euijoo - who leans across the kitchen counter one evening just to press a soft kiss against your lips. you blink. he smiles. then he kisses you again. quicker this time. still gentle. still careful. like he's trying to memorize the feeling. his ears glowing bright red despite the dim kitchen light. "what was that for?" you laugh. euijoo only ducks his head shyly before mumbling, "do i need a reason?"
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