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CRAZY RICH ASIANS ! TEASER

OVERV. sohn yn is happy to accompany her longtime boyfriend, evan, to his best friend’s wedding in korea. she’s also surprised to learn however that evan, or heeseung’s, family is extremely wealthy and he’s one of the most eligible bachelors in all of south korea. thrust into an unwanted spotlight, now she must compete with snobby socialites, odd relatives, and most of all: his disapproving mother. WRNGS. cursing, miscommunication NOTE. heeseung is referred to as evan, will change later on! so sorry for the wait as well

PARK JONGSEONG'S WEDDING HALL

You had never felt so humiliated in your life.

“Her family is ridden with problems! Her father isn't dead at all! He's very much alive. Her mother cheated on him with another man, and then ran to New York. You know what type of scandal this would’ve caused for us? We have a reputation to uphold! You have a reputation to uphold! Do you or do you not understand that!?”

“Mom, you had no right to do this, Yn w--”

“Would you be rational for once!?” Mrs.Lee exclaims, “Do you or do you not?”

“I understand perfectly that you’ve just violated my girlfriend’s priva--”

“Our family cannot be associated with a family like hers,” she hisses, venom dripping from her words. You bite back tears, your fists clenching angrily. 

"She wouldn't lie about something like this," Heeseung quietly says.

"The proof's in the paper," his mother hisses, "This woman can absolutely not be associated with us whatsoever,"

Humiliation.

Shame.

Hatred. 

“Well good for you,” you whisper, “I don’t want part of this shitty family anyways,” you turn around, and then run because that's the only way that you can hide the tears that drip from your eyes as you leave behind the man you had thought was your forever.

PRESENT DAY

“You know you can just order your own right?” you grumble, watching as your boyfriend takes a giant chunk of ramen from your bowl. You stare at his barely touched sushi.

“Nah I’m good with my sushi rolls,” he grins shamelessly.

“Evan,” you groan, “You always say that and end up eating everything,”

“No I don’t!” he laughs.

“Excuse me?” you call, catching the attention of your waitress, “Sorry could we get another bowl of tonkatsu ramen? Thank you!”

“Hey! You’re so dramatic, it’s not like i’m stealing,” he exclaims, “It’s sharing,”

“Sharing?” you echo, “You can’t be serious right? Pay me back for those giant bites you took idiot!”

“Sure Yn, whatever makes you happy,” 

“Pay up if you want me to be happy,” you tease.

“But. . .” he starts, “I think I have something that might make you happier,”

“Oh yeah?”

“How about us taking a trip to the East?”

“Like. . .” you say, taking a sip of broth, “The East Village?” he laughs at your words, ruffling your hair teasingly.

“No, like South Korea. For spring break,” he says, “It’s for Jay’s wedding. We’ve been dating for almost two years now, I think it’s time you meet my family and friends,”

“Seriously Evan?” you laugh in disbelief.

“So serious,” he grins, “And you can even meet up with that. . interesting friend of yours again, the college roommate?”

“Haewon?” you grin, “Well she has been asking me to visit her,”

“Perfect!” he says, “Wouldya look at that, it’s fate,” you smile at his words, and he reaches over the table to grasp your hand, “So what do you say? Will you, Yn Sohn, come with me to Korea?”

“How could I say no now?” you giggle, he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. And from two tables over, a girl narrows her eyes at the scene, a smirk growing on her lips. She stands up confidently, clad in an exspensive chanel jacket and mini skirt.

She struts through the restaurant to the door, extending her hand out to take a selfie. She slows down as she walks by the scene in front of her, snaps a photo, before furiously typing into her phone.

She grins.

ASIARADIONOW [img.392] Just saw Lee Heeseung with his girlfriend Yn Sohn. They're coming to Park Jongseong's wedding. Spread the word! What a nobody 🤣

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(HAEZYE 2025)

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[aureyaa]

06. 24 hour trial run

“so what do married people do?” jay asks, eyes squinting behind his sunglasses as you both stand outside a convenience store in the middle of the vegas strip.

“argue over where to eat and then end up buying snacks instead,” you deadpan.

“perfect,” he grins, holding the door open for you.

you walk in side by side, the weight of the morning’s chaos still lingering, but dulled by the fact that neither of you has bolted yet. somehow, it’s… comfortable. which is exactly what makes it so unnerving.

2:03 p.m.

you two are sitting on the curb, sipping slushies and eating overpriced chips. jay holds up the ring you took off earlier, turning it over in his fingers.

“it’s kinda cute,” he says. “minimalist. like you.”

you raise a brow. “are you flirting with me?”

“depends. is it working?”

you roll your eyes, but don’t tell him to stop.

4:47 p.m.

jay drags you into a photo booth.

“for documentation,” he says. “just in case you try to say this never happened.”

you both squeeze into the frame. in the first shot, you’re making a face. in the second, he’s doing bunny ears behind you. in the third… you’re both laughing. real, teeth-showing, blurry kind of laughter.

you don’t remember the last time you looked like that in a photo.

6:10 p.m.

it’s quiet in the hotel room again. you’re sitting on the bed, scrolling aimlessly. jay is lying back on the couch, flipping channels.

“you okay?” he asks softly, without looking at you.

you glance over. “yeah. just… weirdly not hating this.”

he turns his head, meets your eyes.

“same.”

9:30 p.m.

you fall asleep with your head on the opposite side of the bed, the space between you both filled with snacks, a remote, and the sound of a muted movie neither of you finished.

he doesn’t say goodnight. but before you drift off, you feel him gently tuck the blanket over your shoulder.

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[aureyaa]

Y’all I just got that ikea alien plushie all the idols have

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05. Free Trial

[group chat: marriage certificate]

members: twin, chae, kiki, sun☀️, the aussie bsf, seung, hoonie, jay, yn

twin

WHY IS JAY IN HERE

i didn’t agree to this

kiki

same. i woke up and suddenly i’m in a shared custody group chat

the aussie bsf

he’s family now 😌

marriage means everyone suffers together

sun☀️

WAIT

ARE THEY STILL MARRIED 😭

chae

wasn’t the whole point of the meeting to end the marriage??

yn

🫠

we’re keeping it for 24 hours. trial period.

seung

you make it sound like a subscription plan

jay

technically it kind of is

cancel anytime, no refunds

hoonie

this is either brilliant or deeply concerning

leaning toward concerning

twin

so what now? do you guys like… hold hands in public or something?

yn

no. we just don’t call a lawyer today. that’s it.

jay

she says that but i already suggested matching outfits

chae

PLS DO IT

give us the “married in vegas but cute” aesthetic

sun☀️

they’re literally soulmates idc idc

the aussie bsf

i volunteer as your chaos coordinator for this trial phase

someone needs to keep a spreadsheet

kiki

y’all are treating this like a science experiment and i’m so here for it

jay

update: we’ve had breakfast, shared syrup, and didn’t kill each other

marriage success rate = 87%

yn

you dropped the fork three times

jay

i was nervous okay

seung

do we… need to prepare for an actual wedding now orrr

hoonie

don’t encourage them

chae

i’ll be the flower girl

don’t test me

sun☀️

already planning the wedding playlist 🎶

yn

can we all relax

this is temporary. like… 23 hours left.

jay

👀

plenty of time to change your mind

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[aureyaa]

Pretty boy

Pairing: Jongseob x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mutual pining, emotional comfort

Length: didn’t check 😀

Warnings: Mention of self-doubt, public perception, fluff-heavy ending

You knew the version everyone thought they knew of Jongseob.

The cocky one. The charmer. The "face" of the group, the one everyone was brave enough to call "too pretty to be real." The one who walked into a room like he was born to occupy every position in every limelight, hoodie half-down his shoulder, jaw angled so harshly it could cut glass.

But people never noticed anything but what they wanted.

You noticed the real one.

The Jongseob who stayed behind when everyone else had left the studio, softly rapping to himself, rehearsing the same verse until his voice cracked.

The Jongseob who browsed through hate comments and reminded himself they didn't matter — but you could catch a glimpse of how his jaw would grit.

The Jongseob who, with all the praise, still gazed in the mirror at moments such as these as if he weren't quite sure what was staring back.

"Y/N," he said one afternoon, catching up with you in front of the art building. "You're always waiting for me?"

You didn't even glance up from your sketchpad. "You're late."

"Still doesn't answer the question," he said, falling into step with you.

You gave him a sideways look. "Maybe I just like the silence before you ruin it."

He let out a low laugh. "Wow. The disrespect."

Finally, you looked at him — hair disheveled from wind, backpack unzipped across one shoulder. In spite of all the joking you'd done with him, there was no possibility that he wasn't stunning. Not in a frightening sense. More like. infuriatingly easy.

He caught you staring. "See something you like, pretty girl?"

You rolled your eyes and went back to sketching. "I don't talk to pretty boys."

"Sounds like you do," he said, lips twisting.

You didn't respond. Because the thing was, you had sketched him. Again. You hadn't even realized you'd done it until his jawline appeared on the page — harder than you remembered, eyes gentler than he ever let anyone see.

"Am I that interesting to draw?" he asked quietly.

You didn't look up. "You're more than a face."

That froze him.

"I don't know if most people think that," he said after a moment.

"Then most people don't know you."

He went quiet again. When you finally caught his eye, he wasn't smiling anymore. Just looking down at his hands like they weren't his.

It was a week later when you saw him sitting alone behind the dance studio. Hoodie pulled low, phone screen dark in his hand.

"They're saying I'm all looks," he said to you when you sat next to him. "Like… I'm just here to look cute."

You did not have to ask who "they" was.

"Really, does it bother you so much?" you asked softly.

He hesitated. "It shouldn't. I mean, I do look good." He tried to grin. Failed. "But yeah. It does."

"Because you work so hard for people to only remark on your cheekbones," you growled.

That produced a little laugh. "Do you think a lot about my cheekbones?"

You nudged his shoulder. "I think about how unfortunate it is that everyone just focuses on the rest."

He tilted his head back toward you then, really looking at you — like he was memorizing the way you'd said it.

"I don't know how you do it," he said.

"Do what?"

"Talk to me like I'm… just a guy. Not a 'pretty boy.' Not a name people whisper about online."

You gave a small smile. "Because I know what it's like to be misunderstood."

"And you still choose to understand me."

"Every time."

His hand brushed yours, tentative. Then settled there.

The next time he sees you, it's late — after practice, after dinner, when the world's quiet enough to breathe in.

He texts you. "You awake?"

You text back right away. "Meet me on the rooftop."

When he shows up, you're already sitting there, sketchbook in your lap, city lights behind you.

He sits beside you, wind blowing cool across his skin. He doesn't speak first.

So you do.

"I don't think you're just a pretty boy."

His eyes dart over to you.

"I believe you're somebody who works twice as hard because everybody assumes it's all handed to you. Somebody who second-guesses even when you receive the take. Somebody who's so accustomed to being looked at that you can't even recall what it's like to be looked at. Truly looked at."

He doesn't speak for a moment.

Then, softly

"May I say something to you?"

You nod.

"I don't care what the world thinks about me. Not really. But I care about what you think."

You catch his gaze — warm, glassy under the stars.

"Then know this," you breathe. "You're a good singer. You're enthusiastic. You're authentic. And yeah… you're cute."

He takes a short breath of laughter. "So you'll concede."

"You're the most adorable boy I've ever seen."

A temporary silence falls.

Then he inches closer — slow, unsure.

When lips touch, it's gentle. Barely there. Like a secret whispered.

And when he pulls away, forehead still resting against yours, he says in a whisper:

"Thanks for seeing me.

You squeeze your hand around his. "Always."

Later, the teasing doesn't sting as much.

Because now, when people say he's "just a pretty boy," he smiles.

Because he knows someone sees him for so much more.

And that makes all the difference.

[aureyaa]

I’m going to lick 👅 this man up tf

[aureyaa]

Um question for all my smau writers how do you make larger group chats with up to ten people 😭😭 I WILL NOT be paying for that so please 🙏

[aureyaa]

BOYS DO CRY Lee Sang Heon for DAZED Korea February 2025 Issue

[aureyaa]

Ik I said I’ll post this but guys 😔

[aureyaa]

Also pt.2 of this or what 😛

go home

t.yushi x fem. reader

pc: 3

warnings: enemies to lovers (kinda???), reluctant caretaker vibes, also short but may continue

[aureyaa]

04. toast and tension

the diner smells like burnt coffee and syrup and too much nostalgia. jay sits across from you in a hoodie and sunglasses, as if this is some sort of undercover mission and not an emergency marriage summit.

"we could have done this on facetime," you mutter, stirring your orange juice with the straw.

"and miss the joy of making awkward eye contact over pancakes?" he replies pointedly.

you almost smile. almost.

there's a beat of quiet before he pulls out a crumpled slip of paper.

"i made a list," he says. "of our choices."

you blink. "a list?"

"option one: annulment. clean cut. done."

he turns the page.

"option two: stay married for now, forestall drama, slowly let it fade away when everyone stops freaking out."

"and option three?"

he hesitates. "we do nothing. and wait and see what happens."

you look at him. "are you suggesting we stay married?"

“no," he says quickly. "just. you know. theoretically. as an idea."

you look at him, at the nervous angle of his smile and the beat of his fingers against his coffee mug. he's nervous. you are too.

"why is this more of a non-emergency meeting and less of a really weird first date?"

jay raises an eyebrow at you. "are you complaining that you're not having fun?

you throw a napkin at him. he catches it.

you and he are silent for a while. the waitress comes in with your waffles and serves you that look of hers as though she knows what all this is about. perhaps she does. maybe vegas operates on weird stories like yours.

you take a breath.

"we'll cancel it."

"alright," jay says, inclining his head. "but… not today."

you freeze. "why not today?"

he shrugs. "figured we could try getting married for 24 hours. just for kicks."

you glare. "you're crazy."

"legally, i'm your crazy husband."

you moan into your waffle.

this is going to be a long day.

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[aureyaa]

do u write for male reader?

I do not but I do know someone that does 😀

Y’all should check out my moot @kayunplugged

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03. side reactions

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[aureyaa]

Once Sieun befriends someone, it's for life.

The shock-induced deep sleep that Sieun went into was basically a long conversation with Beomseok. It's very interesting that in the day to day, Suho occupies all his thoughts, but when he entered a deeper level of subconscious, he discovered Beomseok. It shows how when Sieun befriends someone, which he doesn't do easily, it's for life. Even if they do him wrong, he continues to see them as friends and always cares for them. He still thinks about Beomseok and cares deeply for him.

The sleep can also be seen as Beomseok "imprisoning" Sieun, and the prison very interestingly was a boxing ring, a place where he lost not just one, but both of his friends. Beomseok was determined to make him stay there longer but when Sieun decided he must go, he immediately leaves his hand and lets him go, not waiting for an explanation, because the silence was the explanation. The silence is the turmoil between the past and the present. Between what is and what could have been.

[aureyaa]

That truck is my worst enemy 😭

I can’t believe my beloved White Truck of Death would betray me and come for my baby Sieun like this.