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[gohyemi]

'MAN, CHILD'

-teaser- “I… I like you!”

Mingyu froze. The words hit him like a sudden gust of wind. Y/n was standing right in front of him, eyes locked on his, her voice trembling but firm. The confession came out of nowhere—right after the chaos that had just unfolded downstairs. And now, here she was, dropping yet another bomb on the rooftop of the restaurant.

“It’s… it’s already been a long time since this feeling has been inside me,” she said, her voice soft but filled with urgency. “I can’t stand it anymore.” Her eyes searched his face, holding onto a fragile thread of hope.

Mingyu’s thoughts spun wildly. What is she doing? Why now? His pulse quickened, panic clawing at the edges of his mind. He needed to calm down, to think, but the heaviness in his chest made it impossible.

'OH NO' He screams inside.

“Can we… talk another time?” His voice was tight. “I have to go.”

He had to get out of there—now—before she saw what she wasn’t supposed to.

Her heart dropped at his words, a sharp ache spreading through her chest. But she wasn’t ready to let him slip away that easily.

“Wait, Mingyu!”

She reached out and grabbed his arm, her grip desperate.

“Y/n- please...let go,” Mingyu muttered, trying to free himself. But even as he did, his vision began to tilt, the rooftop blurring at the edges.

“Mingyu?” Her brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just… let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” he said quickly, his voice almost pleading now. “I really need to go.”

Her fingers loosened reluctantly, the warmth of his arm slipping from her grasp. He turned and headed for the door—

—when suddenly—

POOF!

A sharp flash of light burst around him.

Y/n’s eyes went wide, her breath catching in her throat. Right in front of her, Mingyu’s tall, broad figure—towering at 189cm only seconds ago—shrank rapidly. His limbs drew in, his height collapsing, until he was no longer the man she knew, but a short boy drowning in a blazer far too big for him.

The jacket that had fit perfectly a moment ago now hung like an oversized blanket, the sleeves covering his small hands.

Mingyu stared at the ground, mortified.

‘Shit…’ he swore inwardly, his face heating.

Y/n’s voice trembled, torn between disbelief and panic. “M-Mingyu…? What… just happened to you?”

Mingyu clenched his fists, his mind racing for an excuse, an explanation—anything. But his mouth went dry.

He had been caught. -------------------

a/n: I'm back with another series of Mingyu. a bit of nonsense, but bear with me. enjoy!!

[gohyemi]

A list of seventeen stories!

seungcheol

no turning back, part 2, part 3

at your service!, part 2

jeonghan

the curse fate (teaser) , part 1, part 2, part 3, final

last chapter: Us (part 1), last chapter: Us (part 2)

Joshua

Is it love or a scent?, part 1, part 2, part 3, final

mingyu

birthday wishes, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, sequel

our imperfect forever

sparks between us

wonwoo

his miss butterfly

my last chance

the first snow

dokyeom

my ex, the baby chicky, part 2

mission abort!! signal failed! (teaser), part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 ----------------------------- join here if you want to be in the taglist

[gohyemi]

sparks between us

“You guys ready?” Y/N asked as she carefully buckled the youngest into his car seat, getting everything set for their evening adventure.

“Yeah!” came the cheerful reply in unison from the twins, Somin and Jongmin, their faces already glowing with excitement.

Y/N smiled. She had decided to take her sister’s kids to the local festival being held that night. She knew how much they loved fireworks—and this was the perfect chance to treat them. Beside her, the baby, who was almost a year old, giggled at the sound of his siblings' enthusiastic voices.

“Alright then—let’s go!” she grinned, starting the engine.

———

The festival grounds were alive with energy. Though the place was packed, the crowd was still bearable, and the paths were wide enough to move through without too much trouble. Colorful lights twinkled from every direction, casting a warm glow on the faces of passersby. The twins' mouths hung open in wonder, their eyes darting around in awe.

“Imo, let’s go there!” Somin tugged eagerly at the hem of Y/N’s shirt, pointing toward a game booth glittering with lights and prizes.

Y/N glanced down, adjusting the baby strapped securely to her front while she pushed Jongmin in the stroller. “Slow down, Somin,” she chuckled. “Let’s go after the fireworks. Come on—we have to find a good spot before they start!”

Somin pouted at the initial rejection, but her mood instantly lifted at the mention of fireworks. “Okay! Yay!” she cheered, skipping forward.

By the time they reached the riverside, a large crowd had already gathered, taking up most of the front viewing spots. Y/N sighed. They’d have to settle for watching from a little farther back. She adjusted the baby in the carrier and made sure everything was secure.

Just then, a countdown boomed through the speakers.

“Imo, carry me!” Somin chirped, reaching up.

Y/N giggled and crouched down slightly to let Somin climb onto her back. “Alright, up you go,” she said, securing the girl carefully for a piggyback ride.

“I can’t see too!” Jongmin complained, trying his best to stand in the stroller, only to be blocked by the taller crowd in front of them.

“Oh, Jongmin-ah…” Y/N looked around helplessly. With the baby strapped to her front and Somin on her back, there was no way she could lift Jongmin too. She was completely occupied.

Just then, a gentle cough caught her attention from behind.

She turned—and froze.

Standing there was someone she never expected to see. Was this real life? Either she was incredibly lucky… or God had decided to make her final wish come true tonight.

The man standing before her was like someone pulled straight from her daydreams. Tall. Handsome. Well-dressed. He even smelled amazing. And the way his eyes sparkled under the festival lights—she could’ve sworn time slowed.

“If it’s alright with you,” the man said kindly, his deep voice smooth and warm, “I can carry your kid on my shoulders so he can see the fireworks.”

And he’s kind too?! Y/N blinked, stunned.

Before she could even respond, Somin—still clinging to Y/N’s back—cut in with a stern voice. “She’s our aunt, not our mom. Our mom and dad are on their honeymoon. We’re here with Imo to see the fireworks!”

Even the baby let out a high-pitched squeak as if trying to join the conversation, glaring adorably at the stranger.

The man chuckled. “Oh, of course. My deepest apologies, princess. Thank you for clearing that up.” He gave a slight bow toward Somin and the baby, still smiling.

Y/N nearly lost feeling in her knees at the sound of his laugh. She cleared her throat quickly, forcing herself to focus. “Umm… sorry. And you are…?”

“Oh! I’m Mingyu,” he replied with an easy smile. “I saw you struggling with the little ones, so I thought maybe I could help your nephew see better. No bad intention I swear” mingyu put his right hand to his heart.

Y/N paused for a second, still unsure if she was dreaming. But the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable.

“…That would actually be really helpful,” she admitted, offering a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

“No problem,” he said, bending down to Jongmin’s level. “Hey buddy, want to hop on my shoulders?”

Jongmin looked up at Y/N for approval.

When she nodded, he beamed and eagerly let Mingyu lift him.

With Somin on her back, the baby giggling in front, and now Jongmin cheering from Mingyu’s shoulders, Y/N couldn’t help but feel warmth flood her chest.

“Is this why people say that when you’re in love, you start imagining a family with them too?” Y/N found herself thinking, glancing sideways at Mingyu.

She quickly shook the thought away, blaming the atmosphere.

A loud crack echoed through the night sky, pulling her attention back to the fireworks. Bright, colorful bursts painted the darkness with light, spreading like glowing petals across the heavens. The twins oohed and aahed from her back and beside her, and even the baby let out a delighted squeal before snuggling deeper into her chest.

As the final sparks faded into the night, the crowd slowly began to disperse. The show was over.

Mingyu crouched down gently, letting Jongmin slide off his shoulders. The little boy landed with a bounce, a wide smile on his face.

“Ajusshi, you’re so tall! That was fun! I felt like a giant!” Jongmin exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with joy.

Mingyu laughed and affectionately ruffled the boy’s hair. “Thanks, buddy. I bet you’ll be tall too someday.”

Y/N glanced down just in time to see the baby yawn and whine softly, rubbing his face against her chest as he began to drift off. The warmth of the night, the excitement, and the weight of carrying three kids was starting to take its toll on her too.

“Thank you so much, Mingyu-ssi,” Y/N said, bowing slightly with sincere gratitude.

“Imo… I want to go home now…” Somin mumbled, her voice muffled as she nuzzled against Y/N’s back.

With a tired sigh, Y/N gently crouched to let Somin down, shifting her carefully into the stroller so she could rest. Jongmin, ever the quiet one, stood beside them, rubbing his eyes. Even he was starting to give in to sleepiness, proving how closely the twins were in sync.

Y/N turned back to Mingyu. “I really wish I could repay you somehow, Mingyu-ssi… but I need to get these monsters home.” She ruffled Jongmin’s hair playfully, making him blush and shyly hide behind her leg.

Mingyu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well… you could repay me later.”

“Huh?” Y/N blinked.

Without a word, Mingyu pulled out his phone and opened Instagram, holding it out to her with the search bar already waiting.

“Mind giving me your @? So we can keep in touch? And maybe you can repay me with coffee someday?” His ears had turned a noticeable shade of red.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the squeal threatening to escape. He’s seriously this cute too?

Trying her best to stay calm, she took the phone and typed in her username.

“There,” she said, handing it back with a small smile. “Hope we run into each other again soon, Mingyu-ssi.”

“Same here,” he said with a grin, his eyes still lingering on her for just a second longer than necessary.

As she turned around and began to walk away, she could hear Jongmin cheerfully calling out behind her.

“Bye-bye, tall AJUSSHI!”

Mingyu laughed and waved back. “Bye, little man!”

And just like that, they disappeared into the night—three sleepy kids, one glowing heart, and the soft echo of fireworks still lingering in the air.

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a/n: short oneshot before i dissapear again~

[gohyemi]

At your Service! C.SC

pairing: seungcheol x reader

warnings: none

a/n: In my draft a long time ago, might as well make it into a new series ---------------------------------

“Come on, Mochi, let’s get that melon bread I’ve been craving,” Y/N said cheerfully as she slipped on her tennis shoes. She wore a yellow sundress that fell just above her knees, its soft fabric swaying gently with her movements.

Grabbing Mochi’s leash from the hook by the door, she clipped it onto his collar and headed out of the apartment, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the quiet street. The bakery was just a few blocks away, but her excitement made her walk a little faster than usual.

Mochi, her loyal golden retriever, trotted beside her, occasionally glancing up with concerned eyes. He adjusted his pace to stay in step with her, aware of her condition and careful not to let her overexert herself. Y/N didn’t seem to notice — or maybe she was just too thrilled at the thought of biting into the soft, sweet bread she’d been dreaming of all week.

With every step, her dress danced in the breeze, and the world felt a little lighter — just a girl, her dog, and a shared craving for a simple joy.

As the store came into view, Y/N’s excitement bubbled over. She skipped a step, her thoughts already drifting to the smell of freshly baked melon bread. But she didn’t notice the small stone in her path. Her foot caught on it, and she slipped forward — right into someone.

She stumbled into a man walking from the opposite direction. In a split second, he reached out and steadied her, but not before the hot coffee he was holding spilled, splashing onto his hand as he fell slightly to the side.

Y/N gasped in shock. The man hissed in pain, clutching his hand. Mochi barked, startled by the sudden chaos.

“Aishh, miss, are you—” he began, his tone sharp, ready to scold the clumsy stranger. But the moment his eyes met hers, he froze. His brows relaxed, words suddenly catching in his throat.

Y/N’s face flushed with guilt and embarrassment. “I’m so, so sorry, sir,” she said quickly, bowing her head slightly.

She reached into her bag for tissues, panic setting in. “Your hand—are you okay? Did it burn badly? I didn’t mean to—”

The man blinked, still a little stunned. “It’s... fine. Just hot,” he muttered, trying to brush it off even though the sting was clearly bothering him.

Mochi stepped between them, protective and curious, sniffing the stranger cautiously.

“It’s turning red though!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice laced with panic as she noticed the skin on his hand starting to flush. Without thinking twice, she quickly pulled some tissues from her bag and gently wiped the coffee stain from his hand.

The man looked a little taken aback by her sudden concern, but didn’t stop her.

“Come with me — let’s put some ice on it, sir,” she urged, already reaching for his arm as if to guide him. Her eyes were wide with worry, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, her genuine concern was obvious.

Mochi let out a small whine and nudged her leg. The man looked at her — this clumsy girl in a sunny yellow dress with a flustered face and an overly concerned golden retriever — and let out a quiet sigh.

“…Alright,” he said at last, his tone softening. “Lead the way.”

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The truth is the coffee does not hurt anymore; the lie is that he is still in pain. He wasn’t sure why he kept playing along — maybe it was her worried expression, or maybe it was just… interesting.

Even Mochi, trotting beside them, seemed to narrow his eyes suspiciously. The golden retriever gave the man a quick side glance, as if to say, Really?

When they finally reached the small café Y/N had been heading toward, she led him inside without hesitation. The scent of fresh pastries and roasted coffee filled the air.

She walked straight to the counter. “Vernon-ssi, can I get some ice for this gentleman?” she asked politely, gesturing to the man beside her.

The barista, Vernon, looked up and blinked — first at Y/N, then at the man standing next to her. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh—Hyung? Wh—” Vernon started, clearly recognising him.

Before he could say more, the man suddenly hissed again, clutching his hand dramatically. “Ah—it’s still hot,” he said, eyes widening in mock pain as if on cue.

Vernon raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Y/N, however, was too focused on helping to notice.

“Just a moment!” Vernon said, ducking behind the counter to get some ice, though he shot the man a look that said Really, Hyung?

Mochi sat by the door, letting out a soft woof, clearly unimpressed with the performance.

They both took a seat at the small table near the door, where the soft sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden floor.

Vernon returned with a small bundle of ice wrapped neatly in a clean towel. As he handed it over to Y/N, he gave his hyung a knowing look — part amusement, part warning — before quietly heading back behind the counter, shaking his head with a faint smile.

Y/N took the towel and gently dabbed it against the man’s hand, her brows furrowed with guilt.

“I’m so sorry I slipped and knocked down your coffee,” she said, her voice soft as she focused on the red patch of skin.

The man looked at her for a moment — the way her eyes held genuine concern, the careful way her hands moved.

“Seungcheol,” he said suddenly.

Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

“My name,” he clarified with a small smile. “It’s Seungcheol.”

She looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze. “Oh… I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” Seungcheol said with a small, amused smile, “were you just out walking your dog?”

“Oh no, actually,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I was heading to this café to get some bread — melon bread, to be exact. I’ve been craving it all morning.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “You seem to know the staff pretty well.”

As if on cue, Vernon approached their table with a tray in hand. He placed a neatly wrapped piece of melon bread and a cup of iced chocolate in front of Y/N with practiced ease.

“She’s a regular,” Vernon said, then added with a casual grin, “and she was my classmate back in our college days, actually.”

“Hey there, buddy,” Vernon reaching down to gently pet Mochi. In response, Mochi let out a friendly bark, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “We were in a few literature classes together.”

Before Seungcheol could ask more, the soft chime of the counter bell rang out, signaling another customer waiting to order.

“Duty calls,” Vernon said, offering a brief nod to Seungcheol before heading back behind the counter.

Seungcheol looked down at the bread and drink, then back at Y/N. “You’ve got a regular order and a connection to the barista. That’s impressive.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, breaking off a piece of melon bread and handing it to Seungcheol. “Perks of loyalty,” she said playfully. “Want to try some? Consider it my official apology for the coffee incident.”

He accepted the piece with a chuckle. “I guess this makes up for it... a little.”

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Should I make it into a new series, tho? 🧐

[gohyemi]

Mission abort!! Signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl @iarayara

a/n: its a mess

<<PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

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Part. 5

“You sure he’s acting like that?” Jeonghan raised a brow, lazily sipping his iced coffee.

“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed as she leaned back in her seat. “It’s weird. Like—why now? When I’m trying so hard to move on, that’s when he decides to act like this?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, head falling against the back of the bench.

The past few weeks had felt like a dream she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up from—or fall deeper into.

Before, it was always her waiting for him after class, her buying the banana milk, her chasing moments with him.

Now, the roles had reversed.

Seokmin had been… different.

He waited for her now. Showed up with snacks, casually sliding them into her hands as they walked together.

And the messages?

Daily.

Seokmin: morning, morning to you and morning for me too ✨ Seokmin: don’t forget to eat, okay? I know you skipped it 🫤

It was as if he suddenly realized she was slipping away—and now, he couldn’t stand it.

And then there was the Seungcheol problem.

Every time she was with Cherry, somehow—somehow—Seokmin would appear. Like magic. Or a glitch in the simulation.

“That guy pisses me off,” Seungcheol muttered one evening after Seokmin had miraculously shown up at their usual hangout spot—again.

Y/N just chuckled, resting her chin on her hand.

“He’s kinda cute, though,” she said teasingly.

Seungcheol groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes, practically melting into his chair. “ no I know why people said that love can make people blind”

“Hey!”

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“So, where do we start?” Seokmin asked, grinning. “Should we try that viral hamburger place? It’s near here.”

They were walking side by side, the sky soft with golden afternoon light. Ironically—or maybe fatefully—they had both shown up in white tees layered under light blue button-ups. A silent match neither of them planned, yet somehow perfectly them.

a few days ago seokmin had message her to have a bit hangout

“Want to hang out before we go to the bar with them?” Y/n is hesitant seeing Seokmin message

She was unsure but not stupid. She is for sure feeling this time that this guy is trying to win her. 

“You better make it better, Lee Seokmin, cause I don’t want to get my heart broken like last time”, she mutters to herself while replied to him, agreeing to meet with him

“I’ll follow along,” Y/N said with a playful grin, “as long as you pay, Seokmin.”

He skipped a step ahead excitedly, her teasing barely making him falter. But then—he slowed, turned to glance at her with a small frown.

“Why don’t you call me that anymore?”

Y/N blinked. “Call you what?”

He pouted slightly. “Minminie~. You used to call me that all the time. But now… nothing. Yet you’re out here calling that dude Cherry like it’s no big deal.”

Y/N paused, lips parting. “Well… it was to avoid misunderstandings. People thought we were a thing because I was so—um—extra with you,” she trailed off, rubbing her neck awkwardly. 

Seokmin’s brows knit slightly, but he didn’t back off. “Well, calling him Cherry could cause misunderstandings too, couldn’t it?”

Y/N opened her mouth, closed it again. Technically, he wasn’t wrong.

“I call you Y/Nnie~,” he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So call me the same, too.”

Y/N looked at him for a second—his eyes were hopeful, just a bit sheepish, and somehow annoyingly adorable.

She let out a breath and surrendered. “Alright, alright. Minnie~”

His smile immediately brightened, boyish and pure.

Y/N, meanwhile, mentally facepalmed.

Sorry, Jeonghan… I had to break that one rule. It’s hard to resist this guy.

Night had fallen, and the soft neon lights of the bar buzzed quietly against the hum of voices inside. It was their usual hangout spot—warm, a little loud, and full of laughter. Y/N and Seokmin walked in together, side by side, the buzz of their earlier outing still lingering between them.

As the door swung open, they were greeted by cheers and shouts from their group already seated inside.

“Woo! Seokmin and Y/N arrived together? What is this~?” one of their friends teased, loud enough to draw attention.

Heads turned. Laughter bubbled. And from the end of the long table—Seungcheol looked up.

He was seated beside Jeonghan, a few girls chatting near him, though he didn’t seem particularly interested. But the moment he heard their names together, his gaze sharpened—locked directly on the two walking in.

Seokmin chuckled and raised his hand awkwardly. “We just got back from checking out that burger place—came straight here after.”

He turned to Y/N with a smile, already reaching out to guide her. “Come on, Y/N, let’s sit—”

“Y/N! Over here!” Seungcheol’s voice cut in smoothly.

He waved from his seat, already scooting over to make space. Jeonghan grinned beside him, silently observing it all unfold like a drama.

Y/N turned to Seokmin briefly, offering him a soft smile and a light touch on the arm. “I’ll go sit with them, you can sit with your friends, yeah?”

Before he could even process a reply, she had already made her way to Seungcheol’s side.

Seokmin stood there, arm half-extended, smile frozen.

Disbelief twisted in his chest.

And then—

He looked up and saw Seungcheol lifting his glass toward him, that signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

A subtle challenge.

The fume in Seokmin’s chest ignited just a little more.

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The night had been full of laughter, loud games, and shared stories that echoed through the bar like familiar songs. Y/N was glowing, cheeks pink from the drinks and the energy of the group. She had let herself loosen up, let herself laugh a little louder—and almost drink a little too much.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jeonghan gently pried the shot glass from her fingers, brows raised.

“Huh?” Y/N blinked at him, tipsy and confused.

“Stop it, girl. Go fix yourself. Seungcheol will send you home,” he said firmly.

She blinked again, then turned to Seungcheol, who raised a brow, halfway through a sip of his drink.

“Seriously?” she asked, though her body was already leaning against the table, tired from the long day.

“Seriously,” Jeonghan nodded, patting her shoulder. “Go wash up before you fall asleep here.”

Y/N groaned but gave in, wobbling slightly as she stood. “Fine, fine…”

She turned to Seungcheol and handed him her small purse.

“Hold my bag for me?”

He stood up casually and gave a dramatic bow. “As you wish, my lady~”

She giggled and wandered off toward the restroom.

Seungcheol chuckled to himself, sitting back down, the bag resting in his lap as he scrolled through his phone.

But then—he felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence stepping up in front of him, heavy with unsaid words and something a little darker.

Seungcheol looked up from his screen.

Seokmin.

His expression unreadable. Jaw slightly tight. Eyes fixed on him, sharp and quiet.

“Yes?” Seungcheol asked, calm and composed. His voice held no edge, but his eyes said he was ready—ready for whatever this was.

Seokmin stood in front of him, fists clenched at his sides, no longer trying to mask the frustration.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. And I think you already know what I’m about to say.”

Seungcheol leaned back slightly, playing it cool. “Hmm? Not sure I follow.”

“Cut the act,” Seokmin snapped, his voice low but firm. “Do you have feelings for Y/N?”

Seungcheol’s eyes flickered—just for a second—but his tone didn’t waver.

“I don’t think I’m obligated to answer that.”

Seokmin scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll go first then.”

He looked him dead in the eyes.

“I like her. And I’m not just realising it now. I’ve liked her for a long time. But I messed up. I took too long to figure it out… and now she’s closer to you.”

Seungcheol didn’t flinch. Just sat there, Y/N’s bag still in his lap like a symbol of where things stood.

“I don’t know what the hell happened..” Seokmin continued, voice raw now. “But I’m not just going to stand back and let you take her.”

The words hung between them, heavy, charged.

A beat passed.

“She’s not a prize to be taken, Seokmin.” Seungcheol finally spoke, calmly, but without his usual smirk.

Another pause, he takes the last sip of his drink, then his eyes dart to Seokmin’s.

“But I’m not stepping back either.”

-tbc-

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[gohyemi]

Mission abort!! Signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl @iarayara

a/n: its a mess

<<PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

.ೃ࿔☼*:･.ೃ࿔☼*:･.ೃ࿔☼*:･.ೃ࿔☼*:･.ೃ࿔☼*:･

Part. 5

“You sure he’s acting like that?” Jeonghan raised a brow, lazily sipping his iced coffee.

“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed as she leaned back in her seat. “It’s weird. Like—why now? When I’m trying so hard to move on, that’s when he decides to act like this?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, head falling against the back of the bench.

The past few weeks had felt like a dream she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up from—or fall deeper into.

Before, it was always her waiting for him after class, her buying the banana milk, her chasing moments with him.

Now, the roles had reversed.

Seokmin had been… different.

He waited for her now. Showed up with snacks, casually sliding them into her hands as they walked together.

And the messages?

Daily.

Seokmin: morning, morning to you and morning for me too ✨ Seokmin: don’t forget to eat, okay? I know you skipped it 🫤

It was as if he suddenly realized she was slipping away—and now, he couldn’t stand it.

And then there was the Seungcheol problem.

Every time she was with Cherry, somehow—somehow—Seokmin would appear. Like magic. Or a glitch in the simulation.

“That guy pisses me off,” Seungcheol muttered one evening after Seokmin had miraculously shown up at their usual hangout spot—again.

Y/N just chuckled, resting her chin on her hand.

“He’s kinda cute, though,” she said teasingly.

Seungcheol groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes, practically melting into his chair. “ no I know why people said that love can make people blind”

“Hey!”

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“So, where do we start?” Seokmin asked, grinning. “Should we try that viral hamburger place? It’s near here.”

They were walking side by side, the sky soft with golden afternoon light. Ironically—or maybe fatefully—they had both shown up in white tees layered under light blue button-ups. A silent match neither of them planned, yet somehow perfectly them.

a few days ago seokmin had message her to have a bit hangout

“Want to hang out before we go to the bar with them?” Y/n is hesitant seeing Seokmin message

She was unsure but not stupid. She is for sure feeling this time that this guy is trying to win her. 

“You better make it better, Lee Seokmin, cause I don’t want to get my heart broken like last time”, she mutters to herself while replied to him, agreeing to meet with him

“I’ll follow along,” Y/N said with a playful grin, “as long as you pay, Seokmin.”

He skipped a step ahead excitedly, her teasing barely making him falter. But then—he slowed, turned to glance at her with a small frown.

“Why don’t you call me that anymore?”

Y/N blinked. “Call you what?”

He pouted slightly. “Minminie~. You used to call me that all the time. But now… nothing. Yet you’re out here calling that dude Cherry like it’s no big deal.”

Y/N paused, lips parting. “Well… it was to avoid misunderstandings. People thought we were a thing because I was so—um—extra with you,” she trailed off, rubbing her neck awkwardly. 

Seokmin’s brows knit slightly, but he didn’t back off. “Well, calling him Cherry could cause misunderstandings too, couldn’t it?”

Y/N opened her mouth, closed it again. Technically, he wasn’t wrong.

“I call you Y/Nnie~,” he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So call me the same, too.”

Y/N looked at him for a second—his eyes were hopeful, just a bit sheepish, and somehow annoyingly adorable.

She let out a breath and surrendered. “Alright, alright. Minnie~”

His smile immediately brightened, boyish and pure.

Y/N, meanwhile, mentally facepalmed.

Sorry, Jeonghan… I had to break that one rule. It’s hard to resist this guy.

Night had fallen, and the soft neon lights of the bar buzzed quietly against the hum of voices inside. It was their usual hangout spot—warm, a little loud, and full of laughter. Y/N and Seokmin walked in together, side by side, the buzz of their earlier outing still lingering between them.

As the door swung open, they were greeted by cheers and shouts from their group already seated inside.

“Woo! Seokmin and Y/N arrived together? What is this~?” one of their friends teased, loud enough to draw attention.

Heads turned. Laughter bubbled. And from the end of the long table—Seungcheol looked up.

He was seated beside Jeonghan, a few girls chatting near him, though he didn’t seem particularly interested. But the moment he heard their names together, his gaze sharpened—locked directly on the two walking in.

Seokmin chuckled and raised his hand awkwardly. “We just got back from checking out that burger place—came straight here after.”

He turned to Y/N with a smile, already reaching out to guide her. “Come on, Y/N, let’s sit—”

“Y/N! Over here!” Seungcheol’s voice cut in smoothly.

He waved from his seat, already scooting over to make space. Jeonghan grinned beside him, silently observing it all unfold like a drama.

Y/N turned to Seokmin briefly, offering him a soft smile and a light touch on the arm. “I’ll go sit with them, you can sit with your friends, yeah?”

Before he could even process a reply, she had already made her way to Seungcheol’s side.

Seokmin stood there, arm half-extended, smile frozen.

Disbelief twisted in his chest.

And then—

He looked up and saw Seungcheol lifting his glass toward him, that signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

A subtle challenge.

The fume in Seokmin’s chest ignited just a little more.

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The night had been full of laughter, loud games, and shared stories that echoed through the bar like familiar songs. Y/N was glowing, cheeks pink from the drinks and the energy of the group. She had let herself loosen up, let herself laugh a little louder—and almost drink a little too much.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jeonghan gently pried the shot glass from her fingers, brows raised.

“Huh?” Y/N blinked at him, tipsy and confused.

“Stop it, girl. Go fix yourself. Seungcheol will send you home,” he said firmly.

She blinked again, then turned to Seungcheol, who raised a brow, halfway through a sip of his drink.

“Seriously?” she asked, though her body was already leaning against the table, tired from the long day.

“Seriously,” Jeonghan nodded, patting her shoulder. “Go wash up before you fall asleep here.”

Y/N groaned but gave in, wobbling slightly as she stood. “Fine, fine…”

She turned to Seungcheol and handed him her small purse.

“Hold my bag for me?”

He stood up casually and gave a dramatic bow. “As you wish, my lady~”

She giggled and wandered off toward the restroom.

Seungcheol chuckled to himself, sitting back down, the bag resting in his lap as he scrolled through his phone.

But then—he felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence stepping up in front of him, heavy with unsaid words and something a little darker.

Seungcheol looked up from his screen.

Seokmin.

His expression unreadable. Jaw slightly tight. Eyes fixed on him, sharp and quiet.

“Yes?” Seungcheol asked, calm and composed. His voice held no edge, but his eyes said he was ready—ready for whatever this was.

Seokmin stood in front of him, fists clenched at his sides, no longer trying to mask the frustration.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. And I think you already know what I’m about to say.”

Seungcheol leaned back slightly, playing it cool. “Hmm? Not sure I follow.”

“Cut the act,” Seokmin snapped, his voice low but firm. “Do you have feelings for Y/N?”

Seungcheol’s eyes flickered—just for a second—but his tone didn’t waver.

“I don’t think I’m obligated to answer that.”

Seokmin scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll go first then.”

He looked him dead in the eyes.

“I like her. And I’m not just realising it now. I’ve liked her for a long time. But I messed up. I took too long to figure it out… and now she’s closer to you.”

Seungcheol didn’t flinch. Just sat there, Y/N’s bag still in his lap like a symbol of where things stood.

“I don’t know what the hell happened..” Seokmin continued, voice raw now. “But I’m not just going to stand back and let you take her.”

The words hung between them, heavy, charged.

A beat passed.

“She’s not a prize to be taken, Seokmin.” Seungcheol finally spoke, calmly, but without his usual smirk.

Another pause, he takes the last sip of his drink, then his eyes dart to Seokmin’s.

“But I’m not stepping back either.”

-tbc-

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[gohyemi]

Mission abort!! Signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl @iarayara

a/n: its a mess

<<PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

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Part. 5

“You sure he’s acting like that?” Jeonghan raised a brow, lazily sipping his iced coffee.

“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, arms crossed as she leaned back in her seat. “It’s weird. Like—why now? When I’m trying so hard to move on, that’s when he decides to act like this?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, head falling against the back of the bench.

The past few weeks had felt like a dream she wasn’t sure she wanted to wake up from—or fall deeper into.

Before, it was always her waiting for him after class, her buying the banana milk, her chasing moments with him.

Now, the roles had reversed.

Seokmin had been… different.

He waited for her now. Showed up with snacks, casually sliding them into her hands as they walked together.

And the messages?

Daily.

Seokmin: morning, morning to you and morning for me too ✨ Seokmin: don’t forget to eat, okay? I know you skipped it 🫤

It was as if he suddenly realized she was slipping away—and now, he couldn’t stand it.

And then there was the Seungcheol problem.

Every time she was with Cherry, somehow—somehow—Seokmin would appear. Like magic. Or a glitch in the simulation.

“That guy pisses me off,” Seungcheol muttered one evening after Seokmin had miraculously shown up at their usual hangout spot—again.

Y/N just chuckled, resting her chin on her hand.

“He’s kinda cute, though,” she said teasingly.

Seungcheol groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes, practically melting into his chair. “ no I know why people said that love can make people blind”

“Hey!”

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“So, where do we start?” Seokmin asked, grinning. “Should we try that viral hamburger place? It’s near here.”

They were walking side by side, the sky soft with golden afternoon light. Ironically—or maybe fatefully—they had both shown up in white tees layered under light blue button-ups. A silent match neither of them planned, yet somehow perfectly them.

a few days ago seokmin had message her to have a bit hangout

“Want to hang out before we go to the bar with them?” Y/n is hesitant seeing Seokmin message

She was unsure but not stupid. She is for sure feeling this time that this guy is trying to win her. 

“You better make it better, Lee Seokmin, cause I don’t want to get my heart broken like last time”, she mutters to herself while replied to him, agreeing to meet with him

“I’ll follow along,” Y/N said with a playful grin, “as long as you pay, Seokmin.”

He skipped a step ahead excitedly, her teasing barely making him falter. But then—he slowed, turned to glance at her with a small frown.

“Why don’t you call me that anymore?”

Y/N blinked. “Call you what?”

He pouted slightly. “Minminie~. You used to call me that all the time. But now… nothing. Yet you’re out here calling that dude Cherry like it’s no big deal.”

Y/N paused, lips parting. “Well… it was to avoid misunderstandings. People thought we were a thing because I was so—um—extra with you,” she trailed off, rubbing her neck awkwardly. 

Seokmin’s brows knit slightly, but he didn’t back off. “Well, calling him Cherry could cause misunderstandings too, couldn’t it?”

Y/N opened her mouth, closed it again. Technically, he wasn’t wrong.

“I call you Y/Nnie~,” he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. “So call me the same, too.”

Y/N looked at him for a second—his eyes were hopeful, just a bit sheepish, and somehow annoyingly adorable.

She let out a breath and surrendered. “Alright, alright. Minnie~”

His smile immediately brightened, boyish and pure.

Y/N, meanwhile, mentally facepalmed.

Sorry, Jeonghan… I had to break that one rule. It’s hard to resist this guy.

Night had fallen, and the soft neon lights of the bar buzzed quietly against the hum of voices inside. It was their usual hangout spot—warm, a little loud, and full of laughter. Y/N and Seokmin walked in together, side by side, the buzz of their earlier outing still lingering between them.

As the door swung open, they were greeted by cheers and shouts from their group already seated inside.

“Woo! Seokmin and Y/N arrived together? What is this~?” one of their friends teased, loud enough to draw attention.

Heads turned. Laughter bubbled. And from the end of the long table—Seungcheol looked up.

He was seated beside Jeonghan, a few girls chatting near him, though he didn’t seem particularly interested. But the moment he heard their names together, his gaze sharpened—locked directly on the two walking in.

Seokmin chuckled and raised his hand awkwardly. “We just got back from checking out that burger place—came straight here after.”

He turned to Y/N with a smile, already reaching out to guide her. “Come on, Y/N, let’s sit—”

“Y/N! Over here!” Seungcheol’s voice cut in smoothly.

He waved from his seat, already scooting over to make space. Jeonghan grinned beside him, silently observing it all unfold like a drama.

Y/N turned to Seokmin briefly, offering him a soft smile and a light touch on the arm. “I’ll go sit with them, you can sit with your friends, yeah?”

Before he could even process a reply, she had already made her way to Seungcheol’s side.

Seokmin stood there, arm half-extended, smile frozen.

Disbelief twisted in his chest.

And then—

He looked up and saw Seungcheol lifting his glass toward him, that signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

A subtle challenge.

The fume in Seokmin’s chest ignited just a little more.

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The night had been full of laughter, loud games, and shared stories that echoed through the bar like familiar songs. Y/N was glowing, cheeks pink from the drinks and the energy of the group. She had let herself loosen up, let herself laugh a little louder—and almost drink a little too much.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jeonghan gently pried the shot glass from her fingers, brows raised.

“Huh?” Y/N blinked at him, tipsy and confused.

“Stop it, girl. Go fix yourself. Seungcheol will send you home,” he said firmly.

She blinked again, then turned to Seungcheol, who raised a brow, halfway through a sip of his drink.

“Seriously?” she asked, though her body was already leaning against the table, tired from the long day.

“Seriously,” Jeonghan nodded, patting her shoulder. “Go wash up before you fall asleep here.”

Y/N groaned but gave in, wobbling slightly as she stood. “Fine, fine…”

She turned to Seungcheol and handed him her small purse.

“Hold my bag for me?”

He stood up casually and gave a dramatic bow. “As you wish, my lady~”

She giggled and wandered off toward the restroom.

Seungcheol chuckled to himself, sitting back down, the bag resting in his lap as he scrolled through his phone.

But then—he felt it.

A shift in the air.

A presence stepping up in front of him, heavy with unsaid words and something a little darker.

Seungcheol looked up from his screen.

Seokmin.

His expression unreadable. Jaw slightly tight. Eyes fixed on him, sharp and quiet.

“Yes?” Seungcheol asked, calm and composed. His voice held no edge, but his eyes said he was ready—ready for whatever this was.

Seokmin stood in front of him, fists clenched at his sides, no longer trying to mask the frustration.

“I’m not gonna sugarcoat this. And I think you already know what I’m about to say.”

Seungcheol leaned back slightly, playing it cool. “Hmm? Not sure I follow.”

“Cut the act,” Seokmin snapped, his voice low but firm. “Do you have feelings for Y/N?”

Seungcheol’s eyes flickered—just for a second—but his tone didn’t waver.

“I don’t think I’m obligated to answer that.”

Seokmin scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll go first then.”

He looked him dead in the eyes.

“I like her. And I’m not just realising it now. I’ve liked her for a long time. But I messed up. I took too long to figure it out… and now she’s closer to you.”

Seungcheol didn’t flinch. Just sat there, Y/N’s bag still in his lap like a symbol of where things stood.

“I don’t know what the hell happened..” Seokmin continued, voice raw now. “But I’m not just going to stand back and let you take her.”

The words hung between them, heavy, charged.

A beat passed.

“She’s not a prize to be taken, Seokmin.” Seungcheol finally spoke, calmly, but without his usual smirk.

Another pause, he takes the last sip of his drink, then his eyes dart to Seokmin’s.

“But I’m not stepping back either.”

-tbc-

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[gohyemi]

Hi coming in here to say that you're a really good writer and I love you

😭 that so sweet of you!! thankyou!

[gohyemi]

At your Service! C.SC

pairing: seungcheol x reader

warnings: none

a/n: In my draft a long time ago, might as well make it into a new series ---------------------------------

“Come on, Mochi, let’s get that melon bread I’ve been craving,” Y/N said cheerfully as she slipped on her tennis shoes. She wore a yellow sundress that fell just above her knees, its soft fabric swaying gently with her movements.

Grabbing Mochi’s leash from the hook by the door, she clipped it onto his collar and headed out of the apartment, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the quiet street. The bakery was just a few blocks away, but her excitement made her walk a little faster than usual.

Mochi, her loyal golden retriever, trotted beside her, occasionally glancing up with concerned eyes. He adjusted his pace to stay in step with her, aware of her condition and careful not to let her overexert herself. Y/N didn’t seem to notice — or maybe she was just too thrilled at the thought of biting into the soft, sweet bread she’d been dreaming of all week.

With every step, her dress danced in the breeze, and the world felt a little lighter — just a girl, her dog, and a shared craving for a simple joy.

As the store came into view, Y/N’s excitement bubbled over. She skipped a step, her thoughts already drifting to the smell of freshly baked melon bread. But she didn’t notice the small stone in her path. Her foot caught on it, and she slipped forward — right into someone.

She stumbled into a man walking from the opposite direction. In a split second, he reached out and steadied her, but not before the hot coffee he was holding spilled, splashing onto his hand as he fell slightly to the side.

Y/N gasped in shock. The man hissed in pain, clutching his hand. Mochi barked, startled by the sudden chaos.

“Aishh, miss, are you—” he began, his tone sharp, ready to scold the clumsy stranger. But the moment his eyes met hers, he froze. His brows relaxed, words suddenly catching in his throat.

Y/N’s face flushed with guilt and embarrassment. “I’m so, so sorry, sir,” she said quickly, bowing her head slightly.

She reached into her bag for tissues, panic setting in. “Your hand—are you okay? Did it burn badly? I didn’t mean to—”

The man blinked, still a little stunned. “It’s... fine. Just hot,” he muttered, trying to brush it off even though the sting was clearly bothering him.

Mochi stepped between them, protective and curious, sniffing the stranger cautiously.

“It’s turning red though!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice laced with panic as she noticed the skin on his hand starting to flush. Without thinking twice, she quickly pulled some tissues from her bag and gently wiped the coffee stain from his hand.

The man looked a little taken aback by her sudden concern, but didn’t stop her.

“Come with me — let’s put some ice on it, sir,” she urged, already reaching for his arm as if to guide him. Her eyes were wide with worry, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, her genuine concern was obvious.

Mochi let out a small whine and nudged her leg. The man looked at her — this clumsy girl in a sunny yellow dress with a flustered face and an overly concerned golden retriever — and let out a quiet sigh.

“…Alright,” he said at last, his tone softening. “Lead the way.”

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The truth is the coffee does not hurt anymore; the lie is that he is still in pain. He wasn’t sure why he kept playing along — maybe it was her worried expression, or maybe it was just… interesting.

Even Mochi, trotting beside them, seemed to narrow his eyes suspiciously. The golden retriever gave the man a quick side glance, as if to say, Really?

When they finally reached the small café Y/N had been heading toward, she led him inside without hesitation. The scent of fresh pastries and roasted coffee filled the air.

She walked straight to the counter. “Vernon-ssi, can I get some ice for this gentleman?” she asked politely, gesturing to the man beside her.

The barista, Vernon, looked up and blinked — first at Y/N, then at the man standing next to her. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh—Hyung? Wh—” Vernon started, clearly recognising him.

Before he could say more, the man suddenly hissed again, clutching his hand dramatically. “Ah—it’s still hot,” he said, eyes widening in mock pain as if on cue.

Vernon raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Y/N, however, was too focused on helping to notice.

“Just a moment!” Vernon said, ducking behind the counter to get some ice, though he shot the man a look that said Really, Hyung?

Mochi sat by the door, letting out a soft woof, clearly unimpressed with the performance.

They both took a seat at the small table near the door, where the soft sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden floor.

Vernon returned with a small bundle of ice wrapped neatly in a clean towel. As he handed it over to Y/N, he gave his hyung a knowing look — part amusement, part warning — before quietly heading back behind the counter, shaking his head with a faint smile.

Y/N took the towel and gently dabbed it against the man’s hand, her brows furrowed with guilt.

“I’m so sorry I slipped and knocked down your coffee,” she said, her voice soft as she focused on the red patch of skin.

The man looked at her for a moment — the way her eyes held genuine concern, the careful way her hands moved.

“Seungcheol,” he said suddenly.

Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

“My name,” he clarified with a small smile. “It’s Seungcheol.”

She looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze. “Oh… I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” Seungcheol said with a small, amused smile, “were you just out walking your dog?”

“Oh no, actually,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I was heading to this café to get some bread — melon bread, to be exact. I’ve been craving it all morning.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “You seem to know the staff pretty well.”

As if on cue, Vernon approached their table with a tray in hand. He placed a neatly wrapped piece of melon bread and a cup of iced chocolate in front of Y/N with practiced ease.

“She’s a regular,” Vernon said, then added with a casual grin, “and she was my classmate back in our college days, actually.”

“Hey there, buddy,” Vernon reaching down to gently pet Mochi. In response, Mochi let out a friendly bark, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “We were in a few literature classes together.”

Before Seungcheol could ask more, the soft chime of the counter bell rang out, signaling another customer waiting to order.

“Duty calls,” Vernon said, offering a brief nod to Seungcheol before heading back behind the counter.

Seungcheol looked down at the bread and drink, then back at Y/N. “You’ve got a regular order and a connection to the barista. That’s impressive.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, breaking off a piece of melon bread and handing it to Seungcheol. “Perks of loyalty,” she said playfully. “Want to try some? Consider it my official apology for the coffee incident.”

He accepted the piece with a chuckle. “I guess this makes up for it... a little.”

------------------- taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @dreamingofpcy @lilydaisylily part 2>>

Should I make it into a new series, tho? 🧐

[gohyemi]

Mission abort!! Signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily y @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl @iarayara

a/n: short one

<<PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 PART 5>>

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part 4

“Ready to hear the next plan?”

Morning had barely settled in when Jeonghan’s call lit up her phone. His tone was way too energetic for someone who hadn’t gone through emotional warfare the night before.

Y/N let out a long, dramatic sigh. She rolled on her bed, phone pressed to her ear.

“If I want to heal, I guess I have to follow through,” she muttered.

“Attagirl,” Jeonghan grinned through the phone. “Alright. Here’s what we’re cutting off starting today.”

He began listing it out like a general prepping for battle.

“No more giving him snacks. No banana milk, no surprise bread.”

“Okay…” Y/N mumbled, already feeling guilty.

“No more nicknames. He’s ‘Seokmin’—plain and simple. Not ‘Minmin,’ not ‘DK-ah,’ not ‘Seokkie.’”

Y/N winced. “That’s brutal.”

“And lastly—no more sitting next to him when you guys gather up. If there’s an empty seat beside him, walk right past it. Sit across.”

She groaned. “Wow… It sounds simple, but honestly? Yesterday was already hard enough. Not waiting for him after practice? That felt… wrong. Like I was the one breaking something.”

Jeonghan paused, his voice softening just a little.“That’s because you’re used to it. Habits feel like comfort—even if they’re hurting you now.”

Y/N stared at her ceiling, fingers tracing invisible lines on her blanket.

“But the same goes for him, too,” Jeonghan added. “You didn’t see it, but… yesterday? When he walked out of practice and you weren’t on that bench?”He exhaled, letting it hang.“His smile disappeared. Instantly.”

Y/N puzzled. “Really?”

Jeonghan didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. You’ve been part of his routine more than he realizes. But anyway, focus on what I told you, alright? Try it slowly—I’m not forcing you to do everything all at once.”

Y/N nodded to herself, quietly taking in his words.

“Besides,” Jeonghan added with a teasing lilt, “Cheollie~ will be with you more now. Maybe you can distract yourself, have some fun.”

Y/N immediately sat up, scandalized. “Yah! Don’t say it like that! That sounds like I’m just using him when it’s convenient—like he’s a rebound or something.”

There was a pause on the line.

“Yoon Jeonghan, are you even listening?”

“You can use me, though. If it helps you.”

a deeper, unfamiliar voice spoke on the other line

Y/N froze.

She immediately cupped her mouth, eyes wide. “S-Seungcheol-ah…?”

A low chuckle echoed from the other end.“Hmm? What, no more ‘Cherry’? Already dropped the nickname?” he teased.

Her cheeks turned red instantly. “Wait—what are you doing on the call?!”

“I was beside him the whole time—we were on our way to class,” Seungcheol said, completely unfazed. “Guess he thought it’d be funny to tease you this early in the morning. Good morning, sunshine.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, immediately hissing, “Jeonghan!”

Laughter erupted from the other end. Jeonghan’s voice came through, absolutely delighted.“I live for moments like this~ Okay, I’ll let you two lovebirds continue—”

And then he was gone. Probably off to cause chaos elsewhere… or take a shower.

Y/N stared at her phone screen in disbelief before slowly bringing it back to her ear.

“I swear, that man’s going to be the death of me,” she muttered.

“You didn’t say it back,” Seungcheol pointed out, his voice softer now.

“What?”

“I said good morning, sunshine.”

Y/N let out a quiet laugh, her lips curling despite herself.“Morning, Cherry.”

She could hear the smile in his voice.“There we go.”

There was a brief pause—quiet, but not uncomfortable. The kind that made her feel… warm.

And then he spoke again, a little more serious this time.

“Still... I meant what I said. If being around me makes it easier for you to let go of him… then I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N’s fingers gently toyed with the edge of her blanket. Her chest tightened—not with pain, but with something softer. Slower.

“I don’t want to use you,” she whispered.

“I know,” Seungcheol replied. “That’s why I don’t mind staying.”

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As Y/N walked through the university gates, she spotted Seokmin standing near the entrance, his head turning slightly—like he was waiting for someone.

Her heart hesitated for a beat.

Normally, she would’ve jogged up to him, handed him a cold banana milk, and teased him about being early for once. But today… she just tightened her grip on her bag and kept walking.

She passed right by him.

But not before she heard it.

“Y/Nnie!”

She froze.

He jogged toward her, a bit breathless, eyes scanning the area around her.

“Thank God he’s not here,” he mumbled under his breath, then beamed at her like always.

“Hey, Seokmin. What’s up?”

His smile faltered, just barely. The way she said his name—Seokmin—not Minmin, not DK-ah, just plain and distant... it stung more than he expected. But he quickly masked it.

“Let’s walk to class together,” he said cheerfully, not giving her time to respond before already walking ahead.

She blinked and followed out of politeness, but the silence that fell between them was… unfamiliar. Heavy.

She didn’t know what to say.He didn’t know how to ask why everything suddenly felt different.

They walked in step, but not in sync.

After a few minutes, Seokmin finally broke the silence.

“Want to hang out? Grab coffee today?”

Y/N hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek. “Ah… sorry, Seokmin-ah. I’ve got plans today.”

She didn’t. But the truth felt harder than the excuse.

Seokmin paused mid-step.“…With him?” he asked, trying to sound casual. But his voice cracked just enough to betray him.

Because Y/N could hang out with anyone. But not with Seungcheol.

Not when that image of them laughing together still haunted him.

“Yes,” Y/N answered.

And just like that, Seokmin felt something inside him quietly collapse.

He kept walking, but mentally… he cried.

So it’s true then. She really does have plans with him.

“…Oh,” he mumbled. “You guys are… something?”

“No!” Y/N said quickly, almost too quickly.

He turned to look at her, surprised by the urgency in her tone.

“I mean…” she added, trying to compose herself. “Jeonghan did introduce me to him. I guess we’re friends? He’s good, though. He’s… nice.”

“Right…” he nodded, looking forward again.

And somehow… relief washed over him.

He didn’t understand it. It made no sense. But just knowing she wasn’t taken—not yet—lit a tiny flame of hope inside him. He didn’t even know what to do with that feeling. But it was there.

They reached the front of Y/N’s classroom.

Seokmin turned to her and, almost out of habit, reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

“Okay. We're here.”

Y/N blinked up at him, unsure how to react to the sudden softness.

“I’ve got something to take care of, so… see ya, Y/Nnie.”

She stiffened slightly at the nickname—but said nothing.

Seokmin gave her a small smile, a little tighter than usual.“Let’s make some time soon, yeah? Feels like it’s been a while since we hung out… just the two of us.”

And with that, he walked off—shoulders squared, footsteps firmer than before.

As if he had determination about something.

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“Boo!” Y/n flinched at the voice. She turn and see seungcheol giggled holding two drinks and hand her over the drink

“So sweet of you cherry~” she tease

“Anything for you, y/nnie~” the same. The nickname that Seokmin gave her. But it feels different when seungcheol said it

. She just giggled and make a space for him to sit

“You know you don’t have to waste your time with me, you know” They are both now at the side Han River at night, walking since usually she will wait for seokmin but now she need to get use to not always hang out with that sunshine.

This time instead go eat stall food seungcheol bring her there to have a walk with his dog, Kkuma and have little picnic along with ramen

“I never feel my time waste when Im with you”

“But you skipped futsal twice. Don’t you love playing those games?” Y/N asked, casually—but her eyes flicked toward him with knowing curiosity.

Seungcheol looked genuinely puzzled. “How’d you know that?”

Y/N held her smile, clearly proud of herself. She kept petting Kkuma, the pup resting peacefully beside her.

“How did I know?” she repeated, then wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “I have my ways.”

Seungcheol snorted, shaking his head with a grin.

“It was my decision,” he said after a beat. “I never regret it. Besides, we’ve got other days to play again.” He leaned back on his hands, eyes trailing the gentle flow of the Han River, calm and unbothered.

But then her voice softened.

“You know I never want to use you.”

That made him pause.

The sound of the wind, the distant hum of traffic, and Kkuma’s quiet breathing filled the silence. Seungcheol turned to her slowly, watching as her fingers fidgeted with Kkuma’s leash—something she only did when she was nervous.

Noticing the stillness, Y/N lifted her gaze to him, eyes uncertain.

“I’m well aware,” he finally said, voice low and sure.

He didn’t look away from her—not even for a second.

Y/N chuckled, breaking the eye contact, the corner of her lips twitching upward. “Dont tell me I didnt warn okay, if you fall for me then its your fault” with that she stand up holding kkuma leash.

“Let me run a bit with your dog yeah, while waiting for that. Ramen to cook” then she start run along with kkuma.

“I did already..” Seungcheol whisper watching her from afar

-Tbc-

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[gohyemi]

mission abort !! signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl

a/n: not good but not bad...

<<PART 1, PART 2

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“So, Y/N,” Seungcheol said casually as they walked side by side, “what do you want to do now—since your plan with that boy got cancelled?”

Y/N let out a sigh, hugging her arms tighter around herself. Jeonghan had mysteriously “remembered something urgent” and abandoned her shortly after the whole plan played out, leaving her awkwardly standing there.

Thankfully, Seungcheol had been kind enough to offer to walk her back to her dorm—something simple, but it meant more than she let on.

“Nothing, I guess,” she replied, staring at the sidewalk. “Probably just rot in bed until the next class… which is tomorrow.”

Seungcheol nodded, lips curled into a faint smile, but his mind was elsewhere.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye—how her usual bright energy was dimmed, how she was trying to pretend like she wasn’t upset. It didn’t sit right with him, the idea of her sitting alone in a room, overthinking everything.

Quietly, he slipped out his phone and typed a quick message.

Seungcheol: Not coming for tonight’s game. Got plans.

The buzzing of replies came almost instantly—probably protest, maybe teasing—but he ignored them. His attention was on the girl beside him.

“Let’s grab some food from the street,” he said suddenly, voice light. “My treat.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “Huh? No, it’s okay—really, I don’t want to trouble you—”

But just then, her stomach let out the loudest growl imaginable.

She froze.

Seungcheol turned to her with raised brows.

Y/N clutched her stomach, eyes wide, cheeks burning red. ‘Nice timing, stomach… seriously?!’ she cursed in her head. Since she was busy confessing to Jeonghan that afternoon, she did not eat anything at all at lunchtime.

“Well, that’s a sign if I’ve ever heard one,” Seungcheol teased, already grinning.

Before she could say anything else, he gently grabbed her hand and turned the corner—leading her away from the dorm without waiting for her to protest.

“Come on. Food heals heartbreak. And I know the best tteokbokki stall in town.”

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Seokmin sat on the bench just outside the practice room, eyes locked on his phone screen.

No new messages.

“She has a plan with me.” Seungcheol words ringging his head

He hadn’t thought much of it at first. It was Y/N, after all—friendly, always smiling, always there. But the words unsettled something in him, like they didn’t belong.

“DK, come on! Let’s run it again!” one of his bandmates called from inside.

He blinked, snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly shoved his phone into his back pocket.

“Coming!” he replied, forcing a smile as he stood up and jogged back into the room.

Practice wrapped up late, as usual. Everyone was already packing up and chatting about dinner plans or exams.

“See you guys tomorrow!” one of the vocalists called out as they left the room.

Seokmin stepped out a little later, wiping sweat from his neck with a towel, and instinctively looked toward the bench outside.

“Y/Nnie~ let’s go!” he called out unconsciously, half-expecting her to be curled up, dozing with earphones in—just like always.

But there was no response.

Just silence.

A bandmate walked by, pausing briefly. “Oh yeah—meant to ask. Where’s your Y/N? Usually she’s here, dozing off on that bench.”

Seokmin chuckled weakly and scratched the back of his head. “She… had plans. I forgot she mentioned earlier. Hehe.”

The friend nodded. “Must feel strange, huh? Usually she’s waiting. Well—see ya, man.”

And just like that, he was gone.

Seokmin remained there, staring at the empty space like it was echoing something louder than words.

He rubbed his face, frustration creeping in. “…Why? Why did I call her?”

“Call who?”

Seokmin practically jumped out of his skin, clutching his chest like he was just ambushed by a ghost. He spun around to find Jeonghan standing there, giggling at his dramatic reaction. This is what the urgent Jeonghan mentioned. he waited until seokmin come out from that room.

“Aaah, hyung! You almost made me lose a few years of my life!”

Jeonghan smirked as he plopped down onto the bench with a soft “ahh,” stretching his legs. “You’re the one mumbling to yourself like a ghost is haunting you, Seokmin-shii~”

Still a little flustered, Seokmin chuckled and slowly took a seat beside him, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Weirdly, you know..” he paused, frowning slightly, “weird that Y/N’s not here today.”

Jeonghan hummed in response but said nothing.

“I guess I got too used to it,” Seokmin added. “I walked out of practice and just… called out to her like always. Thought she’d be on this bench, dozing off with her hoodie up, waiting for me.”

Jeonghan turned to look at him, an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“And when she wasn’t?” he asked, voice softer now.

Seokmin leaned back, eyes staring up at the night sky beginning to dim above them. “It felt off. Like something was missing.”

Jeonghan nodded, lips pressing into a line. “Well,” he said after a beat, “sometimes it takes a little absence to realize what presence really meant.”

“Huh?” Seokmin blinked, turning toward Jeonghan with a puzzled expression.

Jeonghan looked at him for a long second, lips curling into a knowing smile. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he leaned in and ruffled Seokmin’s hair.

“Long way to go, huh…” he muttered under his breath, though loud enough for Seokmin to hear.

Seokmin squinted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jeonghan stood up and stretched, brushing invisible lint off his pants before flashing Seokmin a teasing grin. “Nothing~ Just talking to myself. See yaa, Min~”

“Huh??” Seokmin repeated, more confused than ever as he watched Jeonghan walk off.

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Seokmin walked toward his dorm, hands in his pockets, still half-lost in thought. The night was quiet, the breeze cool against his skin—but his mind wasn’t still.

As he neared the campus crosswalk, he noticed two familiar figures walking in the opposite direction. Their silhouettes were soft against the streetlight, their laughter unmistakable.

He slowed.

“Thank you for the food, Cherry~” Y/N’s voice rang out, teasing and bright.

Seungcheol groaned and rubbed his face, though his smile peeked through. “Don’t entertain that nickname, please. You're just boosting that menace. You following it is just feeding the beast.”

Y/N laughed again, light and carefree, and Seokmin’s steps halted completely.

He didn’t realize it, but his brows furrowed. Something about seeing them like that—close, natural, sharing inside jokes—stirred something uncomfortable in his chest.

Before he could stop himself, the word slipped out.

“Y/Nnie~!”

Both Y/N and Seungcheol turned toward the voice.

Seokmin gave a small jog to close the distance, flashing her the same smile he always did—only this time, it felt more forced than genuine.

“Want to head back to the dorm? Come on, let’s walk together,” he offered casually, not even sparing Seungcheol a glance.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. Before she could respond, Seungcheol tilted his head slightly.

“Aren’t you on the opposite side?” he asked, tone calm but laced with quiet challenge.

Seokmin tensed.

For a second, he didn’t answer. The air between the three of them hung still—thick with something unsaid. Both men stood there, not backing down, a silent weight in their stares.

“I don’t mind,” Seokmin finally replied, voice low. “I can walk.”

He turned to Y/N again, as if the question hadn’t been asked at all. “You coming?”

Y/N looked between the two. Her heart beat a little faster—, but the sudden tension. Seungcheol's gaze on her was gentle but steady, while Seokmin’s eyes looked… desperate.

‘You don’t want anything from Seokmin anymore, so why bother?’ Y/N repeated the words in her head like a mantra.

But the more she said it, the more it didn’t sit right. Still… she needed to try. To keep her ground. To protect herself.

She offered a polite smile, voice soft but steady. “It’s okay, Seokmin-ah. You’re on the opposite side anyway, and you must be tired. Besides, Seungcheol parked near my dorm, so…”

Seungcheol, standing beside her, didn’t say anything—but the slight lift of his lips into a quiet smirk said enough. He caught the way Seokmin’s grip tightened on his bag strap, knuckles briefly turning white.

But Seokmin still smiled. Of course he did.

“Ah… okay. If you say so…” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice gave him away. The burn in his chest was unmistakable now. It clawed at him.

Not just because she chose to go with someone else… But because she did it with him.

Seungcheol clapped his hands together lightly. “Let’s go!” he said louder than necessary, just loud enough for Seokmin to hear. Without hesitation, he gently took Y/N’s hand and guided her forward.

She let him, though a strange weight pulled at her chest. As they passed by Seokmin, she glanced back briefly.

“See ya, Seokmin,” she said softly.

Seokmin stood frozen as they walked past, his smile long gone. His jaw clenched, eyes locked on the way Seungcheol held her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“That guy…” he muttered under his breath, fists curling in quiet frustration.

With a harsh exhale, he turned and walked toward his dorm, feeling what it was like to lose something he had never realised he was holding on to. -tbc-

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[gohyemi]

"Is It Love or a Scent?"

teaser

"Get out," Joshua snapped, pulling over to the side of a deserted road. The street was mostly empty, save for a few dimly lit shops casting eerie glows into the night. The silence felt heavy—too heavy.

"I’m sorry—please, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t pour the drink on her, she—"

"Oh, what? You're going to say she did it to herself now?" he cut her off sharply, his eyes glinting red with fury in the glow of the dashboard lights.

Without another word, he reached into the backseat, grabbed her phone and purse, and threw them onto her lap. The gesture wasn’t just dismissive—it was cold.

"You really pissed me off today. Get out."

She froze, too stunned to speak. Her chest tightened, her heart aching in a way that felt deeper than usual. Joshua’s temper was something she had grown used to—fleeting, like a passing storm. But tonight felt different. It's making her eyes sting, but she refuses to let it out.

Silently, she opened the door. Her heels, which had already left blisters on her feet, scraped against the rough pavement as she stepped out. The purse in her arms felt heavier than usual—maybe because it carried more than just her belongings. It carried the weight of realization.

She was already emotionally drained, and now, standing alone in the cold, she felt stripped of every last bit of energy. As she closed the door behind her, Joshua sped off without a second glance, the roar of the engine disappearing into the night.

She stood there under the dim streetlight, shivering—not just from the wind, but from the sudden emptiness Joshua left behind. Then, a rumble of thunder cut through the silence, low and ominous.

“Well… shit,” she muttered, slipping off her heels. Better to walk barefoot than make the blisters worse. The pavement was rough and cold, but it was still better than the sharp sting in her feet. She hurried toward the closest shop, feeling the first drops of rain tap against her bare shoulders like a warning.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the sky opened up.

The gentle drizzle turned into a downpour, sheets of rain hammering the street as if the sky itself was angry. She stood under the awning of the nearest shop, hugging herself tightly, trembling. The cold crept into her bones.

Just as she was wondering what to do next, the door behind her clicked and creaked open.

“Come in, young lady,” a gentle voice called.

She turned to see an elderly man standing in the doorway, a folded blanket in his arms, his smile warm despite the chill in the air. His eyes crinkled kindly at the corners, like someone who’d seen many storms—both outside and within.

She hesitated. “I’m fine, really,” she tried to say, her voice shaky.

But the thunder roared again, and the rain showed no signs of mercy. And Joshua—her so-called husband—surely wasn’t coming back.  ‘asshole’

Realizing she had no choice, she gave a small nod and stepped inside.

The shop was filled with vintage treasures, each item seemingly telling its own story. A row of watches caught her eye—old, yet timeless. Nearby, a delicate vase stood beside bottles in different shapes, some worn with age. But what drew her in most were the small bottle with flowers carved around it. They sat on a wooden shelf, their contents faintly visible—just a little water left inside.

"You like it?" The old man’s voice broke through her thoughts.

She nodded absentmindedly, still mesmerised by the bottles.

"What is this, ajusshi?" she asked, lifting one of the bottles in her hand. She studied the flower pattern—once white, but now its paint had faded to a dusty yellow, as if time had not been kind to them.

The old man smiled softly. "It’s perfume, if you want to know."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Isn’t it expired? Doesn’t it smell bad?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

The old man chuckled, a warm, knowing sound. He turned away, heading toward the back of the counter "Come, take a seat," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I’ll tell you a story."

As she stood there, still holding the bottle, the old man reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of fluffy slippers, handing them to her. "Here," he said, offering them with a knowing grin. "Put those heels aside. I can see your date’s an asshole for making you wear that."

She blinked in surprise at his bluntness, but there was something about his words that made her laugh, despite everything. Her shoulders relaxed a little, and for the first time that night, she felt a hint of comfort. Without hesitation, she slipped off her heels and put on the soft slippers, grateful for the warmth they provided.

The soft slippers muffling her steps. She took a seat on the cushioned stool in front of the old man, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, ready to listen.

The old man settled opposite her with a sigh, his fingers gently tapping the wooden surface “This bottle of perfume,” he began, gesturing to the one still in her hand, “was once crafted by a woman who lived in a house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers you could ever imagine.”

His voice lowered, almost reverent, as if the memory of that woman still lingered in the scent trapped inside the dusty bottle. The rain outside continued to pour, but in that moment, the only world that existed was the one the old man began to unfold.

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part 1 >>

Once i'm done with Jeonghan's story then I will publish this one I'm back with another mystery vintage shop series. should I stop until Joshua or continue the story with other members as well🧐 Once i'm done with Jeonghan's story then I will publish this one Check out my other creations on the seventeen list. for sure you guys love it too~

[gohyemi]

the curse fate

-teaser-

The small bell above the shop’s entrance jingled as Jeonghan stepped inside, shaking off the rain from his coat. The dim lighting and scent of aged wood filled the air, giving the place an eerie yet nostalgic charm. His eyes scanned the cluttered shelves lined with vintage trinkets, forgotten relics of the past.

An old man sat behind the counter, his sharp eyes flickering with curiosity as he studied the unexpected visitor.

“What brings you here, son?” His voice was deep yet gentle.

“Ah… sorry, I just needed shelter from the rain,” Jeonghan replied, slightly embarrassed.

The old man chuckled. “Well, since you’re here, why not take a look? I’ll give you anything for half the price.”

Jeonghan hesitated, then turned his gaze back to the shelves. His fingers grazed over rusted compasses, ornate keys, and delicate pocket watches until they stopped on a bracelet. It was different from the rest—red braided string straps with a crescent moon charm that seemed to glow faintly under the dim light.

He reached out, tracing the cool metal with his fingertips.

“It seems to have caught your attention,” the old man noted with a knowing smile.

Jeonghan let out a small chuckle. “Yeah… I just thought it was odd.”

The old man’s expression faltered for a split second before he composed himself. “Would you like to hear its story?”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Story?”

The old man nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tapping the wooden counter. “Everything in this shop has a story. They’ve been with me for years, waiting for the right person to find them. And if something calls to you…” His voice trailed off as he met Jeonghan’s gaze. “Perhaps its story is meant for you.”

A chill ran down Jeonghan’s spine. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the bracelet unsettled him. Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t look away.

“…Alright,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.”

The old man’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

“This bracelet once belonged to someone. Someone who did not know what fate would be for them”

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I'm back with a new story!

[gohyemi]

At your Service! C.SC

pairing: seungcheol x reader

warnings: none

a/n: In my draft a long time ago, might as well make it into a new series ---------------------------------

“Come on, Mochi, let’s get that melon bread I’ve been craving,” Y/N said cheerfully as she slipped on her tennis shoes. She wore a yellow sundress that fell just above her knees, its soft fabric swaying gently with her movements.

Grabbing Mochi’s leash from the hook by the door, she clipped it onto his collar and headed out of the apartment, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the quiet street. The bakery was just a few blocks away, but her excitement made her walk a little faster than usual.

Mochi, her loyal golden retriever, trotted beside her, occasionally glancing up with concerned eyes. He adjusted his pace to stay in step with her, aware of her condition and careful not to let her overexert herself. Y/N didn’t seem to notice — or maybe she was just too thrilled at the thought of biting into the soft, sweet bread she’d been dreaming of all week.

With every step, her dress danced in the breeze, and the world felt a little lighter — just a girl, her dog, and a shared craving for a simple joy.

As the store came into view, Y/N’s excitement bubbled over. She skipped a step, her thoughts already drifting to the smell of freshly baked melon bread. But she didn’t notice the small stone in her path. Her foot caught on it, and she slipped forward — right into someone.

She stumbled into a man walking from the opposite direction. In a split second, he reached out and steadied her, but not before the hot coffee he was holding spilled, splashing onto his hand as he fell slightly to the side.

Y/N gasped in shock. The man hissed in pain, clutching his hand. Mochi barked, startled by the sudden chaos.

“Aishh, miss, are you—” he began, his tone sharp, ready to scold the clumsy stranger. But the moment his eyes met hers, he froze. His brows relaxed, words suddenly catching in his throat.

Y/N’s face flushed with guilt and embarrassment. “I’m so, so sorry, sir,” she said quickly, bowing her head slightly.

She reached into her bag for tissues, panic setting in. “Your hand—are you okay? Did it burn badly? I didn’t mean to—”

The man blinked, still a little stunned. “It’s... fine. Just hot,” he muttered, trying to brush it off even though the sting was clearly bothering him.

Mochi stepped between them, protective and curious, sniffing the stranger cautiously.

“It’s turning red though!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice laced with panic as she noticed the skin on his hand starting to flush. Without thinking twice, she quickly pulled some tissues from her bag and gently wiped the coffee stain from his hand.

The man looked a little taken aback by her sudden concern, but didn’t stop her.

“Come with me — let’s put some ice on it, sir,” she urged, already reaching for his arm as if to guide him. Her eyes were wide with worry, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, her genuine concern was obvious.

Mochi let out a small whine and nudged her leg. The man looked at her — this clumsy girl in a sunny yellow dress with a flustered face and an overly concerned golden retriever — and let out a quiet sigh.

“…Alright,” he said at last, his tone softening. “Lead the way.”

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The truth is the coffee does not hurt anymore; the lie is that he is still in pain. He wasn’t sure why he kept playing along — maybe it was her worried expression, or maybe it was just… interesting.

Even Mochi, trotting beside them, seemed to narrow his eyes suspiciously. The golden retriever gave the man a quick side glance, as if to say, Really?

When they finally reached the small café Y/N had been heading toward, she led him inside without hesitation. The scent of fresh pastries and roasted coffee filled the air.

She walked straight to the counter. “Vernon-ssi, can I get some ice for this gentleman?” she asked politely, gesturing to the man beside her.

The barista, Vernon, looked up and blinked — first at Y/N, then at the man standing next to her. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh—Hyung? Wh—” Vernon started, clearly recognising him.

Before he could say more, the man suddenly hissed again, clutching his hand dramatically. “Ah—it’s still hot,” he said, eyes widening in mock pain as if on cue.

Vernon raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Y/N, however, was too focused on helping to notice.

“Just a moment!” Vernon said, ducking behind the counter to get some ice, though he shot the man a look that said Really, Hyung?

Mochi sat by the door, letting out a soft woof, clearly unimpressed with the performance.

They both took a seat at the small table near the door, where the soft sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the wooden floor.

Vernon returned with a small bundle of ice wrapped neatly in a clean towel. As he handed it over to Y/N, he gave his hyung a knowing look — part amusement, part warning — before quietly heading back behind the counter, shaking his head with a faint smile.

Y/N took the towel and gently dabbed it against the man’s hand, her brows furrowed with guilt.

“I’m so sorry I slipped and knocked down your coffee,” she said, her voice soft as she focused on the red patch of skin.

The man looked at her for a moment — the way her eyes held genuine concern, the careful way her hands moved.

“Seungcheol,” he said suddenly.

Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

“My name,” he clarified with a small smile. “It’s Seungcheol.”

She looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze. “Oh… I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” Seungcheol said with a small, amused smile, “were you just out walking your dog?”

“Oh no, actually,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “I was heading to this café to get some bread — melon bread, to be exact. I’ve been craving it all morning.”

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “You seem to know the staff pretty well.”

As if on cue, Vernon approached their table with a tray in hand. He placed a neatly wrapped piece of melon bread and a cup of iced chocolate in front of Y/N with practiced ease.

“She’s a regular,” Vernon said, then added with a casual grin, “and she was my classmate back in our college days, actually.”

“Hey there, buddy,” Vernon reaching down to gently pet Mochi. In response, Mochi let out a friendly bark, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Y/N smiled and nodded. “We were in a few literature classes together.”

Before Seungcheol could ask more, the soft chime of the counter bell rang out, signaling another customer waiting to order.

“Duty calls,” Vernon said, offering a brief nod to Seungcheol before heading back behind the counter.

Seungcheol looked down at the bread and drink, then back at Y/N. “You’ve got a regular order and a connection to the barista. That’s impressive.”

Y/N let out a small laugh, breaking off a piece of melon bread and handing it to Seungcheol. “Perks of loyalty,” she said playfully. “Want to try some? Consider it my official apology for the coffee incident.”

He accepted the piece with a chuckle. “I guess this makes up for it... a little.”

------------------- taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @dreamingofpcy @lilydaisylily part 2>>

Should I make it into a new series, tho? 🧐

[gohyemi]

#svt x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#seokmin x reader#seokmin fluff#mingyu x reader#dk x reader#dk fluff#seokmin angst#dokyeom fluff#dokyeom x reader#dokyeom#seventeen angst#seventeen seokmin#svt angst#svt fluff#jeonghan x reader#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol fluff

My Ex, the Baby Chicky

"I would really love to meet Baby Chicky in real life, Uncle."

Nabi batted her eyes cutely at her uncle, fully aware that this was his weakness. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted, and using her irresistible charm was her ultimate weapon.

Lee Seokmin chuckled nervously, already hesitating at her request. He could practically hear his sister’s warning echoing in his head.

"Remember, Seokmin, don’t spoil her too much, or else—"

"Yes, Noona, I will. Don’t worry and just go," he had reassured her before she left for her business trip.

It wasn’t that his sister didn’t trust him, but she knew all too well how much he tended to indulge Nabi. And when Nabi got too used to being spoiled, she became a little rebel when she didn’t get her way at home.

"How can you meet Baby Cheeks, Nabi-ah? She’s just a cartoon on TV," Seokmin said, ruffling her hair.

Nabi huffed, swatting his big hand away.

"Uncle, it’s Baby Chicky, not Baby Cheeks!" she corrected him, tugging at his sweater to make him lean down. "If you get me Baby Chicky, I won’t tell Eomma that you broke her vase yesterday."

Seokmin’s eyes widened in horror. She saw that?! He had been so sure she wasn’t in the room when it happened.

"No way… You wouldn’t—"

"I want Baby Chicky!" she demanded, crossing her arms.

Seokmin groaned. He was doomed.

Meanwhile, across town…

"Y/N, just this once, please help me!"

Y/N stared at her friend, already on the verge of breaking down. People begging was her ultimate weakness, and her friend knew it.

"So… you want me to wear that costume and go entertain some kids?" she asked, eyeing the large, fluffy Baby Chicky mascot suit with visible suspicion.

Her friend nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing in excitement.

"What if it’s some creepy old man with a weird costume kink or something?!" Y/N blurted out.

"Eiiihh, why would you even think that?!"

"Because he's paying way too much just for someone to prance around his house in a costume!"

Her friend blinked at her innocently before resuming the relentless begging.

"Please, please, please! I promise you’ll get six-fifths of the pay!"

"That’s not even how fractions work—"

"Pleaaaaase!"

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. She had a bad feeling about this.

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Ding dong!

Seokmin’s face lit up with excitement as he scooped Nabi into his arms.

"Nabi-ah, your surprise is here! Let’s go greet it at the door!"

Nabi squealed happily, grabbing onto her uncle’s hand and dragging him toward the entrance.

After Seokmin carried her in his arms, Seokmin checked the door monitor to see who was outside. He grinned as he spotted the familiar mascot costume on the screen.

"Who is it?" he asked playfully, giggling along with Nabi.

From the other side of the door, a muffled voice cheerfully announced,

"It’s your Baby Cheeks!"

Nabi gasped, her tiny brows furrowing. "Baby Chicky! How could you say your own name wrong?" she pointed out, sounding almost offended.

Y/N’s POV

"Damn it!"

Y/N was already sweating under the suffocating costume, her heart racing as she forced out a nervous chuckle.

"W-Well, my baby," she said, trying to recover, "I just wanted to see if you really know me!"

End POV

She could only pray that the little girl would buy her excuse.

Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she heard the door unlock. Straightening up, she prepared to greet the excited child—only to freeze the moment her eyes met a face she never expected to see again.

Lee Seokmin.

He stood there, giggling, completely unaware of who was inside the costume. With a bright smile, he encouraged the little girl to run forward and hug her.

Y/N suddenly felt exposed, as if the ridiculous mascot suit wasn’t even there, like she was completely bare under his gaze.

How fool she is to not ask information about this client. And now she need to spend the day here in his EX house.

"Baby Chicky!" Nabi’s excited shout snapped her back to reality.

This was going to be a long day.

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After spending half the day playing with the child in this damn costume, she could now fully admit—she was swimmingin sweat.

The suit felt like a personal sauna, and every movement made it worse.

Nabi, on the other hand, was exhausted but still stubbornly refusing to stop playing. Her growing frustration soon turned into full-blown tantrums.

Seokmin sighed before gently yet firmly cradling her in his arms. After a few moments of rocking her, he excused himself to take her to her room for a nap.

This was her chance.

With Seokmin gone, she attempted to sneak out of the house. But there was just one problem.

The costume was too heavy. And she was too tired.

The best she could manage was crawling toward the door like a defeated soldier retreating from battle.

Just as she reached the entrance, she heard footsteps behind her.

"I'm so sorry about that. She's just—"

Seokmin’s voice suddenly paused.

She froze.

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

"What… are you doing?" Seokmin asked, his voice laced with confusion and amusement.

She slowly looked up to see him staring down at her, his brows raised and a chuckle escaping his lips.

Busted.

"Hehehe, you know... the costume is too heavy for me to stand up," she said, still using the high-pitched Baby Chicky voice.

Seokmin giggled at the ridiculousness of it all before reaching out to help her stand. He even dusted off her legs for her since she can’t reach it.

"You can talk normally, you know. And you should take that thing off—it must be heavy after wearing it all day. Nabi’s asleep now, and seriously, thank you for today. You must be exhausted."

This. This was what she hated about him. Even in front of strangers, he always worried too much.

"I-It’s okay!" she blurted out. "I think I need to leave. My boss might want me to write a report about this!"

She was so close to escaping, but just as she took a step forward, Seokmin’s hand shot out and grabbed her wings (the costume), stopping her in her tracks.

"Wait, you have to write a report about entertaining kids?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No! I just really want to leave!" she admitted, trying once again to make her grand exit.

"Wait—your payment! I haven’t given it to you yet!"

Seokmin instinctively reached out to stop her, but her wrist was already out of reach. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed the nearest object—

The mascot’s big Baby Chicky head.

And that was his mistake.

The sudden pull made her stumble backward, completely off balance. At the same time, Seokmin tripped over absolutely nothing.

And like a slow motion the scene goes, the oversized head flew off dramatically through the air.

Time seemed to pause.

She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But… nothing happened.

Instead, she felt something warm and solid beneath her.

Slowly, she realized—Seokmin had caught her.

One of his arms was wrapped protectively around her waist, while the other cradled the back of her head, shielding her from hitting the floor.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Seokmin’s eyes fluttered open, his expression shifting from dazed confusion to pure shock as he took in the face beneath the costume.

His lips parted slightly. "Jagiya…?"

Oh no.

Mentally, she facepalmed so hard she could practically hear it.

The could not get any better sudden storm burst outside and the sound of the rain hit the ground could be heard. 

‘Of course, when the day I dont bring my car’ she monologue -------------------------------------------------------------------

was inspired when watching eunwoo from The Return of Superman

[gohyemi]

his miss butterfly

" Wonwoo ah~" Y/N skipped happily toward him. He smiled and opened his arms for her. She ran into his embrace and hugged him tightly. They both laughed and enjoyed the moment. Well, that is what she imagined, though.

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"Oh Lord, not again..."Wonwoo mumbled. Beside him, Mingyu let out a small chuckle and patted his back. Wonwoo shook his head. Her head was already pounding, thinking what kind of shenanigans she had today. 

"What a lovely girl you have... I'll see you in the gym this evening, bro." Then he left his bestfriend alone with Y/N.

"Lovely, my foot" wonwoo smiled sarcastically, but it faded as he looked at Y/n. He knew what was coming and wasn't ready for it. He took a deep breath and braced himself for the conversation to come.

She grins sheepishly, "I was asked by my mother to give you this," she showed a small box of cookies, "but I wanted to make special cookies for you, not her hand-made..." and continued. She opened the box to show the homemade cookies she had made. "I hope you-.”

"Thanks." He didn't even let her end her speech about the cookies. He fastly make his way to his class leaving her there.

Y/n is always happy, always making the whole school feel like there's a floating flower everywhere, a positive-thinking and smart girl, too. But Wonwoo believes she's just another annoying girl who gives him a headache and suddenly enters his quiet and peaceful world. He immediately disliked her when they first met and tried to keep his distance. But no matter how hard he tried, Y/n always found a way to him. 

In the end, Wonwoo couldn't help but admit she did have a special charm. Also, thanks to his father, Y/n is his fiance. This is despite their father being a best friend since college, living as a neighbor, a window mate, and now a fiance. Yes, typical childhood lover. 

Wonwoo just could not reject his father's proposal to be her fiance. Since they were children, Wonwoo was never close to her. He always does his best to avoid her, but living next door just makes it impossible for him to do so. Especially when their window face each other.

"It's choco chip, your favorite!" she shouted, making most of the people in the hall stop for a second to look at them both, seeing that Wonwoo had fastened his pace to avoid the crowd. Wonwoo blushed and smiled, but he quickly hid it, not wanting anyone to see it. As time goes by, Wonwoo starts to like her stubbornness and the effort she makes to have his attention. He doesn’t know why at first he was disgust by the fluttering feels he got but eventually he use to it.

" Crazy girl," Wonwoo muttered.

Y/n smiled fell for a moment after he already out of sight. As always, she tried to win his heart, but he never opened up. If he doesn't like her, why? She sometimes questions why he agreed to the engagement. Y/n has liked Wonwoo since their family moved. Being his neighbor, Wonwoo doesn't enjoy making friends with anyone, especially with the girls, except for Mingyu. Mingyu is an introvert collector kind of person, ends up being his best friend.

" Did you already give up?" someone asked from behind. Y/n turned around to see her best friend, Hana, standing there. Instantly, her smile returned.

She grinned eagerly. "Hell, I'm not!"

"Good, I want you to be my sister-in-law, and nobody can change that", Hana stated. And yes, she's Wonwoo's sister, twin sister.

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-nighttime-

"Seriously, bro, I can't stand her anymore; she just- too much", Wonwoo whined on the phone call, laying down on his bed with his small towel hanging on his neck.

“Then why have you agreed to be her future husband, Wonwoo shii~" Mingyu replied,

" I-I don't know" He shifted to lay on his side, his gaze thrown to his bedside table where the box of cookies she blabbered excitedly about this morning. Slowly, he got up from his bed to grab that box. She decorated it with blue ribbon along with a sticky note that read, 'hope this makes your tummy tickle’.

Her actions sometimes made his day. He opened the box and saw the stars-shaped cookies, his favorite shape. He smiled and felt warmth in his heart.

"Bittery, maybe you feel disturbed because you look at her like all those girls out there. Maybe opening up a bit, give the key to that locked heart and let her enter it. She knows the limit. Don't you worry; I believe after that it will make you feel tickled by those butterflies she sent," Mingyu advised.

Wonwoo look at the sticky note hearing Mingyu

Wonwoo walked to his curtain and opened it a little to peek outside, and there is his view, Y/n. He sees her trying to grab the book on her shelf that she placed higher than she was able to reach. 

‘Why would she place it there if she can’t reach it?’ he mumbled

 A few books fell after she stepped on the wrong side, hitting her head. Wonwoo let out a small snort, entertained by her clumsiness. "Stupid," he whispered.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" shouted Mingyu.

"Not you, stupid."

Wonwoo reconsidered his best friend's words. Sometimes, he felt a little butterfly looking at her, but he quickly said it was just a disgusting feeling. “Whatever, back to the topic. She's a nice girl, Bittery. I can guarantee you she can make you the happiest guy after this," said Mingyu.

Y/n seems to notice some light on the other side of her window. She looked outside and saw Wonwoo standing there, seemingly having a conversation over the phone but looking at her. Despite the butterflies in her stomach, her heart was racing, and she raised her hand triumphantly, waving at him with her usual smile.

Likewise, Wonwoo feels again those tingling caused by her action, and his body starts feeling the same way he described before, disgusted but somehow good. He let out a big sigh.

“Well, Mingyu, I think you're right. Maybe I should give it a try. Talk to you later" 

“Wait wha-” Before Mingyu could respond, He hung up. Wonwoo still maintained eye contact with her. He cautiously and slowly waves back to her.

"Oh my god..." Y/n cupped his mouth and gasped. His action just now was the first time in her life that she had seen such a thing. It never Wonwoo to respond to anything that she do, not even when she spill the drink onto him that one day. But now is just different that making her feel overwhelmed.

She didn't even realize her tears had started falling. Wonwoo saw it and started to panic. He signaled from afar, asking if she was all right. But she abruptly closed her curtain, feeling embarrassed at the time, and she quickly took out her phone to message him. "I'm okay. That book hit my head and hurt my head a bit; I hope it's not going to bleed.” Along with emoji thumbs up.

Wonwoo looked at his phone notification that came from her. After he read the message, he noticed Y/n sticking out only her hand from the window showing a thumbs up.

He let out a sigh and chuckled. "Oh boy, I hope this was a smart decision." He felt that this was going to be a roller-coaster ride, but at least he was going to try. Maybe accepting her future wife will not be a bad decision at all

[gohyemi]

mission abort !! signal failed! L.S.M

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, humour

⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seokmin x reader

taglist: @ateez-atiny380 @lilydaisylily @dreamingofpcy @sumzysworld @mxnhoeuwu @notanotherbigfangirl

a/n: INSERTING SECOND MALE LEAD, THIS STORY MAY GET PROLONGED

<<PART 1. PART 3>>

.ೃ࿔☼*:･ part 2

The Day After

Y/N woke up with heavy eyes and an even heavier heart.

She shuffled toward the mirror and winced. “Aisshh… now I can’t even see properly,” she mumbled, noticing the puffiness around her eyes.

Reaching into the freezer, she grabbed a cold spoon and pressed it gently over her lids—willing the swelling to go down along with the ache in her chest.

But no amount of cold metal could numb what she was feeling inside.

She moved through her morning routine in silence. Washed her face, applied her skincare, dabbed on a bit more concealer than usual, and did her makeup with extra care—not to impress anyone, but to hold herself together. When she finished, she took a deep breath and slapped both cheeks lightly.

“You can do it, Yoon Y/N,” she told her reflection, forcing a small smile. “Let’s move on.”

.ೃ࿔☼*:･

The classroom buzzed lightly when she arrived. Students chatting, chairs dragging, morning energy humming in the air.

And the very first person she saw?

“Y/Nnie~!”

It was him—Lee Seokmin.

Of course.

He was already grinning, waving at her from his seat like nothing had happened.

‘How can I move on when you still greet me like that?’ she mentally groaned. Still, she managed to return his smile, just enough to pass off as friendly. But it didn’t reach her eyes.

He didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh! By the way, what’s the tea?” he asked, leaning closer across his desk. “I couldn’t come yesterday… I, uh… overslept~” He scratched the back of his head, clearly a little sheepish.

Y/N blinked. Her smile stayed, but her heart sank.

That was it? Overslept?

No text. No apology last night. Just… overslept?

The ache returned—dull but sharp enough to remind her why she’d decided to let go.

She nodded slowly, her tone light but distant. “Oh… it wasn’t important.”

Seokmin chuckled softly, still clueless. “Okay, good. I was scared I missed some serious drama.”

Y/N just hummed and took her seat, eyes turning to the window.

Outside, the sky was clear and bright. And inside, she told herself again—

Let’s move on.

.ೃ࿔☼*:･

“You got your answer?”

Y/N nodded quietly.

She was now tucked away in the corner of the university library, her usual study nook—though she wasn’t here for studying. She had spotted Jeonghan, head down on an open textbook, clearly mid-nap in his signature “I'm awake but not really” position.

She hesitated at first, but something in her chest told her she needed to let it out. So she sat beside him and told him everything—about the planned confession, the missed meet-up, and the excuse that followed.

To her surprise, Jeonghan didn’t crack a joke or tease her. He listened. Really listened.

After a pause, he opened one sleepy eye and said quietly, “But… you still didn’t say it to his face.”

Y/N sighed, groaning as she dropped her head onto the table, hiding her face in her folded arms. “How could I, Han?” she murmured. “When he couldn’t even bother to show up for something so simple... that said enough, didn’t it? It showed me exactly where I stand in his life. Just… a friend. One of many!”

The people surround hushing them.

Jeonghan bowed in apology, and he let out a sigh. 'Poor y/n'

He just reached out and gently patted her back in silent comfort.

But then, his eyes lit up.

A slow, mischievous smile crept onto his face—the kind that made Y/N lift her head just enough to squint at him suspiciously.

“What?” she mumbled, still half-buried in disappointment.

He leaned in closer and grinned, voice low but full of intent. “I might have an idea… a very Jeonghan idea.”

Y/N blinked. “Should I be scared?”

He laughed softly. “Probably. But maybe it’s time he gets a little wake-up call.” Now she is interested

“Well… if he really does like you, though.” Jeonghan’s words hung in the air casually, but they landed hard on Y/N’s already wounded heart.

She groaned in response and dropped her head back onto the library table, muffling her feelings into the woodgrain. Jeonghan chuckled, patting her back again like she was a tired kitten.

“So,” she said from under her arms, voice muffled, “what exactly is this genius idea of yours?”

.ೃ࿔☼*:･

“You need to do all the things you usually do for Seokmin… to another guy,” Jeonghan said confidently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“And lucky you, I have the perfect candidate.”

Y/N let out a long, dramatic sigh. She still didn’t fully get what he was scheming, but her heart was too numb to argue.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Just like always, Y/N stood near the hallway, the exact spot she’d usually wait for Seokmin. She held her bag casually, pretending not to be scanning for him.

“First, you just wait,” Jeonghan had said. “And when he shows up—that’s when you reject.”

She spotted him. Seokmin was walking her way, waving with that bright, effortless smile that always made her knees weak.

“Y/Nnie~! You waited? Let’s go—practice starts soon!”

She steadied her breath. Now or never.

She straightened and met his gaze. “Sorry, Seokmin-ah. I have other plans today.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Ah… really? With who?”

Before she could even speak, another voice answered smoothly from beside her.

“With me.”

Both of them turned.

Standing there was none other than Seungcheol—hands in his pockets, relaxed but confident. His gaze was calm, but the way he positioned himself beside Y/N made one thing clear: this wasn’t random.

“She has plans with me,” he repeated with a small smile.

“Then… the SOS will come.” Jeonghan grinned with folded arms

Y/N stiffened slightly, trying to play it cool, but her heart was screaming.

‘Oh my god… who is this bad boy. Is this the help that Han told me?’ she monologued, cheeks warm with fluster.

For a second, Seokmin looked genuinely taken aback. His easy smile faltered, his posture straightened, like something had clicked—but only for a moment.

Then he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, that’s a shame. Well, see you later, Y/Nnie~” he said with that same familiar tone, before adding, “Have fun, hyung~”

And with that, he walked away—faster than usual.

Y/N stood frozen, the sound of his retreating footsteps echoing louder than her own heartbeat.

Beside her, Seungcheol glanced down and asked quietly, “You okay?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

Seungcheol let out a soft giggle, then called out into the empty hallway, “Yah, Yoon Jeonghan, come out!”

A loud rustling sound followed before Jeonghan popped out from behind the trash can, dusting off his pants as he strolled over with a proud grin. “Tada!! Your SOS help has arrived!”

Y/N gave him a look, somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Seriously? Behind the trash can?”

Jeonghan only winked. She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. She turned toward Seungcheol and extended her hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Thanks for being part of this ridiculous plan.”

Seungcheol accepted her handshake with a charming grin. “Seungcheol. Nice to meet you.”

“Call him Ddaddu or Cherry—it’s tradition!”

Before Y/N could react, Seungcheol grabbed Jeonghan in a playful headlock. “Do not listen to this clown.”

Jeonghan groaned dramatically in his grip while laughing. “I’m just helping the vibe, okay?!”

Seungcheol looked back at Y/N and, with a lopsided smile, added, “But really… if you want to, it’s okay for me.”

Y/N laughed, finally easing up from the awkward tension earlier. This may have started as a plan—but for the first time in a while, she felt light.

And maybe… this was the beginning of something new. -tbc-

.ೃ࿔☼*:･