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The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter. <previous chapter. - next chapter.> Track #3 - cherries.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

I rock back and forth on my feet as I wait for someone to open the door. 

The hallway is bright. The window on the other side of the hall takes up almost all the space on the wall. You can watch over half of Seoul from up here. 

I cross my arms in front of my chest and ring the doorbell again. The blue elephant is now stuck between my arm and my chest. Watching the door. 

As I realise no one would be coming to open the door for me, I place the elephant next to the door. 

Hopefully they’ll see it when they come back.

We’re sitting in a more secluded corner of the cafe we’re in. Sena sits in front of me sipping on her iced Americano. 

She has her MacBook open on the table, staring intensely at the screen. On the MacBook she had stuck the sticker of my first solo album. 

It’s red. It says in black elegant letters ‘yaksok’. Promise. It was meant as a promise to always love and cherish the fans and to never stray away from the person I was then. 

I’m not sure if I was able to keep that promise as everything changed drastically after s:rens disbandment. Three out of six members started to study, one became an actress and two started their soloist activities. 

Sena had started studying at Enha Women’s University. Modern Art. She’s the only one I stayed in contact with. I sometimes see Park Suhyeon at music shows or award shows. But more than a friendly hug, a smile or a wave is nothing that we deem necessary. 

On top of it all we both know that the friendliness between us is fake. But none of us would ever admit that in front of our fans. I sometimes feel a sense of guilt about this whole situation we found ourselves in. But at the end of the day I know it’s not our fault. 

It all happened because of not well enough thought through decisions that led to us not renewing our contract in 2018 and the six of us separating. 

Everyone always says that being an Idol in a band means having a second family. That wasn’t the case for us. There was always a clear favouritism from the company building a strong competitiveness between us. 

We were coworkers if anything but never friends, let alone family. 

It was all fake. 

"This is making me sick.“ Sena breaks the silence and pulls me from my thoughts. "Still nothing?“ I ask her when she continues to stare off her MacBook in a rather pissed off manner. 

She’s been waiting since I arrived here. 

"What exactly are you waiting for?“ I ask her. Emphasising the ‘exactly’. "A mail from the exhibition hall. They said they’d get back to me by today because of the exhibition in two months.“ 

I carefully reach over the table and close her laptop. "They can wait.“ 

She pushes her blonde hair out of her face and takes the small fork in front of her. "Yes they can wait.“ she says as she brutally divides the cake into two pieces, "but I can not.“ she continues, as she pushes the bigger piece into her mouth. "Two venues have already canceled. This is my last hope.“ she says, chewing the piece. 

I wonder if people would notice when I’d take the other piece of cake. "You want that?“ Sena asks me and just like on autopilot I shake my head and cross my arms in front of me. Great. I should have taken it. 

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow before eating the other half too. "You should slow down when eating, you know. I don’t want you to choke.“ I say to her as she washes the cake down with her drink. 

"You sound like Jina Eonnie, you know that?“ she states and I look up at the name of our former Band leader. Eonnie?

"Are you still in contact with her?“ I ask. Sena looks at me as if I had caught her doing something very illegal. 

"No. I am not.“ she says. I don’t believe her. "You said Eonnie.“ I say. She wouldn’t call her that if they hadn’t been in contact for at least multiple times a month. 

"I call you Eonnie too. Eonnie.“ She tries saving herself. "No, you don’t.“ 

She avoids my eyes. "You know I don’t judge you on meeting her. I would have just liked to know. She was my leader too, you know.“ I say a little quieter this time. 

"I know.“ She says and finally looks at me again. "I’m sorry I haven’t told you. She’s actually getting married this year.“ I look at her with wide eyes. I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend. 

"What with who?“ I ask stunned at the new information. "Lim Woojin“ she says as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

Lim Woojin was Jina’s boyfriend. Is Jina’s boyfriend, I suppose. They have been together since our debut. Our management and company didn’t know. They had been livid when they found out. 

We had always tried to keep it a secret for as long as possible. That was one of the few things where we actually worked as a team. Getting our boyfriends - or One Night stands - out of the dorm as quietly and unnoticed as possible. 

I had no Idea they were still together. 

"I thought they had broken it off in the last year of our contract.“ I say more as a question than anything else. 

"They did. But they got back together shortly after our contract ended.“ Sena must have known for a long time if the nonchalant tone meant anything. "I’m sure you’ll get an invitation. You don’t have to come though. I know how hard it is right now.“ 

She and Taeja were the only people that I had told about my paranoia. And the ‘cherry problem’ as Sena likes to call it. Even now it’s there. Sitting in a corner where only I can see it. Waiting. Watching.

"No. I’d like to come. I’ll see if it fits with my schedule and see then.“ I say taking a sip of my iced Coffee. 

Sena nods. Her eyes slightly distance. She’s not looking at me. More past me. "By the way, did you bring anyone from the company with you?“ she asks, lowering her voice and coming slightly closer. "No, why?“ I ask her. 

She breathes in deeply and answers: "There's a guy that has been looking at us for a good while now. I didn’t think much of it until he started pointing his phone at us.“ 

I freeze.

I’m sitting with my back to the other customers. It became a habit. I hoped no one would recognize me like that. Involuntarily I start trying to think of a reason for what would have given me away. 

Absent-mindedly I thread my hand through my curls. I didn’t feel like straightening my hair this morning. 

I pull the dark green baseball cap more into my face. My hair falls in wild curls over my shoulder. “Do you think he recognized us?” I ask Sena while shielding my face with my hair and leaning closer to her. 

She looks at me amused. “Well I’m sure he didn’t recognize me.” she says and leans back in her seat. I close my eyes. My face turning sour. She’s right. She’s been out of the media for a while now. Sena had dyed her hair blonde after disbandment. She said she couldn’t look in the mirror. Everything she sees is the Idol that didn’t make it. There’s no way they would recognize her after six years. 

“Do you want to come over to the company? I only have to finish recording today.” I suggest. In my studio we would definitely be able to talk without anyone filming us. 

She chews on the inside of her cheek. “You don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable.”I look at her, tilting my head slightly. Still shielding my face with my hair. 

She has been in my studio before, even though she often gets uncomfortable and excuses herself soon after. The aftermath of our group days. “Oh no it’s okay. Probably better to talk there anyway.” 

“Is he still looking?” I ask, trying to find the best moment to leave. I search through my bag for my face mask I stuffed in there earlier. Sena packs her laptop into her bag not looking away from the man behind me. 

“He’s not looking. Let’s go. Now!” she says and is already halfway to the door. I stumble after her. We’re walking fast to the company across the street. 

“He’s not following us right?” Sena turns around. “I don't think he is.” I nod not being able to form a coherent sentence as I try to catch my breath while simultaneously trying to stop my laughter. 

A short quiet melody plays as the door opens “Did you see how I almost fell as I got up?” I almost choke on my laughter as I turn around looking away from Sena. 

In front of me sits the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. 

Red. Everything is red. Now it’s louder. Not a background noise anymore but a loud prominent reminder. It jumped out. Laughing at me. Happy it caught me off guard. I might have laughed too if my heart would have let me.

He has his slightly long hair tied together in the back, leaving a few black strands of hair falling into his face. Beautiful. 

I feel a light push from behind me. I must have stopped abruptly. “What’s wrong?” Sena asks from behind me. I step aside, so she can see him too. 

I don’t see her reaction as I still cannot redirect my eyes from him. “What are they doing here?” She whispers. 

Beomju and Woozi are sitting with their backs to us. They are both wearing headphones, occasionally writing something down. 

“Is that Woozi from SEVENTEEN?” she continues, leaning closer to me. I nod slowly with my mouth slightly agape. “You know you should close your mouth if you don’t want flies flying in.” 

I close my mouth. 

I start towards Beomju. The red specks following my vision. Trying to keep a healthy safety distance between the black haired producer and me, I knock on the desk in front of my main producer. 

Behind me, Sena slowly lets herself sink down on my couch. Beomju looks up and takes his headphones off. “You’re late.” he says and stops the track, which makes Woozi look up. 

Those dark brown eyes. So pretty. 

“I don’t think I am.” I say slowly. I’m not sure if he heard me. My attention is on the singer next to him, who has just taken his headphones off. He leans back in his chair. My chair. 

Attractive. 

“You're half an hour late, we said three thirty not four.” he says, seemingly not noticing my lack of attention on him. 

“I kept her away, I didn’t know she had something scheduled this afternoon.” Sena speaks up from my couch. I would have defended her if my attention wouldn’t be stuck somewhere else. Beomju and Woozi look at her momentarily. They both stop at her. Maybe recognizing her? I don’t know. 

“Sorry I didn’t look at the time. We got held up.” I say glancing at the SEVENTEEN member. He looks back at me and suddenly I am hyper aware of the red colouring my vision. 

“Don’t apologise to him, apologise to me. You kept me waiting.” Beomju says while suppressing a chuckle. I look at him annoyed. 

“Sorry I was late and you had to put up with him for so long.” I say directly looking at Woozi, finally overcoming the red volcano eruption and sitting down next to Sena. 

I see how Woozi looks away and unsuccessfully tries to hide a smile. 

Beomju lets out an annoyed sigh. “I let Jihoon look over the last two b-sides we haven’t recorded yet. Give it a listen and tell us what you think.” Beomju says, handing me his set of headphones. 

I look at Sena. “Go ahead, I'll wait for my mail.” She says pulling out her laptop. I nod, taking the headphones from Beomju. 

At some point as we went over to recording, Sena had left to work on her own projects. Beomju had left too because officially the schedule had ended. But because it was my last schedule for today, I decided to stay a little longer. 

Woozi had suggested that he’d also stay because he finished all of his own schedules and would work on his own songs anyway. So a little change wouldn’t hurt. 

So now I am alone with him. With the possibly most beautiful person I have ever met. 

The red hasn’t left my vision since I came here. I feel a weird sense of comfort. It’s not too pushy. Not too loud. Just there. And somehow it makes me feel warm. Like the soup at my parents' restaurant. With people talking and cutlery scraping on plates. 

Normally my heart would start racing. My hands would start getting clammy. But right now there isn’t anything like that.

Yes my heart is beating way faster than normal but I’m not sure if it’s because of the red or the person next to me being dangerously close from touching my shoulder. 

“What do you think?” he asks and presses play. The final version of the last b-side flows out of the speakers. It’s beautiful. But honestly what is there that is not good that this man has produced. 

“I like it. It’s really good. Thank you.” I say looking at him. He smiles and looks at the screen again as my voice continues to flow out of the speakers. 

“Of course. I’ve liked your songs for a long time now. Thank you for letting me work with you.” He says and leans back in his chair. 

My heart jumps against my ribcage. I didn’t expect him to say something like that. He likes my songs. 

"Thank you. I like yours too.“ I say without thinking. I like yours too? Have you never talked to a guy? He smiles and presses a few buttons. 

"We should-“

"We should-“ we both start at the same time. He laughs lightly. His laugh sends sparks of red, warm electricity down to my chest and stomach. The soup is going down to my stomach. His laugh is pretty.

"You go first.“ I say looking at him. His hair is hanging slightly chaotically down his forehead by the way he continuously raked his hand through it over the past few hours. 

"We should probably head home now. It’s kinda late.“ he says with a side glance to the clock hanging next to the door. 2:48am. 

Oh. "Oh yes. Yes you’re right.“ I search for my phone between the stacks of papers in front of me. Slightly disappointed that our little work session ended. I enjoyed working with him. 

Slowly I get up looking for my bag. "What were you going to say?“ Woozi asks as I walk over to the couch. 

We should grab something to eat sometime. 

"Oh nothing. You took the words right out of my mouth.“ I don’t see his reaction. 

The ride down in the elevator is quiet. "Thank you for working on my songs today. I don’t think I would have gotten to finish them today without you.“ I break the silence. 

"Of course.“ It's quiet again. "If you need help with anything, I'll gladly help.“ he adds after a short pause in which I try to focus on the level numbers changing. Doesn’t help that they’re red, of all colours. 

I nod thanks. "Was that Kim Sena earlier?“ I look at him surprised. I hadn’t expected him to say more. Let alone ask about Sena. 

"Yeah, we met for coffee.“ I say, looking at him through the curls that had fallen into my face. I push them away. "It's great that you’re still friends with them. Even though it’s been a while since you disbanded.“ 

He knows about s:ren. I bite the inside of my cheek. Don’t let him notice anything. Everyone thinks you were best friends. Family. Don’t let him notice the lie. 

I lean back against the mirror and smile. "Yeah it is.“ Lie. 

“I like your hair like that, by the way.” He says looking straight ahead, “It suits you.”. I feel my ears going red. “Thank you. I don’t get to wear it like that often.” I say. Truth. “Why?” he asks. “The company likes it better straight.” He nods slowly. I wait for him to say more. He looks like he wants to say more. 

He doesn’t. The door slides open. 

“Thank you Woozi. For tonight I mean.” 

“Jihoon.” 

“What?”

“Call me Jihoon.” 

The hallway to my apartment is empty. The blue elephant is the only thing filling the empty space. 

They didn’t take it with them? They must have seen it. Maybe it’s not theirs? I should ask them the next time I see them. How else would it have come up here? 

I crouch down and take it in my hands. I turn it around as if that would tell me where it had come from. It’s a plushie. A normal blue elephant plushie. 

I get up still looking at the elephant and open my door. I place it on my dining table. 

I turn on my ceiling fan and close my curtains before I fall face first onto my bed. Marie moves from my pillow to the back of my head, curling into a white fluffy ball. I feel her soft white tail stroking against my back. Almost as if to say I’m here. You’re not alone. 

The red had succumbed to a big mass in the back of my mind. Not as prominent. But there. And never leaving my side. 

It’s watching me. Something’s watching me. Waiting.

TAGLIST. @hazeljisulatte @thepoopdokyeomtouched @berriebeetles @rvebyntvr @neivivenaj @cookiearmy

This work will be simultaneously published on my Wattpad [click here.]

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All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for use of brief quotations in a story review.

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The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter.

Track #2.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

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The room I’m in does not have a fan. Not surprising. Honestly.

I’ve been staring at Beomjus back for a good thirty minutes now. I can’t concentrate.

I couldn’t think of anything else besides yesterday night. Everytime i recall him I start seeing red specks everywhere. But this time it’s weird. They’re not overwhelming. Not too pushy.

They’re like a background noise. Always there but never too much. Never annoying. Just right. Just there.

Like people talking in a restaurante. Like my laundry machine turning. Like the sound of tires on asphalt. Barely noticeable but always aware that it’s there.

I’m warm. When thinking of him something like red heat creeps up my neck. Burning almost. But not hurting. Nor uncomfortable.

Weird. When was the last time it hasn’t made me uncomfortable? I don’t remember.

"Are you listening?“ I bite down on my thumb nail. I really should stop doing that.

"Byeol?“ How can someone be so pretty and not brag about it all the time?

"Byeol!“

"Yes?“ I look up. Beomju looks at me, his mouth forming a straight line. "Did you listen to anything I just said?“ he questions me.

I avoid eye contact, I have in fact not been listening. How could I with the red ruling over my thoughts. "Do you mind repeating?“ I ask carefully, pushing my glasses back onto my head, keeping my hair from falling into my face.

"I said we can start recording.“ He watches me as I get up grabbing the lyric sheet in front of me. "Are you okay?“ he asks as I open the door to the recording booth. "Yeah why?“ I ask him, my hand resting on the doorknob.

"You seem a little out of it. A little distracted.“ He says, leaning back in his chair. I shrug. "I’m fine.“ I say not wanting to admit that I in fact am distracted. But he doesn’t need to know why. I doubt that he believes me anyway when I say I'm not. I close the door, leaving all possible distractions on the other side.

I put the lyric sheet on the note stand and put my headphones on, readjusting my glasses on the bridge of my nose.

The next two hours are filled with singing, repeating, harmonising and repeating again until Beomju decides to take a break. We‘ve been making huge progress the last few days. Besides memorising the choreography until it‘s engraved inside of me like blood running through my veins. We‘ve finished recording the majority of the album, with only three b-sides left.

At some point Seungkwan had entered the studio and made himself comfortable on Beomjus couch. He apparently was supposed to bring him some notes of a demo song for SEVENTEEN. Now he‘s lounging around like he doesn‘t have a care in the world.

I let myself fall down next to him and take a big swig out of my water bottle. "Why are you here?“ I ask him, pushing my glasses up. I didn‘t see a reason for him to still be here after he succeeded in his mission to bring the notes.

"Jihoon Hyung told me to bring the notes and bother someone else.“ I almost choke on my water at the mention of my friends bandmates name. And I thought I had successfully banished him from my thoughts for the time being.

I nod absentmindedly. Seungkwan must have noticed that I won‘t be answering anytime soon. “Do you guys want to grab dinner somewhere, after you finish recording?“ he asks, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"Sure, why not?“ I shrug, pushing my thoughts of his attractive friend to the back. But not away.

We both look expectantly at Beomju. He had his chair turned towards us, following our conversation. "I can‘t. I got some more work after this.“ He gestures to the stack of paper Seungkwan had put on his desk earlier.

"So it‘s just us?“ I ask him, taking another sip. He thinks for a moment. "Do you mind if some of my members join us? They haven‘t had dinner yet.“

I blink at him.

If Woozi‘s coming I doubt I‘ll be able to even make it to the dinner place, without crashing the car.

"Sure.“ I say trying to not mind my heart's fastened pace as I think of what he might look like from across the table, under the cozy orange light and through the steam of the sizzling hotpot.

"Cool, I‘ll ask them.“ I nod. My water bottle is empty now.

"Continue?“ I ask Beomju, who is typing away on his phone, as I try to flee my very attractive thoughts. "If you‘re done talking, sure.“ he says, putting his phone to the side.

As I note Seungkwan's disinterest in continuing the conversation, I get up with a deep breath and grab another bottle from the cooler. I make a mental note to get Beomju new water the next time I see him and close the recording booth door behind me.

Drowning the few leftover red specks, as well as Seungkwan's babbling over what to get for dinner, out.

The dinner place right next to the Han River is relatively empty. It had been pouring for an hour now and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

The round table we’re sitting at is filled with numerous side dishes and a steaming hot pot in the middle. We are sitting at the very back corner of the tent.

The air is slightly damp and I’m almost hundred percent sure there is a puddle forming under my feet.

To my luck Woozi had not joined us when we had left. I didn’t know whether to be happy or slightly disappointed.

"This is so good, I can’t believe we never went here.“ Seokmin says from across the table. I grin into the bowl in front of me.

"Yeah I can’t believe you never took me here.“ Seungkwan says with a mouth full of rice. I raise my eyebrows at his accusing tone. "I couldn’t stand the thought of having to see your face everytime I come here.“

Joshua lets out a loud laugh at my statement. Seungkwan scowls at him.

"Here, stop pouting.“ I say, passing him a spoon full of rice, pork and kimchi. He eats it reluctantly.

Behind Dokyeom and Chan, two girls started whispering to each other looking in our direction. Instinctively I pull my baseball cap a bit more into my face.

I normally don’t mind meeting fans randomly, but it’s different when I’m out with other Idols. The rumours seem to write themselves.

I take a closer look at them, trying to make it not too obvious. They seem to be in middle school. I look at my phone. The time reads 10:46pm. What are middle schoolers doing at this time still out?

I don’t think they’ll do anything out of the ordinary, but I still couldn’t stop myself from looking over to them from time to time. They must have seen us leaving the car and followed us here.

Joshua next to me must have noticed them too as he moves a little closer to Chan and away from me.

There is no doubt they don’t know who we are. The only thing we can do now is to try to avoid starting rumours. Damage control, Taeja would call it.

The plates have been emptied by now and everyone is just talking away. I catch a few crumbs about the comeback, music shows and toothpaste?

As the night went on the restaurant tent emptied more and more until the only people left were the middle school girls, a group of middle aged men and us.

I wondered if the girls left if we did. I don’t want them to sit alone at this time with the men. Even though they probably followed us here.

"I think we should go, it’s kinda late. I promised my manager to sleep early today.“ I say, looking at the boys. "Since when do you listen to her?“ Seungkwan asks, confused as to why I want to leave so suddenly.

"Since now.“

The girls had left short after us. I saw them leave the tent from our parking spot. I felt relieved seeing them walk towards the train station. If for our safety or theirs I’m not sure. I just hope they didn’t get into too much trouble for coming home late.

The hallway to my apartment is quiet. I look at my phone as I round the corner. Seungkwan had sent me a picture of him and the guys. They got some takeout at the restaurant for the members that stayed at the company.

I suppose my secret place isn‘t so secret anymore. But that‘s okay. I don‘t eat there that often anyway. Makes it more special. Might be nice going there with other people for once.

I pull at my shirt. It sticks to my body. We got wet when walking back to my car. My straightened hair had surrendered to the curls now flowing down my back. I’m cold. Even though the hallway is warm I feel a chill clinging to my back. Crawling up my neck, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

I narrow my eyebrows at the sight in front of me. There‘s a little elephant plushie leaning against my door. I crouch down in front of it, turning it around in my hands. "What are you doing here?“ I ask quietly.

Subconsciously I turn to look at the apartment door at the end of the hallway. A family of four lives there. He is a doctor and she a lawyer. They have twins. A girl and a boy. Maybe it belongs to them?

I decide it‘s too late now to ask them as I check the time on my phone. 1:37am. I get up.

From the corner of my eye I notice movement. My head snaps around. The hallway ends in that direction. There's a big picture on the wall. The green and gold specks makes it look harder to make as it probably was. It‘s the first thing you see when you leave the elevator. Next to it is a plant. But other than that nothing.

Must have been the fatigue.

Still with my phone and the blue elephant in my hand I punch in the code to my apartment and go inside. The door closes with a short melody as I take my shoes off.

I place the elephant on the table in my living room. I make a mental note to return it tomorrow. I‘m sure they miss it already.

As I get into bed I feel like something's off. Like I missed something. As if the chill is sitting in a corner waiting for an opportunity.

And all of a sudden the red is back. Drowning my vision and making my heart beat all the faster. I try to distract myself.

Turning on my music. Answering messages. Looking through the pictures we took earlier. Nothing changed.

Realising I won‘t reach the quiet I‘d like to reach in my head. I place my phone on the nightstand, putting on a different playlist.

The red never leaving my mind. My heart beats faster. Sleep comes hard that night.

TAGLIST. @hazeljisulatte @thepoopdokyeomtouched @berriebeetles @rvebyntvr @neivivenaj @cookiearmy

This work will be simultaneo publsihed on my Wattpad [click here].

©AVOCHELE, 2024

All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a story review.

[avochele]

The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter.

chapter 1.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

note. Blame my impatience for the irregular updates. sorry.

Red. Everything is red. I don’t like red. Haven’t liked it for 6 years.

I’m sure I did like it at some point. I can’t remember. I should like red. Red is my business in a way. It’s my job. Red made me successful. Popular. Famous.

But I don’t think it makes me happy.

For the longest time I noticed something missing. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment when. But I have been feeling like I’m in a void. A void of nothingness. Except for the red specks everywhere.

There should be more. I should be happy. But I am not.

The fan above my bed buzzes softly as it blows cool air onto my skin. They told me to get an AC. I didn’t. I like the sound of the fan. It calms me. It has been there since I moved in and it has not once failed me. I don’t see a point in getting rid of something that lacks in nothing but age. If it does its work - and that it certainly does - why replace it.

I shouldn’t be having such a personal connection to a ceiling fan.

I open my eyes. The red is gone. The blowing air causes my eyes to tear up momentarily, causing me involuntarily to look in another direction but up.

I see a white furball laying at the end of my bed. Next to me. Not quite out of reach. I could stretch my arm and feel her soft fur. But I don’t. I don’t feel like moving.

I like my job. I like what I do. I am one of the few people on this earth who were able to fulfil their dream. And I would never change this for anything. It’s just the red that bothers me.

I reach for my phone. The case. Red. Like everything else. It was the details that made me become the Idol I am today. The small parts that were red. That were sensual. That were exciting. That were loving.

People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.

The sheets under me rustle as I sit up. Marie’s tail moves over the white sheets. The white curtains - that look almost beige because of the setting sun - stop the light from travelling further into the room.

It’s 8pm. I should be heading out soon. I’m working late today. They gave me midday off. I was at the company yesterday until the middle of the night. I came back at around 3 am and today won’t be any different.

I like the late practice hours. The moments when only a few people are in the building. When it’s quiet. Almost so quiet that I miss the buzzing of my fan in my room.

They have an AC in the building. I like my fan.

I get up. My Bag with my stuff stands next to my door, seemingly waiting for me to pick it up. I’m driving to the company alone today. I’ll be meeting my manager there. She told me to be there in time. I’m already running late.

I tap my freshly manicured fingers on the steering wheel. Dark cherry red with golden accents. I like them. They're pretty, if it weren’t for the red. It isn't as bad as other reds. Not as striking as others. But red. Still. I’d love it. If it weren’t red.

The traffic light shines in a neon light inside my car. Painting everything an anxiety inducing colour.

It’s the colour I'm used to the most. The striking red that fills the stage as soon as I’m about to enter. It’s the colour I hate the most.

The red changes colour and the cars start moving again. Out of reflex I look into the rear-view mirror. Nothing suspicious yet. But they could be anywhere. The people that call themselves my fans but do nothing to make it seem like they are.

There were incidents. People had followed me. People found out where I live. People sent me packages. All kinds of packages. I don't like the packages. Not because of the striking red they are always wrapped in but because of the red inside.

I’d be alright as soon as I arrive in the parking garage under the Hybe Building. It’s only six minutes away now.

Another red light. I check the time on my phone. I am late. I had expected it and texted Taeja. She hadn’t responded but she read it. I know she did. She never really answers. She’s not a big texter.

I drive into the garage. The fluorescent light flickers for a moment before it shines on the few cars still there. I drive by Taeja’s car and park right next to the elevator. That way I don’t need to walk that much when I leave again.

A few metres away stands another car. I’ve seen it a lot. It’s always there when I come and it’s always there when I leave again. I don’t know who it belongs to.

The hallway is long and dark. I like these Hallways. No trace of colour. Just pure and grave grey or black. I enter the practice room Taeja said she’ll wait in.

The room is quiet. Taeja stands right next to the mirror that takes on almost one part of the whole wall. She types something on her phone.

The backup dancers are sitting all over the room on the floor. I have known some of them since the beginning. Many of them have changed agencies since my debut. Just a handful stayed.

I consider them my friends. Even though we never really met outside the company. I’m happy they stayed. At least that hasn’t changed.

Even though the way they view me might have changed. But that’s for my old me to worry about. Everyone changes. And so do I.

“I thought you’d be even later.” She says as she puts her phone on the small stand next to her. “Traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I say, putting my bag next to the door.

“Have you eaten anything?” She always asks that. I don’t blame her. “Yeah. I had TakeOut earlier.” I answer her.

She nods satisfied and claps her hands. “Then shall we start?”

The room is dark. The only light in the room comes from my computer and the sunset lamp in the corner. My friend got it for my birthday.

He’s been in my studio more times than I can count and he’s always been complaining about it not being cozy enough.

Next to the lamp hangs a printed picture that takes over a good fourth of the wall. It’s me on stage at Coachella. I like the picture. Even though the lightsticks make me look like I'm standing on a red ocean.

I’m not surprised they gave me the red one.

I tried making my studio not so red. I think that’s why Seungkwan gave me the sunset lamp. It’s not red. It’s more like a golden orange but still fits my vibe I suppose.

I like it. The plant under the picture lets its leaves hang a little. I don’t know what to do about it. I tried everything. Even talked to it. My best friend said that might help. It didn’t.

I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for a good forty minutes now. Staring at the small symbols.

I don’t know how this works. I should get Beomju to check it over.

I close the file.

I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. It’s coloured in orange light. The water bottle rustles slightly as I pick it up from my desk.

My phone says 2am. I lean forward and send the file to Beomju. The track is almost finished, just needs to be filed to perfection. This is for Beomju to worry about. He knows what the company likes. I don’t feel like putting up with that now. I text him that I’ve sent it to him. Close my phone and get up.

My dark red zip up sweater lays carelessly on my couch together with my bag. The rhinestones on it shine mindlessly in the orange light. I grab it and turn off the light.

The way back to the garage is quiet. I lean against the elevator wall and close my eyes for a moment. The slight rumble of the elevator keeps me from banging my head against the wall. I pull my black cap down a little.

The door opens and white fluorescent light flickers as I step out into the cold parking lot. The garage is almost empty now. Besides my own car there is only the one that's always there.

My steps are the only thing being heard in the empty garage. I open the passenger door and throw my bag onto the seat.

As I walk around it to get to the drivers side the elevator door pings open again. I look up not having expected another person to come down this late.

A guy around my height leaves the elevator. He’s wearing a cap that hides his dark, seemingly long hair, a black shirt that looks a little too big on him but at the same time too tight to conceal anything around his shoulder and chest area and black sweatpants.

He holds a grey sweatshirt in his hand together with his phone. The other one reaches to unlock his car. It’s the car in front.

My hand still lays on the door handle when he looks up. He looks at me and my heart jumps a little.

Red. Everything seems red all of a sudden. I don’t know what happend. But when he looked at me my chest turned warm. The heat creeping up my neck.

I stared. I stared goddamn much. And he noticed.

He smiles at me and bows slightly. Still with my hand on the door handle I lower my head a little. An attempt at a relaxed bow.

I’ve seen him before. Multiple times. Many times actually. Why does it feel so different now? Because I’m not on stage? Pumped with adrenaline? Because he’s not with Seungkwan? Or Minghao? Joshua? Or anyone I know?

What is happening?

I’m still staring. I turn to my car and open the door before scrambling to put my sweater on.

My face is still burning red. And I hope for everything that he doesn’t notice.

I bow one last time without looking at him and hurry to get into the driver's seat. I’m not sure if I trust myself enough to immediately leave. So I scramble to make it look like I’m busily doing something on my phone.

I connect the speakers to my phone. I type in the navigation. I type a message but am really just trying to get him to leave first.

His car lights blind me for a second and then he goes driving right by me. I see his backlight. And then he’s gone.

Everything's still red. A deep shade of red. I lean back and knot my hand through my hair.

Close my eyes. Open them again. Still red.

Damn you Woozi for making me see red.

TAGLIST. @readerwonnie @thepoopdokyeomtouched @berriebeetles @rvebyntvr

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The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection with a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

Joo Byeol. Famous Idol and way too lost in that thing she calls life. The difference lays in the details people say. Everything that Joo Byeol does is based on details. Details have made her become who she is. The obsession with a certain colour has long turned into something deeper. More sensual. More exciting and more dangerous.

A series of (un)fortunate events leads to a three sixty turn and makes Joo Byeol face things she never would have thought to encounter. To feel. To be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

note. blame my impatience for the irregular updates. I just couldn't wait to post the first chapter. if you want to get a notice of any updates regarding this story, you can follow or be added to the taglist (leave a comment for the taglist please). i never had a taglist but i'll figure it out, so just tell me if you want to be added. i really hope you guys will like it and i hope you'll stick around until then. thank you so much to all of your support that i've received until now! big hug, chele ♡

-chapters-

chp. 1 [click here.]

chp. 2 [click here.]

chp. 3 [coming soon.]

chp. 4 [coming soon.]

chp. 5 [coming soon.]

chp. 6 [coming soon.]

chp. 7 [coming soon.]

chp. 8 [coming soon.]

chp. 9 [coming soon.]

chp. 10 [coming soon.]

- to be continued.

THE IDOL - RUBYRED

caution: irregular updates!

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TNX falling asleep on their s/o, just fluff about it and maybe a little bit of teasing from the other members after they woke up

Happy Hour.

Request: TNX falling asleep on their s/o

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none - please tell me if i need to add any

Tags: fluff

note: this has been in my drafts for forever and i finally got to finish it! I hope you like it. Btw the stories are kinda connected, so no i did not run out of ideas...

Taehun

It was quiet on the drive to the hotel. The boys were either on their phones or asleep. You looked to the side when you felt a weight pressing onto your shoulder. Taehun had fallen asleep and chosen your shoulder over the window. You pressed his hand that was lying in your lap a little, and left a breath of a kiss on his hair. To say that no one noticed him sleeping on you, would be a massive lie. Everyone did. So it was no surprise that when he came to breakfast the next morning that the members started exchanging looks. When he noticed he gave Kyungjun, who was sitting opposite of him, a questioning look. "Slept well?" He asks in response, making Junhyeok almost spit out his orange juice. The younger boy hadn't expected Kyungjun being the one to tease him first. Taehun was confused. "What?"

Kyungjun

You both had planned a movie night in his dorm while the others were still at the company. The TV was still on and he had made himself comfortable between your legs. He was lying with his head on your chest, pretty much hugging your sides with the way his arms were trapped under you. Your hands were in his hair tugging lightly on the loose ends. Before he knew it he fell asleep, with you soon following. When the members came back, the end credits were rolling and the both of you were sound asleep on the couch. Sungjun was the first to notice and without hesitation he pulls his phone out, taking pictures of the oldest member. The others noticed now too and it was hard for them to not burst out laughing. They definitely won't let him hear the end of it as soon as he wakes up.

Hyunsoo

You were sitting on the floor in the practice room. Your back was leaning against the mirror wall. You were scrolling on your phone. Hyunsoo had his eyes closed. He was lying on his back, his head was on your lap. You weren't sure if he was asleep or not. Your free hand was in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly as the door opened. You looked up from your phone. Hwi was standing in the door, when he saw you looking at him he raised his hand as to wave at you and walked more into the room. Hyunsoo shifts slightly so that he basically had his face pressed into your belly. Hwi was grinning and you had a slight suspicion when he crouched down in front of your boyfriend. He had his phone in his hand and not even one minute later he had sent a picture in the groupchat with the caption "I guess we need to reschedule dance practice today." You had a hard time not laughing out loud.

Junhyeok

Your date had been ruined by the weather. It was pouring outside, leaving you stuck at the dorms. At some point of the evening the both of you had moved to his shared room, making yourself comfortable on his bed. You had gone from talking to just lying next to each other - or more like on each other. Junhyeok had made himself comfortable on top of you. He was lying more then half on you, basically caging you in between him and the matress. You didn't mind. The rain had stopped and you didn't know how much time had passed. You felt Junhyeoks chest rise and fall evenly. He had fallen asleep. It was dark outside when a quiet knock sounded from the door. You were already half asleep, when Taehun opened the door, peaking carefully inside. It is safe to say that Taehun didn't sleep in his room tonight. And breakfast the next morning was accompanied by a full on power point presentation of pictures of Junhyeok sleeping that had you roaring with laughter.

Hwi

You had visited him in his studio and had waited for him to finish. There was an empty fried chicken box standing on the glass table infront of you. You had made yourself comfortable on the couch. You were laying on top of him, your legs entangled with each other. His hand was drawing eights on to your back, leaving a light trace of goosebumps on your arms. As the time passed the feeling on your back subsided and Hwi's breathing turned even. You turned your head to look at him. His hair was falling onto his eyes. Carefully you pushed it back, feeling your eyes become heavy while looking at him. When you woke up Hwi was already awake. He turned his phone display in your direction showing you something. He had the TNX groupchat open. Hyunsoo had sent a picture of you two sleeping with the caption "I guess we need to reschedule the recording today." You let your head fall onto your boyfriends chest.

Sungjun

It was late when you came back from the concert. You were in your hotel room with your boyfriend. The both of you had fallen asleep almost immediately when your head had hit the pillow. You didn't even think about setting an alarm. So when you woke up you were convinced you still had time before meeting with the others. That way you cuddled up more to your boyfriend. You felt his arm tigthening around your waist and closed your eyes again. The next time you woke up was because Sungjun had moved his arm from under your head. "I don't care why you're not up yet, but we were supposed to meet downstairs fifteen minutes ago. So please get up now." You blinked and looked at a pretty much annoyed Taehun. Sungjun groaned and hid his face in one of the pillows. After being rushed out of the room, you checked your phone for the first time after being woken up. You had seven missed calls and over thirty messages. In the groupchat there were pictures of you and Sungjun sleeping. You rolled your eyes.

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I don't understand but I love you.

Request: TNX's reaction to you speaking in your native language - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none (please tell me if there are any, so I can add them)

Tags: fluff

note: i'm sorry for letting you guys wait for so long for an update. i'm in my finals right now and didn't really feel motivated to write. i hope you like it and don't always take life too seriously you guys.

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Taehun

The both of you are invited to your cousins birthday. So it was no surprise that at some point you started speaking in your native language with your family. Taehun was amazed by the speed with what you started translating for him. At one point he stopped listening to your translations by how much he was admiring you. You teased him about it later.

Kyungjun

You were talking to one of your friends over the phone, when he heard you. He was confused at first because he didn't know if you were speaking in english or in your native language. You were in fact speaking both. You were sitting in the kitchen while he was laying on the couch with his laptop in front of him. So in order to be able to listen to you he turned his music on his headphones down. He loved listening to you speaking in your native language.

Hyunsoo

Your date had been crushed by your mom asking if you could babysit your babysister. So now the two of you were sitting on the floor, trying to entertain a toddler. At some point you had switched to your native language to talk to your sister. Since then Hyunsoo has been sitting on the floor with a toy in his hand just looking at you with sparkling eyes. You excused yourself for a second to get you something to drink. „Your pretty“ he suddenly hears in broken korean from your sister. He smiles at her. His date didn't get ruined at all.

Junhyeok

You were watching a series in your native language and you just couldn't get over how oblivious the main character was. You talked to your friend about it before, and now you started recording a voice message to said friend with Junhyeok listening in on it. You were talking fast and he had no clue what you were talking about. But he knew that it was the prettiest thing he had ever heard. (Next to your laugh and voice in general.) „What?“ you asked as you finished, you had caught him starring. „Nothing.“ he says. Little did you know his heart was racing.

Hwi

Your grandparents had invited you to dinner, forcing you to bring your boyfriend with you. So now you were sitting at the table with an enormous amount of food infront of you. Your grandpa had started to talk to Hwi in a very broken Korean, leaving you to talk to your grandma. As the hours passed Hwi started to listen to your conversation. He understood not even half of it but just listening to you made his day better. He made a mental note to learn your language later.

Sungjun

Being bilingual isn't easy sometimes and Sungjun completely understood that. But when you just started talking to him in your native language he didn't quite know what to do. So he just let you talk. Even though he didn't understand a word. He was always fascinated at how well you spoke both languages. “It would be great if you could say everything one more time in korean.“ You stopped smiling. You swear you saw him on Duolingo a few days later.

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Hi, srry to bother u but can i request an xh reaction to their sunbeanim idol crush who's a bit older being on weekly idol with them?

Dear Ms. Idol.

Request: XH's reaction to their sunbaenim idol being on weekly idol with them

Pairing: XH's x gn!reader

Warnings: none (shipping maybe? but only because i don't like shipping real life people but oh well)

Tags: fluff (no idea if that counts as fluff tbh)

a/n: i kinda fell out of the fandom (I wanna get back in tho!!), meaning i haven't been so active as a villain ig? so it's not accurate at all, very ooc (hope you like it still)

Gunil

He would get all giggly when he sees you. He tries to initiate conversation and keeps talking to you. At first you found it kinda sweet how he was so interested in you, but after some time you started to be genuinely interested in your conversation. After the shoot was over you exchanged your numbers and stayed in contact.

Jungsu

Doesn't want to make it obvious that he does have a crush on you. But he isn't really subtle on it either. So when you were paired up to be in one team he barely said anything and when he did, he'd get flustered when you'd look at him. Afte some time he warmed up to you though and even asked for your number.

Gaon

He is really happy to finally see you in person. He is probably the only one that doesn't make it as obvious that he likes you, and actually succeeds in keeping it that way. He starts talking to you and you would lie if you would say, that you didn't take an interest in him.

O.de

He would want to try and impress you. He would get really happy when you compliment him on his playing. He in general would try to to talk to you and get your attention. Would be really proud of himself when he does get your attention. You do notice though that there has to be something going on, because everytime he stands next to you his members start commenting on everything he does.

Jun Han

He would be shy when he sees you. When you talk to him the first time he'd get all flustered and doesn't know what to say, but he gets more open to you over time. People were already shipping you before hand, so it was no surprise when the reactions to the new episode were going crazy. You were trending on Twitter for weeks.

Jooyeon

He would get all shy and giggly when seeing you. He would try to avoid talking to you at first, but then eventually does when you get paired up in a group. He would be all smiley the whole time. Even though he doesn't want to show that he has a massive crush on you, his members don't care. He gets teased throughout the whole episode by his members. In the end Gunil has to ask for your number because he is too scared to ask you himself.

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You drew stars around my scars.

Request: TNX's reaction to you drawing on your scratches - @sato-chan-2709

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warnings: scratches (NO SELFHARM) (paper scratch, cat scratches, nothing serious)

Tags: fluff

note: i find this really cute, and i kinda want to write a longer one about Kyungjun now… i think i'm biased… damn

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Taehun

When he saw the tiny flower you had drawn over your papercut he immediately started adding his own tiny flowers to yours. Now whenever he sees you having a little drawing on your body he starts adding his own little doodles to them.

Kyungjun

The first time he saw you doing that, he was at first slightly confused. He started inspecting your arm, where your cat had scratched you, and where you had drawn a little whale over it. He found it really really cute and wants to draw over them for you now. You have to tell him now whenever you got a scratch. And if you don't he'll get upset and forces you to sit still while he draws a tiny cat on you.

Hyunsoo

When he got to know about your habit he started telling everybody about it, because he thougt it's just so cute. He's kind of like Kyungjun, wanting to draw over your tiny scratches. And then at some point you could have sworn you saw him with a little doodle on his arm too. He denies ever having it done though.

Junhyeok

He'd be confused at first. And when you explained to him that you drew over your scratches since middle school, he adores you even more than he already did. He just finds it so extremely adorable that, just like Hyunsoo, he goes telling all of his friends about it. He even told his parents about it.

Hwi

He would take pictures of your little drawings and shows them to basically everyone. If he would have an own Instagram account he would post them on there. He even once posted one accidentally on the official TNX account. The picture was trending for days.

Sungjun

He sees it and from then on he starts randomly drawing on you. Whenever you are wearing something that doesn't cover up your arms or legs completely you won't get away without having at least three sketches on you. He sometimes even goes as far as to draw on your belly when he gets the chance too.

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TNX as your boyfriend.

request: TNX as your boyfriend - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warnings: none i think except that it's not proofread

Tags: fluff

a/n: I know it took long and I‘m so sorry for that, I just couldn‘t find the time and motivation to get this done. Actually this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, so I hope you like it :)

Taehun

Would be so happy to be able to date you. There would literally be hearts in his eyes whenever he looks at you. If you guys are going on a date he would be all gentleman like (like holding the door open for you, not letting you pay and so on). He would be the kind of boyfriend who would see you liking something and the next day he would gift it to you. He‘s soft for you,

Kyungjun

He‘s shy. But sometimes he shows his extroverted side he‘ll turn shy afterwards again but you don‘t have to know that. He‘s like a lovestruck teenager. He loves cuddles, especially late night cuddles. He‘d bring you food on his way home after practice. He remembers the little things about you. He‘d take you on beach dates. He just wants you to now that he loves you.

Hyunsoo

Would take you on coffee dates, like to these little cafes no one knows about. He would give you nicknames along with maaaany kisses on the cheeks. Would give you his jacket or sweater if your cold (sometimes a backhug will do it too). He loves it when you give him unexpected little kisses (would blush though). Lots of head pats.

Junhyeok

Loves you and wouldn‘t shut up about it. Compliments you about EVERYTHING. He adores you. He is head over heels for you, and would do everything in order to make you feel comfortable. He‘d take you out on dinner and shopping dates. He loves matching clothing and would love it if you would wear the things he buys for you. He‘s just really hard in love.

Hwi

He would write songs for you, about you and with you. He would show them to you and ask you for your opinion. Your opinion is very important to him. He would take you on late night dates. You would just walk around the streets and maybe eat something in a grocery store. It would be the little things that make your relationship so special. Like holding hands or little kisses.

Sungjun

He‘s a teenager in love. He smiles when he sees you. He makes heart eyes whenever he looks at you. He would steal little touches from you and would almost always be somewhere close to you. He would take naps with (and on) you no matter where. He‘d buy you little things like little plushies or bring you flowers without any reason to do so.

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Your first kiss - Woo Kyungjun

Pairing: woo kyungjun x fem!reader

Genres: fluff, first kiss

Summary: a special night with a special someone

Warnings: kissing, some cursing

Word count: 509

note: just a little something

Outside you can hear a car driving by, probably the neighbors. The headlights reflect on the wet street and casts a warm silver white light through her window and into her room. Her cat is resting on the windowsill, unbothered by the scene unfolding in front of him. The music playing long faded into the background and the peaches, her grandpa cut for them, stood long forgotten on the couch table. 

They were sitting in front of the couch, on the ground. Shoulders touching. The fairy lights, hung up over her bed making its way to her couch and ending just in front of her door, cast a golden glow on their faces, reflecting in their eyes like thousands of stars. 

Both of them don’t know how long it has been since they stopped talking and just looked at each other. It felt like an eternity had passed and still it was too short. Involuntarily flickers his gaze to her lips and again back to her eyes. He gulps. His action didn’t last longer than half a second but still, she saw it.

She wants to kiss him. 

She knows that if she does, he may hold his distance after, not wanting to talk to her about it and avoiding her. She knows it will have consequences but something in his face tells her it’s okay.  Maybe she just imagined it but she could have sworn something in his eyes changed. 

Fuck it she thinks. Slow. Too slow she closes the gap between them. 

Hearts are racing and breathing becomes hard but he doesn’t back away, he doesn’t move an inch until their lips are almost touching. She has her eyes closed and he knows what comes next. 

And as their lips touch for a split second, they're not moving. Their lips are barely touching. A feather light touch before she pulls away. Not even leaving ten centimeters between them. She looks up at him, before he takes her chin, pulling her up to meet his lips once again. 

This time it’s more bold and more passionate than the first one. It feels like fireworks are exploding in her belly and she smiles into the kiss. It’s as if they searched for something for a long time and finally found it within the other. Their lips moved slowly in sync almost like they never did something else. His hands moved down to her neck while her hands found comfort at his waist, hugging his middle and pulling herself closer to him. 

When they seperate, hearts beating slightly faster than before, she smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. His left hand moved from her neck to the top of her head, pulling her closer. They stayed like that for a while, both too scared that if they looked at each other it would all fade away like morning mist. Quiet and in secret, like it was never there. Instead they held each other even longer, their grip on each other tightening. 

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hi there, i can make a request? of P1Harmony reaccion when they make you cry during a argument because they said you something wrong? if you can do it let me know <3

These days

Request: Their reaction to making their s/o cry in an argument

Warnings: yelling, jealousy, frustration, crying

Pairing: P1harmony x gn!reader

Tags: angst/fluff (i don't really know)

note: i kinda had a hard time thinking of a reason of why they could make you cry, so it got a little messy... but still i hope you like it :) also if i forgot a tw please tell me, thank you :)

Keeho

It was one of those days that were just bad and every little tiny thing could be the last drop to break you. The only thing you wanted to do right now was falling asleep in your boyfriend's arms. “You're home,“ he says and smiles. Under normal circumstances this smile would have made you melt away in seconds. But instead you stare at him blankly and don’t answer. “Are you okay?“ he asks, coming towards you. “Yeah sure I am totally fine.“ you say a little more annoyed than needed. He tilts his head. “If this is about the dishes I didn’t wash, then I’m sorry I forgot and didn’t have time.” Keeho says now a little annoyed himself. You didn’t look at him. Instead you watch your reflection in the window glass. You look back at Keeho. He was standing a few metres away from you, his arms crossed. “You know you're being really bitchy right now not answering.” A choked sob comes out of you. You put your hand over your mouth trying to hide your face from him. As soon as he notices you starting to cry his eyes widen and his hand moves towards your shoulder, stopping a few metres away from you. “I’m sorry, whatever I did or said I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.” And then you were in his arms sobbing hard. He rocked you from side to side, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “I’m sorry”

Theo

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. You didn’t even know what you were fighting over. It was probably something small, something that wouldn’t matter in a few days. But right now you both were almost yelling at each other. Theo was angry, he was getting louder. And you weren’t able to say something different about yourself. So when you didn’t know what to say anymore, partly because you forgot what your point was and partly because you felt a knot build in your throat. Soon you felt tears making their way into your eyes and a sniffle escaping your throat. Theo stopped yelling and finally looking at you. His eyes widened. He stands there, not quite sure what to do. You cover your mouth and turn away from him, you didn’t want to look at your boyfriend. After a few moments of silence, you felt two hands on your shoulders. “Hey” his voice suddenly sounds soft, the complete opposite from the loud yelling before. You look at him still having tears running down your face. His hands move from your shoulders up cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumb. Not one word was exchanged because you both knew neither of you was at fault. You shuffle closer and hug his middle, him holding the back of your head, making you slowly calm down.

Jiung

The reason you were standing in the middle of your bedroom having a fight was that you forgot the date you and Jiung had planned. So now you were standing in front of him and didn't know what to say. You didn’t understand what the problem was. Jiung also forgot some dates or canceled them but now that you forgot one it’s suddenly a problem? It’s not like he is the only one with a lot of work. You were quietly standing in front of him, Jiung was sitting on your shared bed and talking loudly about you forgetting the date. You drowned his voice out and watched him. And even if you had wanted to say something you didn’t know what. He wouldn’t give you a chance to speak up anyway. You didn’t notice that he stopped talking. He got up taking your right hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk to you like that. I’m sorry, please stop crying.”You didn’t even notice you were crying until he said that. Jiung reached up, wiping your tears away. He pulled you to your bed making you sit down. He sat next to you, hugging you and trying to calm you down, while whispering apologizes.

Intak

You never really had a big fight with your boyfriend. But right now you were yelling at each other and by now it was more about who was right instead of trying to understand each other. “Well maybe it would have been better if I had never met you!” That's when he realized what he had said. You were shocked, you didn’t expect him to say something like that and before you knew it tears were streaming down your face. Intak was speechless. He didn’t know what made him say that and he regretted saying it the moment he saw your tears. “I’m sorry.” It was merely more than a whisper, but you heard it. You knew he didn’t mean but still, it hurt. He takes you in his arms, hugging you. You hug him back. None of you is saying a word to the other. The rain drumming on the window had stopped.

Soul

You were fighting over something small. Something that didn’t matter at all. The only problem was that you didn't understand each other and that got you more and more frustrated by each second passing. Your Japanese isn’t perfect and so is his korean. So when you were in the middle of the fight. both of your vocabulary started lacking, and you both were getting more and more frustrated. So when he asked you: “Why are you so egoistic?” You snapped and the tears started to roll down your cheeks. Soul was clearly confused as to why you were crying, and he clearly didn’t know what to do. So he slowly walked towards you, taking you in his arms. His hands wander to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him. He kisses you on your forehead, then your nose, both of your cheeks and lastly on the lips. A light giggle comes out of you and you hold him closer.

Jeongseob

You knew why he was angry. You paid more attention to another guy than to him the past week. And maybe that was true, but that doesn’t mean that you did anything else than working on the project you were assigned to do. Jeongseob didn’t like that. He thought you spent too much time with him. So now, when you came back home from his place he confronted you about it. And when you tried to defend him he got even more jealous. You weren’t supposed to spend so much time with him. He couldn’t do anything against the words that spilled out of your mouth. “Why don’t you just leave and go to your great friend.” That hurt. It feels like he doesn’t want you here. He probably didn’t mean that, but it hurts hearing something like that. It wasn’t a surprise to you that you started crying. He immediately saw it, his eyes going wide after realizing that you were crying because of him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” He comes towards you, cupping your cheeks with his hands and kissing your forehead. “Please forgive me.”

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- Welcome -

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- about me -

i am an average big city girl. i love to write - it gives me the opportunity to empty my anxiety driven mind. writing helps me escape reality. i am an avid daydreamer and a sucker for music that was made before the year 2000. i think i got my music taste from my dad. my favourite color is red. but like a really dark red. wine red. in a room full of people i'd most likely stay on the sidelines and watch, if i know someone there i cling to them as if they are my last resort. i love to travel even though i don't have enough money to do it. if your friends with me i'll make sure to bring you something. my hidden talent is saying 'strawberry' in more then 10 languages. my love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

leo, infj, writer, dreamer, sucker for good music

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Rules

I want a love like i've seen in the movies

Masterlists

that's why i'll never fall in love

Wattpad

Ao3

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𖧷i write for Seventeen, P1harmony, TNX and Xdinary Heroes

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- Masterlists -

They call us dreamers, but we're the ones who don't sleep

Seventeen

Ateez

P1harmony

Xdinary Heroes

Tnx

Requests are currently closed!! Due to personal reasons.

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- Seventeen Masterlist -

it will be okay… like the hands of a clock, it will find it's place again after going in circles.

fluff (f), angst (a), comfort (c), alternate universe (au)

reactions

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s.coups

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wonwoo

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mingyu

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vernon

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woozi

The Idol - Ruby Red. (f/a) [coming soon.]

jeonghan

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joshua

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dk

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seungkwan

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hoshi

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jun

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the8

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dino

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- P1Harmony Masterlist -

yeah wе can make it home together, you're not alone, give me your hand, we're the peacemakers

fluff (f), angst (a), comfort (c), alternate universe (au)

reactions

They make you cry during an argument (a/f)

keeho

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theo

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jiung

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intak

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soul

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jeongseob

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- Ateez Masterlist -

let’s take a trip to the sea, throw it all away, enjoy this moment

fluff (f), angst (a), comfort (c), alternate universe (au)

reaction

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hongjoong

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seonghwa

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yunho

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yeosang

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san

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mingi

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wooyoung

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jongho

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