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Under the Same Stars

Lee Know × Reader

It was late in the evening, and you found yourself wandering the quiet streets near the park, the cool air brushing against your cheeks. You had been feeling a little down lately, weighed down by the pressures of school and life. Everything felt a bit too much, and you'd taken to walking by yourself to clear your mind.

As you rounded a corner, you saw him. Lee Know was standing at the edge of the park, staring up at the sky with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. The glow from the streetlamps cast a soft light on his features, and for a moment, you hesitated, not wanting to disturb him.

But then, he turned, his sharp eyes catching yours. A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"Hey," he called out, stepping toward you. "What brings you out here this late?"

You smiled back, though it was a little strained. "Just needed some air."

Lee Know nodded, his gaze softening as he stood beside you. The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars. The night sky was clearer than usual, the stars shining like little diamonds scattered across the expanse.

"Sometimes," he began, his voice gentle, "I think it's funny how big the world feels. But when you really look at it, we're all under the same sky, you know?"

You looked at him, surprised by the depth in his words. "Yeah... I guess you're right."

He turned to face you fully, his smile now more sincere, eyes sparkling. "So, whatever's bothering you, you don't have to face it alone. We're all connected. Under the same stars, same sky."

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders as his words sank in, and suddenly, being under the vast sky didn’t feel so lonely anymore. You looked back at the stars, the cool night breeze now seeming more like a comforting embrace.

"Thanks, Lee Know." you murmured.

He shrugged, his playful smirk returning. "Anytime. That's what friends are for, right?"

And for the first time in a while, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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Late Nights and Lyrics

Bang Chan × Reader

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The soft hum of the city outside filtered into the studio as Bang Chan hunched over his laptop, fingers drumming absentmindedly on the desk. He’d been working for hours, perfecting every note and lyric of the latest track. A cup of coffee—long gone cold—sat next to a stack of scribbled notes, evidence of his relentless dedication.

You knocked on the doorframe lightly, leaning in with a sheepish smile. "Hey, workaholic. You eating tonight, or should I bring dinner to the cave?"

He turned at the sound of your voice, a grin breaking across his tired face. "Y/N. I didn't even hear you come in."

"That's because you're in 'producer mode.' I could have marched in with a brass band, and you'd still be glued to that screen," you teased, stepping closer.

Chan stretched, his chair creaking under him. "Guilty. But I'm almost done. Just tweaking the bridge—wanna listen?"

You nodded eagerly, always fascinated by his creative process. He adjusted his headphones, plugging in a second pair for you. The room filled with a hauntingly beautiful melody as his latest song unfolded. The lyrics spoke of longing, perseverance, and finding light in the darkest corners—a reflection of Chan's own struggles and dreams.

When the track ended, you pulled the headphones off, eyes sparkling. "It's amazing, Chan. Seriously. Your voice... the emotion... it’s all perfect."

He ducked his head, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "You think so? I’m still not sure about the second verse."

You perched on the edge of his desk, nudging his shoulder. "You're your worst critic, as always. It's great. And if you keep doubting yourself, I'll start charging you for pep talks."

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made your chest tighten. "Fine, fine. I'll trust your expert opinion."

The comfortable banter settled into silence, but not an awkward one. You watched as he saved his work, his focused expression softening into something gentler when he looked up at you.

"You've been here for me a lot lately," he said quietly. "I don't think I've said thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me for caring about you," you replied, tilting your head. "You'd do the same for me."

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. "Yeah, but... you do more than just care. You make things easier, lighter. I don’t think I could do this without you."

Your breath hitched, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. "Chan..."

He stood abruptly, pacing a few steps before running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. That was—uh, that probably sounded weird."

You reached out, catching his wrist to stop him. "It didn’t. It didn’t sound weird."

He stilled, eyes searching yours. For a moment, the world outside the studio seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in your shared bubble of unspoken feelings and lingering glances.

"I mean it," he murmured. "You’re my anchor, Y/N."

Your hand tightened around his, and before you could overthink it, you tugged him closer. He stumbled slightly, his other hand coming up to steady himself on the desk beside you. The proximity was overwhelming, his familiar scent of woodsy cologne and faint traces of coffee enveloping you.

"Chan, I—" You faltered, but his soft smile encouraged you to continue. "You’re more than just my best friend. And if this is too much or ruins things, tell me, but... I think I—"

You didn’t have to finish the sentence. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours tentatively, giving you every opportunity to pull away. Instead, you kissed him back, the tenderness of the moment sending a rush of warmth through you.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours. "Guess I wasn’t the only one holding back," he whispered, his grin laced with relief.

You laughed softly, heart racing. "You’re impossible, Bang Chan."

"And you’re perfect," he countered, pulling you into his arms. "But seriously, are we eating? Or am I surviving on this ancient coffee?"

"Let’s grab dinner," you said, tugging him toward the door. "You’re no good to anyone, least of all me, if you collapse in the studio."

His laughter echoed in the hallway as you left together, the promise of something new and beautiful lingering between you.

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Here’s a Christmas-themed Jungwon x Reader fanfic, made to bring warmth and holiday cheer.

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Under the Mistletoe

Word Count:1000

The town was dressed in its holiday best—twinkling lights adorned every lamppost, and the faint scent of cinnamon and pine lingered in the crisp winter air. You tightened your scarf against the chill as you made your way to the community center, where the annual Christmas party was already in full swing. The sound of cheerful carols and laughter drifted out into the street, beckoning you closer.

Inside, the atmosphere was warm and lively. Children ran around in Santa hats, couples sipped hot cocoa by the fireplace, and the centerpiece—a towering Christmas tree decked in glittering ornaments—stood as a testament to the season’s magic.

You had volunteered to help with the event weeks ago, and while you didn’t regret it, you hadn’t expected it to be quite so chaotic. Balancing a tray of gingerbread cookies, you weaved through the crowd, searching for the refreshment table.

“Need some help there?” a familiar voice called out.

You turned, nearly dropping the tray, and there he was—Yang Jungwon. He was dressed in a cozy green sweater with snowflakes knitted into the design, his black hair slightly tousled from the cold. His signature smile lit up his face, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“Oh, hi, Jungwon,” you managed, trying not to sound flustered. “I’ve got it, but thanks.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You look like you’re one cookie away from disaster. Here.” Without waiting for your reply, he took the tray from your hands, his fingers brushing yours briefly. “See? Much safer this way.”

You laughed, a little embarrassed but grateful nonetheless. “Thanks. I guess I underestimated how heavy a tray of cookies could be.”

He grinned. “No problem. Where am I taking these?”

“Just over there,” you said, pointing to the refreshment table. Together, you made your way through the bustling crowd, exchanging small talk. Jungwon had always been easy to talk to—kind, funny, and effortlessly charming.

Once the cookies were safely delivered, Jungwon leaned against the table, crossing his arms. “So, what else are you in charge of tonight? Organizing snowball fights? Leading the caroling?”

You chuckled. “Not quite. I’m just here to help out wherever I’m needed. You?”

“Same here. My mom volunteered me,” he said with a mock sigh, though the twinkle in his eye suggested he didn’t mind. “But I’m not complaining. It’s nice to see everyone coming together like this.”

You nodded in agreement, your gaze drifting to the tree. “It really is. Christmas always feels special, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the season. “It’s my favorite time of year.”

For a moment, the noise of the party faded into the background as you stood there, caught in the comfort of his presence. It wasn’t until someone called Jungwon’s name that the spell was broken.

“I should probably go see what they need,” he said, straightening up. “Catch you later?”

You smiled. “Yeah, see you.”

As he disappeared into the crowd, you couldn’t help but feel a little flutter in your chest. You shook your head, chiding yourself. This was Jungwon—sweet, friendly, and likely just being nice. It didn’t mean anything. Did it?

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The party continued, and you kept busy, refilling snacks, handing out ornaments for the tree decorating contest, and helping a group of kids build a gingerbread house. Every now and then, you’d catch a glimpse of Jungwon—laughing with some friends, helping an elderly woman hang an ornament, or playfully dodging a snowball someone had brought in from outside. Each time, your heart did a little flip, and you scolded yourself for being so obvious.

By the time the evening wound down, you were exhausted but happy. Most of the guests had left, leaving just a handful of volunteers to clean up. You were collecting stray candy canes from the tables when Jungwon appeared again, holding two mugs of hot cocoa.

“Thought you could use this,” he said, offering one to you.

You accepted it gratefully, the warmth seeping into your cold fingers. “You’re a lifesaver. Thanks.”

He took a sip of his own cocoa, then nodded toward the tree. “You did a great job tonight. Everything turned out amazing.”

“You helped, too,” you pointed out. “Team effort.”

He smiled, and for a moment, you just stood there in companionable silence, watching the twinkling lights on the tree.

“So,” he said after a while, his tone teasing, “did you know you’re standing under the mistletoe?”

Your eyes widened as you looked up. Sure enough, there it was—a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, directly above you. Your cheeks burned, and you turned back to Jungwon, who was watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I—uh—didn’t notice,” you stammered, your heart racing.

“Well,” he said, setting his mug down on the table, “you know the tradition.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Was he serious? Or was he just teasing you? Either way, you couldn’t deny the way your pulse quickened as he stepped closer, his gaze soft but intent.

“If you’re okay with it,” he said gently, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “I’m okay with it.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and then he leaned in, his hand brushing against yours as he tilted his head. The kiss was soft and fleeting, but it sent a rush of warmth through you that had nothing to do with the cocoa. When he pulled back, his cheeks were a little pink, but his smile was brighter than ever.

“Merry Christmas,” he said softly.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Merry Christmas, Jungwon.”

As the last strains of a carol played in the background and the snow began to fall outside, you realized this was a moment you’d never forget. And maybe—just maybe—it was the start of something magical.

The End

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Sunlight and Moonlight

This is a Sunoo×Reader oneshot

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You and Sunoo were polar opposites.

Where you thrived on structure and planning, Sunoo lived for spontaneity and chaos. Your shared friend group often joked about how your personalities clashed so perfectly that it was almost comedic. If you suggested a quiet night of board games, Sunoo would suggest karaoke. If you meticulously planned a day out, Sunoo would convince everyone to abandon the itinerary for something more exciting.

Yet, somehow, the two of you were always paired together.

“Come on, Y/N,” Sunoo whined one Saturday afternoon, lounging on your couch like he owned the place. “You’re seriously going to spend your weekend cleaning?”

“It’s called being responsible,” you shot back, wiping down the kitchen counter. “Not that you’d understand.”

Sunoo clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. That hurts.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want, Sunoo?”

He sat up, his grin widening. “To drag you out of this boring routine and show you how to have fun.”

“I know how to have fun,” you argued, crossing your arms.

“Yeah? Prove it,” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

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Somehow, you found yourself at a neon-lit arcade an hour later, clutching a bucket of tokens and wondering how Sunoo had managed to rope you into this.

“See?” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Much better than scrubbing your countertops.”

You shrugged him off, but you couldn’t deny the way his excitement was infectious. “You’re impossible.”

“And you secretly love it,” he teased, leading you toward a racing game.

The two of you spent the next hour competing at every game you could find. Sunoo was annoyingly good at all of them, his laughter ringing out every time he beat you. But for once, you didn’t mind losing.

By the time you left the arcade, your cheeks ached from smiling.

“Admit it,” Sunoo said, bumping your shoulder as you walked back to your apartment. “You had fun.”

You sighed, feigning reluctance. “Fine. It wasn’t terrible.”

He grinned, his face lighting up in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

It was annoying how charming he could be.

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The more time you spent with Sunoo, the more you realized that his carefree attitude wasn’t just an act—it was who he was. He had this ability to find joy in even the smallest things, and it was both infuriating and admirable.

“You’re always so serious,” he said one day, plopping down next to you on the couch as you worked on your laptop.

“Some of us have responsibilities,” you replied without looking up.

Sunoo reached over, gently closing your laptop. “And some of us know how to take a break.”

“Sunoo—”

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “We’re going for a walk.”

Despite your protests, you let him drag you outside. The evening air was crisp, the sky painted in shades of orange and pink as the sun set.

“You need to stop stressing so much,” Sunoo said as the two of you strolled through the park.

“Easier said than done,” you muttered.

He stopped, turning to face you. “Y/N, life’s too short to spend it worrying about every little thing. Sometimes, you just have to let go.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the sincerity in his eyes stopped you.

“Fine,” you said after a moment. “I’ll try.”

He smiled, and for a moment, the world felt a little lighter.

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Despite your differences, there was something about Sunoo that drew you in. He had a way of making you see the world differently, of pulling you out of your head and into the moment.

But it wasn’t always easy.

“Do you ever take anything seriously?” you snapped one evening after a particularly frustrating day.

Sunoo looked taken aback, his usual smile faltering. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’re always goofing around. You don’t understand what it’s like to have people rely on you.”

The words came out harsher than you intended, and you immediately regretted them.

“I might not be as serious as you,” he said quietly, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“Sunoo, I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head, cutting you off. “It’s fine. I’ll see you later.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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The apartment felt emptier without him.

You hated how much you missed his presence, how much you missed him.

After a couple of days, you decided to swallow your pride and apologize.

You found him at the park, sitting on a bench and staring out at the lake.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting down next to him.

He glanced at you but didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment. “I was out of line.”

Sunoo sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “It’s okay. I know we’re different, but… I thought we were friends.”

“We are,” you said quickly. “I just—sometimes I get so caught up in my own head that I forget to see things from other people’s perspectives.”

He smiled faintly. “Sounds like something I’d say.”

You laughed, the tension between you easing. “You’re rubbing off on me.”

“Good,” he said, his grin returning. “You could use a little more Sunoo in your life.”

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From that day on, your bond grew even stronger.

You learned to appreciate Sunoo’s spontaneity, and he started to respect your need for structure. Somehow, you found a balance—a rhythm that worked for both of you.

But the more time you spent together, the harder it became to ignore the growing feelings you had for him.

It wasn’t just his charm or his smile—it was the way he made you feel like you could be yourself without judgment. It was the way he saw the best in you, even when you couldn’t see it yourself.

You tried to push the feelings aside, to convince yourself that they were just a result of your close friendship. But the truth was undeniable: you were falling for him.

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One evening, as the two of you sat on the rooftop watching the stars, Sunoo turned to you with a serious expression.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice unusually quiet.

“Of course,” you replied, your heart skipping a beat.

“Do you ever feel like…” He trailed off, hesitating. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

“Sunoo,” you said, nudging him gently. “Just say it.”

He took a deep breath, his gaze meeting yours. “Do you ever feel like we’re more than just friends?”

Your breath caught, your mind racing.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated again before finally saying, “I mean… I think I’m falling for you.”

The words hung in the air, the weight of them making your heart pound.

“I know we’re different,” he continued, “but that’s what I like about us. You keep me grounded, and I… I hope I make your world a little brighter.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you smiled, your chest feeling impossibly full.

“You do,” you said softly. “You make everything brighter.”

And as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, heart-stopping kiss, you realized that maybe opposites weren’t so different after all.

Maybe they were just two halves of the same whole.

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End.

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OFF LIMITS

This is a Roommate!Jake/Reader oneshot

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The apartment was perfect in theory: two bedrooms, a cozy shared living space, and just enough sunlight to make it feel inviting. The catch? Your new roommate, Jake Sim.

Jake wasn’t a stranger. You’d met through mutual friends a few times, and he was charming in the easy, confident way that made everyone like him. But moving in with him was another story entirely. He was the kind of guy who could drive you up the wall one moment and make you laugh until your sides hurt the next.

From day one, the dynamic between you was easygoing but charged. He was the kind of roommate who made himself at home instantly—his stuff scattered across the coffee table, his sneakers left by the door. You quickly learned that Jake loved music, blasting playlists that filled the apartment every chance he got. You also learned that he had an infuriatingly contagious laugh that echoed through the apartment late into the night.

At first, you kept your distance. Roommates were roommates, and you didn’t want to blur that line. But Jake had a way of pulling you into his orbit—his relaxed charm made it impossible not to fall into conversations with him, even when you swore you were just passing through the living room.

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It was a Saturday morning when things started to change. You stumbled out of your room, bleary-eyed and desperate for coffee, only to find Jake sprawled on the couch, half-asleep with his laptop balanced on his chest.

“Rough night?” you teased, pulling a mug from the cabinet.

He cracked one eye open, grinning. “Late-night gaming session. The squad needed me.”

“Heroic,” you deadpanned, pouring your coffee.

Jake stretched, his hoodie riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. You quickly averted your eyes, taking a long sip of coffee to cover the sudden heat creeping up your neck.

“You should join us sometime,” he said, sitting up and patting the cushion next to him. “I’ll teach you how to play.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Me? Gaming? I’d be terrible.”

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “It’d be hilarious.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. Jake had a way of making you feel like you could say or do anything without judgment.

“Maybe,” you said, surprising even yourself.

His eyes lit up. “That’s not a no.”

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By the time winter rolled around, your easy roommate dynamic had grown into something more. You’d find yourself lingering in the kitchen just to chat with Jake, or curling up on the couch to watch movies together, even if you insisted it was just background noise while you worked on your laptop.

Jake, for his part, seemed just as comfortable with the growing familiarity between you. He’d steal your snacks without asking, drape his arm over the back of the couch when you were sitting next to him, and tease you relentlessly about everything from your taste in music to your tendency to stay up late reading.

“You’re going to burn out,” he said one night, poking his head into your room to find you surrounded by textbooks and half-empty coffee cups.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you muttered, not looking up.

Jake walked in without an invitation, plopping down on your bed. “Come on. Take a break. You’re going to make yourself miserable.”

“I can’t. I have a deadline.”

He grabbed one of your books, flipping through it lazily. “You’re the smartest person I know. You’ll crush it. But you need to sleep, or you’re going to turn into a zombie.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Jake had this infuriating ability to get under your skin and make you feel better all at once.

“Fine,” you said, closing your laptop. “But only because you won’t shut up about it.”

“Good.” He grinned, standing up and ruffling your hair on his way out. “I’ll make popcorn. Movie night in five minutes.”

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It wasn’t long before you started noticing little things—how Jake always seemed to know when you needed cheering up, how his laugh could brighten even your worst days, and how he somehow managed to make even the smallest moments feel significant.

One night, after a long day, you found him in the kitchen, cooking instant ramen with a focused expression.

“What are you doing?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Making dinner,” he said, glancing at you. “You want some?”

You hesitated. “Is that… my ramen?”

Jake grinned sheepishly. “Possibly.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Unbelievable.”

He held out a bowl, his expression softening. “It’s better when you share it, anyway.”

You took the bowl, your fingers brushing against his. For a moment, neither of you said anything, and the air between you felt charged.

“Thanks,” you said finally, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Anytime,” he replied, his gaze lingering on yours for just a second too long.

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It wasn’t until a particularly snowy evening that things finally came to a head. The two of you were trapped inside, the city blanketed in white and the roads too icy to go anywhere. Jake had insisted on building a blanket fort in the living room, complete with fairy lights and snacks.

“This is ridiculous,” you said, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as he draped yet another blanket over the makeshift structure.

“Ridiculously awesome,” he corrected, ducking inside and patting the spot next to him.

You crawled in, the small space warm and cozy. Jake had brought out a laptop for movies, and the two of you settled in, your shoulders brushing as the opening credits rolled.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself relaxing, the stress of the week melting away. You glanced over at Jake, who was focused on the screen, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights.

“Thanks for this,” you said, surprising yourself.

He turned to you, his expression curious. “For what?”

“For… I don’t know. Being you, I guess.”

Jake’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you teased, but your voice was softer than usual.

The moment lingered, the movie forgotten as Jake’s gaze locked onto yours.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

You felt your breath catch, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jake…”

But before you could say anything else, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss.

It was soft and sweet, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, as if looking for any sign of regret.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you leaned in, closing the distance between you again.

This time, the kiss was deeper, more certain. His hand cupped your cheek, his touch warm and steady. It felt like everything and nothing all at once, like something you’d been waiting for without even realizing it.

When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked, his smile matching yours.

“Yeji’s going to kill me when she finds out about this,” you said.

Jake laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Guess we’ll have to deal with that later.”

And as the snow continued to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, blurring the lines with Jake was worth the risk.

---

End.

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Going Dumb

A/N:Does anyone want to be on my taglist?

This is a Jay×Reader oneshot (Yeji is mentioned)

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The bass pulsed through the packed club, a throbbing rhythm that seemed to synchronize with your heartbeat. The air was electric, filled with a cacophony of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clink of glasses. You were sandwiched between your friends, swaying to the music that blasted from towering speakers. The DJ was on fire tonight, spinning track after track that had the crowd losing themselves on the dance floor.

Yeji leaned in, her voice barely audible over the music. “You’re finally out with us! I thought we’d have to drag you out of your cave.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I needed a break. Doesn’t mean I’m staying out all night.”

She pouted. “You’ll regret leaving early. Just wait. Tonight’s going to be unforgettable.”

You laughed, sipping your drink. Nights like these weren’t usually your thing, but you’d promised yourself you’d loosen up a bit. The semester had been brutal, and you deserved a night of fun, even if it meant enduring a chaotic club.

Your gaze swept over the crowd, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and moving bodies. That’s when you saw him.

Jay Park.

He stood near the bar, looking effortlessly cool in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans. His blond hair caught the light as he leaned casually against the counter, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he talked to a friend.

You froze, your heart doing a strange little flip. Jay was… magnetic. There was no other way to describe him. The confident way he carried himself, the sharp angles of his jawline, and the piercing gaze that seemed to cut through the room—it was impossible not to notice him.

You’d known Jay for a while, though not well. He was a friend of a friend, the kind of guy who was always at the center of attention without even trying. The few times you’d spoken, he’d been polite, maybe a little teasing. But there was always this edge to him, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Earth to Y/N,” Yeji said, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

“Huh?”

“You’re staring,” she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“I am not!”

She laughed. “Sure, you’re not. But if you don’t make a move, someone else will.”

You shook your head, heat rising to your cheeks. “He’s not interested in me.”

Yeji raised an eyebrow. “How do you know? Guys like Jay love a challenge.”

You scoffed, but before you could argue, she grabbed your arm and pulled you toward the bar.

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“Two vodka sodas, please!” Yeji shouted at the bartender, then turned to you.

“I don’t know what you’re doing,” you muttered, trying to shrink into the background.

Yeji ignored you, her gaze flicking to Jay. He was still leaning against the bar, now scrolling through his phone.

Before you could escape, Yeji nudged you forward—right into Jay’s line of sight.

He glanced up, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, you thought about bolting, but then he smiled, slow and deliberate.

“Y/N, right?” he said, his voice smooth and confident.

You blinked, caught off guard that he remembered your name. “Uh, yeah. Hi, Jay.”

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. “You’re not usually the clubbing type.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “And you are?”

He laughed, the sound low and warm. “Touché.”

Yeji appeared at your side, drinks in hand. “Here you go! Enjoy yourselves.” She winked at you before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone with Jay.

“Subtle,” he said, nodding toward where Yeji had vanished.

“She’s not exactly known for her subtlety,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

Jay tilted his head, studying you for a moment. “So, what made you come out tonight? Someone like you seems more… chill.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Someone like me?”

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “You’ve got that quiet confidence thing going on. You don’t need to be the loudest person in the room to get noticed.”

Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, and you quickly looked away. “Maybe I just needed a change of pace.”

He nodded, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Fair enough. So, what’s the plan? Dance floor? Another drink?”

You hesitated. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

Jay grinned, setting his drink down. “Everyone’s a dancer after a few drinks. Come on.”

Before you could protest, he took your hand, his grip firm but gentle. The warmth of his palm against yours sent a shiver down your spine as he led you to the crowded dance floor.

---

The music swallowed you whole, the bass vibrating through your body as Jay spun you around to face him. The crowd pressed in from all sides, but it felt like you and Jay were in your own little bubble.

“Just follow my lead,” he said, his voice low in your ear.

You nodded, your heart pounding as he started to move. Jay was smooth, his movements fluid and effortless. You tried to keep up, laughing nervously when you stumbled over your own feet.

“Relax,” he said, his hands lightly resting on your hips to guide you. “You’re overthinking it.”

Easier said than done when his touch sent your brain into overdrive. But you took a deep breath, letting the music take over. Slowly, you began to match his rhythm, your bodies moving in sync.

“There you go,” he said, his lips curving into a smile.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere, but suddenly you felt bold. “I thought you said I wasn’t the clubbing type.”

He chuckled. “Guess I was wrong.”

The distance between you seemed to shrink with every beat of the music. His hands stayed on your hips, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending alive with electricity.

As the song reached its crescendo, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re full of surprises, Y/N.”

You looked up at him, your breath hitching at the intensity in his eyes. “So are you.”

For a moment, it felt like time stopped. The crowd blurred into the background, the music fading into a distant hum. It was just you and Jay, caught in a moment that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

And then the moment shattered as the music changed, a new track jolting you back to reality.

Jay stepped back, a teasing smile on his lips. “You’re not as bad as you think. I might even say you’re good.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t push it.”

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The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and stolen glances. Jay stayed by your side, his presence both calming and exhilarating. When the club began to wind down, he walked you outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the heat inside.

“You heading home?” he asked, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

“Yeah. It’s late,” you replied, shivering slightly.

Jay shrugged off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders before you could protest. “Can’t have you catching a cold.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Thanks.”

He smiled, his gaze softening. “No problem.”

The two of you fell into step, the city streets quiet except for the occasional car passing by. You felt a strange sense of calm, like the chaos of the night had melted away, leaving only this quiet moment.

When you reached your building, you turned to face him, unsure of what to say.

“Thanks for tonight,” you said finally. “I had fun.”

“Me too,” he replied, his voice sincere.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Jay,” you said, turning to head inside.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he called after you, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place.

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but smile. Yeji had been right—tonight had been unforgettable.

And as you crawled into bed, Jay’s smile lingering in your mind, you realized you might just be going dumb for him.

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End.

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Sunstruck

Bestfriend's brother!Sunghoon×Reader

(mentioned Yeji)

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The summer heat lingered even after sunset, a soft warmth emanating from the asphalt as the city hummed with life. You had just clocked out from your shift at the family-owned café, your apron still loosely tied around your waist. The comforting smell of roasted coffee beans clung to you as you walked down the crowded streets of Seoul. The noise was a familiar symphony—car horns, distant chatter, and the occasional bark of a street vendor advertising their wares.

Your phone buzzed. It was your best friend, Yeji.

> Yeji: Don’t forget the dinner tomorrow night! Mom’s been asking about you.

You smiled, typing back a quick reply. Yeji’s family had practically adopted you as one of their own after years of friendship. Her older brother, Sunghoon, was another story.

It wasn’t that you disliked him—far from it. Sunghoon was polite, smart, and ridiculously good-looking. The problem was his aloofness. He had this way of making you feel like a background character in your own life whenever he was around, as if his world moved on a different axis entirely.

But tomorrow wasn’t about Sunghoon; it was about family, friends, and food. You could manage one evening with him in the same room.

Or so you thought.

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The Hwang family’s dining room was cozy, with warm lighting and an elegant table set for dinner. Mrs. Yeji greeted you with a hug the moment you walked in, and the savory scent of home-cooked jjigae wafted through the air. Yeji was already at the table, grinning ear to ear.

“Finally! I thought you got lost,” she teased, pulling you into the seat next to her.

Your eyes skimmed the room instinctively, and there he was—Park Sunghoon, in a crisp white shirt with sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows. His black hair fell messily across his forehead, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a photoshoot. He glanced up, meeting your gaze for a moment before offering a small nod.

“Hi,” you mumbled, trying not to sound too awkward.

“Hey,” he replied coolly, turning his attention back to his phone.

Classic Sunghoon.

Dinner was a whirlwind of conversations and laughter. You found yourself relaxing despite Sunghoon’s quiet presence. Yeji’s dad shared embarrassing stories about his children, much to Yeji’s dismay, while her mom kept urging everyone to eat more. Sunghoon remained mostly silent, except for the occasional chuckle or comment.

After dessert, the family drifted toward the living room, leaving you and Sunghoon to clear the table. You didn’t mind; you were used to helping out whenever you visited.

“You don’t have to,” Sunghoon said as you started stacking plates.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, heading toward the kitchen. “Besides, your mom will scold me if I don’t help.”

He followed you silently, carrying the remaining dishes. The kitchen was quieter, the noise of the living room muffled by the walls. You handed him a plate to dry, sneaking glances at him as he worked. There was something about Sunghoon in casual moments like these—his sharp features softened by the warm light, the slight furrow of his brow as he concentrated on the task at hand.

“You don’t have to stare,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Your cheeks burned. “I wasn’t staring.”

He smirked, setting the plate aside. “Sure.”

“Why are you always like this?” you snapped before you could stop yourself.

Sunghoon paused, genuinely surprised. “Like what?”

“Like… like you’re above everything. You’re so—so untouchable. It’s frustrating.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, you regretted saying anything. But then he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I’m not untouchable,” he said softly, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a bit. “Maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. Before you could respond, Yeji burst into the kitchen, pulling you back to the living room.

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The next day, you were surprised to find Sunghoon waiting outside the café as your shift ended. He leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he said when you approached.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, suspicious.

“I thought we could hang out,” he said, shrugging. “Unless you’re busy.”

Your first instinct was to decline, but curiosity got the better of you. “Why?”

“Maybe I want to prove I’m not as ‘untouchable’ as you think.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright. But you’re buying coffee.”

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The evening unfolded like a dream. Sunghoon led you to a quiet park nearby, where the city lights reflected on the river. You sat on a bench, sipping coffee and talking about everything—music, movies, childhood memories.

“I always thought you were so put-together,” you admitted. “Like nothing ever fazed you.”

He laughed, a sound that felt rare and genuine. “Trust me, I’m far from perfect. I’ve just had a lot of practice hiding it.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. This was a side of Sunghoon you’d never seen before, one that made your heart ache in a way you couldn’t explain.

As the night deepened, the conversation turned lighter. He teased you about your caffeine addiction, and you teased him about his meticulously styled hair. Somewhere along the way, the distance between you disappeared.

When he walked you home, he hesitated at your doorstep, his usual confidence faltering.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced. “Aren’t you already planning on crashing more family dinners?”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up in a way that made your knees weak. “Maybe. But I meant just us.”

You nodded, unable to keep the smile off your face. “I’d like that.”

As he turned to leave, you realized something had shifted. Sunghoon wasn’t untouchable after all. He was real, flawed, and unexpectedly warm—a sun you hadn’t dared to reach for until now.

And for the first time, you felt truly sunstruck.

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End.

A/N:Does anyone want to be on my taglist?(there's no one yet😔)

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Caught in a Web of Feelings

Bestfriend!Spiderman!Heeseung x Reader

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A few weeks later, during another rooftop hangout, Heeseung turned to you with a serious look on his face.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?"

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "As long as it’s not another dad joke, sure."

He smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think... I like you. Like, really like you. And not just because you’re my best friend or because you put up with my weird Spider-Man double life. I like you because you’re you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Heeseung..."

"I get it if you don’t feel the same," he added quickly. "I just needed to say it because... well, being Spider-Man kind of teaches you that life’s too short to keep secrets from the people you care about."

You stared at him for a moment before breaking into a wide grin. "You’re an idiot."

He blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I’ve been waiting for you to say that for months," you admitted, leaning closer. "And for the record, I like you too."

The smile that spread across his face could’ve lit up the entire city. "Does this mean I get to kiss you now, or...?"

"Just shut up and do it, Spider-Boy."

And when he leaned in, your lips meeting his under the glow of the city lights, you couldn’t help but think that maybe being best friends with Lee Heeseung wasn’t so bad after all.

Even if he did leave web residue all over your windows.

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The End.

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Hii!!My pronouns are she/her and my name is Diana. I'm going to write on here about stray kids,enhypen and bts.I also can do NSFW so feel free to ask anything!(also this is my first oneshot so please be nice)

Here’s a Ni-ki/reader oneshot with angst and fluff:

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Second Chances

The rain poured relentlessly, masking the quiet sniffles that escaped you. You sat on the bench outside the practice studio, your phone clutched in your hand. It was nearing midnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go home, not when everything felt so heavy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Ni-ki’s voice from earlier replayed in your head, his tone sharp, his expression unreadable.

You’d been hiding something for weeks—your decision to move away for college. It wasn’t because you didn’t trust him; it was because you were afraid. Afraid of what it would mean for the two of you, afraid of his reaction, afraid of change.

But he’d found out, not from you but from someone else, and it had hurt him. “I thought we told each other everything,” he’d said, his voice softer then, but no less hurt. You had tried to explain, but he had left before you could find the right words.

Now, the rain mirrored your emotions, a mix of regret and longing.

“Y/N.”

You looked up, startled. Ni-ki stood there, drenched from the rain, his expression soft but tinged with sadness. You hadn’t heard him approach, too lost in your thoughts.

“Ni-ki, what are you—”

“You didn’t think I’d just leave you here, did you?” He sat beside you, ignoring the fact that the bench was already soaked. “I…I needed time to think. But I realized something.”

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “I was upset because I felt like you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. But then I realized…maybe I didn’t make you feel like you could.”

Your heart clenched. “No, it’s not that. I was just…scared. Of how you’d react. Of losing you.”

“You’re not losing me,” he said firmly. “Even if you’re going far away, even if things get hard…I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to trust me, Y/N. To tell me what’s on your mind, no matter what.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, mixing with the rain on your face. “I’m sorry, Ni-ki. I should have told you.”

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

For a moment, you both sat in silence, the rain continuing to fall around you. Then, he stood, holding out his hand. “Come on. Let’s get you out of the rain before you catch a cold.”

You hesitated, but his warm smile broke through the storm inside you. Taking his hand, you stood, feeling a spark of hope ignite in your chest.

As you walked together under the dim streetlights, his fingers intertwined with yours, you realized something. Even in the face of uncertainty, Ni-ki was your constant—a reminder that love, even when tested, could endure.

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I really hope that you like it!