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IM ACTUALLY ILL AHHHHH

MAKE THE FIRST MOVE ♡ 보이넥스트도어 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 )﹕the more i get to know you, the more i like you !

IN WHICH with how shy they seem to be, you decide to confess to them first ────── BOOKSHELF ( 🗯️ )

──── 0t6!shy!boynextdoor x gn ! r ╱ ⌕ fluff, confession ∿ w. none just reader confessing ( or per say, wearing the pants in this situation 😝 ) wc. 1.4K+ ( 1483 ) ｡ ｡ i finally finished my midterms!!! so….Hey…this is definitely a self indulgent hc abt shy bonedo…Gulps….😁

MYUNG JAEHYUN

best believe that the moment you say, “i like you”, the once very confident and bubbly jaehyun turns into a complete flustered mess. he’s completely dumfounded, as if with the little signs you managed to pick up—from his not-so-subtle physical touch with you to wanting to take care of you endlessly—weren't obvious enough for you to assume there might be something more. you weren’t entirely sure of his intentions at first, but seeing the way his cheeks turned pink when you reciprocated back those actions, that was all the confirmation you needed. and despite his previous actions of boldness, it’s as if jaehyun couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth—and they were meant for him! sure, he's made the first move plenty of times in small, almost teasing ways, but this? this was completely different. the very person he’d been crushing on months just confessed first, leaving him completely stunned. before you could think about it—to take back your confession as a joke (or out of fear of rejection)—jaehyun immediately snaps out of it in time by blurting back a “i like you too!”. now, the two of you are completely left red in the face with smiles you both can't seem to hide.

PARK SUNGHO

if anything, sungho feels like he should be calm—getting confessed to first isn’t that big of a deal, right? but as it turns out, seeing it actually happen to him feels like a much bigger deal than he ever expected. your confession is enough to send his normally composed and rational demeanor to spiral, his thoughts heading in all kinds of directions. still, sungho is nothing if not determined to keep everything together. he convinces himself that he’ll snap out of it at any given moment now, and somehow, manages to wear a calm, almost effortless expression. but don’t be fooled—beneath the surface, his emotions are anything but steady. excitement, adoration, and just about every happy feeling imaginable are coursing through him, making it almost impossible to think straight. and even if sungho wanted to take more time to be able to process what just happened, his naturally observant side quickly picks up on the slightest shift in your body language. the seemingly unnoticeable-but-very-noticeable-to-him movement of yours was enough to remind him that he has to say something. with his soft tendencies shining through, he doesn’t just give you an answer—he absolutely says yes. and because one confession clearly isn’t enough for the moment, he follows it up with one of his own. sungho simply does this after working up the courage to finally say something that he should’ve done way before. but, after all, two confessions are definitely better than one, right?

LEE SANGHYEOK

he is absolutely starstruck. riwoo completely freezes in place, blinking rapidly as he tries to figure out whether he is dreaming or not. his heart is pounding so hard that it just might burst, and he also can’t ignore the feeling of his breath being hopelessly caught up in his throat. even with the lack of his response, you can see the unmistakeable joy that lights up in his eyes. it silently gave away the fact that he also felt the same, and how much your confession meant to him. he might just be unable to say anything but give you a shy nod, a smile and a hint of blush taking over his face. it was an unspoken answer, but it was so crystal clear. he would listen intently to your words, his heart continuing to swell up with many emotions that he isn’t too sure of how to contain them. the moment you start complimenting him, it’s almost as if that was enough to make him faint right then and there. your words start hitting him ten times harder now that he knows how you feel, which makes him undeniably happy. just hearing you consistently hear you praise him is just enough for him of wanting to run out the room with how bad he was burning up. but, of course, riwoo isn’t one to just sit there and take it—no, he tries to match you, fumbling through his own compliments and maybe even attempting to one-up you. safe to say, his adorable efforts are more than enough to make it clear that the feeling is entirely mutual.

HAN DONGMIN

taesan is completely composed—at least, that’s what he’s been trying to tell himself. contrary to his sweaty palms, his eyes darting everywhere except yours, or the fact his brain is short circuiting—yeah, he is definitely doing just fine. despite him not wanting that part of him shown to you, he isn’t even completely sure of what he’s been saying for the past few minutes. a bunch of awkward “oh” and “um” slips out and believe it or not—taesan is mentally screaming at himself because the last thing he wants to do is make it seem like he’s about to reject you. that is certainly not his goal—he just happens to be processing everything you’re saying. slowly. he’s just sitting there, completely dazed, as you continued to talk—explaining why you liked him, and those very reasons seemingly filling up every part of his brain with ease. he was simply admiring you—the sole reason why he wanted to avoid eye contact—only because he knew if he looked at you any longer, he might really have no words left to say. but already, he could feel himself getting distracted, your words soon turning out to be like…blah blah blah…proper name, place name, backstory stuff…none of it registering in his brain as he’s entirely focused on you. give taesan a minute to reboot, though, and suddenly, he’s blurting out a nonchalant acceptance of your confession—like it’s no big deal. however, the moment he turns away, he can’t hide the fact that a huge smile was creeping across his face, one that only betrays him and shows how overjoyed he actually is.

KIM DONGHYUN

leehan just simply ends up nervously laughing it off because, honestly, this guy has no idea of how to react. given your usual dynamic, he can only assume you’re joking (although, normally, he would hope the flirty things you said were never that). so he smiles—completely casual, but also playful—until he catches the serious look in your eyes. now, that was the moment where everything shifted. his laugh soon falters, turning into more of a i-know-this-feeling-but-why-does-it-feel-even-more-serious kind of chuckle, especially with his heart increasing picking up its pace. with how leehan usually acts, he would’ve thrown out a teasing remark with that kind of look on your face, but this time? the words don’t even come out right. instead, he’s stuttering, fumbling, and sounding completely incoherent—drastically different from his usual self. it’s almost as if you were brought back in time, seeing the quiet and soft spoken guy from the first time you two met. now, it’s your turn to tease him, and you’re more than ready to do so. as you kept going, the redness in leehan’s ears only deepens as he desperately tries to get you to stop, mumbling protests that do nothing to help his case. that’s when you suddenly hit him with the one and only line, “you still didn’t give me your answer yet”. and just like that, he is completely wrecked. leehan practically hides behind his hands, his voice barely above a whisper as he mumbles out a shy “yes” in embarrassment. deep down, though? he’s absolutely loving every second of it.

KIM WOONHAK

congratulations, you’ve officially broken the kim woonhak. this guy is completely freaking out, and if he could, he would definitely be bouncing off the walls. but what is this poor guy instantly going to think about? that you’re joking. he knows you two are great friends—close enough that maybe this could just be one of those playful, friendly moments. but the second he catches the way you’re looking at him? yeah, that thought completely disappears, and suddenly, he’s melting into a puddle of mush. definitely pulls out the “well if you insist,” only to attempt to play it off cool, as if his heart is practically waiting to jump out of his chest at any second now. but, the second those words leave his mouth, woonhak suddenly follows along with a whole ramble about how he really feels. he’s fully convinced that his first response was awful, so now he plans on just oversharing every moment or thought he’s had about you and reconsidering your friendship with him (though he would’ve been scared to make a move to make you two pass that stage). even with him being able to somewhat pull himself together, he is still a complete mess inside. your confession is definitely not leaving any time soon—it will live rent-free in his head, for who knows how long. expect him to be smiling, giggling, and replaying the moment over and over, unable to believe it actually happened.

‘💬’ ─── after writing this… can you tell that i was also going crazy with the lengths of these… ++ requests/ideas are SOOO welcome i fear i need to write more for my faves 🫠

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ─── @juyeoz @j4d

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oh my gosh don’t even talk to me rn this is everything

‘CAUSE I DON’T MIND ♡ 보이넥스트도어 ✦ ───── 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾

𓂃 ﹕IN OTHER WORDS, when your academic rival has a side that goes beyond their competitive behavior towards you.

academic rival!boynextdoor x gn!reader ⌕ fluff comfort (?) ˊᯅˋ ments. of pills (medicine), profanity (like once?)

──── ノ 💬 › guys 100! by one pact is so good 💔

MYUNG JAEHYUN

PARK SUNGHO

LEE RIWOO

HAN TAESAN

KIM LEEHAN

KIM WOONHAK

──── 💬 : i made this solely bc of that taesan pic … #couldneverwasteagoodlayout !!!

› BONEDO PERM TL ( OPEN ) ──── @juyeoz @j4d @itsactuallylina @onesanonly @fleurhoons @htaesan @macapunoz @pumpkg @mimimimiaa @deeour @s0shroe @mari3s

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wait bro this is actually crazy

familiar

woonhak x afab!reader

synposis: after losing your boyfriend in a tragic accident, your world falls apart — until a new transfer student arrives. he looks exactly like your late boyfriend… but that wasnt all.

wc; 698

you used to love school.

the sport practices, the thrill of planning school festivals, the satisfaction of getting good grades— it was your favorite escape. that is, until everything fell apart..

until he died.

it had been six months since the accident. six months since the sirens and the phone call and the empty seat beside you. six months since the world lost color.

your boyfriend, jihoon, had always been there for you, a boy who made your heart skip in the quietest ways. kind eyes, easy smile — he was your safe place.

and then one day, he was gone.

you kept your head down after that. quit student council. dropped out of the volleyball team. grades slipped, friends stopped calling.

you just didnt care anymore, the girl who once had everything had nothing in just a few weeks.

until he walked into homeroom.

“we have a transfer. kim woonhak. please be kind.”

you looked up and froze.

it was him. no, not jihoon…

same messy hair. same eyes. same boyish smile. same habit of grabbing his front teeth when nervous.

your breath caught. woonhak bowed politely, completely unaware of the chaos he just threw you into.

you told yourself it was coincidence, you snapped out of it when he sat next to you.

he said your name like it was familiar.

and then in chemistry he turned and asked, “do you still hate frogs?”

you dropped your pen. “what did you say?”

woonhak blinked. “ah sorry, nothing!!—i thought you were someone else.”

you stared at him, heart thundering. on your first date with jihoon you had told him you hated frogs because of a childhood incident during a family vacation.

you had only told him and some other person who was nothing but a blur in your memories.

something was off.

the night, you opened your old photo albums.

your boyfriend jihoon… his photos didn’t hit right anymore. you used to stare at them for hours, but now, all you could think was

he looks like woonhak.

and not the other way around.

you dug deeper. old texts. old yearbooks. jihoon transferred into your school junior year. you remembered thinking he was familiar the moment you met him, how easily you got to know him

and then you remembered something terrifying.

your first year in lui-dong, you were a freshmen. you met a boy at the neighborhood arcade. you hung out every for a month, and then he disappeared.

he never said goodbye. but he told you his name after a week of hanging out.

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“since you won, you get the pleasure of knowing my name” he said with that stupid smile

you laughed at his stupidity “really? what is it then?”

“woonhak! kim woonhak!”

“can i call you hak?”

“call me whatever you want.”

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your blood ran cold.

the next day at school, you cornered him in the empty stairwell. “do you remember me?”

woonhak looked at you — really looked. and his expression cracked.

“i thought you forgot” he whispered.

“what happened to you?”

he hesitated. “i dont know, i..shouldn’t have met you, i knew i was going to move, i knew i shouldn’t have gotten close to you like that.”

“we spent a whole month together, woonhak! constantly seeing each other, going out late at night and then you disappear a month later.”

“i don’t know how to explain it, yn. its like time jumped. or broke. when i came back mid junior year, i saw you with someone who looked like me. and i knew… you only loved him because he reminded you of me.”

your throat tightened. “thats not true! i couldn’t even remember you!”

“isnt it?” his voice was gentle. “he was your bandage. im the wound.”

you cringed at that, you pressed your back to the wall, the tension was suffocating.

“i didnt remember you,” you whispered.

“i know,” he said. “but i remembered you. every day.”

“then why didnt you say anything?”

“because you looked happy.”

you looked at him.

and suddenly, you werent sure who you were mourning anymore.

jihoon, your first love.

or woonhak — the boy you never got the chance to love.

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ju: baiii i cringed when i wrote that one woonhak part, it was so bad but it felt RIGHT.

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But I Like You - Kim Woonhak

pairing: woonhak x reader genre: high school love, first love, fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining (woonhak is down BAD and jelly) word count: 1.8k notes: this is the first of a cute little series I'll be doing: boynextdoor as songs from their discography!! this one is about woonhak and but I like you, enjoy !!

"자, 이제 다시 한번 문제야 이 감정 처음도 아닌데 이번엔 좀 달라, 숨도 못 쉬어 나 미쳤나 봐" Woonhak is about to lose his damn mind.

He’s watching you, walking through the cafeteria with a big grin plastered on your face, laughing around with a guy who looks like he belongs in a Tommy Hilfiger ad. Woonhak’s jaw is clenched, his tray of food on the table is untouched, as his eyes follow you like one of those creepy paintings you would see in creepypasta videos. 

But when you link arms with the guy whose identity Woonhak still hasn’t figured out, he’s officially gone. 

Slamming his juice box down on the table with his jaw hanging open dramatically, he’s practically blowing steam out of his ears. “Did you see that?! Please tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing!” Woonhak exclaims dramatically, while his friends who sit on either and opposite side of him look at him with wide eyes, startled by his outburst and scared for their lives. 

Seeing as he’s the only one who cares about you to this extent, they ask what exactly it is that’s making him freak out like this. Woonhak rolls his eyes, points his fingers towards you two lining up for food, and tries not to make it obvious. 

Taesan sighs, fixing his hair, “What if that’s just her cousin, or something?” It wasn’t like it was the first time Woonhak had ranted to them about this. It was almost a part of the daily routine. Woonhak slumps over to rest his head on the table, “No way. I’ve known her since middle school, and I’ve never seen that guy.” 

Nobody has ever made Woonhak feel this way before. Not the girl he had a crush on in third grade, who had glittery pens. Not his best friend, who would go hang out with somebody else after ditching him. It was just different, in a way he couldn’t explain. His chest felt tight, and he felt almost betrayed. You didn’t owe him loyalty, and trust me, he knew that. It wasn’t like you guys were together, or anything. But oh, how he’d wish. 

It just felt like betrayal. Don’t ask him to explain why.

It’s been too long since the two of you have been by each other’s side. He didn’t like you in that way at first; you were just a really close friend, somebody who he knew would be there regardless of any situation. 

Somewhere along the line, though, it changed. It wasn’t sudden, just a slow shift into something deeper. He only noticed once it was already there. 

But you weren’t just a crush to him– you felt like home. You were the only person whom he wanted to tell everything, the only one who made him feel fully comfortable in his own skin. 

And he thinks that’s why he fell for you. Because you understood him like no one else did. 

Jaehyun smiles, ruffling the youngest’s hair. “Well, tell her before you lose her, then,” Jaehyun suggests, to which Woonhak props up again. “Tell her what?” Woonhak pouts.

“That you’re madly in love with her.”

Woonhak doesn’t take this well. He just whines even louder and bangs the table with his hands. He wishes it were that easy. He would have told you months ago if that were the case. 

He shoots up from his seat and turns on his heel, shouting angrily, “Ugh, you guys are no help! I’m gonna go insane…”

His friends just sat there, exchanging looks after he walked away. They have no idea when Woonhak turned into such a lovestruck idiot. 

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The rest of the day, you acted the same. In class, you still sat beside him and greeted him with that smile that made him dizzy. You still used that sweet voice to call his name. Still played footsies with him under the desks, and even kept fiddling with his fingers in your hand like it was nothing. That was what annoyed him the most: that you acted like you weren’t all smitten with another guy thirty minutes before this. He just wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, “Who was that?” or “Please don’t look at other guys.” Selfish, right? He knows. But he can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you.

Nevertheless, he still acted like everything was okay. Just continued to giggle off with you about whatever new tangent you guys were going on about. Even now, as you two walked side by side, your hands would touch ever so slightly, your shoulders would softly crash against his. You had fallen into a habit of walking home with him every day after classes. On sunny days, rainy days, snowy days, he was the only thing that remained unchanging. 

You walked into a convenience store that was on your regular route home. It wasn’t uncommon for you to do this, and Woonhak knew. You bought an ice cream, the one that you always get, that’s in that colourful packaging. The one that Woonhak would bring to you randomly in the summer, just because he thought of you. 

You two now sat beside each other on the curb outside the store. There were leaves of different colours scattered around the ground, and the persisting summer heat still bit at your skin despite it being late September. The school year had just begun, and you couldn’t help but feel like this upcoming year would offer new beginnings. 

The sun was just starting to set. The sky was a soft hue of pinkish orange, and you basked in it while beginning to lick at your ice cream. You watched the sky, while Woonhak watched you.

You both sat without saying anything for a bit. You swore you could just sit in complete silence with him for hours and not get bored. It wasn’t awkward in his presence. He never made you feel uncomfortable. 

After thinking for a while, Woonhak finally decides to just say it. He didn’t even care how random he would sound.

“What kind of guy do you like?”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, a soft, confused smile gracing your features before you place your hands on the concrete behind you, leaning back in thought. 

You hum, tilting your head and tapping your foot, trying to come up with an answer to his sudden question. “I guess someone who makes me laugh?” you eventually say.

Woonhak doesn’t answer you immediately. Just nods his head for a split second, before he says, “So… me?”

You giggle at this, biting the cone of your ice cream. “Maybe?” you grin. 

“What?”

“Hm?”

He looks at you for a second longer than he should have, and then breaks out into a groan of frustration. His heart is beating rapidly, trying to act like his brain didn’t just short-circuit at what you said. He knew he sort of started it, but he still didn’t expect you to respond like that. You only laugh at him when he pinches his nose bridge and tilts his head back. He runs a hand through his hair. “You’re so tiring to be around,” he says sarcastically.

You’re still beaming as always, poking his cheek, “Yet you still hang out with me.” He turns to look at you again with an exasperated expression, and you stick out your tongue.

Your hands reach for his, which are lazily draped over his knees. You play with his fingers, again, almost like it’s second nature. Woonhak shouldn’t be phased by it anymore, but his heart still flips in his chest whenever you do this. He tsks as he looks down to where your hands meet, pouting. “You always do this,” he mutters, and you just hum as to urge him to go on, not pulling away. Before he says anything else, he sucks in a big breath and exhales loudly as if he’s bracing himself.

“You look at me with your pretty eyes, and say something that makes me flip out, then act like I’m the crazy one. And the way your nose scrunches when you laugh at me makes me weak, and even down to the way you talk drives me crazy.” 

He doesn’t look up once while he says this; his eyes remain fixed on the ground. Your expression changes. Now you’re just staring at him, intrigued. You don’t even think he notices how your hands have stopped moving now and delicately rest on his. He barely even sounds aware of what he’s saying, like his mind is just on autopilot after trying to fight his feelings for such a long time. 

He sighs once. “You just enjoy making me look clinically ill, don't you? I mean, it’s not like I haven’t liked anyone before, but it’s different now because it’s you. It’s just– ugh, I don’t know! It’s like I can barely breathe.” 

You don’t reply. He still doesn’t look at you. You just stare at him with a huge grin on your face, eyes squinted. Your hands still hold his, refusing to pull away. 

And finally, he looks up.

It hits him all at once. He said it. Out loud. Straight to your face. His words are replaying in his head, running through his mind in circles as he realizes the weight of everything he just said.

Meanwhile, you’re still just looking at him. Watching him snap back to reality with a smile on your face. 

“OH MY GOD,” Woonhak screams, violently jolting backwards and retracting his hands back to his chest, as if he got burned. 

His face is red, his hands are anything but still, and he wishes he could just disappear. “Forget everything I just said! Wait, no– remember it. But don’t say anything. Actually, don’t look at me. Oh my god.” 

His voice is cracking, and his face is now hidden in his own hands, elbows planted into his knees. You blink at him, slowly, almost in disbelief. 

“You like me?” you repeat, like you already know, but just want to hear it from him again.

“No! I mean, kind of? Well, ugh, sort of maybe a lot, I guess?” His words fall out like he can’t stop them, even though he knows he’s just making it worse.  “I… I always thought that everything about you is so perfect, and I’ve always wanted to ask you what you’d think of me, and– oh my god, why am I still talking.” He curls up into a ball, hiding in the crook of his elbows like he wants to disappear. Woonhak literally spirals into a pit of doom, blushing like a madman. He had set himself up for his own demise. He could have just said a simple yes. 

You still sit quietly, and it makes Woonhak feel like he should just die and never speak again. He peeks through his fingers and immediately regrets it, retreating to his artificial darkness.

Then, your hand reaches out to his. Not like before. It’s intentional this time. You pull on his wrist, forcing him to sit upright and look at you. You gently drag his hand until his two fingers sit on your neck, right where your pulse beats uncontrollably.

His breath catches.

You’re still looking at him, smiling.

You lean in, lips brushing against his red ears. You whisper delicately, words fragile. Something only for him to hear.

And what you say instantly makes everything okay.

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oh my goshhhhie my heart 😞😞😞

꒰💬꒱ ACCIDENTAL CONFESSIONS

where the boynextdoor boys fail to check who they're texting before letting their hearts spill out of their chest recklessly

PAIRING ot6 x fem!reader SETTINGS best friends to lovers. fluff. crack. cussing. suicide jokes (jumping off). suggestive reference (?).

OMI boynextdoor texts to help the brain! give me text requests, theyre much easier than writing and i could use that rn lol

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WELCOME TO CHEESEBAP!!

danbi/bibi ✯ mostly zb1, bnd, and riize ✯ 05' ✯ she/her ᥫ᭡: woonhak, eunseok, gyuvin! open to write for more groups! these are just my mains hehe. also, very new account, so sorry if things are messy 😵‍💫

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To Myung Jaehyun

To my first love.

Myung Jaehyun. Class 1-2. 

I don’t remember his birthday. I don’t remember his favourite colour, or what he wore, but what I remember is how we loved each other.

He was the type of person who would give up his lunch money if you were hungry, the type of person who held an umbrella over your head while he walked beside you, drenched in the pouring rain.

The first time I met him, his voice was the only thing I could hear; louder than crashing waves, but smooth like honey.

His nose would crinkle every time he laughed. His smile alone felt like it could heal a broken heart. He always grinned at people in the halls, even at those whom he didn’t know. 

There was always a carton of strawberry milk on the corner of his desk. He loved sweets. I used to always tell him that he was sweeter than any dessert. He’d only look away and blush.

His heart was purer than a forgotten lullaby. He was the one who cried when I told him I was having a hard time– that life was being unkind to me. It was as if he were the bearer of my pain. 

I still regret how I acted. I’m sorry that I stopped telling you about my life and became so distant. I’m sorry that I got overwhelmed with life and shut you out. 

When we broke up, he dipped his head down like he was afraid to meet my eyes. As if he knew he wouldn’t be able to let go if he saw my face. He only trudged towards me and leaned his full weight on me, arms pulling me impossibly close to his chest, knowing it’d be the last time. 

I felt his heartbeat against my skin at that moment. It never left my mind since.

He gave me a notebook for my writing when we graduated. He didn’t say anything, but written on the first page with smudged black ink was, “For your poems. Don’t stop this time.”

I drove past our old high school the other day, and the image of him running around playing soccer on the green field with mud-stained shoes still stuck in my head.

I don’t know where he is anymore, but whenever I write poems, I still imagine him reading them with the same saccharine smile on his face.

a/n: first post kinda nervous....... RAHHHHHH hey guys i love myung jaehyun and thought he gives suchhh first love vibes so this is me yapping about that 🤕🤕 MUCH MORE TO COME IN THE FUTURE!!!!!!