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古賀 優大 // K

Pairing: idol!kxfem!reader, idol!reader, 10th member reader

Content: angst(?)

Note: Reader has no specific age btw ^^

K looked terrifying the first time you saw him. His eyes were cold, sharp enough to cut, and his jaw never seemed to relax. You were sure he didn’t want anything to do with you.

So you stayed away—kept your distance like it was a rule written in stone.

But by the second week, something shifted. Slowly, walls came down. You warmed up to him. And to your surprise, he let you in.

K was a softie beneath it all.

Years passed. Performances, tours, long nights rehearsing until your feet gave out. Somewhere in that chaos, the two of you became inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

You’d hang out constantly—restaurants, shopping, night walks around the city. He made it easy. Comfortable. Safe.

He became another brother figure.

Or so you told yourself.

Until that day.

You and the others had just landed in Korea for an interview shoot. The airport was suffocating—swarms of people pressing in from all sides. Reporters, fans, sasaengs. Screams echoing. Cameras flashing.

Bodyguards surrounded you all, pushing people aside, trying to keep the chaos at bay. But it was a losing battle. The space around you was nonexistent.

You pressed your arms against your sides, trying to disappear between EJ and K.

Your heart was racing. The noise was overwhelming. But through it, you felt EJ beside you—his glances checking in, quick and silent.

Things with EJ were… strained. Not broken, not whole. You still spoke, but something remained unresolved. The air between you stayed heavy. Everyone felt it.

You turned to your other side. K was there too, struggling with his bag, shielding you as best he could.

You looked down, willing your feet forward. Just get to the van. Just keep moving.

Then—someone touched you.

A hand on your waist.

You flinched, breath caught in your throat. Panic surged. It could’ve been anyone. A fan. A stranger. A stalker.

"Don’t worry, it’s just me," K’s voice murmured.

You froze.

Your eyes darted to his hand. Then to his face.

And your heart dropped.

Not this again. Please—not this feeling. Not now. Not with him.

You should’ve pulled away. Paparazzi were everywhere. Every movement was a headline waiting to happen.

But you didn’t move.

You couldn’t.

Was it fear? Or something worse?

Maybe it was the way his touch made you feel grounded. Like you weren’t drowning in that crowd. Maybe it was how he made you feel protected, even when the world was watching.

K kept his hand there until you all made it to the van. You climbed in first. He followed silently.

You didn’t look at him.

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine… thank you," you whispered, not even sure you meant it.

He nodded and leaned back.

But you weren’t fine. Not even close.

Because the next morning, your phone was buzzing nonstop. Photos—dozens of them—were everywhere. K’s hand on your waist. The two of you, side by side. Headlines. Speculation. Assumptions.

You didn’t even look at the comments. You didn’t have to.

You already felt it in your chest—the weight, the guilt, the shame. Like you had ruined everything.

Your manager called an emergency meeting. You and K were spoken to separately. The words were sharp. Cold. Controlled.

K apologized first. Said it was his fault. But you knew better.

It was yours too. You let it happen.

You apologized, too. And the company released a statement. Just friends. Nothing more.

The damage was already done.

Your manager decided you and K needed space—strict distance until the rumors died down. You nodded. Agreed. Said it was for the best.

It was the responsible thing to do.

K agreed too. He didn’t argue. Maybe that’s what hurt the most.

And from that point on, there was a wall between you. In rehearsals. On stage. During &TEAM filming, there was always at least one member placed between you.

But every time you glanced his way… he was already looking at you.

Like he missed you.

And God, you missed him too. You missed EJ, too.

Things with EJ were still off. You tried to fix it, to go back to how things were, but now with the K situation—it all felt too heavy. Like trying to hold glass in shaking hands.

You kept telling yourself: Just a few more weeks. Just hang on. It’ll pass.

But even as you clung to that hope, everything inside you was unraveling.

And then—when your world already felt like it was falling apart—

You crossed paths with someone else.

Fuma.

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변의주 // EJ

Pairing: idol!ejxfem!reader, idol!leader, 10th member reader

Content: slow burn, little angst, high school friends

Note: English is NOT my first language guys and I am not a professional writer, I mostly write for fun :D Hope you like thiss

Joining &TEAM after 2 years of their debut was not for the weak. You have barely talked to all of the members. It was difficult to approach each of them.

At least you knew someone. EJ.

You always looked at EJ like an older brother—a steady presence, a shoulder to lean on. Especially now, with him leading &TEAM, his sense of responsibility only made you admire him more.

He was your go-to, your anchor.

If you had a question, it was always,

"EJ, what’s the Korean word for...?"

or

"EJ, is this the right step after...?"

You swear, his name rolled off your tongue more than anyone else’s.

He gave you strength. He made you feel like you could wake up every morning and keep chasing this dream.

And now, here you were—onstage beside him, laughing during rehearsals, remembering your shared past. You’d never felt more grateful for a friend like EJ.

But lately… something had shifted.

You weren’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the night you craved donuts at 3 AM—and five minutes later, EJ showed up at your door, holding a box like he knew.

Or the little things: tying your shoelaces without asking, draping his jacket over your shoulders mid-filming like it was instinct.

You told yourself not to overthink it. You were just close. You were childhood friends, after all.

But you were overthinking. Every small gesture left your heart fluttering. Why?

Why did he have to make things difficult? These were all things he'd always done. Maybe it wasn’t EJ who changed—maybe it was you.

Maybe you’d finally realized that sometimes… you didn’t want to see him as a brother.

You wanted something more.

It cracked one morning during a casual vlog shoot.

You were in charge of cooking while the others played behind you. Everything was going fine—until the sharp sting of pain tore through your hand. A knife. A shallow cut. You moved to the sink on instinct.

“Shit,” you muttered, loud enough for the others to hear.

EJ was the first to react. He dropped his game controller and ran to you without hesitation, drawing curious looks from the rest of the group.

“Are you okay?” he asked, already reaching for your hand.

“I’m fine. Just a scratch,” you replied with a forced smile.

But he wasn’t convinced.

He led you to the couch—away from the others—and pulled out the first-aid kit. You sat quietly as he held your hand gently in his lap, wrapping a bandaid with practiced ease.

“You should be more careful next time,” he said softly, smiling just a little.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His hair fell over his eyes, that same boyish grin you’d seen a thousand times. He was still EJ—your EJ—but something about him suddenly felt... different.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why now? Not when you debuted. Not during training. Not even during all the long nights you spent laughing together over ramen and dreams. Why now?

Before you could stop yourself, your gaze locked with his.

And in that moment—quiet, weightless—you leaned in. Slowly, as if drawn by some unseen pull.

Then—

“AHHH!” Harua screamed from across the room, losing at the crocodile game.

You jumped. You blinked and pulled away, heart pounding.

Let’s pretend nothing happened, you told yourself.

But something had happened. And EJ knew it too.

Days passed. The air between you shifted.

His stares lingered longer. His touches were softer. His hugs stayed just a second too long.

You couldn't ignore it anymore. You didn’t see EJ as just a brother now. Not even close. His presence made your heart race, your thoughts scramble. Every casual brush of skin felt like something dangerous.

So, you decided to pull away. You had to. You couldn’t risk the group. Not your future. Not his.

Just until the feelings faded. Until you could look at him the same again.

But what you didn’t know was—EJ was pulling away too. Not because he didn’t care.

But because he did—too much.

As the leader, he knew the rules. Falling for you meant risking everything: your careers, your dreams, your bond.

Dating between members? Strictly off-limits.

And in his silence, he told himself he had to let go.

Even if it hurts.

But what crushed him most… was watching you drift into something else.

With K.

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Tangled in Nine

Where in you are the 10th member of &TEAM

Sypnosis: Living the dream as a member of &TEAM has been everything you hoped for—adored by fans, performing on global stages, and surrounded by members who feel more like family than colleagues.

But lately, the close-knit bond you share with the group has started to blur the lines between friendship and something far more complicated.

Lingering glances, gentle touches, late-night visits, and teasing words—all from the boys you’ve grown to love like brothers—have begun to stir confusing feelings inside you.

Each interaction sent a ripple through the carefully balanced harmony you've come to cherish.

Is it just you feeling this strange, electric tension—or is something unspoken simmering beneath the surface for everyone?

Pairing: idol!kxfem!reader, idol!fumaxfem!reader, idol!nicholasxfemreader, idol!ejxfem!reader, idol!yumaxfem!reader, idol!haruaxfem!reader, idol!joxfem!reader, idol!takixfem!reader, idol!makixfem!reader, idol!&teamxfem!reader

Content: Angst, Slow burn, friends to lovers, kissing, trigger warning(?), fluff

Note: It’s my first time using tumblr so pls be nice guys 😔 anyways I hope you’ll enjoy this series because it’s my very first one! I also update very slowly 🥹 I’m still a student man anyways Love you lots Lunés!! 💙

࣪𖤐.ᐟ “Those uncertain, vague expectations

became certain when I met you

You taught me that I'm not alone” ⏾⋆.˚

— FIREWORK; &TEAM

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

변의주 // EJ

古賀 優大 // K

村田 風雅 // FUMA

王 奕翔 // NICHOLAS

中耒田 悠真 // YUMA

朝倉 穣 // JO

重田 美琉愛 // HARUA

高山 りき // TAKI

宏田 力 // MAKI

YOU

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