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rereading my works and got amazed of how this turns out hahaha. please give this a read
Unseen Barriers
Felix x reader!! felix x fem reader!! skz yongbok x reader!! word count: 5.5k
a stray kids fic wherein You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
(or a forbidden love between you and felix)
an: i know i promised for part 2 of some of my works. but then i posted another fic again, i just cant help it as i read it in my drafts. please i love this soo damn much. so please love this also as much as i love it.)
It was Valentine’s Day, and Felix sighed as he stared at his locker overflowing with flowers, letters, and chocolates. He knelt down to pick up the ones that had fallen, his expression void of any excitement. It wasn’t that he was boastful about receiving so many presents—far from it. The weight of unreciprocated affection made him sigh again, knowing that he couldn’t return the feelings that so many people had for him.
As he organized his things, a girl shyly approached, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear when Felix’s indifferent gaze fell on her.
“Uh, Felix…” she began, her voice wavering, “I accidentally bought two tickets for the movie tonight, and I don’t have anyone to give the extra to. Do you want to come with me?”
“That’s nice of you, but I’m sorry. I have something to do tonight.” His tone was polite but detached, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
“Oh… okay.” The disappointment in her voice was unmistakable. “But, um, could you at least take this cookie? I baked it with love.”
Felix’s eyes flicked to the cookie, then back to her. “You should share it with your friends,” he replied flatly, his gaze briefly shifting to the group of girls peeking from behind a nearby wall. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the girl to stand there, clutching her cookie with a crestfallen expression.
Felix didn’t like taking advantage of those who liked him. It was better to let them down early than to let their hopes build up, even if it meant being distant. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he headed back to his classroom, his mind already shifting to the next task when a sudden shout echoed down the hallway.
“Oh my god, she’s here!”
Felix glanced up briefly, noticing the shift in the hallway’s atmosphere as all eyes turned to you. He merely shrugged, relieved that, for once, the attention was no longer on him. He slipped away quietly, grateful for the distraction.
Back in the classroom, Felix focused on writing down everything the professor said, his concentration broken only when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, noting the sender's name—“Little Boss”—and dismissed it, returning to his notes. But when the phone buzzed again with another message, he reluctantly read it:
Come to the garden. I have something to give you. -
He ignored it, but when his phone rang for the third time, Felix sighed, realizing it wouldn’t stop until he responded. He excused himself from the classroom, and the professor nodded without hesitation. Felix was known as a diligent student, a model for others, so his rare requests to leave class were never questioned.
“What do you want?” Felix’s voice was colder than the crisp air of the garden as he found you admiring the roses.
“You’re late,” you noted, turning to face him with a gentle smile.
“Because I knew this wasn’t important.” His words were like ice, cutting through the warmth of your gesture.
Your smile faltered, but you quickly pushed the hurt aside, stepping closer to him. You thrust a paper bag into his hands, forcing him to take it.
“This is expensive,” Felix remarked, his tone more of an accusation than gratitude.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t steal money from my dad again. I worked hard to buy it, so just take it.”
Felix sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He knew arguing with you was pointless. You were stubborn, and no matter what he said, you’d do things your way.
“You should go back to class,” he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He turned to leave, eager to put this interaction behind him, but you stopped him with a soft, “Wait.”
He paused, but the impatience was clear in his eyes as he turned back to you.
Gently, you plucked a rose from the bush, you were the one who planted it there, and slipped it into the pocket of his uniform jacket, your fingers brushing against the fabric. “Now you can go,” you said with a small smile, as if the gesture could melt the wall he had built between you.
Felix’s expression remained unreadable as he walked back to his locker, the paper bag hanging loosely from his hand. He opened the locker and stared at the box someone had placed near it—a gift from a janitor who had grown tired of cleaning up the endless cascade of letters and chocolates.
Felix opened the paper bag you gave. Inside was an expensive pair of shoes, the exact ones he had been eyeing but couldn’t afford. His chest tightened with a mix of emotions he didn’t want to acknowledge. This was too much. He couldn’t accept something like this, not from you.
He quickly gathered the rest of the gifts from his locker, piling them into the box. But when he glanced at the paper bag and the rose you had given him, Felix hesitated. He placed the items carefully inside his locker, closing the door with a soft click.
-
It was time to head home. Felix slung his bag over his left shoulder, letting it hang casually as he walked towards the school gate with both hands buried deep in his pockets. He paused near the entrance, his eyes following you as you got into a car. Once you were out of sight, he continued his walk to the bus stop, the familiar route offering little solace.
As he waited for the bus, he found himself absentmindedly staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The bus arrived, and Felix took his usual seat near the window, watching the city blur by as he made his way to your address.
Arriving at your family’s mansion, Felix smiled at the guard stationed at the entrance, offering a polite greeting before stepping inside the expansive grounds. The pathway to the mansion was lined with lush greenery, the carefully tended plants and flowers giving the place an almost paradisiacal feel. He nodded in acknowledgment to the gardener trimming the trees and his wife sweeping up the fallen leaves, their warm smiles a welcome and Felix smiled like a sunshine he was.
The mansion loomed in the distance, its grandeur almost oppressive. Despite its size, it felt empty to Felix—a hollow shell filled with wealth but devoid of warmth.
Felix didn’t head toward the main house, though. Instead, he walked to the smaller house near the garden, where he and his mother lived. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the comforting scent of home.
"My son is here," his mother said with a bright smile, wrapping him in a tight hug. Felix held her close, his heart swelling with the comfort of being home. He pulled out a bouquet of flowers hidden under table near them, carefully arranged with blooms he had picked from the garden the day before.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
His mother’s eyes welled up with tears as she accepted the bouquet, her voice thick with emotion. “Aw, thank you, my son. I love you so much.”
Felix felt a warmth spread through him as he hugged her again, this time even tighter. He knew how much his mother had sacrificed, and he was determined to give her the world one day.
His mother had been working as a cleaner for your family since Felix was seven, a job she had taken after his father’s business went bankrupt. When his father ran from their responsibilities, leaving them in financial ruin, Felix’s mother sold everything they owned to pay off the debts. The job with your family had been a lifeline, allowing them to survive.
Felix had grown up in your mansion, helping out where he could, especially in the kitchen, where his knack for cooking quickly became apparent. It was during those moments in the kitchen that you first noticed him. He was just a boy back then, but something about his quiet determination and gentle kindness drew you in.
At first, you and Felix became close because you were the same age and both felt lonely in the huge, empty mansion. The house, no matter how grand, felt cold and quiet when your parents were away on business trips, which happened a lot. Felix, who worked at the mansion and lived in a small house on the property with his mother, was a comforting presence. He kept you company, told you stories, and filled the silence with laughter. You spent hours together, finding comfort in each other's company.
But when your mother found out about your friendship with Felix, she was furious. She had always been strict and powerful, and her anger seemed to grow even worse. One evening, she barged into your room, her face full of rage.
“How dare you?” she yelled. “How dare you spend time with someone like him?”
Felix, who had always been kind and respectful, suddenly became the target of her wrath. She saw him as a threat to her carefully managed image and status. To her, Felix was just a poor worker who didn’t belong in her world.
“You will never see him again,” she said, her voice cold. “If you keep this up, I’ll have him kicked out of school and make sure he pays for it.”
Her threats were harsh. She made it clear that if Felix stayed in your life, she would use her influence to ruin him. She promised to take away his scholarship, get him removed from the mansion, and make sure his family suffered. Her power was strong, and the fear she created was real.
Felix, struggling to make ends meet, knew how serious the situation was. He realized that being friends with someone like you, someone from a different world, was too risky. The gap between your lives was too big, and the consequences of defying your mother were too severe. He understood that her threats were real and could destroy not only his future but also his family’s well-being.
Felix saw that you had feelings for him, and even though you were willing to risk everything, he knew it was a fight he couldn’t win. Despite your determination to stand up for him, Felix knew he had to protect you from the fallout. He tried to explain that your worlds were too different and that staying friends was not possible. His words were harsh, and he acted cold, but it was all to keep you from getting hurt.
You didn’t want to listen to his warnings. You were determined to fight for him, believing that love could overcome anything. But Felix, knowing the real dangers and the threats hanging over both of you, stayed firm. He pushed you away to keep you safe, even if it meant hurting you.
The mansion, once warm with your friendship, became a place of silence and sadness. Felix’s absence left a big gap, a constant reminder of how love alone couldn’t overcome the differences between your worlds. The friendship you had was broken by the harsh realities of power and social class, leaving you with the painful lesson that sometimes, beautiful things are destroyed by forces beyond your control. You were both only ten years old at the time.
Now, seven years later, you stood at your bedroom window, watching Felix as he trimmed the plants in your garden. He was still the same Felix—kind-hearted and hardworking—but there was a distance between you now, a coldness that hadn’t been there before. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Felix sensed your presence but didn’t look up. He focused on his work, pretending not to notice you watching him.
“Felix!” you finally called out after watching him in silence for nearly twenty minutes.
He lifted his head and met your gaze, his expression unreadable.
You waved at him, trying to break the ice. “Can I come down there?”
Felix shook his head without hesitation, his face remaining neutral.
Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but you managed to muster a small smile. “Okay… maybe next time,” you said softly, almost to yourself.
In the past, you might have ignored his refusal and come down anyway, defying the unspoken barriers between you. But today, something held you back. Perhaps it was the realization that no matter how much you loved him, Felix wasn’t going to reciprocate those feelings. Not now, not ever.
-
"Happy birthday to you!"
The cheerful voices of the workers in your mansion filled the room, their smiles bright as they sang the birthday song for Felix. The cook proudly held up the cake he had baked, and Felix's mother carefully lit the candles, her face glowing with love and pride.
Felix had just arrived home from school, tired but content, when he flicked on the light and was greeted with the surprise. His eyes widened in shock, a smile breaking out across his face as he took in the sight of everyone gathered just for him. The warmth of their affection wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.
After they finished singing, Felix went around hugging everyone, gratitude bubbling up inside him. These people had become his family, and he cherished each one of them.
"Now, make a wish," someone called out playfully.
Felix, though not one to believe in wishes, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. He made a silent prayer, then blew out the candles in one smooth breath.
"What did you wish for?" his mother asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"Mom, if I tell you, it won’t come true," Felix chuckled, pulling her into a tight hug.
Dinner was a simple affair, but the laughter and camaraderie around the table made it feel like a feast fit for royalty. The night was filled with stories, jokes, and the clinking of glasses as they celebrated not just Felix's birthday, but the bond they all shared.
As the night wore on, the celebration wound down, and Felix found himself outside, gazing up at the stars. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket. His mother had already gone to bed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the peaceful sounds of the night.
Felix closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tranquility wash over him. Life was beautiful in its own way, but his dreams were bigger than this small world he lived in. He longed for more, to reach heights that seemed distant but not impossible.
His gaze drifted to the window of your room, noticing that the lights were off. He glanced at his phone; there were just ten minutes left of his birthday. A small pang of disappointment tugged at his heart.
Why hadn’t you greeted him?
He looked at your window again, feeling a twinge of regret. "Maybe I was too hard on her," he mumbled to himself, a sigh escaping his lips. Just as he was about to turn away and head to bed, a soft glow illuminated your window. His heart skipped a beat as you opened it, and your eyes met his across the distance.
You smiled at him, a gentle, sincere smile that made Felix’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar emotion. He couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of his mouth lifting as if on their own accord.
You pulled out your phone, and a moment later, Felix's phone rang. He answered it, holding it to his ear as he continued to watch you.
"Happy birthday," you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth that reached him even through the distance.
Felix didn’t respond right away, just listening to the sound of your voice, letting it wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold night.
"I wanted to be special," you continued, your voice tinged with a shy sweetness. "I hope I was the last one to greet you."
Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You both simply looked at each other, words unnecessary in that moment.
"Thank you," Felix finally whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Goodnight," you said after another long pause, your voice as gentle as the night breeze. You smiled at him one last time before ending the call and closing your window.
Felix stood there for a moment, his phone still pressed to his ear even after the call ended. A soft smile played on his lips as he looked up at your now-dark window.
The truth was, he had been waiting for you too.
-
The next day at school, Felix was walking through the hallway when one of the teachers stopped him. “Felix, could you do me a favor?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Ms. Kim is out sick today, and we need someone to supervise the class. Could you assist?”
Felix, always willing to help, nodded. “Of course, I’ll take care of it.”
He made his way to your classroom, his expression neutral as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room went silent as the students noticed him, some whispering to each other in surprise. Felix was well-known around school—an achiever, a leader, someone everyone looked up to.
You, sitting near the window, couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat when you saw him. You’d been staring out at the clouds, daydreaming, when his presence snapped you back to reality. Felix walked to the teacher’s desk, setting his bag down, and then addressed the class.
“Ms. Kim isn’t here today, so I’ll be supervising,” he said in his usual calm and composed tone. “She left some seatwork for you to complete. I’ll distribute it now.”
As he handed out the worksheets, Felix moved methodically through the rows, his attention focused on the task. When he reached your desk, you looked up at him, hoping for a moment of eye contact, but he never glanced your way. He simply placed the paper in front of you and continued on.
You sighed softly, feeling a mix of admiration and disappointment. Felix was always like this—distant, almost as if there was an invisible wall between the two of you that you couldn’t break through. As the rest of the class began working on the assignment, you stared at the paper in front of you, your mind suddenly blank. The questions seemed more difficult than you expected, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you hadn’t studied enough.
Felix had settled at the teacher’s desk, a book in hand, his attention seemingly absorbed in its pages. You felt nervous, knowing he was just a few feet away. His presence, while usually comforting, now only added to your anxiety.
You began to scratch your head, frowning as you tried to make sense of the first question. Your seatmate, Seungmin, noticed your struggle and leaned over slightly. “Need some help?” he whispered, a friendly smile on his face.
You looked at him, relief washing over you, and were about to nod when Felix’s voice cut through the room.
“Everyone,” Felix announced without looking up from his book, “no talking during the seatwork. And no sharing answers.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
You froze, your heart pounding. Seungmin quickly turned back to his own paper, and you were left to face the assignment on your own. The nerves made it even harder to focus, and you found yourself barely able to complete more than half of the questions.
When the time came to pass in the papers, your classmates rushed to the front, eager to hand theirs directly to Felix. The girls, in particular, took the opportunity to chat with him, their voices laced with admiration and interest. You watched from your seat, feeling a pang of envy but also a sense of reluctance. You didn’t want to hand in your half-completed work, knowing it would only disappoint him.
As the last few students left the classroom, you remained seated, nervously tapping your pencil against the desk. Felix was now alone at the teacher’s desk, organizing the papers with his usual efficiency. Finally, mustering up the courage, you stood and walked over to him, clutching your paper tightly in your hands.
“Felix…,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked up from the papers, his expression unreadable. “Is it okay if I… maybe, pass this as an assignment? I… I ran out of time.”
He glanced at the paper you were holding, then back at you. There was a long pause, and for a moment, you thought he might agree. But then he shook his head. “No. You need to submit it now.”
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze, even though his tone was still calm, almost indifferent. Reluctantly, you handed over your paper, unable to meet his eyes. Felix took it without a word, his expression unchanging as he glanced over your answers. He didn’t say anything—no criticism, no encouragement. Just silence.
You bowed your head, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you waited for him to say something, anything. But Felix simply added your paper to the pile and looked back up at you. “Goodbye,” he said, his tone as cool as ever, before turning away and leaving the classroom with the stack of papers in his hands.
You stood there for a moment, feeling ashamed and a bit defeated. You knew you hadn’t done well, and the thought of Felix seeing your poor performance made you feel even worse. With a heavy sigh, you returned to your seat, packing up your things slowly, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment.
What you didn’t know was that after leaving the classroom, Felix found a quiet spot in the school office. As he flipped through the stack of papers, he came across yours. Without hesitation, he pulled out a pen and began filling in the answers you hadn’t been able to complete, his expression softening slightly. He made sure the work was correct before carefully placing your paper in the middle of the stack, ensuring it wouldn’t stand out.
-
"Congratulations, Felix! You've been accepted to your dream university with a full scholarship! Your dreams are finally coming true!"
The principal’s voice rang out, followed by a wave of applause from the entire faculty gathered in the office. Felix stood there, slightly overwhelmed, as everyone around him clapped and congratulated him.
The smiles on their faces weren’t just for show; they were genuinely proud of him. They had seen firsthand what Felix had gone through at such a young age, how he had fought hard against the odds, and how he had slowly but surely been achieving his dreams. Seeing him take this monumental step forward was a moment of pride for everyone who had supported him along the way.
Felix felt a warm flush of happiness spread through him. He took a moment to thank each teacher, each mentor, each person who had been a part of his journey. Their words of encouragement and pride felt like a soothing balm to the years of hard work and struggle he had endured. This acceptance into his dream university was more than just a milestone; it was the culmination of every sacrifice, every late-night study session, and every ounce of determination he had poured into his education.
When he finally got home, Felix couldn’t contain his excitement. He rushed inside, barely pausing to kick off his shoes, and found his mother in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
“Mom!” Felix called out, his voice bubbling with joy. “I got in! They accepted me with a full scholarship!”
His mother turned to him, and the pride in her eyes made Felix’s heart swell even more. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she rushed forward to embrace him. They held each other tightly, the joy and relief washing over them in waves.
“I’m so proud of you, Felix,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Tears slipped down Felix’s cheeks too, and he didn’t bother wiping them away.
"Mom, we’re almost there," he murmured into her shoulder. "I’ll become a doctor, and then we can finally live happily. I’ll buy you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
His mother pulled back slightly to look at him, her smile radiant through her tears. “I don’t need anything, my son. You’re all I’ve ever need. I’m so happy for you, and I’m so proud of you.”
She kissed his cheek, her lips soft and warm against his skin. Then, with a tenderness that made Felix’s chest ache, she said, “You’ll be living far away now. So you must take care of yourself, alright? Promise me that.”
Felix nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. He wrapped his arms around his mother again, holding her as if he could imprint this moment into his memory forever. The happiness he felt was indescribable, a mixture of relief, accomplishment, and love.
But as he held his mother, another thought crept into his mind, unbidden and persistent.
How about you?
The question lingered in the back of his mind, casting a small shadow over his joy. Felix pushed the thought away, not wanting to dampen this moment, but it stayed with him, a quiet reminder of something unresolved.
-
Days had passed, and now it was your 18th birthday—a milestone you had been looking forward to, with a grand celebration planned in the garden. From early in the morning, the entire estate buzzed with activity. Workers moved with purpose, setting up decorations, arranging tables, and ensuring that everything was perfect. Despite your parents hiring the most famous event organizer and the best chefs, Felix was among those helping to prepare. He worked tirelessly, assisting wherever he was needed, and when the night came, he was assigned to be a server at the event.
As the evening descended, the party commenced. The garden was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Felix moved through the crowd, his expression focused as he carried trays and attended to guests. But amidst the elegant decorations and the mingling of your guests, you were nowhere to be seen. Everyone waited in anticipation for your entrance.
Then, the host's voice boomed over the speakers, announcing your arrival.
Every spotlight in the garden shifted, illuminating the grand doors that led from the house. And there you were, stepping into the light like a vision.
Felix froze in place, his breath catching as his eyes locked onto you.
You were a vision in your debut gown, an opulent violet off-the-shoulder ball gown that shimmered under the lights. The voluminous skirt cascaded like a waterfall, reminiscent of the one Belle wore, but yours was a deep, rich violet—a color that only served to enhance your beauty. You looked like a princess, ethereal and untouchable.
As you walked down the carpet, Felix couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were on one end, and he stood at the other, watching as you approached. When your gaze met his, you smiled— a smile so radiant it made Felix’s heart stumble in his chest.
For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. The noise of the party, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of conversation all faded away. It was just you and him, two souls drawn together in a moment of pure, unspoken connection. Felix, who had never believed in fantasies or romances, found himself ensnared by the magic of this moment. You were walking towards him, and he stood there, lost in you, until you passed by him, breaking the spell.
Felix blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as you climbed up onto the platform, where the crowd erupted into applause. He realized he had been standing there, staring, completely forgetting his duties.
“Uh, my champagne, please,” a voice beside him interrupted.
Felix snapped back to reality, scolding himself for losing focus. The rest of the evening, he kept his head down, avoiding looking at you, determined to do his job without further distraction.
As the night wore on, the party slowly drew to a close. It had been the best birthday you could have asked for, filled with laughter, music, and joy. But as you bathed and changed into more comfortable clothes, a feeling of incompleteness settled in your heart. The party had been perfect, but something was missing.
You stood by your window, gazing out at the now-quiet garden. The clock showed it was almost midnight. Felix had wished you a happy birthday earlier, but it had been through a simple text, and somehow, that didn’t feel special enough.
Quietly, you left your room, careful not to wake your parents, and slipped out of the house. The garden, which had been full of life earlier, was now still, the remnants of the celebration tidily cleared away. You made your way through the bushes until you stood before the small house you often visited.
Lifting your hand to knock on the door, you were suddenly pulled back. Startled, you turned to see Felix standing there, his grip firm but gentle on your arm.
Without a word, he led you away from the house. You followed him, trusting him implicitly, until you both reached the fountain. The sound of the water bubbling softly in the night added to the sense of intimacy that surrounded you both.
Felix stopped and turned to face you. Even after a long day of hard work, he looked as handsome as ever, and your heart ached with the depth of your feelings for him. You held his gaze, waiting, hoping, not daring to look away for fear that he might disappear again, as he often did.
He sighed, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and reached into his pocket. Your eyes followed his movements as he pulled out a small velvety box. Extending it toward you, he met your gaze once more.
"Happy birthday," he said, his voice low and steady.
You looked up at him, your heart fluttering. You had heard those words countless times today, but coming from him, they felt different—more special, more meaningful.
He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a rose pendant nestled inside. The simplicity and beauty of it took your breath away.
"It’s not as expensive as what you’re used to, but I hope—"
"It’s beautiful!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine delight. It was the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen.
Felix smiled, a small but sincere curve of his lips that made your heart race.
"Can you put it on me?" you asked, your voice soft with anticipation.
Felix hesitated, his eyes widening slightly before he nodded. You gathered your hair in your hands, lifting it to expose your neck, and Felix stepped closer. The proximity made your heart pound in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. Every second stretched, and you found yourself wishing you could stay like this, wrapped in his presence.
But all too soon, Felix stepped back, breaking the spell once more. You almost shivered from the loss of his warmth, but his words brought comfort.
“It’s beautiful on you,” he said, his voice soft as he admired the necklace resting against your skin.
You held the pendant between your fingers, feeling the warmth of his sincerity. “Thank you so much, Felix,” you said, your voice full of emotion. “You made my day complete.”
In that moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings, you stepped closer to him and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, but it held all the emotions you had been carrying for so long. It felt magical, a perfect expression of the love you had kept hidden in your heart.
A lone tear escaped your eye as you pulled away, the realization of how deeply you loved him settling in. It was a love that hurt, a love that felt too big to contain.
But as you started to turn away, Felix caught your wrist, pulling you back to him. Before you could react, he kissed you.
It was different this time. His lips moved against yours with a steadiness that took your breath away. When you finally registered what was happening, you wrapped your arms around his neck, responding with all the love you had stored in your heart.
Felix had always been a part of your world, a constant presence in the background of your life. But now, standing here with him, you realized that love wasn’t always easy. Loving him had been hard, full of obstacles and unspoken words, but for Felix, this moment was a revelation.
He realized he had been too much of a coward, hiding behind his own fears and uncertainties. But as he kissed you, he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was the moment where everything became clear.
As you both held onto each other in the quiet of the night, you understood that love was worth the risk.
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uhm... rereading this and fixing some errors
Blue Sticky Note
straykids fic wherein a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.
genre: Fluff. and fluff
ot8 x reader! stray kids x reader!! word count: 3.3k
AN: i want to make a fic with multiple members in it but i might make more of it after i finished all individual members. btw can you teach me how tumblr works? i might pin a masterlist soon hehe
You just got back to your apartment after a long day of classes. Exhausted from wrestling with numbers and equations, you flopped down on your bed and closed your eyes.
But your moment of peace was interrupted by the sudden ringing of your phone.
“Hey,” your friend Seungmin’s voice greeted you through the speaker.
Used to how he always greeted you, you sighed and listened as he continued, your tiredness making it hard to focus.
“You didn’t turn in your literature assignment. I’m on my way to your building,” he said, causing you to bolt upright in surprise.
You had forgotten to give it to him during class earlier. Glad he reminded you. And you were glad to be friends with him because he was the class representative. You enjoyed a lot of benefits from being his friend.
“Okay, thanks for the reminder. No need to come up—I’ll meet you downstairs,” you replied before ending the call.
Grateful for Seungmin’s help, you quickly gathered your things and checked your binder for the assignment. You sighed in relief when you found it. “I thought I lost you.”
As you were about to close your binder, a flash of blue caught your eye. A blue sticky note on the front page—one that you definitely didn’t own.
You pulled it out and read the message, which made your heart skip a beat: “I like you. But you only see me as a friend.”
It wasn’t the first time you’d received a confession, but this note felt different. There was a mystery to it that intrigued you.
Confusion swirled in your mind as you tried to piece together who might have left this note. The message was neatly written in capital letters, offering no clues about the writer's identity.
Who could it be?
You had a lot of friends, but who might have done this?
You had male friends, all of whom felt like brothers to you. Could it be one of them? But they were like family.
The note was a sweet but outdated way to confess—charming in its own way but not something you’d expect from anyone in particular. You read it again and again, hoping to find a hint about who it might be from. But aside from the neat handwriting on a blue sticky note, you found nothing.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You immediately sprang out of bed, remembering Seungmin.
“I’m sorry,” you said, peeking through the door.
“It’s okay,” he smiled reassuringly. “I know you were tired, so I decided to come up.”
“Oh, thanks,” you replied, quickly picking up some clothes that were strewn on the floor. You grabbed your assignment and saw the sticky note again, hastily hiding it by placing a book on top.
As you handed over your paper, you decided to test the waters, curious about who the note could be from. “Do you own any sticky notes?” you asked casually.
Seungmin’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
“I was taking notes and thought I might need some,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You have plenty already,” he said, gesturing to the stack of colorful sticky notes on your study table. “And no, I don’t have any. I keep running out of them. I should buy more.”
He glanced at his watch and then looked back at you, his eyes full of concern. “I should go now. You should continue resting, and don’t forget to eat.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. President,” you said, a playful tone in your voice.
“No problem. Take care and always lock your doors. Bye, see you tomorrow.”
Before he left, Seungmin ruffled your hair affectionately.
As the door closed behind him, you found yourself staring at the sticky note again, your mind racing. If it was Seungmin who left the note, did he feel that way about you? His caring nature and playful attitude seemed to match the tone of the note, but could he really be the one?
Then again, what if it wasn’t him? You couldn’t jump to conclusions based solely on a sticky note.
You took a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts aside. Until you had more evidence, you couldn’t be certain. You needed to consider all possibilities before drawing any conclusions.
Sticky notes and neat penmanship alone weren’t enough to figure out who left the note. Everyone in your class had decent handwriting, and blue sticky notes were too common to offer any real clue. They were practically identical—anyone could have bought them. It wasn't unique, not even close.
So who could it be?
"What are you thinking about?"
You were lost in thought when a voice pulled you back to reality. You looked up to see who it was.
"Uh, nothing," you replied, somewhat startled.
It was Changbin.
He was a friend of yours, though vastly different from Seungmin. If Seungmin was a green flag, then Changbin was the complete opposite—a walking red flag who had a reputation for playing with people’s hearts.
"Let me copy your physics assignment," he demanded more than asked, flashing you a grin that was both charming and mischievous.
Changbin had that bad-boy aura, and you sometimes wondered how you two even became friends. But one thing was certain: he couldn’t be the one who left that sticky note in your binder. When Changbin liked someone, he didn’t shy away from telling them directly. He would flirt openly, not leave anonymous notes.
So no, it wasn’t him.
"Why should I?" you replied nonchalantly. You were used to his antics, which might be one of the reasons why you were friends.
"Because I’m cute, and after class, I’ll buy you your favorite toothpaste-flavored ice cream," he teased.
"It’s not toothpaste! It’s mint chocolate!" you corrected, rolling your eyes.
"My bad," he smirked, unfazed. "Now, let me copy."
Too tired to argue further, you handed him your assignment. Changbin eagerly started copying, his focus entirely on the task at hand.
As you watched him scribble down your answers, you noticed his messy handwriting. There was no way it could have been him—the note’s handwriting was neat and careful, the opposite of his chaotic scrawl.
"You really have terrible handwriting. What are you, a kid? It looks like a storm blew through it," you teased, watching him.
"If I had more time, I could make it look like it was printed with a font," he shot back, not looking up. "But since the prof will be here in a few minutes, I don’t care what you say. Now, shush."
You let him finish copying, trying not to overthink the situation again, when suddenly he pulled out a blue sticky note from his bag.
"I almost forgot to give this to you," he said, handing it to you slowly. "It’s the address for the party this weekend. You should come. If I don’t see even a glimpse of you, I won’t enjoy it."
Surprised, you stared at the sticky note in his hand. It was the same color and size as the one you found in your binder. Why would he have this?
Seeing that you weren’t taking it, he grinned mischievously and stuck it to your forehead, laughing at your shocked expression.
Could it be him?
But…
You glanced at the two sticky notes in your hand, comparing them as you strolled through the expansive university yard.
Confessing like this wasn’t his style.
So it couldn’t be, right?
But the sticky notes were identical—the same length, the same height. Plain as they were, they were unmistakably the same.
Yet, you remembered how he would laugh if he knew someone confessed like this. He’d call it plain, boring, and probably mock the person as weak.
You shook off the thought, placing the sticky notes back in your binder and hugging it to your chest, forcing your mind to focus on your lessons.
"Hey, monkey!" You halted mid-step, rolling your eyes at the familiar voice and nickname.
"What?" you snapped, turning to face him.
"So you really accept now that you’re a monkey?" he teased, laughing. It was Minho.
Your friend (well, sort of?). In your group, you were like a cat and dog—he was the cat, and according to him, you were the dog because your face reminded him of one.
Despite the constant teasing, you appreciated how he looked out for you and was always there when you needed him.
But what did he just say?
"I'm not in the mood to fight with you," you muttered. On a normal day, you would have started bickering with him, refusing to back down until he surrendered (yes, like kids). "What are you, a chicken?"
"Oh, you noticed my hair. Do you like it?" he winked.
"You look like a rooster." His hair was dyed orange, and although he didn’t look like a rooster, you wanted to get back at him.
"That's better than being a monkey," he grinned.
"Crazy."
The two of you walked together, talking about random things with the usual bickering sprinkled in. Then, you remembered the sticky note. You knew it wasn’t from him because, well, why would it be?
Still, you decided to show it to him.
"Who do you think did this?" you asked, handing him the note.
He read it aloud, the words dripping with sarcasm, "That’s the cringiest thing I’ve ever read in my whole life."
Just as you expected.
"You shouldn’t say that! He must’ve gathered a lot of courage to do this."
"Why wouldn’t he just tell you in person? Is he weak?" Minho scoffed, lowering his voice when he saw you weren’t amused.
"Maybe he didn’t want to ruin our friendship."
"Then he shouldn’t have liked you in the first place."
"Can we control our feelings? It’s hard, you know!" You rolled your eyes. "Why am I even telling you this? You don’t understand anything," you mumbled, though loud enough for him to hear. "Anyway, I should go. I have something to do at the library."
"I like you."
You froze in your tracks at his words.
"That’s what he should do! It’s really easy, you know," he said, smirking before suddenly sprinting off in the opposite direction.
What was that?
Confused by Minho's words, you made your way to the library, replaying the conversation in your mind.
"What was that? Does he like me, or was he just using it as an example?"
You tried to shrug off the thought as you arrived at the library. The familiar scent of books enveloped you, a comforting distraction.
At the librarian's desk, you spotted Han, your friend who worked there as a student assistant.
"Oh, what brings you here?" he greeted you with a smile, lowering his voice in contrast to Minho’s usual volume.
"Hello. I’m returning this book." You handed him the physics book you had been hugging to your chest.
"Already? Are you sure you’re done with it? It’s okay if you missed the deadline. You know I can always talk to the senior librarian for you," Han offered, his tone warm and reassuring.
If you were to consider another suspect in your mystery investigation, Han would be a possibility. You’d never questioned how he took care of you before, but now, as you tried to solve this puzzle, you began to wonder.
Could he like you?
Or were you just overthinking things?
No, you shouldn’t read too much into Han’s actions. Like Seungmin, he was someone who genuinely cared for the people he loved.
"No, it’s okay. I’m done with it. Thank you, Han. And thanks for the offer—I might take you up on that one day and maybe never return the book," you joked, earning a laugh from him.
"Now I should go. I need to meet Hyunjin—he asked me for a favor."
"Sure! Take care!"
"Thanks. You too."
As you left the library, you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Turning around, you saw Han, slightly out of breath.
"Hey, was this yours? You forgot it," he said, handing you the sticky note.
You didn’t know how it ended up with him, but you quickly took it and placed it in your binder.
"Oh, thanks."
"No worries. That was a cute confession," he said, still catching his breath, then laughed. "I should get back—lots of work to do."
You nodded, watching as he returned to the library.
A question formed in your mind: Was it Han?
Why didn’t he ask who wrote it?
Why wasn’t he curious?
But then, he did ask if it was yours, as if he didn’t know.
So maybe… it wasn’t him.
"You literally owe me for this one," you whined, though you knew you didn’t have much of a choice as you glanced at your friend Hyunjin, a med student with an ever-present smile.
"Yes, I promise I'll buy you whatever you want," he said, clasping his hands together in gratitude, his eyes gleaming with a sincerity that made it hard to stay annoyed. You sighed, relenting, and extended your arm.
He needed a blood sample for one of his "you-don’t-know-the-details" assignments, and apparently, you were exactly what he needed.
Like a seasoned pro, he pricked the needle into your skin and attached a small hose to collect your blood. It wasn’t the first time you’d been his willing guinea pig, but you couldn’t say no to Hyunjin.
"Thank you," he said earnestly after he was done.
"Right. You should be thankful," you retorted with a mock glare, though you couldn’t help but smile when he laughed.
Hyunjin had the most stereotypical 'doctor-y' penmanship you’d ever seen—impossible to decipher, even as you watched him scribble something in his records.
"By the way, I left a note before in your binder," he said casually.
His words rang in your ears. "What note?"
He smirked, clearly enjoying the suspense. "A note about how you should remember to take the vitamins I gave you."
Oh.
Seeing you internalize his words, he added, "And I noticed another note in there." He adjusted his white coat, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And I know who put it there."
You looked up at him, curiosity written all over your face as he towered over you.
"And you should find that out on your own," he teased, winking before walking away, leaving you with more questions than answers.
"Why’d you call me here?" Jeongin asked as he walked into the coffee shop, a guitar slung over his back.
"Because I promised to buy you coffee," you replied with a smile.
Jeongin was a year younger than you, a music major who could play practically any instrument, though piano was his favorite.
"Really? But I’m not craving coffee right now. You should buy me a meal. I’m hungry," he said, not even trying to be cute but somehow managing to be utterly adorable.
As per his request, the two of you headed to a nearby restaurant. You let him order whatever he wanted and watched as he dug into his food.
"You must’ve been really hungry," you remarked.
"I didn’t have lunch or dinner yet," he admitted between bites.
"You shouldn’t skip meals like that! Our bodies are our main investment. We need to take care of them," you scolded, playing the role of the older sibling.
"I know, Mom," he teased.
"Good son," you laughed.
"Are you going to Changbin’s party?" he asked after stuffing more food into his mouth. You took a sip of your strawberry latte, considering your answer.
"I don’t know. I’m kinda busy."
He got back to eating, and you hesitated, feeling a question bubbling up inside you. It felt awkward, but you knew you wouldn’t be at peace until you asked.
"Uh, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"You're already doing it," he said, his mouth still half-full.
"Let me finish!," you squinted at him. "This question is kinda weird, but…"
"Faster! I’m curious!" He leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Uh, do you know if anyone who’s close to us… erm…" You coughed, trying to find the right words. "…likes me? I mean, like, likes me?"
Jeongin looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "I don’t know who, but I know everyone loves you."
Well, that much was true—friendship came naturally with your group.
"And me too. I love you," he added casually.
"Aw, thank you. I love you too."
He didn’t reply, just smiled at you for a moment before turning back to his meal, leaving you with a warm feeling that was hard to shake.
"I'm so tired of that neighbor of mine!" Felix, a friend who lived three floors above you, burst into your apartment wearing pajamas and hugging his pillow.
"You can’t sleep again?" you asked, watching as he plopped down onto your sofa bed with a dramatic sigh.
"I don’t know what the hell he’s doing in the middle of the night! Was he doing construction or something?" he whined, making himself comfortable. "Oh, this is so comfortable. Let me crash here."
It wasn’t the first time he’d crashed at your place, so you were used to it. You didn’t mind at all.
"Did I bother you?" he asked, his head still buried in the pillow.
"Never."
"I should really move to this floor. It’s so peaceful."
"You could always move into my apartment and be my roommate," you suggested, a plan you’d considered before.
"No way. Someone might get angry."
"Who would that be?"
Felix didn’t answer, his silence leaving the question hanging in the air. You thought he might be teasing, but his continued silence suggested otherwise.
"And I don’t think I could handle living with you," he added.
"Why’s that?"
Once again, he didn’t respond.
"You should get some sleep. It’s past midnight," you said, heading toward your room.
As you were about to close the door, Felix called out, "I know about the blue sticky note in your binder."
You stopped in your tracks.
"Keep it, okay?" he said with a knowing smile before burying himself back into the pillow.
You wanted to ask more, but Felix seemed to be done with the conversation. With a curious mind, you went to bed, pondering over his cryptic words.
“Chan, did you really make this?” you asked, your voice brimming with excitement as you listened intently.
He nodded, a broad grin spreading across his face as he observed your reaction.
“This is the best music I’ve ever heard!” you exclaimed, pressing the earphones deeper into your ears.
“Oh, of course you’d say that because I’m your friend,” Chan said with a chuckle.
“No, I’m serious!” you replied, though you could only read his lips. The music’s high volume made it difficult to hear clearly. “This is amazing!”
“Yeah, that’s Han in the background and Changbin rapping.”
You bobbed your head along with the beats, completely immersed in the music Chan had created.
“Was Jeongin in it?” you asked, recognizing a familiar voice.
“Yes, and Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, and Seungmi—”
“This part is definitely Seungmin!” you shouted, and Chan laughed at your enthusiasm.
You continued listening, enjoying every note until the very last one, which was a soft piano melody.
“Wow, that was beautiful! I still can’t believe my friend created this. It’s a masterpiece.”
“Oh, thanks. That’s a great compliment from the person the song was inspired by,” Chan said with a knowing smile.
You didn’t catch that last part, too absorbed in the music to fully register his words.
“What’s the title of the song?” you asked, still in awe.
“Blue Sticky Note.”
The title made you stop dead in your tracks. Chan’s gaze lingered on you with an unreadable expression, as if he knew something you didn’t.
The realization hit you—the lyrics, the melody, everything about the song—
We’ve been friends for so long, shared laughter and tears,
But there’s something more inside, I’ve held back for years.
So I turned our feelings into a song, hoping you’d see,
How much you mean to me, how much you mean to me.
Oh, blue sticky note, you’re my secret, my confession,
Wrapped in notes and beats, my heart’s true expression.
In every verse, in every line, it’s you I adore,
From a simple blue sticky note to a melody I’m pouring out.
it was all connected to the note you had hidden in your binder.
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It's a Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to Do...
Hyunjin x reader!!!! genre; fluff. word count:2.5k
summary; its a beautiful night were looking for something dumb to do.. hey baby i think i wanna marry you. love can indeed make you dumb!
a/n: hope you like it


Wedding bells were ringing.
Choirs were singing softly in the background, the melody echoing off the stained glass windows like a warm embrace. I stood still, bouquet in hand, heart fluttering in sync with the rhythm of the moment. I smoothed out the creases in my satin skirt, fingertips trembling slightly. This was it. My cue.
The doors creaked open. The red carpet stretched before me like a dream, and I took a deep breath before stepping forward.
Guests turned. Eyes followed. Smiles lit up.
But my gaze was fixed ahead—at the altar.
There he was.
The groom.
His lips curled into a trembling smile, his eyes glistening. He looked like he was trying not to cry. I couldn't help but smile too, especially when I saw his best man teasing him and snapping candid photos.
Camera flashes flickered like fireflies. Blinding, almost. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could ruin this feeling.
Because today, my best friend was getting married. And I was her maid of honor.
I stood proudly at my designated spot and turned, waiting for her—the bride. And when the white gate opened, the world stilled.
The opening chords of a familiar song played, the very one we had promised each other we'd walk down the aisle to someday. It hit me like a wave.
Tears pricked at my eyes.
She appeared, glowing like a dream, dressed in white. Every step she took was full of certainty, joy, and love.
The way they looked at each other—him at the altar, her from the end of the aisle—it was as if the universe wrote them into each other's pages long before they ever met.
Destiny. That’s what it looked like.
And I was proud. So proud to be standing here, witnessing their love story reach its forever.
I blinked away the tears and tilted my head down slightly. That’s when I noticed someone watching me.
A man.
He was seated two rows from the front. Clean-cut suit. Kind eyes. When our eyes met, he offered a small smile. Gentle. Brief. Then he turned his attention back to the bride.
The ceremony began. I carried out my role as maid of honor with honor and tears—especially during the vow exchange. The love in their words was so raw, so real, that even the toughest souls in the room couldn’t keep from tearing up.
"You are my home," she said.
"And you are my every tomorrow," he replied.
Then, the words that sealed everything: "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Applause erupted. Hearts swelled.
It was perfect. They were perfect. And yet, a question lingered quietly inside me: Will love like this ever find me? And if it does—when?
Later, during the photoshoot, we gathered against a backdrop of cascading roses under a soft golden sky. Laughter and joy filled the air like champagne bubbles. We took hundreds of pictures—silly ones, sweet ones, teary-eyed group hugs.
The weather was perfect. The mood? Even better.
As I trailed behind the group toward the dining hall, savoring the lingering magic of the ceremony, someone stepped in my path.
The man from earlier.
He stood there with an easy smile that tugged at something inside me.
"Can I take a photo with the most beautiful maid of honor tonight?" he asked, extending his hand like a gentleman from a fairytale.
My heart skipped.
I let out a soft laugh, trying not to look too flustered. "Sure," I murmured, placing my hand in his.
His grip was warm, reassuring. As we stood together for the picture, I could feel something shift in the air—a subtle, quiet spark. The kind that doesn't need fireworks to be felt.
Click.
A snapshot of something that hadn't even started yet—but maybe, just maybe, could.
And I smiled.
The after-party had begun in full swing. Laughter echoed from all corners of the venue, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and music humming in the background. Everyone seemed to have someone to talk to… everyone except me.
The bride—my best friend—had promised not to leave me alone, but I knew she had to entertain guests. It was her night, and she deserved to shine without worry.
I took another sip of champagne from my glass, the bubbles tickling my throat, then quietly stood and slipped out toward the nearest balcony.
The night air greeted me gently.
They really did pick the perfect venue. The garden was covered in hundreds of blooming roses, now lit up with soft golden lights that wrapped around every trellis and arch. Even in darkness, the flowers stood proud—brilliant and unbothered, basking under the glow like they belonged to the stars.
The ambience felt like a dream. The air—just the right kind of cool—filled my lungs in a way I didn't realize I needed. I closed my eyes and let it calm me. This was peace.
“Why are you out here alone?”
I opened my eyes. There he was again—the man from earlier. The one who asked to take a photo with me. He stood under the soft balcony lights, champagne in hand, suit jacket now slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his eyes gentle yet mischievous. Handsome… in a way that made it hard not to stare for a second too long.
He offered a small bow with his glass raised. “Hyunjin,” he introduced with a playful smile. “And you are?”
“Y/N.”
“Such a beautiful name,” he said, voice soft but sincere.
We stood in silence for a moment, watching the twinkling lights wrap around the rose bushes.
“This wedding,” I started, looking out into the garden. “It’s like something out of a fairytale. Honestly… a wedding like this has always been my dream.”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning slightly toward me. “The whole concept of marriage?”
I smiled wistfully. “I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s just something every woman dreams of at some point—finding true love, walking down the aisle, starting forever with someone who chooses you every day.”
He sipped from his glass, eyes thoughtful. “Marriage isn’t just about choosing the perfect person. It’s about choosing the same person, over and over again—even when they’re imperfect. Even when the world tries to convince you otherwise.”
That made me turn to him, brows lifting slightly in surprise. “That’s… actually really beautiful.”
He looked at me, smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks.”
I stared back into the garden, voice softer now. “The only problem is finding that kind of love in the first place.”
I didn’t say it out loud, but in my mind I whispered it,
Love hasn’t been kind to me.
I’ve tried. I’ve hoped. I’ve loved deeply.
And I’ve been left empty just the same.
Sometimes, I think maybe true love is just for the lucky ones… and maybe I’m not one of them.
Hyunjin glanced at me, seeming to understand even the words I didn’t say.
“There’s no such thing as lucky or unlucky in love,” he said quietly. “Sometimes, it’s just… not your time yet.”
I looked at him—his eyes didn’t waver. There was something steady about him, calm yet captivating. The type of guy who made you feel heard even when you weren’t saying a thing. And damn, was he handsome. Not just in the sharp jawline, straight nose, or those expressive eyes… but in the way he carried himself. Like he didn’t need to be loud to be seen.
“Lucky ones are those who find love on their first try,” I murmured. “The unlucky ones keep searching, even after being shattered two… three times. I hate that love plays favorites like that.”
Hyunjin turned to face me fully now. “Don’t blame love,” he said, voice low but firm. “Love never promises to come easy. It just asks that you don’t stop believing in it.”
And in that moment, I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or kiss the wind for bringing someone like him to this balcony.
"Have you ever experienced love?" I asked, eyes searching his in the dim light.
"A lot of times, actually…" Hyunjin replied after a pause. "Because love isn’t just something you feel for one person. It’s everywhere—through friends, family, even strangers sometimes."
I stared at him, a little stunned by the simplicity of his truth. “So… I have experienced what love is,” I said with a quiet laugh at my own realization.
He smiled, leaning on the balcony railing. “Like how you and your bestfriend loved each other. I saw it tonight.”
“Right…” I nodded slowly, warmth creeping into my chest. “So I am… loved.”
Hyunjin turned to me fully, his voice gentle. “You are always loved.”
Silence fell between us, but it wasn’t heavy. It felt like stillness—like peace.
And then, maybe out of courage—or maybe just the champagne—I looked at him and asked, “If you were willing to commit… would you be ready?”
He met my eyes, not shying away. “If I was given the chance,” he said, “why wouldn’t I be?”
A little laugh escaped me. “Do you have a girl?” I asked, more nervous than I wanted to admit.
He shook his head, smiling a little sadly. “Got heartbroken. And then… attending this kind of wedding?” He let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s just say, it doesn’t really help.”
I laughed, too. Somehow, heartbreak shared in moonlight felt softer.
The night continued.
We kept talking.
About life.
About the silly things.
About dreams and fears.
And what we’d name our future dogs.
We laughed too much. Smiled too wide. Drank our champagne with stars above and music muffled in the background.
Then, in the middle of everything, I murmured, “I think Anna’s feelings were valid…”
“Anna?” he asked, confused.
“In the disney movie,” I smiled, “the one who wanted to marry the man she just met.”
Hyunjin stared at me for a moment, eyes full of something I couldn’t quite name.
And then, almost like a whisper, I asked, “Will you marry me?”
His lips curved upward. “Yes.”
And indeed…
It was a beautiful night.
And we were just looking for something dumb to do.
The music from the hall floated softly through the open balcony doors—warm, slow, tender. Without a word, Hyunjin reached out his hand toward me.
“May I have this dance?” he asked with a grin that could melt the moon.
I laughed, cheeks pink from wine and something far more dangerous—hope.
“Sure,” I whispered, slipping my hand into his.
There, under the stars and garden lights, we swayed in each other’s arms. It wasn’t perfect dancing. There were giggles, a few stumbles, and awkward steps—but it didn’t matter. The world around us faded. It was just him. Me. And the music.
He twirled me once, and I almost fell into him, laughing against his chest. His arms tightened around me like he never wanted to let go. Maybe… I didn’t want him to either.
And then, like two kids playing house, we got even dumber.
He looked out over the rose-lit garden and pointed at the red carpet still rolled out from the ceremony.
“What if…” he started, raising a playful brow.
“What?” I smirked.
“We redo the wedding.”
“Our own version?”
He grinned. “Why not?”
It was the dumbest, most wonderful idea.
So I walked to the far end of the garden where the carpet began.
The soft garden lights made everything glow like a fairy tale. The altar stood empty except for one man. Hyunjin.
He stood tall at the front, straightening an imaginary tux, waiting as if he’d waited forever.
I smoothed my dress and lifted a bouquet of roses I borrowed from a centerpiece. Deep breath. I walked the red carpet like I owned it.
He looked at me with that same smile—the one full of awe, like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I laughed mid-walk, nearly tripping. He laughed too, rubbing at his eyes like he couldn’t believe this was real.
There was no priest. No guests. No formal vows.
Just us.
When I reached him, he cleared his throat dramatically. “I vow to always be this dumb if it means doing life with you.”
I laughed through the lump in my throat. “I vow to not run away next time I fall in love… especially if it’s with you.”
We didn’t have rings—so he pulled the tab from his beer can and slid it onto my finger.
I did the same with mine.
Then, without permission from anyone but the sky, we kissed. Not just any kiss.
But the kind that rewrites endings.
That makes you forget about all the pain that came before.
Because love does make you dumb.
A man who wasn’t looking for love… got hurt by it, but never blamed it.
A girl who didn’t believe in love… dumb from love, bruised by love… still chose to look for it anyway.
And maybe that was the miracle of it.
Maybe being dumb in love…
is the smartest thing they’ve ever done.
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Accidentally in Love (bangchan x reader) -You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.
...So much I think it must be True love (part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..") (Seungmin x reader) - It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
Leave Before You Love Me (Minho x reader) - Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️
It's a Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to Do.. (Hyunjin x reader!) - its a beautiful night were looking for something dumb to do.. hey baby i think i wanna marry you. love can indeed make you dumb!
One shot:
Like I do ( skz jeongin x reader) -fluff you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.
How to love? (skz seungmin x reader) - fluff, angst You are just curious what love is, and you asked for tips from your friend, who just willingly helped you.
Want so bad (skz Lee know x reader) - fluff Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.
Maybe This time ( skz jisung x reader) - fluff, angst Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past.
Unseen Barriers (skz felix x reader) - fluff You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
How can i move on? (minho x reader x jisung) - fluff, angst How do you move on from your ex who hurt you? Jisung knows, but it seems you have another way.
At the same time I wanna hug you (I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)- seungmin x reader! enemies to lovers! -if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool.
Time and again (chan x reader x hyunjin) - fluff You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.
Series:
Blue Sticky Note (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.
Blue Sticky Note part 2 (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff, angst you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note you found in your binder, but then keep denying it.
Stack of books (bsn ending #1) - han x reader x skz
falling in the wrong way (bsn ending #2) - minho x reader x skz
I hate to admit (bsn ending #3) - changbin x reader x skz
You were beautiful (bsn ending #4) - seungmin x reader x skz
this is going to hurt (bsn ending #5) - hyunjin x reader x skz
swear it again (bsn ending #6) - chan x reader x skz
knock on your door (bsn ending #7) - felix x reader x skz
... maybe that's why (bsn ending #8) - jeongin x reader x skz
Blue sticky note (Final Chapter) straykids ot8 x reader!! -because of that blue sticky notes, you now know what you want. and that was to keep them all.
note: this will update timely note2: also please bear with me im an uni student and dont have always time to update but ill do it as i can (and yes no nsfw in this blog)
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It's a Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to Do...
Hyunjin x reader!!!! genre; fluff. word count:2.5k
summary; its a beautiful night were looking for something dumb to do.. hey baby i think i wanna marry you. love can indeed make you dumb!
a/n: hope you like it


Wedding bells were ringing.
Choirs were singing softly in the background, the melody echoing off the stained glass windows like a warm embrace. I stood still, bouquet in hand, heart fluttering in sync with the rhythm of the moment. I smoothed out the creases in my satin skirt, fingertips trembling slightly. This was it. My cue.
The doors creaked open. The red carpet stretched before me like a dream, and I took a deep breath before stepping forward.
Guests turned. Eyes followed. Smiles lit up.
But my gaze was fixed ahead—at the altar.
There he was.
The groom.
His lips curled into a trembling smile, his eyes glistening. He looked like he was trying not to cry. I couldn't help but smile too, especially when I saw his best man teasing him and snapping candid photos.
Camera flashes flickered like fireflies. Blinding, almost. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could ruin this feeling.
Because today, my best friend was getting married. And I was her maid of honor.
I stood proudly at my designated spot and turned, waiting for her—the bride. And when the white gate opened, the world stilled.
The opening chords of a familiar song played, the very one we had promised each other we'd walk down the aisle to someday. It hit me like a wave.
Tears pricked at my eyes.
She appeared, glowing like a dream, dressed in white. Every step she took was full of certainty, joy, and love.
The way they looked at each other—him at the altar, her from the end of the aisle—it was as if the universe wrote them into each other's pages long before they ever met.
Destiny. That’s what it looked like.
And I was proud. So proud to be standing here, witnessing their love story reach its forever.
I blinked away the tears and tilted my head down slightly. That’s when I noticed someone watching me.
A man.
He was seated two rows from the front. Clean-cut suit. Kind eyes. When our eyes met, he offered a small smile. Gentle. Brief. Then he turned his attention back to the bride.
The ceremony began. I carried out my role as maid of honor with honor and tears—especially during the vow exchange. The love in their words was so raw, so real, that even the toughest souls in the room couldn’t keep from tearing up.
"You are my home," she said.
"And you are my every tomorrow," he replied.
Then, the words that sealed everything: "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Applause erupted. Hearts swelled.
It was perfect. They were perfect. And yet, a question lingered quietly inside me: Will love like this ever find me? And if it does—when?
Later, during the photoshoot, we gathered against a backdrop of cascading roses under a soft golden sky. Laughter and joy filled the air like champagne bubbles. We took hundreds of pictures—silly ones, sweet ones, teary-eyed group hugs.
The weather was perfect. The mood? Even better.
As I trailed behind the group toward the dining hall, savoring the lingering magic of the ceremony, someone stepped in my path.
The man from earlier.
He stood there with an easy smile that tugged at something inside me.
"Can I take a photo with the most beautiful maid of honor tonight?" he asked, extending his hand like a gentleman from a fairytale.
My heart skipped.
I let out a soft laugh, trying not to look too flustered. "Sure," I murmured, placing my hand in his.
His grip was warm, reassuring. As we stood together for the picture, I could feel something shift in the air—a subtle, quiet spark. The kind that doesn't need fireworks to be felt.
Click.
A snapshot of something that hadn't even started yet—but maybe, just maybe, could.
And I smiled.
The after-party had begun in full swing. Laughter echoed from all corners of the venue, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and music humming in the background. Everyone seemed to have someone to talk to… everyone except me.
The bride—my best friend—had promised not to leave me alone, but I knew she had to entertain guests. It was her night, and she deserved to shine without worry.
I took another sip of champagne from my glass, the bubbles tickling my throat, then quietly stood and slipped out toward the nearest balcony.
The night air greeted me gently.
They really did pick the perfect venue. The garden was covered in hundreds of blooming roses, now lit up with soft golden lights that wrapped around every trellis and arch. Even in darkness, the flowers stood proud—brilliant and unbothered, basking under the glow like they belonged to the stars.
The ambience felt like a dream. The air—just the right kind of cool—filled my lungs in a way I didn't realize I needed. I closed my eyes and let it calm me. This was peace.
“Why are you out here alone?”
I opened my eyes. There he was again—the man from earlier. The one who asked to take a photo with me. He stood under the soft balcony lights, champagne in hand, suit jacket now slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his eyes gentle yet mischievous. Handsome… in a way that made it hard not to stare for a second too long.
He offered a small bow with his glass raised. “Hyunjin,” he introduced with a playful smile. “And you are?”
“Y/N.”
“Such a beautiful name,” he said, voice soft but sincere.
We stood in silence for a moment, watching the twinkling lights wrap around the rose bushes.
“This wedding,” I started, looking out into the garden. “It’s like something out of a fairytale. Honestly… a wedding like this has always been my dream.”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning slightly toward me. “The whole concept of marriage?”
I smiled wistfully. “I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s just something every woman dreams of at some point—finding true love, walking down the aisle, starting forever with someone who chooses you every day.”
He sipped from his glass, eyes thoughtful. “Marriage isn’t just about choosing the perfect person. It’s about choosing the same person, over and over again—even when they’re imperfect. Even when the world tries to convince you otherwise.”
That made me turn to him, brows lifting slightly in surprise. “That’s… actually really beautiful.”
He looked at me, smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks.”
I stared back into the garden, voice softer now. “The only problem is finding that kind of love in the first place.”
I didn’t say it out loud, but in my mind I whispered it,
Love hasn’t been kind to me.
I’ve tried. I’ve hoped. I’ve loved deeply.
And I’ve been left empty just the same.
Sometimes, I think maybe true love is just for the lucky ones… and maybe I’m not one of them.
Hyunjin glanced at me, seeming to understand even the words I didn’t say.
“There’s no such thing as lucky or unlucky in love,” he said quietly. “Sometimes, it’s just… not your time yet.”
I looked at him—his eyes didn’t waver. There was something steady about him, calm yet captivating. The type of guy who made you feel heard even when you weren’t saying a thing. And damn, was he handsome. Not just in the sharp jawline, straight nose, or those expressive eyes… but in the way he carried himself. Like he didn’t need to be loud to be seen.
“Lucky ones are those who find love on their first try,” I murmured. “The unlucky ones keep searching, even after being shattered two… three times. I hate that love plays favorites like that.”
Hyunjin turned to face me fully now. “Don’t blame love,” he said, voice low but firm. “Love never promises to come easy. It just asks that you don’t stop believing in it.”
And in that moment, I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or kiss the wind for bringing someone like him to this balcony.
"Have you ever experienced love?" I asked, eyes searching his in the dim light.
"A lot of times, actually…" Hyunjin replied after a pause. "Because love isn’t just something you feel for one person. It’s everywhere—through friends, family, even strangers sometimes."
I stared at him, a little stunned by the simplicity of his truth. “So… I have experienced what love is,” I said with a quiet laugh at my own realization.
He smiled, leaning on the balcony railing. “Like how you and your bestfriend loved each other. I saw it tonight.”
“Right…” I nodded slowly, warmth creeping into my chest. “So I am… loved.”
Hyunjin turned to me fully, his voice gentle. “You are always loved.”
Silence fell between us, but it wasn’t heavy. It felt like stillness—like peace.
And then, maybe out of courage—or maybe just the champagne—I looked at him and asked, “If you were willing to commit… would you be ready?”
He met my eyes, not shying away. “If I was given the chance,” he said, “why wouldn’t I be?”
A little laugh escaped me. “Do you have a girl?” I asked, more nervous than I wanted to admit.
He shook his head, smiling a little sadly. “Got heartbroken. And then… attending this kind of wedding?” He let out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s just say, it doesn’t really help.”
I laughed, too. Somehow, heartbreak shared in moonlight felt softer.
The night continued.
We kept talking.
About life.
About the silly things.
About dreams and fears.
And what we’d name our future dogs.
We laughed too much. Smiled too wide. Drank our champagne with stars above and music muffled in the background.
Then, in the middle of everything, I murmured, “I think Anna’s feelings were valid…”
“Anna?” he asked, confused.
“In the disney movie,” I smiled, “the one who wanted to marry the man she just met.”
Hyunjin stared at me for a moment, eyes full of something I couldn’t quite name.
And then, almost like a whisper, I asked, “Will you marry me?”
His lips curved upward. “Yes.”
And indeed…
It was a beautiful night.
And we were just looking for something dumb to do.
The music from the hall floated softly through the open balcony doors—warm, slow, tender. Without a word, Hyunjin reached out his hand toward me.
“May I have this dance?” he asked with a grin that could melt the moon.
I laughed, cheeks pink from wine and something far more dangerous—hope.
“Sure,” I whispered, slipping my hand into his.
There, under the stars and garden lights, we swayed in each other’s arms. It wasn’t perfect dancing. There were giggles, a few stumbles, and awkward steps—but it didn’t matter. The world around us faded. It was just him. Me. And the music.
He twirled me once, and I almost fell into him, laughing against his chest. His arms tightened around me like he never wanted to let go. Maybe… I didn’t want him to either.
And then, like two kids playing house, we got even dumber.
He looked out over the rose-lit garden and pointed at the red carpet still rolled out from the ceremony.
“What if…” he started, raising a playful brow.
“What?” I smirked.
“We redo the wedding.”
“Our own version?”
He grinned. “Why not?”
It was the dumbest, most wonderful idea.
So I walked to the far end of the garden where the carpet began.
The soft garden lights made everything glow like a fairy tale. The altar stood empty except for one man. Hyunjin.
He stood tall at the front, straightening an imaginary tux, waiting as if he’d waited forever.
I smoothed my dress and lifted a bouquet of roses I borrowed from a centerpiece. Deep breath. I walked the red carpet like I owned it.
He looked at me with that same smile—the one full of awe, like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I laughed mid-walk, nearly tripping. He laughed too, rubbing at his eyes like he couldn’t believe this was real.
There was no priest. No guests. No formal vows.
Just us.
When I reached him, he cleared his throat dramatically. “I vow to always be this dumb if it means doing life with you.”
I laughed through the lump in my throat. “I vow to not run away next time I fall in love… especially if it’s with you.”
We didn’t have rings—so he pulled the tab from his beer can and slid it onto my finger.
I did the same with mine.
Then, without permission from anyone but the sky, we kissed. Not just any kiss.
But the kind that rewrites endings.
That makes you forget about all the pain that came before.
Because love does make you dumb.
A man who wasn’t looking for love… got hurt by it, but never blamed it.
A girl who didn’t believe in love… dumb from love, bruised by love… still chose to look for it anyway.
And maybe that was the miracle of it.
Maybe being dumb in love…
is the smartest thing they’ve ever done.
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Leave Before You Love Me
Minho x reader!! Leeknow x reader!! genre; fluff, angst. word count:6.8k
summary; "Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️ an: i think.. im back? huhu. hi guys please enjoy this fic! ill make it up to you guys ill update. i hope you like this


I was always faithful.
Faithful to my long-term girlfriend.
I loved seeing her wake up beside me.
I loved how her eyes fluttered open slowly, how her lashes brushed her cheeks, and how she smiled half-asleep the moment she saw me watching.
I loved how she giggled when she ate her ice cream, always with that little crinkle in her nose.
How her eyes lit up like fairy lights whenever I surprised her.
How she looked funny, cute, and stunningly beautiful all at once—especially when I took stolen shots of her. She hated them. But I loved them. I loved her.
I loved how her hair smelled like home.
I loved when she cooked me my favorite dish, even after a long day.
I loved how she immediately hugged the stuffed toys I gave her like they were her most prized treasures.
How she teared up when I gave her flowers like it was the first bouquet she ever received.
How she kissed me with pure joy and whispered, "I missed you," every time I came home from work trips.
How she cried and hugged me tight like I was the only one she could hold on to.
I loved her.
Her touch.
Her kisses.
Her voice.
I loved her so much that I could picture us sitting on a porch at ninety—wrinkled, slow, but still hand in hand. Kids calling us Mommy and Daddy. A lifetime of shared mornings and sleepy goodnights.
I loved her so much that I’d give her the world, without hesitation.
I was sure of it.
Really…
Really?
I love her so much…
But then… why am I feeling this way?
I love her so much—I’m confident in it.
But why, when I see her smile… does my heart flutter in a way it shouldn't?
I love my girlfriend. I do. But why do I find myself hoping that the smile of that girl with the yellow top never fades?
Why does it hurt seeing her cry silently after getting scolded by our boss, even though she tries so hard not to show it?
Why…?
Just why?
Maybe… maybe I only feel sad for her. She told me her life’s been hard. No parents. No one to go home to. Maybe I just pity her.
Yes. Maybe she just needs someone. Maybe she’s like a sister to me.
Right?
Right.
Of course.
I love my girlfriend so much that when summer break in our company starts, I’ll finally take her on that trip. I’ll kneel, open the little box, and propose like I’ve always planned. Like I should.
I was about to smash the printer when all the papers came out blank. Again.
Like seriously—why do printers break only when you're in a rush?
“Woah! Don’t do that to Mr. Grr!”
I froze, caught off guard by the familiar voice of Y/N, my co-worker.
“You call it what?” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.
“Mr. Grr,” she repeated without blinking. “And you shouldn’t hit him. He gets worse when he’s scared.”
She took the paper from my hands like she was a printer whisperer, tapping the buttons gently and patting it like it was a crying baby.
“Mr. Grr, not now please. We’re all stressed. Just do your thing, okay?” she mumbled, still gently coaxing it.
I couldn’t help but stare. “Gentle parenting doesn’t work on machines,” I muttered, half-laughing.
But she didn’t even hear me—she was too focused.
“I promise! This worked last time!” She tapped it again, pressing a different combo of buttons, like she was entering a cheat code for patience.
Still… nothing. The printer continued to spit out blank sheets like a passive-aggressive ghost.
I sighed, frustrated, about to raise my fist—
—and she beat me to it.
“YOU USELESS PIECE OF—” she kicked it. Then again. And again.
I should’ve stopped her. I really should’ve.
But all I could do was laugh. Laugh like an idiot.
Because it was so her.
Unpredictable.
Passionate.
Weird.
And when the manager started walking over, already frowning, I stepped in without thinking.
I grabbed her hand gently. “Hey, hey. Calm down,” I said, still laughing.
She looked at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. And suddenly it was too quiet.
Too soft.
Mr. Grr, huh?
It was lunchtime.
As usual, if you’re an employed person—even if you're starving—you can’t fully enjoy your food. Your mind stays glued to deadlines and unfinished reports. Even if the food tastes good, your body just… doesn’t digest it well.
I was about to call Kim-- my girlfriends, and tell her I’d be doing overtime again because of the mountain of work. But she didn’t answer her phone. I understood. She was a virtual assistant—she had her own deadlines to fight.
I missed her.
We only saw each other twice a week now—every weekend because she works in another city.
Our apartment felt emptier without her.
I took a bite of my braised pork and lazily looked around the cafeteria. That’s when I saw something at the counter.
Her.
Y/N. Again.
Why do I keep seeing her everywhere lately?
"I'm really sorry! I tripped!"
A flustered employee bent down, trying to help wipe Y/N’s now-stained uniform.
A lot of food had splashed onto her. The floor was a mess. People were scrambling to help clean up while others just stood awkwardly watching.
But what caught me wasn’t the mess.
It was her expression.
No anger. No disgust. Not even a frustrated sigh.
She just stood there—shocked, maybe—but then took a napkin from her tray and simply said, “It’s okay.”
And smiled.
If it were me, I’d understand the employee too. Maybe they were tired. Stressed. We all have off days.
But I didn’t expect her to be that calm. Most people—especially girls with nice clothes—would’ve at least frowned or snapped.
She left her tray on the table and quietly walked away, probably heading to the nearest restroom.
I shrugged and continued eating.
She’s fine.
She can handle herself.
Everything has a solution.
Right?
I waited outside the nearest restroom.
Leaning against the wall, jacket in hand, I checked my watch.
Only five minutes left in my break.
I kept glancing toward the women’s restroom, only to awkwardly look away whenever someone came out. I must’ve looked suspicious, standing here like some confused mannequin.
Where was she?
She never came back to her seat. The food on her tray was left untouched. That’s why I brought this jacket.
Wait… what am I even doing?
What are you doing?
I blinked at the realization.
Why did I even care that she didn’t come back?
Why was I picturing her silently crying in a cubicle, trying to wash off stains that wouldn’t come out?
I turned, ready to walk away.
I’m just helping her because I’m a good guy. Yes. That’s it.
I’m concerned.
Any friend would be.
Other co-workers probably worried about her too.
So it’s fine. I’m just… thoughtful.
Stop overthinking. Not everything has to mean something.
I checked my watch again. Still waiting.
And then—finally—she came out.
Her uniform was a little damp, her hair slightly messy.
“Oh! Mr. Lee?” she blinked in surprise when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”
“I… I saw what happened earlier. Thought maybe you needed help,” I said, stumbling a bit over my words. Why was I nervous?
“Ah, yes. Haha…” she let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thanks for the concern. I actually found a solution.”
She glanced down at her shirt.
“I washed it in the sink and stood under the hand dryer for like ten minutes. It’s not fully dry, but it’ll do.”
Of course she figured it out.
Of course she handled it herself.
“Well, that’s good,” I said, looking at the jacket in my hand. It wasn’t needed anymore.
“I guess I’ll head back to work now.”
“Okay. Thank you again,” she said, smiling.
“…Your food is cold now.”
That slipped out before I could stop it.
I turned and walked away.
“Thanks again!” she called out from behind.
We had an emergency meeting this afternoon.
It was serious. Heavy. Like we were all standing on the edge of a cliff.
The manager stood at the front, arms crossed, his usual light tone replaced by pressure. "Our company’s performance has dropped significantly this quarter,” he started. “If this keeps up, the next step is downsizing. We need ideas—concrete ones. What can we improve? Streamline? Cut back on?"
Silence.
The room was stiff. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone exchanged glances. No one wanted to speak first.
I cleared my throat and slowly raised my hand. “Well, I’ve been checking our logistics reports… and I think we’ve been spending way too much on outsourced tech services that we can actually handle in-house if we just retrain some of our own staff. It’ll cost less long-term, and we already have the talent.”
There were murmurs. A few people nodded. The manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s… a very valid point, Mr. Lee. Retraining instead of outsourcing could cut costs and boost productivity. Noted.”
I nodded and sat back down, feeling that slight burn of attention. But just before I could fully relax, I caught her eyes.
Y/N.
Sitting right across from me.
She had her pen poised over her tablet, her eyes laser-focused like she was calculating something. Then, she blinked and looked away, fixing her gaze on the monitor. Was she thinking about what I said?
The next speaker was called. I tried to listen.
Then came her name.
I thought she'd just stand up and share some points verbally like the rest of us, but to my surprise—she stood, walked to the front, and connected her tablet to the monitor.
Wait… she made a presentation? Just like that? How?
And then she started talking.
She outlined all the ideas discussed—mine included—but added layers to them. More logic. More context. She tied them together into a cohesive plan, all while speaking with such quiet confidence that even our manager stopped frowning.
I’d known she was smart.
But I didn’t know she was… this.
Maybe I never really paid enough attention.
But now I couldn’t stop.
After the meeting, everyone looked… lighter. Like that tight knot in our throats had finally been untangled. We’d done something good. Maybe, just maybe, we bought the company some time.
I packed my things and sent Kim a quick message:
“Finished work early tonight. Hope you’re doing okay. Get some rest.”
Then I joined the others by the elevator.
"You wanna come with us, Mr. Lee?" Chan asked. “We’re going for a drink—just to celebrate not crashing and burning today.”
“Maybe next time,” I smiled politely. “I just wanna sleep right now.”
"Can I go with you guys?"
We turned around.
It was her.
Y/N. Still full of life, like she hadn’t just gone through a draining day.
“Of course, come on,” said Mr. Han cheerfully.
I sighed quietly. I really didn’t want to go. I hated hangovers.
“You should join us, Mr. Lee,” she said, turning to me with a small smile. “Little wins should still be celebrated.”
“He’s tired,” Chan answered for me, smiling knowingly.
I don’t know how I ended up here.
A round table filled with hot soup, sizzling grilled meat, and coworkers laughing too loud. Juniors passed around shot glasses like it was tradition. Someone cranked up a K-pop song in the background.
Maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt.
But this girl beside me?
She clearly didn’t stop at just one.
“Stop drinking already!” Jisung nudged Y/N’s glass away.
“What are you, my boyfriend?” she slurred, laughing as she tried to pour herself another shot. “Why would I listen to youuu?”
“Because we’re concerned! Jeez!”
The others laughed, shaking their heads.
I looked at her.
Cheeks flushed. Hair a little messy from moving too much. Eyes gleaming under the dim lights.
She was loud and chaotic and real.
The kind of person you couldn’t ignore, even when you tried.
Then she turned to me.
"You were cool today, Mr. Lee," she said casually, almost like it didn’t mean much.
But her eyes were warm. Steady. "Like… really. The way you spoke earlier during the meeting? I don’t know, it was… I guess I never really noticed how sharp you are when you’re focused."
I blinked.
I’ve heard compliments before. I know I do my job well. I’ve been praised by higher-ups. Kim always tells me I’m smart and capable.
But for some reason… Hearing it from her felt different.
It didn’t just land in my ears. It hit me.
Right in the middle of my chest.
Like something warm I wasn’t ready to feel.
I looked away for a second.
And I smiled. Softly.
“…Thanks,” I said.
And in that exact moment…
I felt something I shouldn't.
Morning came. I arrived at the office earlier than usual. My coworkers trickled in looking like zombies—sleep-deprived and dragging themselves through the door like they had no choice but to exist. Which, honestly, they didn’t.
I buried myself in emails and paperwork, trying to focus, when the door opened.
Y/N walked in.
Late.
Not drastically, but still late.
…Wait. I noticed that?
She looked wrecked. Probably from last night—Mr. Han had to make sure she got home safely because she drank way too much. Her face said it all: puffy eyes, tired gaze, the kind of look that screams “please not today.”
I almost chuckled to myself.
Days passed. Life moved. Work piled up. But lately—no matter how much I buried myself in tasks—I noticed something else piling up too.
My awareness of her.
I caught myself glancing whenever she shifted in her seat, whenever she stood up to make coffee, even when she went to the balcony just to breathe. It's not like I was trying to notice her—it just happened. Like some involuntary reflex I couldn’t control.
And the way I looked at her…
It reminded me of how I used to look at my girlfriend. Back when everything between us was fresh. Back when just watching her do nothing felt like a privilege.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I needed to fix myself.
Maybe a strong, bitter coffee would snap me out of it.
I stood up and headed to the pantry.
“Make me one too, please,” Mr. Chan said as I passed by.
I nodded, barely listening.
I mean—Y/N is beautiful. But so are a lot of people here. And it never bothered me before.
This… this was different. And I hated that I couldn’t explain why.
I needed Kim.
She always made things feel clear.
I pulled out my phone and called her.
“Hello, babe?”
Her voice was soft and familiar. I instantly smiled. Just hearing her calmed the noise in my head.
We talked for a short while. She told me about her day, reminded me to rest, and said she missed me. I wanted to say more—but I kept it short. I felt… guilty. For reasons I couldn’t even explain.
Like I had done something wrong even though I hadn’t.
Like I was standing too close to a line I didn’t intend to cross.
What am I even doing?
Maybe I was just stressed.
Work can twist your thoughts, right?
When we ended the call, I stood there, hand on the coffee machine, zoned out completely. The machine beeped.
“Your coffee’s ready.”
I blinked.
Right. Mr. Chan’s coffee.
“Is that for Mr. Chan?” a voice said beside me.
I turned. Of course, it was her.
Y/N.
I gave a small nod, pretending I didn’t care. Pretending I didn’t notice her hair still a little messy or how tired she looked but still managed to smile.
“Well, guess I won’t make him one anymore,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Took you too long.”
I almost smiled. That impatient dumb.
“I think I’ll go now,” I said flatly, picking up the cup.
“Wait—can I ask you something?” she said, stopping me.
I paused.
“I know this is probably dumb,” she continued, shifting awkwardly, “but… the boss just called me into his office. He wants me to attend a seminar in the next city. He said I could bring someone along. I know you’ll probably say no but… still. I wanted to ask anyway.”
I stared at her.
I should say no.
I should tell her to ask Mr. Chan instead.
But that city… it’s where Kim is.
Maybe I could visit her too.
“…I’ll think about it.”
Lie.
I wouldn’t.
The office was quiet. Too quiet, actually. The only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional sigh from someone trying not to lose their mind.
Everyone was buried in deadlines. Eyes glued to screens. Coffee mugs half full—or half empty, depending on how their day was going.
I was deep into my task… until I hit a wall.
Of course I would. Because the next step of my work relied on Y/N’s output. Her report. Her data.
I leaned back in my chair and let out a quiet breath.
Why does it have to be her part that I need?
I stood up and walked over to her cubicle. She looked focused, her pen tapping against the desk while her eyes darted between tabs.
“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low.
She turned and blinked. “Oh—yes?”
“I’m stuck. I need your report to move forward with mine.”
“Oh shoot—yes, I just finished the outline but not the graphs. Wait, I’ll show you.” She shuffled to the side and gestured to the seat next to her.
I sat down beside her, leaning slightly to see her monitor. She clicked through a few windows, and as I leaned closer, a soft scent hit me.
Her shampoo.
It smelled like something floral. Clean. Calming. Not too strong, but… noticeable.
I almost forgot what I came here for.
Focus. Work. You’re here for work.
She pulled up a chart. “See, I just need to match these values to the quarterly format, but it’s already linked to your file. I didn’t want to mess with your part.”
“We can fix it together,” I said, pointing to a row. “If you duplicate this logic and apply it here—”
She finished the thought with a click. “—then it connects to your formula. Got it.”
I looked at her. “You’re quick.”
She smiled. “You’re easy to work with.”
…Great. Now my brain had officially melted.
Later, during lunch.
I sat alone at my usual spot in the cafeteria, pushing the food around my plate again like a child who didn’t want to eat vegetables. The rice was warm, the meat was tender—but my appetite was missing.
Again.
I picked up my fork and forced a bite. It tasted fine. Just fine.
I sighed, glancing toward the counter where employees lined up for food.
That’s when I saw her.
Y/N.
She was laughing softly with someone.
Standing beside her was Seungmin, the new junior hire. Fresh-faced, eager, and frankly too charming for his own good.
She was assigned to guide him. Of course. Introduce him around, help him settle in. Probably explain all the chaotic systems we never bothered to document.
Still… watching her there—standing next to someone else, someone younger, someone smiling back at her like he had all the time in the world—something twisted in my chest.
Why does it feel like this?
Like something dull and uninvited had made its home just beneath my ribs.
They grabbed their trays and found a seat together.
She’s just doing her job, I reminded myself.
Still… it didn’t stop the way my appetite completely vanished.
--
I found myself back at the printer again.
Same spot. Same machine.
This time, I was hoping it wouldn’t decide to ruin my life the moment I needed it most. I pressed the buttons, fed the documents, and braced myself for the worst—
Whirrrrr. Print. Slide. Whirrr. Print.
Huh.
The papers slid out smoothly, one by one, like the machine suddenly decided to be a good citizen of the office world. No jams. No blinking red lights. No threatening to catch fire.
Just… printing. Like a normal, well-behaved machine.
I blinked at it.
“Wow,” I muttered, genuinely impressed. “You work now?”
I waited for the last page to drop into the tray, then reached out and gave the side of the printer a light pat.
“Good job, Mr. Grr.”
I didn’t even realize I said it until the words left my mouth. I paused, lips pressing into a line.
Mr. Grr.
That nickname.
The memory flashed in my mind: Y/N tapping the printer, whispering to it like a child calming down a tantrum. That stubborn look in her eyes. Her laugh when it still refused to work. The way she lost it and kicked it before the manager almost scolded her.
That day was chaotic.
I smirked a little to myself and shook my head.
“Don’t get used to the compliments,” I muttered to the printer. “You still suck 99% of the time.”
But I picked up my papers with less frustration than usual.
Maybe Mr. Grr just needed a little belief. Or maybe he worked better when he remembered her hands tapping gently on his side.
Or maybe I was just too tired and giving personality to a piece of plastic.
Either way, I walked back to my desk—printer papers in hand, and a tiny smile on my face I didn’t bother explaining.
I was already halfway back to my desk, papers in hand, when I heard a voice behind me:
“Did you just say Mr. Grr?”
I froze.
That voice.
I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.
I slowly glanced over my shoulder.
Y/N was standing near the printer, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and the most obnoxiously smug smile playing on her lips.
She heard me.
“I—I didn’t,” I said, too fast. Way too fast. “You’re hearing things.”
She walked closer, casually leaned against the desk beside mine, and tilted her head. “So now I’m hallucinating nicknames for printers?”
“I mean… maybe you’re just stressed.”
“You patted it.” She pointed at my hand. “Like it was a living, breathing thing.”
“I was—thanking it. That’s different.”
“Ohhh, thanking Mr. Grr, huh?” she grinned, clearly enjoying this too much. “Interesting. I thought you said gentle parenting never works here?”
I groaned and rubbed my face, trying to hide the fact that I was smiling. “Are you seriously going to bring that back?”
“Are you seriously calling the printer the same name you laughed at me for?”
“…Okay. Fine. Maybe I said it. Once. Out of instinct. Happy?”
She chuckled, and for some reason that little sound made my chest tighten slightly.
“You’re lucky Mr. Grr worked this time,” she said, walking past me. “Or else I would’ve kicked him again. With heels.”
“I think that’s why he listened,” I called after her, watching her head shake as she laughed on her way back to her cubicle.
My smirk lingered even after she disappeared from view.
Mr. Grr, huh.
Guess the name’s grown on me, too.
--
It’s been three days since I last got a full reply from Kim. I tried messaging her again this morning, but it was left on read. She’s probably busy. I mean, she is a virtual assistant—always juggling clients and shifting schedules. That’s what I keep telling myself.
So I didn’t mind it.
Or at least… I tried not to.
I didn’t tell her I’d be in her city next week either. Thought it’d be a nice surprise. Maybe it would fix whatever this strange distance is between us. I already agreed to join the seminar anyway. I told myself it was the perfect opportunity—to support the company, and at the same time… see her. Just like old times.
The office was quiet again—our usual afternoon rhythm. Everyone was focused, typing intensely on their keyboards. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional mouse click or cough from across the room.
I was reviewing a document and preparing it for submission when I got stuck again. I needed a set of numbers from Y/N’s report—the final piece before I could send mine out. I sighed and stood from my chair, walking over to her cubicle.
She was typing quickly, brows slightly furrowed. “Hey,” I said, leaning down a bit to peek at her screen.
That’s when I smelled her shampoo. Clean. Subtle. Like freshly cut apples and a little vanilla.
Focus.
She glanced at me and blinked, “Oh, you need the numbers from this morning, right?”
I nodded, and without hesitation, she scooted slightly to the side and tilted her monitor toward me. We went through the spreadsheet together—quietly, efficiently—and before I knew it, we finished the task faster than I expected. We made a good team.
Again.
--
Back in the office, I forced myself to focus on my screen when I heard it.
The manager’s voice, louder than usual, cutting through the quiet.
“Mr. Seungmin! This file was not supposed to be sent out like this! Did you even review it?”
Everyone subtly turned their heads, pretending to work but clearly listening.
Y/N stood up without hesitation.
“Sir, I asked him to handle that. I should’ve reviewed it before submission—it was a misstep on both ends.”
Her voice was firm. Steady.
She then looked at Seungmin and gently patted his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll get better. Just keep learning.”
He thanked her quietly, head low.
And I?
I clenched my jaw.
He did mess up. He’s done it several times. Why is no one pointing that out?
But before I could say anything, she spoke again, as if she already anticipated what I was thinking.
“He’s still new,” she added. “Everyone needs someone to believe in them when they’re starting out.”
She didn’t say it with pride.
She said it with warmth.
I sat back in my chair and stared at my screen.
For some reason, her words echoed louder than they should have.
-
The seminar hall was packed with professionals from different firms, all seated neatly in rows, facing the wide stage. I adjusted my blazer and took my seat near the aisle, glancing around casually until—
My heart skipped.
There she was.
Y/N, walking in.
Wearing a dress that flowed just past her knees, simple but elegant. It wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t loud—but it was her. And somehow, it caught me off guard. She’s always been beautiful, I’ve always known that… but this—this felt different.
New.
She caught my gaze and smiled briefly before taking the seat beside me. We said nothing at first, just a quiet exchange of breath and glances as the opening remarks began.
Throughout the seminar, we sat side by side, listening, nodding, jotting things down on our pads. Every now and then, she leaned a little closer to whisper something about the speaker, or a slide that flashed too fast. I responded with a smirk or a soft reply, careful not to let my voice carry. We weren't even saying anything important. But the way her shoulder brushed mine every time she leaned in—it was enough to keep my thoughts distracted.
Too distracted.
—
It was already dusk when the seminar ended. The crowd slowly spilled out of the building, some chatting, others already planning their evening dinners.
Y/N and I stepped outside. The air was humid, and she was quiet beside me. I noticed her slowing down.
“Hey,” I asked, concerned. “You okay?”
She stopped walking. “I just… got a little dizzy. Maybe the room was too stuffy.”
Without hesitation, I steadied her arm. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
She didn’t argue.
I walked beside her, steady and slow, keeping a hand just behind her back, just in case. She leaned on me slightly—not too much, just enough to make me feel the weight of her trust. My mind ran faster than my footsteps.
I didn’t plan for this.
I didn’t expect this.
We reached the hotel entrance, and I guided her through the lobby, toward the elevator. She looked pale, but she still tried to smile. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I said, firmer than I meant to.
The elevator dinged. We stepped in.
Just a few more steps to her room.
But just as we rounded the corner of her hallway—
“…Babe?”
I froze.
That voice.
I turned around, and there she was.
Kim.
Standing a few doors down, her arms holding a coffee tray and some files, clearly not expecting to see this.
She looked at me.
Then at Y/N.
Then at the way I was holding Y/N’s arm gently, protectively.
Silence.
Too long of a silence.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Y/N stood up a little straighter, her hand subtly slipping away from mine.
And just like that—
The hallway felt heavier than any seminar room we had just left.
“Kim—wait!” I called out, but her figure had already turned the corner.
She was running.
And so I did too.
“Kim, please, it’s not what you think! I swear!” My voice echoed down the hallway.
But she didn’t stop.
She didn’t even turn back.
I chased after her out of instinct, out of desperation, but I never caught up. She was gone before I could explain… before I could even process how everything flipped in seconds.
I stood outside the hotel alone, breath uneven. All I could do was whisper a weak, “I’m sorry,” to the night air. But no one heard it. Not even her.
That night, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.
I stared at the ceiling of my room, tossing and turning, hearing the echo of her footsteps in my head, the way her eyes clouded with hurt, the disbelief on her face. I told myself over and over again that it didn’t mean anything. That what I felt for Y/N was just—just confusion. Work stress. Proximity. Something meaningless.
And if it wasn’t meaningless?
It should be.
I have a girlfriend.
Or at least—I did.
I had to make things right.
Morning came heavy and unforgiving. My body wanted to shut down, but my mind was already set. When the rest of the team checked out and headed back to the office, I stayed behind.
I told them I had something personal to handle.
And I did.
I passed by a flower shop on the way. I picked out her favorite roses—white with soft pink edges, the kind she once mentioned liking when we passed by a garden, back when things were still simple.
I held them tightly, determined, as I approached her apartment building.
Maybe she wouldn’t forgive me right away. Maybe she’d shout, or cry, or not even open the door.
But I had to try.
I just wanted her to know I chose her.
I reached her door—and it was already slightly open.
“Kim?” I called gently, pushing it a bit.
What I saw stopped me in place.
She was there. —with someone else.
My friend.
And before they even noticed me standing frozen at the door, I heard their voices—clearly, painfully.
“Yes… I saw him cheating on me!” Kim said, her voice breaking.
“But you cheated too,” the man said, his hand on her back. “You’re both just… cheating with different people.”
Kim covered her face and sobbed. “I don’t know… I just—It hurts. I know I’ll hurt him if he ever sees me like this. But it also hurt me so much… to see him with her.”
“Then why did you do this?” he asked softly.
Kim was quiet. Then, almost whispering:
“Because he never had time for me. I have needs too, you know…”
And just like that, she leaned forward and kissed him.
That was the moment she finally saw me.
She pulled away from the kiss and froze. Her eyes widened in horror.
I was just standing there—roses still in my hand, heart now shattered on the floor.
I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
Because yes, maybe I cheated… mentally. Maybe thinking about Y/N too often was already a betrayal. But I fought it. I tried. I stayed. I loved Kim through all the chaos in my mind.
I didn’t cross that line.
But what I just witnessed… was different.
That wasn’t a feeling.
That was a choice.
I didn’t even know when my legs started moving. Only that they did. I turned, and I ran.
Ran from the sight. Ran from the pain. Ran from everything.
A few days passed. Kim’s messages came in like small aftershocks. At first, there were questions. Then, accusations. Then silence.
Until the last one finally came:
“Fine! I cheated! I’m tired of fixing this relationship.”
I stared at the screen for a long time.
I waited for more. For something softer to follow. But nothing came.
She gave up. Just like that.
Maybe she was already tired way before I realized it. Or maybe I just gave her too many reasons to be.
But me? I didn’t stop.
I worked nonstop.
Didn’t even notice how many hours passed—didn’t care either. I skipped breaks. Skipped meals. Skipped feeling.
Maybe that’s what a broken heart does. It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t cry. It just… turns you quiet.
Colleagues were starting to worry. I’d hear them whisper sometimes.
“He’s still here?” “It’s almost 10PM…” “Did he even eat lunch?”
But I just kept working. It was easier. Easier to drown in reports and deadlines than to sit with my thoughts. Easier to feel the weight of stress than the weight of what I lost.
So I stayed late. Again. And again. Sometimes, I’d be the last one to turn off the office lights. Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to turn them off at all.
I guess this is what pain and guilt does—it doesn’t always hurt like knives… sometimes it numbs you so deeply, even exhaustion loses its meaning.
I was tired.
But even that… I couldn’t feel anymore.
I was just here.
Working.
Breathing.
Trying.
Because if I stopped… if I slowed down for even one second, I knew I’d remember everything.
And I wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
One morning, as I scrolled through a dull chain of emails, a cup of coffee slid silently across my table.
I looked up.
Y/N.
She gave me a soft smile, hesitant, almost like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to still be kind to me.
“Thanks,” I said, voice quieter than I intended.
She nodded and walked away.
I needed air. The kind that didn’t taste like burnt coffee and broken expectations.
I went to the office balcony.
The cold breeze slapped my face—finally, something I could feel.
“Hey,” a voice spoke gently from behind.
Y/N.
She stood beside me, eyes searching mine.
“I… I feel guilty,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I hadn’t gotten dizzy that day… if I hadn’t needed your help, maybe you two wouldn’t have…”
Her voice trailed off.
I exhaled. “It’s okay.”
I didn’t say more.
Because how do you say, “It’s okay because I found out she was already sleeping with someone else”?
“I messaged her,” she added, voice trembling. “Tried to explain that it wasn’t what she thought. That you were just helping me… but she blocked me.”
Of course she did. Why would Kim want truth now?
“I’ll go talk to her,” Y/N insisted, eyes pleading. “She has to know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll make her understand.”
“Don’t,” I said, finally turning to look at her.
Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”
I stared at the horizon.
“Because there’s nothing left to save.”
Her lips parted, confused. “What do you mean?”
I forced a breath. The truth sat like a stone in my throat. Heavy. Sharp.
“She cheated,” I said. “And not just with anyone. With my friend. And I also did..”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “No… no, you didn’t—”
“We did.” My voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of numb calm that only happens when you’ve run out of tears.
She didn’t say anything.
So I added, “And the worst part is… I don’t know which one of us started cheating first.”
Her voice cracked. “What do you mean?”
I finally looked her in the eye.
“You asked who I cheated with,” I said quietly. “And the truth is… I didn’t. Not with my body. But…”
I paused. Looked away again. Swallowed hard.
“I cheated with my heart.”
The breeze was suddenly colder.
“I cheated every time I looked at you and forgot what love was supposed to feel like with someone else. Every time I laughed at your jokes. Every time I noticed your perfume. Every time I stayed a little longer in your orbit because it felt… lighter.”
A long silence. Her breath hitched.
“What I felt for you,” I said, voice breaking, “was real. But it was wrong.”
Y/N stayed still. I didn’t expect her to speak. But she did.
“I think…” she began slowly, “this really was my fault.”
I turned to her.
“Because I fell for you too,” she whispered, her voice raw and shaking. “The man I knew could never be mine… because he already belonged to someone else.”
And there we were.
Two people standing still, with too many feelings and nowhere to put them.
Not together.
Not apart.
Just suspended in the heartbreak.
Y/N didn’t speak right away.
But when she finally did, her voice carried the weight of everything she’d kept in.
“I tried to impress you, you know?” she said, looking down at her fingers as they fidgeted. “Back when we had that emergency meeting, I was saying things I barely even understood—just hoping you’d notice me.”
I blinked, surprised.
She smiled faintly. “And that night I got drunk? I was so embarrassed… but a part of me was glad you saw me that way. Not perfect. Not composed. Just… me. That girl who liked you so much, she said things she shouldn’t.”
I didn’t interrupt. Just listened.
“I stared at you when you were working,” she confessed, cheeks turning a little red. “Not just once. A lot. Maybe too much. And when you got stuck in the printing room—Mr. Grr,” she added with a soft laugh, “I knew you were stressed. I wanted to help… even if it was just with a jammed printer.”
I chuckled lightly. “Mr. Grr did finally behave.”
“And when you came to my desk asking for my part,” she said, her smile turning gentler, “I liked those moments. I liked that you needed me, even if it was just for work. I liked seeing you up close.”
She paused for a breath.
“When you said yes to the seminar, I couldn’t even hide how happy I was. I know it was wrong. To want you like that. To hope for something when you had someone already. But… I liked you too much, Mr. Lee. And being wrong? It just… faded.”
She looked up at me, guilt shimmering in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”
Because it was.
Not because we were blameless—but because I understood now.
“It was the mentality,” I said. “If I was really faithful, nothing would’ve swayed me. But I let myself fall… fast. Too fast. That’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
We both laughed softly.
“Who even says sorry to who first in this situation?” she asked, eyes glinting through the sadness.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “But here we are.”
Two hearts, sitting with the wreckage of what they felt.
Two people who didn’t mean to break anything.
But did.
She took a deep breath. “I guess feelings really can’t be stopped, huh?”
“No,” I said quietly. “But they can be understood.”
She nodded. “I know we started… the wrong way.”
I looked at her. “Yeah. But if—if we were given a chance someday… maybe we could start right.”
A silence hung between us.
Hopeful. Gentle.
“But not now,” I added.
She nodded again. “Not now.”
Because right now…
We need to work.
We need to heal.
We need to grow separately from the mess we made together.
We exchanged one last look—neither heavy nor forced. Just something real. Something honest.
She smiled faintly and turned to walk back inside the office.
And I followed.
Because even if the heart aches, life goes on.
—The End.
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uppp because i made a new minho ficc
Want so Bad
genre:; fluff and (..) word count: 3.9K
Minho x reader! Minho x fem. reader!!
wherein: Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.
(an: this is my favorite and i had fun writing while listening to Minho and Jisung's "Want so Bad" again and again and again. so i hope you enjoy reading it!! a comment, like, and reblog is very much appreciated)
"Why are you here?"
You roll your eyes, barely glancing up at the person standing in front of you, your voice dripping with boredom.
"I'm here because I miss you," he replies, winking at you in that infuriating way that always makes you cringe.
You’re in your living room, buried in your textbooks, when this boy suddenly appears in front of you, as if someone summoned him from nowhere.
Minho.
He’s your brother Jisung’s best friend in the entire world—or so they claim. There’s a three-year gap between you and them. They’re in their final year of college, while you’re just a freshman.
You would give him a proper introduction, but the truth is, you can't stand him. You’ve hated him ever since you were 15. He and Jisung have always loved teasing you, making your life miserable whenever they could.
"Jisung! Your favorite family member is here!" you shout, unable to handle Minho’s relentless teasing any longer. Sure, you’re in college now and supposed to be more mature (or so you tell yourself), but after years of dealing with them, you’ve become accustomed to hating their antics.
"I wasn’t even part of the family… but I guess I will be after I marry one of the family members," Minho smirks, his voice dripping with mischief.
"Then go marry my brother," you retort, your expression as nonchalant as ever.
He laughs and casually snatches the book you were studying. You’re so used to his flirty teasing by now that it barely fazes you.
It all started back in high school when Jisung teased you relentlessly, convinced you had a crush on Minho. He found it on your pink diary and read it out loud, complete with the cheesy music that played whenever you opened it. (Well, you did have a crush on Minho back then, but it faded over time.)
Jisung teased you so much that you cried your eyes out, and then he told Minho all about it, sparking years of torment.
"Oh no, my sister might actually ace her exams now that she’s seen her only inspiration," Jisung chimes in as he walks down the stairs, pulling on a t-shirt. You roll your eyes at him too.
"I think I should come over more often. I might just make your sister the top student," Minho adds with a grin.
There goes your peaceful day.
But thankfully, they don’t bother you too much, as they soon move to the kitchen to eat. You try to refocus on your studies, but chemistry is giving you a hard time, so you pop in your earbuds and pull up a tutorial on YouTube. Just as you’re getting into it, a glass of orange juice and a muffin appear on your table (or rather, on top of your notebook).
"Eat, little devil. Food helps you focus more," Jisung says, placing the snacks down.
You mumble a quick thanks, thinking he’ll leave, but instead, he plops down on the couch behind you. You’re sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Then, without a care in the world, Jisung props his legs up on the table, acting as if your things are invisible.
You were almost touched by your brother’s gesture… but never mind.
"Yah!" You glare at him, but he just shrugs and turns on the TV, putting on a movie. A minute later, Minho joins him.
"What are you studying, kid?" Minho asks, even though he’s already glanced at your book.
"None of your business."
"Oh, is that a new subject? I’ve never heard of it before."
Argh.
"You should help her, Minho. I heard from her professor that she scored low on a quiz," Jisung says, his tone annoyingly casual.
How does he know that?
"Really?" Minho leans forward, peering at what you’re writing. "Well, chemistry is indeed tough."
"Help her out. You always got high scores in that subject back in the day."
You’re listening to them while half-heartedly writing, your earbuds now turned down low. You’re trying to pretend they’re just ghosts, but hearing them talk about your struggles in chemistry makes you want to join the conversation.
"Sure, if you give me that game console," Minho quips.
"On second thought, I think my sister will manage just fine."
Arghhh.
You can’t take it anymore. You gather up your things, smack your brother’s leg, and stomp upstairs.
Later, you’re back in your study area, trying to focus again when there’s a knock on your door. It can only be one of them since the three of you are the only ones at home. Your parents are working, even on a Sunday.
"What?!" you yell, your irritation clear.
You’re about to open the door when it swings open on its own, revealing Minho.
"You shouldn’t talk like that to your tutor," he says, flicking your forehead.
"Ow!"
Tutor? Jisung must’ve given him the console.
You don’t bother complaining because, aside from being tired… well, yeah, you’re just too tired.
"You should listen well, okay? If you don’t, we won’t get married," Minho teases, treating you like a child as always. You hate it, but you’re too drained to argue.
"Okay." You roll your eyes for the ninth time and settle in to listen as he starts to explain.
The tutorial is full of bickering and Minho’s relentless teasing, but unexpectedly, you finally understand the material. Your questions are answered, and for the first time in a while, you feel a bit of relief.
"Thank you," you say as you bid him goodbye.
"Goodbye. Let me know when you get home. And say hi to your baby cats for me," your brother says, waving Minho off.
"How did your chemistry exam go?"
You’re happy with your results and you share them with Minho.
"I got an almost perfect score!"
"Really?" He messes up your hair. "Then you should thank me. You owe me."
"I’ll get Jisung’s console for you," you joke
Minho is at your house again. He says they have a group study session, but Jisung isn’t home yet. You both settled into the living room, the hum of the TV in the background as Minho lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. You took a seat on the floor, leaning against the couch, your study materials spread out on the coffee table.
“So, what else do you need help with, little genius?” Minho teased, nudging your shoulder with his foot.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I don’t need your help again, Mr. Top Student. I can manage just fine on my own.”
Minho chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “Sure, you can. But remember, you owe me for that almost perfect score. I think I might start charging for my tutoring services.”
“Don’t push your luck,” you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, his expression softening slightly. “You know, you’re pretty impressive. Balancing all this studying and still managing to have a sense of humor.”
You felt a small flutter in your stomach at his words, a sensation that caught you off guard. You quickly masked it with a smirk. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Minho.”
He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “Who says I’m flattering you? I’m just stating facts.”
You opened your mouth to retort, but the words got caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was something different in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. The usual playful glint was still there, but beneath it was a warmth that made you feel… special.
You quickly looked away, focusing on the notes in front of you, trying to shake off the unexpected feeling. “Anyway, where’s this group of yours? I thought you were supposed to be studying.”
Minho shrugged, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. “They’re running late. I guess they’re not as eager to study as I am.”
“Right, because you’re so eager,” you muttered, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
He chuckled again, the sound warm and familiar. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you. You’re much more fun than Jisung.”
Your heart fluttered again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep your cool. “You’re just saying that because I actually study, unlike my brother.”
“True,” he agreed, his tone light. “But also because you’re interesting. I never know what you’re going to say next.”
You were about to respond when you heard the front door open and Jisung’s voice echo through the house. “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”
You quickly straightened up, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment that your brother had arrived. Minho, however, just smiled, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, “We’ll continue this later.”
Your breath hitched at the closeness, and for a moment, you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. As Minho pulled back with a wink, you felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight.
Jisung entered the living room, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly filled the air. “Hey, what are you two up to?”
“Just studying,” Minho replied casually, as if nothing had happened, though the smirk on his face told a different story.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself. “Yeah, just studying.”
But as you glanced at Minho, who was now chatting with your brother like everything was normal, you couldn’t help but wonder if things between you had just shifted in a way you hadn’t expected. And as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that, for the first time, Minho’s teasing had made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite understand.
You were walking through the university courtyard, your thoughts scattered as you mentally planned your study schedule for the rest of the day. It had been a busy week, and you were looking forward to some peace and quiet when you suddenly spotted Minho across the way. He was chatting animatedly with a girl, her laughter ringing out as he carried a stack of books for her.
You instinctively slowed your pace, your eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than you intended. The girl was pretty, with a bright smile and an easygoing vibe that made her seem instantly likable. She playfully nudged Minho with her shoulder, and he grinned back at her, that familiar teasing spark in his eyes.
For a second, you considered changing your route, avoiding the interaction altogether. But then you stopped yourself. Why would you do that? It’s not like it mattered. It wasn’t like you cared who Minho was talking to, or how close they seemed. Right?
So you took a deep breath and kept walking, your expression carefully neutral as you approached them. As you got closer, Minho caught sight of you, and his grin widened.
“Well, well, well, look who it is,” he called out, his voice full of mock surprise. “You just couldn’t resist, could you? Saw my handsome face and had to come over.”
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Oh please, I just happened to be walking by. Don’t flatter yourself.”
The girl next to him laughed at your banter, and you noticed the way she lightly slapped his arm, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. It was clear they were close. Your eyes flickered to her, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of something—what was it? Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down.
Minho noticed your glance and, as if reading your mind, raised an eyebrow. “Ah, sorry. Where are my manners? This is Seoyun, a friend from my class. Seoyun, this is my little genius here,” he added with a teasing smirk.
You gave her a polite nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped at the word “friend.” “Nice to meet you, Seoyun.”
“Nice to meet you too!” she replied cheerfully. “Minho’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re quite the brainiac.”
You shot Minho a look, and he just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to keep him in line,” you said, your tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.
Seoyun laughed again, and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable they seemed together. It was… unsettling in a way you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But you weren’t about to dwell on it.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” you said, glancing at your watch. “Places to be, things to study.”
“Always so busy,” Minho said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “But you know, all work and no play…”
“…keeps you out of trouble,” you finished for him with a smirk. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll manage.”
Seoyun smiled at you again, giving a little wave. “It was nice meeting you. Hopefully, we’ll see each other around.”
“Yeah, maybe,” you replied, waving back before turning to continue on your way.
As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder, just once, to see Minho and Seoyun laughing together as they continued their conversation. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest, brushing it off as nothing.
‘She must be his girlfriend,’ you thought to yourself, trying to sound nonchalant even in your own mind. And then you shrugged, forcing yourself to focus on your day ahead. ‘Why would I care?’
But even as you walked away, you couldn’t quite shake the image of them together, the way they seemed to fit so naturally. And for the first time, Minho’s teasing didn’t just annoy you—it made you feel something deeper, something you weren’t ready to face just yet.
“Hey.”
You looked up at the voice calling your name. It was Jeongin, your classmate.
“We got paired for the presentation,” he reminded you. Oh! You remembered now, probably too occupied with other subjects to focus on this. “If you don’t mind, can we start after class? That way we’ll finish early and can focus on other things.”
“Sure,” you agreed, appreciating his practical suggestion.
“Great. We should head to a coffee shop after this.”
After class, you walked together, discussing the presentation details. Jeongin had some good ideas, and you found yourself easily slipping into a productive conversation. The atmosphere between you two was relaxed, and soon you arrived at the coffee shop.
“What do you want?” Jeongin asked as you both approached the counter.
“Latte, please,” you replied, smiling. “Thanks.”
As Jeongin went to order, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on a familiar figure. Minho. He was with a group of friends, casually chatting. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. He smirked at you, and you were about to wave, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his attention back to the person next to him. You scanned the group quickly, noticing your brother wasn’t there.
You tried to focus on your work, but you kept catching Minho glancing at you from the corner of your eye. For the first time, you wondered what he thought of seeing you with another guy. The idea made you smirk a little, enjoying the small twist of the situation. Minho, always so sure of himself, might just be a little thrown off by this.
Jeongin returned with your latte and his own drink, setting them down on the table.
“Ready to get started?” he asked, pulling out his notes.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” you replied, pushing the thoughts of Minho to the back of your mind—for now, at least.
You were studying in the living room, the soft murmur of a video tutorial explaining organic chemistry filling the space. You were too focused to notice Minho entering your house until his voice broke through your concentration.
“Hey, my favorite person,” he greeted with a playful smile.
You glanced around, looking behind you and to the sides. “My brother’s not here,” you stated, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course you are the one I meant. My favorite person.”
You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “If Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were people, they’d be your favorites.”
“Of course,” he agreed, his tone light.
You returned to your studies, but Minho didn’t leave. Instead, he plopped down on the couch, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world. You tried to ignore him, but it wasn’t long before he broke the silence again.
“So, who was that guy you were with at the café earlier?” His tone was casual, but you could feel the underlying curiosity.
You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You didn’t have to be honest, but something made you want to see how he would react. “He’s a suitor,” you said nonchalantly, not looking up from your notebook.
Minho’s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it, leaning back with a smirk. “A suitor, huh? I should tell your brother. Maybe he’ll confiscate your phone so you can focus on studying.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation. “I’m not a kid, Minho. I can decide who I want to spend time with.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Oh, really? You’re still just a freshman. You should focus on your studies instead of getting distracted by things like relationships.”
Your irritation grew. “What about you? You’re in a relationship with that girl you were walking with, but I can’t be in one?”
Minho’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly composed himself. He knew you were jealous, and he had to hide the smile threatening to break through. “So, you were jealous?” he teased, leaning forward.
You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, and you stood up abruptly, gathering your things. “I’m not jealous,” you snapped, turning on your heel to head back to your room.
As you walked away, Minho couldn’t help but smile. He knew you were, even if you wouldn’t admit it, and that only made him like you more.
Life continues as usual, with your brother Jisung and Minho still finding every opportunity to tease you. Tomorrow is their graduation day, and as you walk into your brother's room to borrow a math book, you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind.
"Jisung, what’s your plan after graduation?"
You’re genuinely curious, even if you’d never admit it to his face. Despite all the sibling rivalry, you’re proud of him for making it this far.
"Probably end up unemployed," he replies with a shrug.
You give him a deadpan look. What answer did you expect, anyway?
"Obviously, I’ll take the board exam first, then start job hunting," he says while folding his clothes. Then he glances at you, squinting. "You’re not asking because you’re curious about Minho, are you?"
Yeah…no!
You quickly throw a pillow at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Do you really think my world revolves around him?" Jisung catches the pillow and smirks, clearly not convinced.
"Even if you don't ask about Minho, I'll tell you anyway. Remember when I told you to spend more time with him? You should’ve listened, because after graduation, he’s going abroad. There’s a job offer waiting for him."
Oh…
You manage a nonchalant nod, but as you leave his room, the news weighs heavily on your mind.
That night, as you lie in bed, you can’t help but replay Jisung’s words over and over. Minho is leaving. The thought sends a strange ache through your chest. You try to tell yourself that it’s not a big deal, that his absence won’t matter—but deep down, you know it will.
Graduation day arrives in a whirlwind of excitement. Your parents are there, beaming with pride, and you stand among the crowd, clutching a bouquet of flowers. You watch as your brother and his friends, including Minho, happily pose for group pictures, congratulating each other and hugging in celebration of finally finishing their studies. The joy is infectious, but there's a tinge of sadness in your heart.
Minho is leaving.
The thought lingers, even as you force yourself to focus on the present moment.
"Hey, little devil, take a picture of us," your brother calls out to you. You roll your eyes at the nickname but comply, grabbing the Polaroid camera hanging around your neck. It is his day, after all.
You snap the picture, capturing their bright smiles and laughter. The moment is perfect, but it tugs at your heartstrings.
Minho is leaving.
No matter how much you’ve pretended to hate him, the truth is, you’re going to miss him more than you’d like to admit.
"Are these my flowers?" your brother asks, reaching for the bouquet in your hands. You quickly hide it behind your back.
"They’re not yours! Mom has your flowers," you retort, giving him a playful glare.
He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, probably know what you are planning. "Okay, okay, I get it."
Just then, Minho approaches you, his usual teasing grin in place. "Can you take a picture of me? So you’ll have a souvenir picture of me," he said with a wink.
Pushing aside the urge to roll your eyes. Today, you’re happy for him, even if it’s bittersweet.
"Ha ha ha, I’m honored," you reply with mock sarcasm, but you can’t help laughing with him. You snap the picture, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.
"We should take a picture together too," he says suddenly, taking the camera from your hands. He hands it to one of his classmates and stands beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, secretly pleased to have a picture with him. You’re going to miss him.
After the picture is taken, you slowly extend the bouquet toward him. "These are for you. Congratulations."
Minho’s eyes light up with surprise and genuine happiness as he takes the flowers. "It’s my first time receiving flowers. I’m blushing," he says with a laugh. Then, with a mischievous grin, he adds, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Wait, I need to think about it."
He presses a finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought.
You slap his arm lightly, laughing. "It’s a farewell gift, you idiot."
"Wait, you should give me more time to think," he says, closing his eyes dramatically. After a few seconds, he opens them with a playful glint. "Yes. I will be your boyfriend."
You freeze, caught off guard. What?
"So from now on, you’re my girlfriend," he declares, and before you can react, he leans in and plants a quick kiss on your lips.
Your mind spins as his words sink in. "I promised myself I’d wait until you graduate, but I can’t help it—especially since I’m going far away, someone might take you from me." he says softly and laughs, messing with your hair. "So wait for me, okay? I promise I’ll come back to you."
It takes a moment, but you finally manage a small nod, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho smiles back, his eyes filled with warmth.
You realize then,
more than ever,
that you want him
just as much as he wants you.
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Leave Before You Love Me
Minho x reader!! Leeknow x reader!! genre; fluff, angst. word count:6.8k
summary; "Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️ an: i think.. im back? huhu. hi guys please enjoy this fic! ill make it up to you guys ill update. i hope you like this


I was always faithful.
Faithful to my long-term girlfriend.
I loved seeing her wake up beside me.
I loved how her eyes fluttered open slowly, how her lashes brushed her cheeks, and how she smiled half-asleep the moment she saw me watching.
I loved how she giggled when she ate her ice cream, always with that little crinkle in her nose.
How her eyes lit up like fairy lights whenever I surprised her.
How she looked funny, cute, and stunningly beautiful all at once—especially when I took stolen shots of her. She hated them. But I loved them. I loved her.
I loved how her hair smelled like home.
I loved when she cooked me my favorite dish, even after a long day.
I loved how she immediately hugged the stuffed toys I gave her like they were her most prized treasures.
How she teared up when I gave her flowers like it was the first bouquet she ever received.
How she kissed me with pure joy and whispered, "I missed you," every time I came home from work trips.
How she cried and hugged me tight like I was the only one she could hold on to.
I loved her.
Her touch.
Her kisses.
Her voice.
I loved her so much that I could picture us sitting on a porch at ninety—wrinkled, slow, but still hand in hand. Kids calling us Mommy and Daddy. A lifetime of shared mornings and sleepy goodnights.
I loved her so much that I’d give her the world, without hesitation.
I was sure of it.
Really…
Really?
I love her so much…
But then… why am I feeling this way?
I love her so much—I’m confident in it.
But why, when I see her smile… does my heart flutter in a way it shouldn't?
I love my girlfriend. I do. But why do I find myself hoping that the smile of that girl with the yellow top never fades?
Why does it hurt seeing her cry silently after getting scolded by our boss, even though she tries so hard not to show it?
Why…?
Just why?
Maybe… maybe I only feel sad for her. She told me her life’s been hard. No parents. No one to go home to. Maybe I just pity her.
Yes. Maybe she just needs someone. Maybe she’s like a sister to me.
Right?
Right.
Of course.
I love my girlfriend so much that when summer break in our company starts, I’ll finally take her on that trip. I’ll kneel, open the little box, and propose like I’ve always planned. Like I should.
I was about to smash the printer when all the papers came out blank. Again.
Like seriously—why do printers break only when you're in a rush?
“Woah! Don’t do that to Mr. Grr!”
I froze, caught off guard by the familiar voice of Y/N, my co-worker.
“You call it what?” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.
“Mr. Grr,” she repeated without blinking. “And you shouldn’t hit him. He gets worse when he’s scared.”
She took the paper from my hands like she was a printer whisperer, tapping the buttons gently and patting it like it was a crying baby.
“Mr. Grr, not now please. We’re all stressed. Just do your thing, okay?” she mumbled, still gently coaxing it.
I couldn’t help but stare. “Gentle parenting doesn’t work on machines,” I muttered, half-laughing.
But she didn’t even hear me—she was too focused.
“I promise! This worked last time!” She tapped it again, pressing a different combo of buttons, like she was entering a cheat code for patience.
Still… nothing. The printer continued to spit out blank sheets like a passive-aggressive ghost.
I sighed, frustrated, about to raise my fist—
—and she beat me to it.
“YOU USELESS PIECE OF—” she kicked it. Then again. And again.
I should’ve stopped her. I really should’ve.
But all I could do was laugh. Laugh like an idiot.
Because it was so her.
Unpredictable.
Passionate.
Weird.
And when the manager started walking over, already frowning, I stepped in without thinking.
I grabbed her hand gently. “Hey, hey. Calm down,” I said, still laughing.
She looked at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. And suddenly it was too quiet.
Too soft.
Mr. Grr, huh?
It was lunchtime.
As usual, if you’re an employed person—even if you're starving—you can’t fully enjoy your food. Your mind stays glued to deadlines and unfinished reports. Even if the food tastes good, your body just… doesn’t digest it well.
I was about to call Kim-- my girlfriends, and tell her I’d be doing overtime again because of the mountain of work. But she didn’t answer her phone. I understood. She was a virtual assistant—she had her own deadlines to fight.
I missed her.
We only saw each other twice a week now—every weekend because she works in another city.
Our apartment felt emptier without her.
I took a bite of my braised pork and lazily looked around the cafeteria. That’s when I saw something at the counter.
Her.
Y/N. Again.
Why do I keep seeing her everywhere lately?
"I'm really sorry! I tripped!"
A flustered employee bent down, trying to help wipe Y/N’s now-stained uniform.
A lot of food had splashed onto her. The floor was a mess. People were scrambling to help clean up while others just stood awkwardly watching.
But what caught me wasn’t the mess.
It was her expression.
No anger. No disgust. Not even a frustrated sigh.
She just stood there—shocked, maybe—but then took a napkin from her tray and simply said, “It’s okay.”
And smiled.
If it were me, I’d understand the employee too. Maybe they were tired. Stressed. We all have off days.
But I didn’t expect her to be that calm. Most people—especially girls with nice clothes—would’ve at least frowned or snapped.
She left her tray on the table and quietly walked away, probably heading to the nearest restroom.
I shrugged and continued eating.
She’s fine.
She can handle herself.
Everything has a solution.
Right?
I waited outside the nearest restroom.
Leaning against the wall, jacket in hand, I checked my watch.
Only five minutes left in my break.
I kept glancing toward the women’s restroom, only to awkwardly look away whenever someone came out. I must’ve looked suspicious, standing here like some confused mannequin.
Where was she?
She never came back to her seat. The food on her tray was left untouched. That’s why I brought this jacket.
Wait… what am I even doing?
What are you doing?
I blinked at the realization.
Why did I even care that she didn’t come back?
Why was I picturing her silently crying in a cubicle, trying to wash off stains that wouldn’t come out?
I turned, ready to walk away.
I’m just helping her because I’m a good guy. Yes. That’s it.
I’m concerned.
Any friend would be.
Other co-workers probably worried about her too.
So it’s fine. I’m just… thoughtful.
Stop overthinking. Not everything has to mean something.
I checked my watch again. Still waiting.
And then—finally—she came out.
Her uniform was a little damp, her hair slightly messy.
“Oh! Mr. Lee?” she blinked in surprise when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”
“I… I saw what happened earlier. Thought maybe you needed help,” I said, stumbling a bit over my words. Why was I nervous?
“Ah, yes. Haha…” she let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thanks for the concern. I actually found a solution.”
She glanced down at her shirt.
“I washed it in the sink and stood under the hand dryer for like ten minutes. It’s not fully dry, but it’ll do.”
Of course she figured it out.
Of course she handled it herself.
“Well, that’s good,” I said, looking at the jacket in my hand. It wasn’t needed anymore.
“I guess I’ll head back to work now.”
“Okay. Thank you again,” she said, smiling.
“…Your food is cold now.”
That slipped out before I could stop it.
I turned and walked away.
“Thanks again!” she called out from behind.
We had an emergency meeting this afternoon.
It was serious. Heavy. Like we were all standing on the edge of a cliff.
The manager stood at the front, arms crossed, his usual light tone replaced by pressure. "Our company’s performance has dropped significantly this quarter,” he started. “If this keeps up, the next step is downsizing. We need ideas—concrete ones. What can we improve? Streamline? Cut back on?"
Silence.
The room was stiff. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone exchanged glances. No one wanted to speak first.
I cleared my throat and slowly raised my hand. “Well, I’ve been checking our logistics reports… and I think we’ve been spending way too much on outsourced tech services that we can actually handle in-house if we just retrain some of our own staff. It’ll cost less long-term, and we already have the talent.”
There were murmurs. A few people nodded. The manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s… a very valid point, Mr. Lee. Retraining instead of outsourcing could cut costs and boost productivity. Noted.”
I nodded and sat back down, feeling that slight burn of attention. But just before I could fully relax, I caught her eyes.
Y/N.
Sitting right across from me.
She had her pen poised over her tablet, her eyes laser-focused like she was calculating something. Then, she blinked and looked away, fixing her gaze on the monitor. Was she thinking about what I said?
The next speaker was called. I tried to listen.
Then came her name.
I thought she'd just stand up and share some points verbally like the rest of us, but to my surprise—she stood, walked to the front, and connected her tablet to the monitor.
Wait… she made a presentation? Just like that? How?
And then she started talking.
She outlined all the ideas discussed—mine included—but added layers to them. More logic. More context. She tied them together into a cohesive plan, all while speaking with such quiet confidence that even our manager stopped frowning.
I’d known she was smart.
But I didn’t know she was… this.
Maybe I never really paid enough attention.
But now I couldn’t stop.
After the meeting, everyone looked… lighter. Like that tight knot in our throats had finally been untangled. We’d done something good. Maybe, just maybe, we bought the company some time.
I packed my things and sent Kim a quick message:
“Finished work early tonight. Hope you’re doing okay. Get some rest.”
Then I joined the others by the elevator.
"You wanna come with us, Mr. Lee?" Chan asked. “We’re going for a drink—just to celebrate not crashing and burning today.”
“Maybe next time,” I smiled politely. “I just wanna sleep right now.”
"Can I go with you guys?"
We turned around.
It was her.
Y/N. Still full of life, like she hadn’t just gone through a draining day.
“Of course, come on,” said Mr. Han cheerfully.
I sighed quietly. I really didn’t want to go. I hated hangovers.
“You should join us, Mr. Lee,” she said, turning to me with a small smile. “Little wins should still be celebrated.”
“He’s tired,” Chan answered for me, smiling knowingly.
I don’t know how I ended up here.
A round table filled with hot soup, sizzling grilled meat, and coworkers laughing too loud. Juniors passed around shot glasses like it was tradition. Someone cranked up a K-pop song in the background.
Maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt.
But this girl beside me?
She clearly didn’t stop at just one.
“Stop drinking already!” Jisung nudged Y/N’s glass away.
“What are you, my boyfriend?” she slurred, laughing as she tried to pour herself another shot. “Why would I listen to youuu?”
“Because we’re concerned! Jeez!”
The others laughed, shaking their heads.
I looked at her.
Cheeks flushed. Hair a little messy from moving too much. Eyes gleaming under the dim lights.
She was loud and chaotic and real.
The kind of person you couldn’t ignore, even when you tried.
Then she turned to me.
"You were cool today, Mr. Lee," she said casually, almost like it didn’t mean much.
But her eyes were warm. Steady. "Like… really. The way you spoke earlier during the meeting? I don’t know, it was… I guess I never really noticed how sharp you are when you’re focused."
I blinked.
I’ve heard compliments before. I know I do my job well. I’ve been praised by higher-ups. Kim always tells me I’m smart and capable.
But for some reason… Hearing it from her felt different.
It didn’t just land in my ears. It hit me.
Right in the middle of my chest.
Like something warm I wasn’t ready to feel.
I looked away for a second.
And I smiled. Softly.
“…Thanks,” I said.
And in that exact moment…
I felt something I shouldn't.
Morning came. I arrived at the office earlier than usual. My coworkers trickled in looking like zombies—sleep-deprived and dragging themselves through the door like they had no choice but to exist. Which, honestly, they didn’t.
I buried myself in emails and paperwork, trying to focus, when the door opened.
Y/N walked in.
Late.
Not drastically, but still late.
…Wait. I noticed that?
She looked wrecked. Probably from last night—Mr. Han had to make sure she got home safely because she drank way too much. Her face said it all: puffy eyes, tired gaze, the kind of look that screams “please not today.”
I almost chuckled to myself.
Days passed. Life moved. Work piled up. But lately—no matter how much I buried myself in tasks—I noticed something else piling up too.
My awareness of her.
I caught myself glancing whenever she shifted in her seat, whenever she stood up to make coffee, even when she went to the balcony just to breathe. It's not like I was trying to notice her—it just happened. Like some involuntary reflex I couldn’t control.
And the way I looked at her…
It reminded me of how I used to look at my girlfriend. Back when everything between us was fresh. Back when just watching her do nothing felt like a privilege.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I needed to fix myself.
Maybe a strong, bitter coffee would snap me out of it.
I stood up and headed to the pantry.
“Make me one too, please,” Mr. Chan said as I passed by.
I nodded, barely listening.
I mean—Y/N is beautiful. But so are a lot of people here. And it never bothered me before.
This… this was different. And I hated that I couldn’t explain why.
I needed Kim.
She always made things feel clear.
I pulled out my phone and called her.
“Hello, babe?”
Her voice was soft and familiar. I instantly smiled. Just hearing her calmed the noise in my head.
We talked for a short while. She told me about her day, reminded me to rest, and said she missed me. I wanted to say more—but I kept it short. I felt… guilty. For reasons I couldn’t even explain.
Like I had done something wrong even though I hadn’t.
Like I was standing too close to a line I didn’t intend to cross.
What am I even doing?
Maybe I was just stressed.
Work can twist your thoughts, right?
When we ended the call, I stood there, hand on the coffee machine, zoned out completely. The machine beeped.
“Your coffee’s ready.”
I blinked.
Right. Mr. Chan’s coffee.
“Is that for Mr. Chan?” a voice said beside me.
I turned. Of course, it was her.
Y/N.
I gave a small nod, pretending I didn’t care. Pretending I didn’t notice her hair still a little messy or how tired she looked but still managed to smile.
“Well, guess I won’t make him one anymore,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Took you too long.”
I almost smiled. That impatient dumb.
“I think I’ll go now,” I said flatly, picking up the cup.
“Wait—can I ask you something?” she said, stopping me.
I paused.
“I know this is probably dumb,” she continued, shifting awkwardly, “but… the boss just called me into his office. He wants me to attend a seminar in the next city. He said I could bring someone along. I know you’ll probably say no but… still. I wanted to ask anyway.”
I stared at her.
I should say no.
I should tell her to ask Mr. Chan instead.
But that city… it’s where Kim is.
Maybe I could visit her too.
“…I’ll think about it.”
Lie.
I wouldn’t.
The office was quiet. Too quiet, actually. The only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional sigh from someone trying not to lose their mind.
Everyone was buried in deadlines. Eyes glued to screens. Coffee mugs half full—or half empty, depending on how their day was going.
I was deep into my task… until I hit a wall.
Of course I would. Because the next step of my work relied on Y/N’s output. Her report. Her data.
I leaned back in my chair and let out a quiet breath.
Why does it have to be her part that I need?
I stood up and walked over to her cubicle. She looked focused, her pen tapping against the desk while her eyes darted between tabs.
“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low.
She turned and blinked. “Oh—yes?”
“I’m stuck. I need your report to move forward with mine.”
“Oh shoot—yes, I just finished the outline but not the graphs. Wait, I’ll show you.” She shuffled to the side and gestured to the seat next to her.
I sat down beside her, leaning slightly to see her monitor. She clicked through a few windows, and as I leaned closer, a soft scent hit me.
Her shampoo.
It smelled like something floral. Clean. Calming. Not too strong, but… noticeable.
I almost forgot what I came here for.
Focus. Work. You’re here for work.
She pulled up a chart. “See, I just need to match these values to the quarterly format, but it’s already linked to your file. I didn’t want to mess with your part.”
“We can fix it together,” I said, pointing to a row. “If you duplicate this logic and apply it here—”
She finished the thought with a click. “—then it connects to your formula. Got it.”
I looked at her. “You’re quick.”
She smiled. “You’re easy to work with.”
…Great. Now my brain had officially melted.
Later, during lunch.
I sat alone at my usual spot in the cafeteria, pushing the food around my plate again like a child who didn’t want to eat vegetables. The rice was warm, the meat was tender—but my appetite was missing.
Again.
I picked up my fork and forced a bite. It tasted fine. Just fine.
I sighed, glancing toward the counter where employees lined up for food.
That’s when I saw her.
Y/N.
She was laughing softly with someone.
Standing beside her was Seungmin, the new junior hire. Fresh-faced, eager, and frankly too charming for his own good.
She was assigned to guide him. Of course. Introduce him around, help him settle in. Probably explain all the chaotic systems we never bothered to document.
Still… watching her there—standing next to someone else, someone younger, someone smiling back at her like he had all the time in the world—something twisted in my chest.
Why does it feel like this?
Like something dull and uninvited had made its home just beneath my ribs.
They grabbed their trays and found a seat together.
She’s just doing her job, I reminded myself.
Still… it didn’t stop the way my appetite completely vanished.
--
I found myself back at the printer again.
Same spot. Same machine.
This time, I was hoping it wouldn’t decide to ruin my life the moment I needed it most. I pressed the buttons, fed the documents, and braced myself for the worst—
Whirrrrr. Print. Slide. Whirrr. Print.
Huh.
The papers slid out smoothly, one by one, like the machine suddenly decided to be a good citizen of the office world. No jams. No blinking red lights. No threatening to catch fire.
Just… printing. Like a normal, well-behaved machine.
I blinked at it.
“Wow,” I muttered, genuinely impressed. “You work now?”
I waited for the last page to drop into the tray, then reached out and gave the side of the printer a light pat.
“Good job, Mr. Grr.”
I didn’t even realize I said it until the words left my mouth. I paused, lips pressing into a line.
Mr. Grr.
That nickname.
The memory flashed in my mind: Y/N tapping the printer, whispering to it like a child calming down a tantrum. That stubborn look in her eyes. Her laugh when it still refused to work. The way she lost it and kicked it before the manager almost scolded her.
That day was chaotic.
I smirked a little to myself and shook my head.
“Don’t get used to the compliments,” I muttered to the printer. “You still suck 99% of the time.”
But I picked up my papers with less frustration than usual.
Maybe Mr. Grr just needed a little belief. Or maybe he worked better when he remembered her hands tapping gently on his side.
Or maybe I was just too tired and giving personality to a piece of plastic.
Either way, I walked back to my desk—printer papers in hand, and a tiny smile on my face I didn’t bother explaining.
I was already halfway back to my desk, papers in hand, when I heard a voice behind me:
“Did you just say Mr. Grr?”
I froze.
That voice.
I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.
I slowly glanced over my shoulder.
Y/N was standing near the printer, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and the most obnoxiously smug smile playing on her lips.
She heard me.
“I—I didn’t,” I said, too fast. Way too fast. “You’re hearing things.”
She walked closer, casually leaned against the desk beside mine, and tilted her head. “So now I’m hallucinating nicknames for printers?”
“I mean… maybe you’re just stressed.”
“You patted it.” She pointed at my hand. “Like it was a living, breathing thing.”
“I was—thanking it. That’s different.”
“Ohhh, thanking Mr. Grr, huh?” she grinned, clearly enjoying this too much. “Interesting. I thought you said gentle parenting never works here?”
I groaned and rubbed my face, trying to hide the fact that I was smiling. “Are you seriously going to bring that back?”
“Are you seriously calling the printer the same name you laughed at me for?”
“…Okay. Fine. Maybe I said it. Once. Out of instinct. Happy?”
She chuckled, and for some reason that little sound made my chest tighten slightly.
“You’re lucky Mr. Grr worked this time,” she said, walking past me. “Or else I would’ve kicked him again. With heels.”
“I think that’s why he listened,” I called after her, watching her head shake as she laughed on her way back to her cubicle.
My smirk lingered even after she disappeared from view.
Mr. Grr, huh.
Guess the name’s grown on me, too.
--
It’s been three days since I last got a full reply from Kim. I tried messaging her again this morning, but it was left on read. She’s probably busy. I mean, she is a virtual assistant—always juggling clients and shifting schedules. That’s what I keep telling myself.
So I didn’t mind it.
Or at least… I tried not to.
I didn’t tell her I’d be in her city next week either. Thought it’d be a nice surprise. Maybe it would fix whatever this strange distance is between us. I already agreed to join the seminar anyway. I told myself it was the perfect opportunity—to support the company, and at the same time… see her. Just like old times.
The office was quiet again—our usual afternoon rhythm. Everyone was focused, typing intensely on their keyboards. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional mouse click or cough from across the room.
I was reviewing a document and preparing it for submission when I got stuck again. I needed a set of numbers from Y/N’s report—the final piece before I could send mine out. I sighed and stood from my chair, walking over to her cubicle.
She was typing quickly, brows slightly furrowed. “Hey,” I said, leaning down a bit to peek at her screen.
That’s when I smelled her shampoo. Clean. Subtle. Like freshly cut apples and a little vanilla.
Focus.
She glanced at me and blinked, “Oh, you need the numbers from this morning, right?”
I nodded, and without hesitation, she scooted slightly to the side and tilted her monitor toward me. We went through the spreadsheet together—quietly, efficiently—and before I knew it, we finished the task faster than I expected. We made a good team.
Again.
--
Back in the office, I forced myself to focus on my screen when I heard it.
The manager’s voice, louder than usual, cutting through the quiet.
“Mr. Seungmin! This file was not supposed to be sent out like this! Did you even review it?”
Everyone subtly turned their heads, pretending to work but clearly listening.
Y/N stood up without hesitation.
“Sir, I asked him to handle that. I should’ve reviewed it before submission—it was a misstep on both ends.”
Her voice was firm. Steady.
She then looked at Seungmin and gently patted his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll get better. Just keep learning.”
He thanked her quietly, head low.
And I?
I clenched my jaw.
He did mess up. He’s done it several times. Why is no one pointing that out?
But before I could say anything, she spoke again, as if she already anticipated what I was thinking.
“He’s still new,” she added. “Everyone needs someone to believe in them when they’re starting out.”
She didn’t say it with pride.
She said it with warmth.
I sat back in my chair and stared at my screen.
For some reason, her words echoed louder than they should have.
-
The seminar hall was packed with professionals from different firms, all seated neatly in rows, facing the wide stage. I adjusted my blazer and took my seat near the aisle, glancing around casually until—
My heart skipped.
There she was.
Y/N, walking in.
Wearing a dress that flowed just past her knees, simple but elegant. It wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t loud—but it was her. And somehow, it caught me off guard. She’s always been beautiful, I’ve always known that… but this—this felt different.
New.
She caught my gaze and smiled briefly before taking the seat beside me. We said nothing at first, just a quiet exchange of breath and glances as the opening remarks began.
Throughout the seminar, we sat side by side, listening, nodding, jotting things down on our pads. Every now and then, she leaned a little closer to whisper something about the speaker, or a slide that flashed too fast. I responded with a smirk or a soft reply, careful not to let my voice carry. We weren't even saying anything important. But the way her shoulder brushed mine every time she leaned in—it was enough to keep my thoughts distracted.
Too distracted.
—
It was already dusk when the seminar ended. The crowd slowly spilled out of the building, some chatting, others already planning their evening dinners.
Y/N and I stepped outside. The air was humid, and she was quiet beside me. I noticed her slowing down.
“Hey,” I asked, concerned. “You okay?”
She stopped walking. “I just… got a little dizzy. Maybe the room was too stuffy.”
Without hesitation, I steadied her arm. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
She didn’t argue.
I walked beside her, steady and slow, keeping a hand just behind her back, just in case. She leaned on me slightly—not too much, just enough to make me feel the weight of her trust. My mind ran faster than my footsteps.
I didn’t plan for this.
I didn’t expect this.
We reached the hotel entrance, and I guided her through the lobby, toward the elevator. She looked pale, but she still tried to smile. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I said, firmer than I meant to.
The elevator dinged. We stepped in.
Just a few more steps to her room.
But just as we rounded the corner of her hallway—
“…Babe?”
I froze.
That voice.
I turned around, and there she was.
Kim.
Standing a few doors down, her arms holding a coffee tray and some files, clearly not expecting to see this.
She looked at me.
Then at Y/N.
Then at the way I was holding Y/N’s arm gently, protectively.
Silence.
Too long of a silence.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Y/N stood up a little straighter, her hand subtly slipping away from mine.
And just like that—
The hallway felt heavier than any seminar room we had just left.
“Kim—wait!” I called out, but her figure had already turned the corner.
She was running.
And so I did too.
“Kim, please, it’s not what you think! I swear!” My voice echoed down the hallway.
But she didn’t stop.
She didn’t even turn back.
I chased after her out of instinct, out of desperation, but I never caught up. She was gone before I could explain… before I could even process how everything flipped in seconds.
I stood outside the hotel alone, breath uneven. All I could do was whisper a weak, “I’m sorry,” to the night air. But no one heard it. Not even her.
That night, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.
I stared at the ceiling of my room, tossing and turning, hearing the echo of her footsteps in my head, the way her eyes clouded with hurt, the disbelief on her face. I told myself over and over again that it didn’t mean anything. That what I felt for Y/N was just—just confusion. Work stress. Proximity. Something meaningless.
And if it wasn’t meaningless?
It should be.
I have a girlfriend.
Or at least—I did.
I had to make things right.
Morning came heavy and unforgiving. My body wanted to shut down, but my mind was already set. When the rest of the team checked out and headed back to the office, I stayed behind.
I told them I had something personal to handle.
And I did.
I passed by a flower shop on the way. I picked out her favorite roses—white with soft pink edges, the kind she once mentioned liking when we passed by a garden, back when things were still simple.
I held them tightly, determined, as I approached her apartment building.
Maybe she wouldn’t forgive me right away. Maybe she’d shout, or cry, or not even open the door.
But I had to try.
I just wanted her to know I chose her.
I reached her door—and it was already slightly open.
“Kim?” I called gently, pushing it a bit.
What I saw stopped me in place.
She was there. —with someone else.
My friend.
And before they even noticed me standing frozen at the door, I heard their voices—clearly, painfully.
“Yes… I saw him cheating on me!” Kim said, her voice breaking.
“But you cheated too,” the man said, his hand on her back. “You’re both just… cheating with different people.”
Kim covered her face and sobbed. “I don’t know… I just—It hurts. I know I’ll hurt him if he ever sees me like this. But it also hurt me so much… to see him with her.”
“Then why did you do this?” he asked softly.
Kim was quiet. Then, almost whispering:
“Because he never had time for me. I have needs too, you know…”
And just like that, she leaned forward and kissed him.
That was the moment she finally saw me.
She pulled away from the kiss and froze. Her eyes widened in horror.
I was just standing there—roses still in my hand, heart now shattered on the floor.
I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
Because yes, maybe I cheated… mentally. Maybe thinking about Y/N too often was already a betrayal. But I fought it. I tried. I stayed. I loved Kim through all the chaos in my mind.
I didn’t cross that line.
But what I just witnessed… was different.
That wasn’t a feeling.
That was a choice.
I didn’t even know when my legs started moving. Only that they did. I turned, and I ran.
Ran from the sight. Ran from the pain. Ran from everything.
A few days passed. Kim’s messages came in like small aftershocks. At first, there were questions. Then, accusations. Then silence.
Until the last one finally came:
“Fine! I cheated! I’m tired of fixing this relationship.”
I stared at the screen for a long time.
I waited for more. For something softer to follow. But nothing came.
She gave up. Just like that.
Maybe she was already tired way before I realized it. Or maybe I just gave her too many reasons to be.
But me? I didn’t stop.
I worked nonstop.
Didn’t even notice how many hours passed—didn’t care either. I skipped breaks. Skipped meals. Skipped feeling.
Maybe that’s what a broken heart does. It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t cry. It just… turns you quiet.
Colleagues were starting to worry. I’d hear them whisper sometimes.
“He’s still here?” “It’s almost 10PM…” “Did he even eat lunch?”
But I just kept working. It was easier. Easier to drown in reports and deadlines than to sit with my thoughts. Easier to feel the weight of stress than the weight of what I lost.
So I stayed late. Again. And again. Sometimes, I’d be the last one to turn off the office lights. Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to turn them off at all.
I guess this is what pain and guilt does—it doesn’t always hurt like knives… sometimes it numbs you so deeply, even exhaustion loses its meaning.
I was tired.
But even that… I couldn’t feel anymore.
I was just here.
Working.
Breathing.
Trying.
Because if I stopped… if I slowed down for even one second, I knew I’d remember everything.
And I wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
One morning, as I scrolled through a dull chain of emails, a cup of coffee slid silently across my table.
I looked up.
Y/N.
She gave me a soft smile, hesitant, almost like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to still be kind to me.
“Thanks,” I said, voice quieter than I intended.
She nodded and walked away.
I needed air. The kind that didn’t taste like burnt coffee and broken expectations.
I went to the office balcony.
The cold breeze slapped my face—finally, something I could feel.
“Hey,” a voice spoke gently from behind.
Y/N.
She stood beside me, eyes searching mine.
“I… I feel guilty,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I hadn’t gotten dizzy that day… if I hadn’t needed your help, maybe you two wouldn’t have…”
Her voice trailed off.
I exhaled. “It’s okay.”
I didn’t say more.
Because how do you say, “It’s okay because I found out she was already sleeping with someone else”?
“I messaged her,” she added, voice trembling. “Tried to explain that it wasn’t what she thought. That you were just helping me… but she blocked me.”
Of course she did. Why would Kim want truth now?
“I’ll go talk to her,” Y/N insisted, eyes pleading. “She has to know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll make her understand.”
“Don’t,” I said, finally turning to look at her.
Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”
I stared at the horizon.
“Because there’s nothing left to save.”
Her lips parted, confused. “What do you mean?”
I forced a breath. The truth sat like a stone in my throat. Heavy. Sharp.
“She cheated,” I said. “And not just with anyone. With my friend. And I also did..”
Y/N’s eyes widened. “No… no, you didn’t—”
“We did.” My voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of numb calm that only happens when you’ve run out of tears.
She didn’t say anything.
So I added, “And the worst part is… I don’t know which one of us started cheating first.”
Her voice cracked. “What do you mean?”
I finally looked her in the eye.
“You asked who I cheated with,” I said quietly. “And the truth is… I didn’t. Not with my body. But…”
I paused. Looked away again. Swallowed hard.
“I cheated with my heart.”
The breeze was suddenly colder.
“I cheated every time I looked at you and forgot what love was supposed to feel like with someone else. Every time I laughed at your jokes. Every time I noticed your perfume. Every time I stayed a little longer in your orbit because it felt… lighter.”
A long silence. Her breath hitched.
“What I felt for you,” I said, voice breaking, “was real. But it was wrong.”
Y/N stayed still. I didn’t expect her to speak. But she did.
“I think…” she began slowly, “this really was my fault.”
I turned to her.
“Because I fell for you too,” she whispered, her voice raw and shaking. “The man I knew could never be mine… because he already belonged to someone else.”
And there we were.
Two people standing still, with too many feelings and nowhere to put them.
Not together.
Not apart.
Just suspended in the heartbreak.
Y/N didn’t speak right away.
But when she finally did, her voice carried the weight of everything she’d kept in.
“I tried to impress you, you know?” she said, looking down at her fingers as they fidgeted. “Back when we had that emergency meeting, I was saying things I barely even understood—just hoping you’d notice me.”
I blinked, surprised.
She smiled faintly. “And that night I got drunk? I was so embarrassed… but a part of me was glad you saw me that way. Not perfect. Not composed. Just… me. That girl who liked you so much, she said things she shouldn’t.”
I didn’t interrupt. Just listened.
“I stared at you when you were working,” she confessed, cheeks turning a little red. “Not just once. A lot. Maybe too much. And when you got stuck in the printing room—Mr. Grr,” she added with a soft laugh, “I knew you were stressed. I wanted to help… even if it was just with a jammed printer.”
I chuckled lightly. “Mr. Grr did finally behave.”
“And when you came to my desk asking for my part,” she said, her smile turning gentler, “I liked those moments. I liked that you needed me, even if it was just for work. I liked seeing you up close.”
She paused for a breath.
“When you said yes to the seminar, I couldn’t even hide how happy I was. I know it was wrong. To want you like that. To hope for something when you had someone already. But… I liked you too much, Mr. Lee. And being wrong? It just… faded.”
She looked up at me, guilt shimmering in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”
Because it was.
Not because we were blameless—but because I understood now.
“It was the mentality,” I said. “If I was really faithful, nothing would’ve swayed me. But I let myself fall… fast. Too fast. That’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
We both laughed softly.
“Who even says sorry to who first in this situation?” she asked, eyes glinting through the sadness.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “But here we are.”
Two hearts, sitting with the wreckage of what they felt.
Two people who didn’t mean to break anything.
But did.
She took a deep breath. “I guess feelings really can’t be stopped, huh?”
“No,” I said quietly. “But they can be understood.”
She nodded. “I know we started… the wrong way.”
I looked at her. “Yeah. But if—if we were given a chance someday… maybe we could start right.”
A silence hung between us.
Hopeful. Gentle.
“But not now,” I added.
She nodded again. “Not now.”
Because right now…
We need to work.
We need to heal.
We need to grow separately from the mess we made together.
We exchanged one last look—neither heavy nor forced. Just something real. Something honest.
She smiled faintly and turned to walk back inside the office.
And I followed.
Because even if the heart aches, life goes on.
—The End.
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uhmmm i was doing this fic for hours and neglecting my hydraulics exam..but it was all worth it HAHAHA pleaseee read it
Fun fact: i continue this because i saw an article of a couple and their story started from being enemies in academics too. How lovelyy this happening in real life
...So much I think it must be
True love
(part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..")
seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count:6.8k
summary; It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
an: oh please i love this soo much. i hope you also do! (i know i said it will only short but...) Can be read as stand alone, but it was better if you read the first one.
listen to True Love by Pink
You and Seungmin have been together for two years now. It’s funny how things turned out. Everyone around you always says the same thing: “You two are perfect for each other.” It’s almost cliché, but they’re not wrong. Despite the ups and downs, your bond has only grown stronger over time.
At first glance, no one would have guessed you'd end up together. You and Seungmin were like fire and ice. You’d argue about the smallest things—who was better at math, who had the best grades, or even who would finish their lunch first. You were competitive to a fault, constantly trying to outshine each other during school days.
But somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and friendly competition, something changed. The bickering turned playful. The challenges became a way to spend more time together. Before you knew it, he wasn’t just the guy you argued with—he became the one person who truly understood you.
You went from rivals, to best friends, to… well, something much more. Seungmin is still that competitive guy who drives you crazy, but now he’s also the one who makes your heart race with just a smile.
You often joke that you and Seungmin are like a cat and a dog—always at each other’s throats, only to end up tangled together in some ridiculous hug moments later.
One time, after a particularly heated argument about who was better at a silly arcade game, you kicked him in the leg under the table. He dramatically doubled over as if you’d really hurt him, only to have you clinging to his leg five minutes later, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.
Those playful moments make your relationship special. You pinch his arms, but later, those same arms become your pillow when you sleep. You pretend to hate his antics, but deep down, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the quieter moments, when the laughter fades and it’s just the two of you, you find comfort in how well you understand each other. On the vulnerable days, when life feels overwhelming, Seungmin is there, and it’s like you’re soulmates—soup mates, as you two love to joke, because he once insisted that the way you fit together is as comforting as a warm bowl of soup.
It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
That evening, you find yourselves lounging on the couch, both of you too tired to do much of anything. The day had been long—work, school, life—but with Seungmin next to you, everything felt a little lighter.
A few rounds in playing your favorite game, you’re locked in an intense game. Seungmin is winning, and you can feel your frustration rising. You glance down at your cards, trying to hide your devious smile.
“Pick four,” Seungmin says with a laugh, tossing down the card as if he’s already won.
You frown, glaring at the pile of cards you’re supposed to pick up. “You think you’ve got me, huh?” you say, squinting at him.
He leans back, hands behind his head. “I know I do.”
You look at your hand and, with a grin, pull out the ultimate weapon. “Pick eight!”
His smirk falters. He glances at the new card on the pile and then back at you. “What?”
“You heard me,” you say triumphantly. “Pick. Eight.”
Seungmin frowns, staring at his hand. “I won’t... because you’re about to pick twelve!” He grins, tossing down another card.
Your jaw drops, and you stare at the card pile in disbelief. “No way!” you shout, quickly playing your reverse card. “Ha!”
“I anticipated that,” he says smoothly, not missing a beat. He pulls out another reverse card, laying it down with a calm smirk.
“What?! No!” you shout, your voice rising. “That’s not fair!”
“Go ahead,” Seungmin says, still grinning. “Pick your cards.”
You glare at the stack of cards you’re about to draw. “Oh no,” you mutter dramatically, placing a yellow skip card. “I’m not losing this time!”
He looks down at the skip card and grins wider. “You sure about that?”
You squint at him. “Don’t tell me…”
Seungmin stands up, towering over the table, and slaps down his own skip card. “UNO!”, he shouts victoriously, laughing as he pumps his fist in the air.
You stare at him, completely stunned. And then... you start to cry. Literally cry.
Seungmin’s laughter dies down as he realizes what’s happening. “Wait—are you crying?” he asks, rushing over to you, his hands gently holding your face.
You sniff dramatically. “You always win,” you say in a pitiful voice, though deep down, you know you’re just being overly dramatic for the cuddles.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay. You win,” he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You win. No more Uno.”
You sniff again, leaning into his warmth. “You better let me win next time,” you mumble, already feeling better as he wraps his arms tighter around you.
He laughs softly. “Whatever you say.”
Seungmin had always been your greatest inspiration, just as you were his. Whenever life got tough, he was the one who motivated you to keep pushing forward. You leaned on each other, growing stronger together, especially after high school when you both embarked on your college journeys. Seungmin was diving into music, while you pursued your passion for acting. Balancing the pressures of school and life was a challenge, but with him by your side, every obstacle felt a little less daunting.
You shared a small, cozy apartment—a space you quickly transformed into a home filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. It was perfect in its imperfections, a reflection of your unique bond.
One evening, after a long day of classes, Seungmin had cooked a delicious dinner. You collapsed on the couch, savoring the scent wafting from the kitchen.
“I cooked, so you’re on dish duty tonight!” you declared, a playful smirk on your face.
“Every time I cook, I end up washing the dishes too!” he replied, feigning exasperation.
You crossed your arms dramatically. “Then we’re watching Despicable Me later!”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wash. But we’re watching Pitch Perfect first.”
“Agh, not again! We just watched it last week!”
“Okay, how about we wash the dishes together, and then we can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks?” he offered, his smile returning. That was your shared favorite, after all.
“Deal!” you said, excitement bubbling in your chest.
Washing the dishes turned into a delightful mess. Seungmin started the playful chaos by gently tapping a bubble onto your nose. You laughed, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.
“Two can play this game!” You dipped your hands into the soapy water and smeared bubbles onto his face, pretending it was a beard. “Look at you, Mr. Clean!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very funny! But I think I’ve seen better beards in my life!”
As you both continued the playful antics, he teased you by lathering bubbles all over your face. You gasped, trying to chase him down when he darted away.
“Catch me if you can!” he called, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.
You chased him around the small apartment, and just when you thought you had him cornered, he turned and caught you in his arms, both of you still giggling like children.
“Alright, alright,” he said, breathless. “Now that we’ve completed our bubble fight, how about we take a shower before movie night?”
“Only if you promise not to hog the hot water!” you teased.
“Deal!” he replied with a wink.
After a shared shower filled with laughter and splashes, you both dried off and prepared for your movie night. As Pitch Perfect started playing, you settled into the couch, arms wrapped around each other, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, half-empty from the endless snacking. The familiar sound of his laughter fills the room as he playfully pokes you in the ribs, trying to steal the last handful of popcorn.
“Hey! No fair! I’m the one who made this, remember?” you protest, swatting his hand away with a giggle.
“Please, you just popped the bag. I did all the hard work by sitting here and looking cute,” he counters, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re insufferable,” you tease, and he pretends to be wounded, dramatically clutching his heart.
“Insufferable? Wow, I thought we were past all this name-calling. Just the other day, you called me your favorite person,” he says, winking at you.
“Only because you keep me entertained,” you reply with a smirk, leaning back to grab another handful of popcorn.
In the middle of the movie, the two of you began reminiscing about the past. “Do you remember that camp in middle school? The one where you pushed me into the mud?” You shoot him a mock glare.
Seungmin bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You looked like a muddy potato!”
“Thanks, very flattering,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest in mock indignation. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to wash that out of my hair?”
He grins, clearly enjoying this walk down memory lane. “I did it because you were so cute in those banana pajamas. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how adorable you looked. I got jealous!”
Your jaw drops in surprise, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You were jealous? So, you decided to make my life miserable? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? You remember me now.”
“Yeah, I remember you as the worst person ever,” you retort, but your heart swells with affection. “But now? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Seungmin's expression softens, and he leans in closer. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers, his voice sincere.
You share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmth of your memories flooding over you. Then, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, filled with the tenderness that only two years of love can create.
Pulling away, you chuckle softly, “I guess I can forgive you for that muddy incident after all.”
“Just after that?” he asks, feigning shock. “I was expecting a bit more gratitude for making you who you are today.”
You roll your eyes again, but the laughter doesn’t stop. “Alright, fine! Thank you for pushing me into the mud; it led to this beautiful moment of us sitting on the couch, sharing popcorn and memories.”
“See? It’s all about perspective,” he says with a satisfied smile, his hand brushing against yours.
And in that moment, you know that this—this life with Seungmin, filled with laughter, teasing, and love—is everything you ever wanted. You hope it will last forever.
Seungmin was also your practice buddy, always there to help you with your lines.
“I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!” you declared dramatically, trying to channel all the emotion you could muster.
He watched you with an amused expression, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh really?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Because it looks like you’re about to break into a musical number any second now.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious here!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s try again,” he said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine Elizabeth is right in front of you. Really feel it!”
You took a deep breath and repeated the line with even more feeling. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
Seungmin burst into laughter, clapping his hands. “You know, if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you could always pursue a career in stand-up comedy!”
“Ahh, babe, you aren’t a big help,” you complained, playfully swatting at him. “You’re supposed to be my coach, not my heckler!”
He leaned forward, pretending to consider it seriously. “Hmm, maybe I should charge you for coaching fees. Let’s see... One kiss for each lesson?”
“Nice try!” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”
“Alright, how about this? If you nail this next line, I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he offered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
“You’re on!” you said, excitement bubbling within you. “But if I don’t nail it, you have to wash the dishes for a week!”
“Deal!” he laughed, clearly enjoying the challenge.
You focused again, summoning every ounce of emotion. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
His eyes widened as you delivered the line perfectly this time. “Wow! Look at you! That was amazing!” he exclaimed, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Such a moving performance!”
You beamed, proud of yourself. “See? I told you I could do it!”
“Alright, alright, you win this round,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t get too cocky. We still have more lines to practice.”
You smiled slyly. “More lines means more kisses, right?”
“Only if you keep up this level of talent!” he shot back, winking at you.
With that, you both dove back into practice, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the warmth of shared moments that made every day feel like an adventure.
One of your favorite memories with Seungmin was that time you caught a terrible fever. You had been feeling sluggish all day, and by evening, it hit you like a truck. Seungmin noticed the change in your mood right away.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently touched your forehead. "You’re burning up!"
You gave a weak smile, trying to downplay it. "I’m fine… just need to rest a little."
He shook his head, already on his feet. "Nope, you’re officially under Seungmin's care now. Doctor’s orders."
Even through the haze of your fever, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Doctor Seungmin, huh? Since when did you go to med school?”
He grinned down at you. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m an expert at treating stubborn patients,” he teased, making you chuckle softly. “Now, stay put while I get you some water.”
For the rest of the day, Seungmin was by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He cooked you a warm soup that he claimed was “an old family recipe,” though you were pretty sure he made it up on the spot. Still, it tasted like comfort, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.
“Want anything else, sick patient?” he asked, plopping down beside you after tucking the blanket around your shoulders for the third time.
“Maybe… a movie? Something light to distract me?” you suggested, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Despicable Me? That’s your go-to comfort movie, right?”
You grinned, already feeling a bit better. “Yeah, but only if we can watch Pitch Perfect after.”
He groaned dramatically. “Not again with Pitch Perfect! But fine, since you’re sick and all… I’ll allow it.”
You nudged him playfully. “You secretly love it, admit it.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile. “I guess I have a soft spot for watching you geek out over the musical numbers.”
As the night went on, Seungmin kept checking on you, bringing you snacks, adjusting your blanket, and even giving you a forehead kiss here and there, pretending it was part of his “treatment plan.”
Despite the fever and exhaustion, having Seungmin by your side made everything feel a little brighter. You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice, and when you woke up, he was still there, holding your hand, fast asleep on the couch next to you.
It was in moments like these that you knew how lucky you were to have him—someone who took care of you, made you laugh, and turned even the worst days into something special.
There was also that time when Seungmin had an important music presentation for one of his classes. He had been practicing for weeks, perfecting every note, every rhythm, and you knew how much it meant to him. Unfortunately, your own schedule had been packed, with rehearsals for an upcoming play, and it seemed like there was no way you could attend his presentation.
“I get it, really. Don’t stress,” Seungmin had said, giving you a reassuring smile over breakfast that morning. But you could tell there was a little disappointment hidden behind those words.
Still, you hated the thought of not being there for him, especially when he was always there for you. So you decided to make it work. After an intense day of rehearsals, you managed to sneak out a little early. Without telling him, you grabbed a cab to the venue where his presentation was being held.
By the time you arrived, the presentation was already well underway. You quietly slipped into the back row of the auditorium, catching the last few minutes of his performance. Seungmin was standing confidently on stage, his hands on the keyboard, his voice filling the room with emotion. You could see the passion in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride.
As soon as he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you stood up, clapping louder than anyone. When Seungmin looked out into the audience, his eyes widened in surprise. He spotted you standing there, and his face broke into the biggest, brightest smile. The kind of smile that made you feel like the most important person in the world.
Afterwards, he rushed over to you, practically jogging off the stage.
“You came!” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course I did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. “I thought you had rehearsals?”
“I did, but I snuck out early. Don’t tell my director,” you whispered with a playful grin.
Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” you teased back, making him roll his eyes, though you knew he loved it. “You were amazing, by the way.”
His smile grew even wider. “You think so? I was so nervous.”
“I couldn’t tell at all,” you assured him, then added, “You’re always incredible.”
One of the best memories you had together was that spontaneous road trip to the beach. It wasn’t planned—nothing ever really was with Seungmin. One Friday afternoon, after a long week of classes and rehearsals, he had just shown up at your apartment with a grin on his face and his car keys in hand.
“Pack your bags,” he had said. “We’re going to the sea.”
“Wait, what? Now?” you asked, eyes wide in surprise.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. We’re leaving in five.”
Despite the suddenness, you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. So, in true Seungmin fashion, you threw a few things into a bag, and before you knew it, you were both in the car, windows down, sun setting in the distance, and the ocean waiting for you on the other side.
The drive started off peaceful, with a soft breeze ruffling your hair as Seungmin hummed along to the radio. But then it came on—Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
As soon as the first notes played, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He turned to you, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “You know what time it is.”
You laughed, already knowing where this was headed. “No way. I am not singing that.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he said, cranking up the volume. And without missing a beat, he started belting out the lyrics, with so much enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but join in.
“So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song—” you sang, matching his energy, your voice blending with his as the two of you practically yelled the lyrics together.
The car became a concert stage, the wind whipping through your hair as you danced in your seats, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Seungmin banged his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, and you threw your hands up in the air, living in the moment.
“It’s a party in the USA!” you both shouted at the top of your lungs, finishing the chorus with a triumphant fist pump.
By the time the song ended, you were both a mess of laughter and gasps for air, the car filled with the lingering sound of your shared joy. You glanced over at Seungmin, who was still chuckling to himself, and your heart swelled with affection.
“God, I’m so bad at that,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye.
“You’re the best,” he corrected, flashing you that cheeky grin that always made you smile. “Besides, if anyone’s listening, they’re just jealous of your skills.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Right, because off-key karaoke is a highly sought-after talent.”
“Hey, you sounded amazing,” he teased, reaching over to playfully poke your side. “You could totally go on tour.”
“Only if you’re my backup dancer,” you shot back, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.
“Oh, I’d steal the show,” he replied, and for a moment, the teasing softened as he glanced over at you, eyes filled with affection.
As the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the road, you leaned back in your seat, feeling completely at ease. With Seungmin by your side, singing karaoke and heading toward the sea, everything just felt right.
But as much as your relationship with Seungmin was filled with laughter and warmth, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes, happiness wasn’t just happiness��it was tested.
It happened during one of your most important group projects. You were cast as the lead in a film, and your group wanted it to be perfect—flawless. Seungmin, understanding what acting required, always supported your work. But this project turned out to be different. The script called for a kiss—something you didn’t see coming. At first, you brushed it off. It was just acting, after all. You were a professional.
But there was one thing you hadn’t done, something that began to eat away at you slowly—you hadn’t told Seungmin about it.
It wasn’t that you forgot; you deliberately chose not to. He had been so busy with his music major, drowning in rehearsals and deadlines. You didn’t want to burden him with something that could wait, something that would only distract him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
The day of the filming came, and it was tense. The set was buzzing with nerves, everyone eager to get things just right. You were in the middle of a take, preparing for the scene where the kiss was supposed to happen, when you noticed Seungmin in the distance. He had shown up unexpectedly, holding a lunchbox, his eyes scanning the set.
At first, your heart leapt seeing him. But then the weight of your secret hit you hard.
You hadn’t told him.
And now he was here.
When he saw you kiss your co-star for the scene, his face changed. You saw the surprise, then the hurt, and then… the anger.
He turned and walked away before you could explain. And just like that, everything came crashing down.
The next few days were a blur. Seungmin wouldn’t return your calls or answer your texts. He was always “busy,” but you knew something deeper was wrong. It went on for a week—long, agonizing days of silence. One night, he didn’t even come home. You didn’t know it was because he had been working late on his presentation, but the fear that he might be slipping away from you overwhelmed you. You spent that night crying, feeling like you had lost him.
Finally, after a week of this unbearable distance, you found him sitting at the piano in the apartment, his fingers absentmindedly playing a soft melody. His face was tired, his expression distant.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Seungmin, please… let’s talk.”
He didn’t respond at first, just kept playing. But then, slowly, he stopped, his hands resting on the keys. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaky. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just… I didn’t want to make you worry when you were already so busy with your major.”
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “It wasn’t about the kiss. Not really. I know what acting is, and I get that. But you didn’t tell me. I found out by watching it happen.”
You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. I thought it would just… complicate things.”
Seungmin shook his head. “That’s the problem. You didn’t trust me with it. You think I can’t handle these things, but I can. I just need you to be honest with me, like I’m honest with you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I was wrong for hiding it. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”
His gaze softened, and he got up from the piano, walking over to you. “It’s not about knowing every little thing. I just need to know we’re in this together. That we’re open with each other, no matter what.”
You wiped at your tears, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. “I promise, Seungmin. I’ll do better. I just don’t want to lose you.”
He smiled softly, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t. Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”
You nodded into his chest, feeling his warmth, grateful that the weight of that silence had lifted. There was still so much love between you, and you both knew that even when things got tough, you’d find a way to make it through.
In that moment, as he held you close, you realized that relationships weren’t just about the easy, happy moments. They were about being able to weather the storms together, learning from the mistakes, and growing stronger from them.
After the rain, there was sunshine again—brighter than ever. 🌞
As you both lounged on the couch, the TV remained off, and the world outside seemed distant. It was just you two, basking in each other's company. The room was filled with the soft hum of contentment, the kind that comes from knowing you're right where you're meant to be.
“When we become successful, let’s buy a big house,” Seungmin said, his voice steady but full of excitement for the future.
You turned to him, eyes twinkling, “Yes! With a cinema room, so we can watch movies on a big screen!” You mimed holding a popcorn bowl, already imagining those cozy nights.
“And a kitchen. A big kitchen,” Seungmin added, smiling at the thought of cooking together, even if it meant the usual playful arguments over who would do the dishes.
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “And then... we’ll have kids,” you said, a soft smile spreading across your face as you dared to speak about a future you had only dreamed of.
Seungmin, though caught off guard, smiled gently at you. He’d never brought up the idea first, always wanting to respect your wishes and the life you wanted. What if you didn’t want kids? He never wanted to push. But hearing you say it filled him with warmth.
“How many do you want?” he asked, curiosity mixing with affection.
You grinned mischievously, “I want ten.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. “Ten? That’s… a lot.”
“I want a basketball team, and we’ll need a cheerleader for them,” you giggled, already picturing the chaos.
Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “If you want it, I’m here for you. But... according to my mom, she couldn’t even handle me, and I was an only child.”
You pouted playfully. “Well… our kid might be just like you.”
“At least I’m handsome,” he said with a mock serious expression, turning his side profile toward you like he was posing for a photoshoot.
“Yeah,” you teased, rolling your eyes, “but hard to handle.”
“Then we’ll handle him together,” Seungmin said, laughing.
“And after that, we’ll have a girl,” you added softly, imagining the little family you could build.
“They’ll probably fight each other,” Seungmin mused, a smirk on his face.
“And then love each other, too,” you said, completing the thought.
Seungmin squeezed your hand, his voice tender. “Yeah... just like we do.”
Your third anniversary snuck up on both of you, buried beneath the mountain of academic work and deadlines. It seemed like the day would slip by unnoticed, just another day marked by exhaustion. You came home, drained, longing for nothing more than to collapse into bed beside Seungmin.
But when you opened the door, what you saw made you freeze in place.
There he was, standing in the middle of the room, guitar in hand, a warm smile on his face. The room was transformed—soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over delicate flowers arranged around the room. The scent of roses mixed with the sweetness of jasmine filled the air. It was as if the whole world had slowed, the weight of the day evaporating in an instant.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were about to cry, already overwhelmed, when Seungmin strummed his guitar and started singing *Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You*.
You stopped mid-step, forgetting about your shoes, your bag—everything. Your hands flew to your face, completely taken by the surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, but tonight felt different. His voice seemed to carry more than just notes; it carried promises, memories, and a future you had dreamed of but never dared to hope for.
As he approached, still singing the chorus, his eyes never left yours. Every note felt like a vow, every lyric like an unspoken question. By the time he reached you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Even before the song had finished, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his body as he set down the guitar to hug you back.
Seungmin continued to sing, but now it was just his voice, soft and raw—no instruments, just the sound of his heart speaking to yours. He kissed your forehead as you held him tightly, your eyes brimming with tears of happiness.
You held him close, still amazed by how much your life had changed. How this person, who used to drive you insane with teasing, had become the man you couldn’t imagine living without.
As if reading your thoughts, Seungmin gently pulled away, reaching over to the table and grabbing a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you with a tender smile. When you finally pulled away from the hug, tears streaked down your face, and you quickly wiped them, laughing at yourself.
He chuckled, too. “I shouldn’t have done this if I knew I’d make you cry,” he teased softly.
You playfully slapped his chest, still emotional. “They’re happy tears. It was so beautiful I couldn’t help it.”
Seungmin grinned, his eyes sparkling. “I’m just glad you’re crying from happiness this time. Not like that time I beat you in exams,” he joked, breaking the seriousness with that signature humor of his.
You shook your head, unable to find the words to express what you felt. But you didn’t need to say anything; the love between you was palpable.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your temple. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled again, and without thinking, you whispered, "I love you more than anything." You pulled him into another tight hug, feeling so safe in his arms, as if nothing in the world could hurt you as long as you had him. “And I think…” your voice trembled as you spoke, “I think I want to spend every year of my life with you.”
Seungmin pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft but intense. He reached into his jacket pocket, and you didn’t notice at first until he slowly dropped down to one knee.
Your breath caught in your throat as time seemed to stand still.
“I was going to wait,” he began, his voice steady, though you could hear the emotion beneath it. “I was going to wait for the perfect moment, the perfect day, but I realized… any day with you is perfect.” He took a small box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate, shimmering ring.
You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth in disbelief.
“So, I figured… why wait?” His eyes never wavered from yours, full of love and sincerity. “Will you marry me?”
Tears spilled over, and you nodded, unable to speak at first. Finally, through shaky breaths, you whispered, “Yes… of course, yes!”
Seungmin’s face broke into the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen as he slipped the ring onto your finger. The room felt warmer, brighter—like all the love you had for each other had materialized and wrapped itself around you both. When he stood up, you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him with all the love and excitement you could pour into that moment.
“I love you so much,” you murmured between kisses, still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you were now engaged to the man you loved more than anything in the world.
He laughed softly, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”
The rest of the night felt like a dream. You had a candlelit dinner, toasting to your future together, the soft glow of the candles reflecting off the ring that now symbolized your love. The night ended with tender kisses, whispered promises, and the kind of intimacy that comes from knowing your heart has found its home.
It was a night neither of you would ever forget—the beginning of the rest of your lives together.
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Three years later, life looked like a dream you both had worked so hard to build. You and Seungmin had finally reached the heights of your careers, but what made it even more special was that you had done it together.
You, now a well-respected actress and director, were creating films that moved people—stories that made audiences laugh, cry, and think. Seungmin, now a renowned singer and producer, was loved by millions, with his songs climbing the charts and his name celebrated all over. Despite your busy schedules, you always found your way back to each other, making time for the little moments that mattered most.
You lived in the house you had once dreamed about on your anniversary, a beautiful home with large windows that let in the sunlight and a garden filled with flowers. It had a cozy cinema room—just like you had imagined—where the two of you often curled up to watch movies on the big screen after long days of work. There was a spacious kitchen, perfect for the playful cooking battles you still had, and laughter often echoed through the halls as you lived out the life you’d envisioned, but even better than you could have imagined.
And now, you were happily married.
The wedding had been intimate and beautiful, surrounded by the people you loved most. Seungmin had cried as you walked down the aisle, and though he tried to play it cool, his trembling hands as he held yours during the vows gave him away. It had been a day filled with tears of joy, laughter, and promises of forever. And now, here you were, living that forever.
As you both relaxed in your living room, the glow of a soft sunset spilling through the windows, Seungmin leaned back against the couch, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Remember how much you hated me back then?” he asked, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eye.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I didn’t just hate you,” you teased. “I despised you. If I had teleportation powers back then, I would've dumped you right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a second thought.”
Seungmin burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “You really would’ve, too! You used to look at me like you were plotting my demise.”
“Well, you didn’t make it easy,” you retorted, smirking. “You always laughed at my misery. You had this evil little laugh every time I got a lower grade than you. It drove me crazy.”
Seungmin wiped away a fake tear of joy. “It was so fun watching you squirm!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile playing on your lips gave you away. “And then that Romeo and Juliet project… I thought that was the universe punishing me. I had to be paired with you of all people.”
He grinned wider, eyes sparkling with fondness. “That project changed everything, though.”
You sighed, the memory tugging at your heart. “Yeah… I thought you were insufferable, but then I saw how serious you were about acting. You weren’t just the annoying kid who was good at everything. You actually had depth.”
Seungmin leaned closer, his tone softening. “And I thought you were just competitive for the sake of it, but you were so passionate. I admired that. You just wanted to be the best version of yourself.”
You smiled, the nostalgia washing over you. “I still can’t believe I went from wishing I could fling you across the globe to… well, spending forever with you.”
Seungmin reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’m glad I wore you down,” he teased.
“You didn’t wear me down,” you said, smiling. “You just… made me see you differently. And I fell in love with who you really are.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something more profound. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Who would’ve thought that the girl who wanted to kill me would be the love of my life?”
You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Life’s funny like that.”
Years passed, and now you were in the hospital delivery room, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and tension. The pain gripped you as contractions came in waves, and Seungmin stood by your side, his face pale with worry, tears already brimming in his eyes as he watched you struggle.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he whispered, his voice shaky as he held your hand, his grip tight but trembling. He wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking helpless as he tried to offer comfort, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.
Through the haze of pain, you saw the tears slip down his cheeks. He was crying harder than you’d ever seen him before, overwhelmed with both fear and love as he watched the woman he adored go through something so difficult.
When the baby’s cries finally filled the room, Seungmin broke down completely. The doctors placed your newborn son in his arms, and he hugged the tiny bundle, tears streaming down his face, whispering something soft and incoherent through his sobs.
“He… he looks like me,” he choked out, looking down at the baby boy swaddled tightly, the resemblance already undeniable. His voice cracked with emotion, and he couldn’t stop crying as he leaned down to kiss you, his heart overflowing with love and relief.
Still exhausted and weak, you looked at the two of them—your husband and your son—and a tired but warm laugh escaped your lips. “I take it back,” you said, smiling faintly through your fatigue. “I don’t want ten anymore. Delivering one was already too much.”
Seungmin chuckled softly, though his eyes were still wet. “Just one… is already perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
You both looked down at the baby, now peacefully asleep in Seungmin’s arms. He shifted closer, wrapping his other arm around you so the three of you could be together, a family. He kissed your forehead softly, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shared a look that held all the love and emotion words could never fully express.
“I love you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
You smiled, your heart swelling with more love than you ever thought possible. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your eyes lingering on the tiny face of your son, knowing that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter—a chapter filled with love, growth, and the family you had dreamed of together.
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guysss readdd it again i edited something and im crying because how can i forget that beautiful part😭😭🤧
...So much I think it must be True love
(part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..")
seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count:6.8k
summary; It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
an: oh please i love this soo much. i hope you also do! (i know i said it will only short but...) Can be read as stand alone, but it was better if you read the first one.
listen to True Love by Pink
You and Seungmin have been together for two years now. It’s funny how things turned out. Everyone around you always says the same thing: “You two are perfect for each other.” It’s almost cliché, but they’re not wrong. Despite the ups and downs, your bond has only grown stronger over time.
At first glance, no one would have guessed you'd end up together. You and Seungmin were like fire and ice. You’d argue about the smallest things—who was better at math, who had the best grades, or even who would finish their lunch first. You were competitive to a fault, constantly trying to outshine each other during school days.
But somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and friendly competition, something changed. The bickering turned playful. The challenges became a way to spend more time together. Before you knew it, he wasn’t just the guy you argued with—he became the one person who truly understood you.
You went from rivals, to best friends, to… well, something much more. Seungmin is still that competitive guy who drives you crazy, but now he’s also the one who makes your heart race with just a smile.
You often joke that you and Seungmin are like a cat and a dog—always at each other’s throats, only to end up tangled together in some ridiculous hug moments later.
One time, after a particularly heated argument about who was better at a silly arcade game, you kicked him in the leg under the table. He dramatically doubled over as if you’d really hurt him, only to have you clinging to his leg five minutes later, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.
Those playful moments make your relationship special. You pinch his arms, but later, those same arms become your pillow when you sleep. You pretend to hate his antics, but deep down, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the quieter moments, when the laughter fades and it’s just the two of you, you find comfort in how well you understand each other. On the vulnerable days, when life feels overwhelming, Seungmin is there, and it’s like you’re soulmates—soup mates, as you two love to joke, because he once insisted that the way you fit together is as comforting as a warm bowl of soup.
It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
That evening, you find yourselves lounging on the couch, both of you too tired to do much of anything. The day had been long—work, school, life—but with Seungmin next to you, everything felt a little lighter.
A few rounds in playing your favorite game, you’re locked in an intense game. Seungmin is winning, and you can feel your frustration rising. You glance down at your cards, trying to hide your devious smile.
“Pick four,” Seungmin says with a laugh, tossing down the card as if he’s already won.
You frown, glaring at the pile of cards you’re supposed to pick up. “You think you’ve got me, huh?” you say, squinting at him.
He leans back, hands behind his head. “I know I do.”
You look at your hand and, with a grin, pull out the ultimate weapon. “Pick eight!”
His smirk falters. He glances at the new card on the pile and then back at you. “What?”
“You heard me,” you say triumphantly. “Pick. Eight.”
Seungmin frowns, staring at his hand. “I won’t... because you’re about to pick twelve!” He grins, tossing down another card.
Your jaw drops, and you stare at the card pile in disbelief. “No way!” you shout, quickly playing your reverse card. “Ha!”
“I anticipated that,” he says smoothly, not missing a beat. He pulls out another reverse card, laying it down with a calm smirk.
“What?! No!” you shout, your voice rising. “That’s not fair!”
“Go ahead,” Seungmin says, still grinning. “Pick your cards.”
You glare at the stack of cards you’re about to draw. “Oh no,” you mutter dramatically, placing a yellow skip card. “I’m not losing this time!”
He looks down at the skip card and grins wider. “You sure about that?”
You squint at him. “Don’t tell me…”
Seungmin stands up, towering over the table, and slaps down his own skip card. “UNO!”, he shouts victoriously, laughing as he pumps his fist in the air.
You stare at him, completely stunned. And then... you start to cry. Literally cry.
Seungmin’s laughter dies down as he realizes what’s happening. “Wait—are you crying?” he asks, rushing over to you, his hands gently holding your face.
You sniff dramatically. “You always win,” you say in a pitiful voice, though deep down, you know you’re just being overly dramatic for the cuddles.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay. You win,” he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You win. No more Uno.”
You sniff again, leaning into his warmth. “You better let me win next time,” you mumble, already feeling better as he wraps his arms tighter around you.
He laughs softly. “Whatever you say.”
Seungmin had always been your greatest inspiration, just as you were his. Whenever life got tough, he was the one who motivated you to keep pushing forward. You leaned on each other, growing stronger together, especially after high school when you both embarked on your college journeys. Seungmin was diving into music, while you pursued your passion for acting. Balancing the pressures of school and life was a challenge, but with him by your side, every obstacle felt a little less daunting.
You shared a small, cozy apartment—a space you quickly transformed into a home filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. It was perfect in its imperfections, a reflection of your unique bond.
One evening, after a long day of classes, Seungmin had cooked a delicious dinner. You collapsed on the couch, savoring the scent wafting from the kitchen.
“I cooked, so you’re on dish duty tonight!” you declared, a playful smirk on your face.
“Every time I cook, I end up washing the dishes too!” he replied, feigning exasperation.
You crossed your arms dramatically. “Then we’re watching Despicable Me later!”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wash. But we’re watching Pitch Perfect first.”
“Agh, not again! We just watched it last week!”
“Okay, how about we wash the dishes together, and then we can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks?” he offered, his smile returning. That was your shared favorite, after all.
“Deal!” you said, excitement bubbling in your chest.
Washing the dishes turned into a delightful mess. Seungmin started the playful chaos by gently tapping a bubble onto your nose. You laughed, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.
“Two can play this game!” You dipped your hands into the soapy water and smeared bubbles onto his face, pretending it was a beard. “Look at you, Mr. Clean!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very funny! But I think I’ve seen better beards in my life!”
As you both continued the playful antics, he teased you by lathering bubbles all over your face. You gasped, trying to chase him down when he darted away.
“Catch me if you can!” he called, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.
You chased him around the small apartment, and just when you thought you had him cornered, he turned and caught you in his arms, both of you still giggling like children.
“Alright, alright,” he said, breathless. “Now that we’ve completed our bubble fight, how about we take a shower before movie night?”
“Only if you promise not to hog the hot water!” you teased.
“Deal!” he replied with a wink.
After a shared shower filled with laughter and splashes, you both dried off and prepared for your movie night. As Pitch Perfect started playing, you settled into the couch, arms wrapped around each other, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, half-empty from the endless snacking. The familiar sound of his laughter fills the room as he playfully pokes you in the ribs, trying to steal the last handful of popcorn.
“Hey! No fair! I’m the one who made this, remember?” you protest, swatting his hand away with a giggle.
“Please, you just popped the bag. I did all the hard work by sitting here and looking cute,” he counters, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re insufferable,” you tease, and he pretends to be wounded, dramatically clutching his heart.
“Insufferable? Wow, I thought we were past all this name-calling. Just the other day, you called me your favorite person,” he says, winking at you.
“Only because you keep me entertained,” you reply with a smirk, leaning back to grab another handful of popcorn.
In the middle of the movie, the two of you began reminiscing about the past. “Do you remember that camp in middle school? The one where you pushed me into the mud?” You shoot him a mock glare.
Seungmin bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You looked like a muddy potato!”
“Thanks, very flattering,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest in mock indignation. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to wash that out of my hair?”
He grins, clearly enjoying this walk down memory lane. “I did it because you were so cute in those banana pajamas. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how adorable you looked. I got jealous!”
Your jaw drops in surprise, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You were jealous? So, you decided to make my life miserable? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? You remember me now.”
“Yeah, I remember you as the worst person ever,” you retort, but your heart swells with affection. “But now? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Seungmin's expression softens, and he leans in closer. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers, his voice sincere.
You share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmth of your memories flooding over you. Then, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, filled with the tenderness that only two years of love can create.
Pulling away, you chuckle softly, “I guess I can forgive you for that muddy incident after all.”
“Just after that?” he asks, feigning shock. “I was expecting a bit more gratitude for making you who you are today.”
You roll your eyes again, but the laughter doesn’t stop. “Alright, fine! Thank you for pushing me into the mud; it led to this beautiful moment of us sitting on the couch, sharing popcorn and memories.”
“See? It’s all about perspective,” he says with a satisfied smile, his hand brushing against yours.
And in that moment, you know that this—this life with Seungmin, filled with laughter, teasing, and love—is everything you ever wanted. You hope it will last forever.
Seungmin was also your practice buddy, always there to help you with your lines.
“I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!” you declared dramatically, trying to channel all the emotion you could muster.
He watched you with an amused expression, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh really?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Because it looks like you’re about to break into a musical number any second now.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious here!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s try again,” he said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine Elizabeth is right in front of you. Really feel it!”
You took a deep breath and repeated the line with even more feeling. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
Seungmin burst into laughter, clapping his hands. “You know, if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you could always pursue a career in stand-up comedy!”
“Ahh, babe, you aren’t a big help,” you complained, playfully swatting at him. “You’re supposed to be my coach, not my heckler!”
He leaned forward, pretending to consider it seriously. “Hmm, maybe I should charge you for coaching fees. Let’s see... One kiss for each lesson?”
“Nice try!” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”
“Alright, how about this? If you nail this next line, I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he offered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
“You’re on!” you said, excitement bubbling within you. “But if I don’t nail it, you have to wash the dishes for a week!”
“Deal!” he laughed, clearly enjoying the challenge.
You focused again, summoning every ounce of emotion. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
His eyes widened as you delivered the line perfectly this time. “Wow! Look at you! That was amazing!” he exclaimed, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Such a moving performance!”
You beamed, proud of yourself. “See? I told you I could do it!”
“Alright, alright, you win this round,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t get too cocky. We still have more lines to practice.”
You smiled slyly. “More lines means more kisses, right?”
“Only if you keep up this level of talent!” he shot back, winking at you.
With that, you both dove back into practice, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the warmth of shared moments that made every day feel like an adventure.
One of your favorite memories with Seungmin was that time you caught a terrible fever. You had been feeling sluggish all day, and by evening, it hit you like a truck. Seungmin noticed the change in your mood right away.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently touched your forehead. "You’re burning up!"
You gave a weak smile, trying to downplay it. "I’m fine… just need to rest a little."
He shook his head, already on his feet. "Nope, you’re officially under Seungmin's care now. Doctor’s orders."
Even through the haze of your fever, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Doctor Seungmin, huh? Since when did you go to med school?”
He grinned down at you. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m an expert at treating stubborn patients,” he teased, making you chuckle softly. “Now, stay put while I get you some water.”
For the rest of the day, Seungmin was by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He cooked you a warm soup that he claimed was “an old family recipe,” though you were pretty sure he made it up on the spot. Still, it tasted like comfort, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.
“Want anything else, sick patient?” he asked, plopping down beside you after tucking the blanket around your shoulders for the third time.
“Maybe… a movie? Something light to distract me?” you suggested, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Despicable Me? That’s your go-to comfort movie, right?”
You grinned, already feeling a bit better. “Yeah, but only if we can watch Pitch Perfect after.”
He groaned dramatically. “Not again with Pitch Perfect! But fine, since you’re sick and all… I’ll allow it.”
You nudged him playfully. “You secretly love it, admit it.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile. “I guess I have a soft spot for watching you geek out over the musical numbers.”
As the night went on, Seungmin kept checking on you, bringing you snacks, adjusting your blanket, and even giving you a forehead kiss here and there, pretending it was part of his “treatment plan.”
Despite the fever and exhaustion, having Seungmin by your side made everything feel a little brighter. You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice, and when you woke up, he was still there, holding your hand, fast asleep on the couch next to you.
It was in moments like these that you knew how lucky you were to have him—someone who took care of you, made you laugh, and turned even the worst days into something special.
There was also that time when Seungmin had an important music presentation for one of his classes. He had been practicing for weeks, perfecting every note, every rhythm, and you knew how much it meant to him. Unfortunately, your own schedule had been packed, with rehearsals for an upcoming play, and it seemed like there was no way you could attend his presentation.
“I get it, really. Don’t stress,” Seungmin had said, giving you a reassuring smile over breakfast that morning. But you could tell there was a little disappointment hidden behind those words.
Still, you hated the thought of not being there for him, especially when he was always there for you. So you decided to make it work. After an intense day of rehearsals, you managed to sneak out a little early. Without telling him, you grabbed a cab to the venue where his presentation was being held.
By the time you arrived, the presentation was already well underway. You quietly slipped into the back row of the auditorium, catching the last few minutes of his performance. Seungmin was standing confidently on stage, his hands on the keyboard, his voice filling the room with emotion. You could see the passion in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride.
As soon as he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you stood up, clapping louder than anyone. When Seungmin looked out into the audience, his eyes widened in surprise. He spotted you standing there, and his face broke into the biggest, brightest smile. The kind of smile that made you feel like the most important person in the world.
Afterwards, he rushed over to you, practically jogging off the stage.
“You came!” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course I did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. “I thought you had rehearsals?”
“I did, but I snuck out early. Don’t tell my director,” you whispered with a playful grin.
Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” you teased back, making him roll his eyes, though you knew he loved it. “You were amazing, by the way.”
His smile grew even wider. “You think so? I was so nervous.”
“I couldn’t tell at all,” you assured him, then added, “You’re always incredible.”
One of the best memories you had together was that spontaneous road trip to the beach. It wasn’t planned—nothing ever really was with Seungmin. One Friday afternoon, after a long week of classes and rehearsals, he had just shown up at your apartment with a grin on his face and his car keys in hand.
“Pack your bags,” he had said. “We’re going to the sea.”
“Wait, what? Now?” you asked, eyes wide in surprise.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. We’re leaving in five.”
Despite the suddenness, you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. So, in true Seungmin fashion, you threw a few things into a bag, and before you knew it, you were both in the car, windows down, sun setting in the distance, and the ocean waiting for you on the other side.
The drive started off peaceful, with a soft breeze ruffling your hair as Seungmin hummed along to the radio. But then it came on—Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
As soon as the first notes played, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He turned to you, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “You know what time it is.”
You laughed, already knowing where this was headed. “No way. I am not singing that.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he said, cranking up the volume. And without missing a beat, he started belting out the lyrics, with so much enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but join in.
“So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song—” you sang, matching his energy, your voice blending with his as the two of you practically yelled the lyrics together.
The car became a concert stage, the wind whipping through your hair as you danced in your seats, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Seungmin banged his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, and you threw your hands up in the air, living in the moment.
“It’s a party in the USA!” you both shouted at the top of your lungs, finishing the chorus with a triumphant fist pump.
By the time the song ended, you were both a mess of laughter and gasps for air, the car filled with the lingering sound of your shared joy. You glanced over at Seungmin, who was still chuckling to himself, and your heart swelled with affection.
“God, I’m so bad at that,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye.
“You’re the best,” he corrected, flashing you that cheeky grin that always made you smile. “Besides, if anyone’s listening, they’re just jealous of your skills.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Right, because off-key karaoke is a highly sought-after talent.”
“Hey, you sounded amazing,” he teased, reaching over to playfully poke your side. “You could totally go on tour.”
“Only if you’re my backup dancer,” you shot back, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.
“Oh, I’d steal the show,” he replied, and for a moment, the teasing softened as he glanced over at you, eyes filled with affection.
As the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the road, you leaned back in your seat, feeling completely at ease. With Seungmin by your side, singing karaoke and heading toward the sea, everything just felt right.
But as much as your relationship with Seungmin was filled with laughter and warmth, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes, happiness wasn’t just happiness—it was tested.
It happened during one of your most important group projects. You were cast as the lead in a film, and your group wanted it to be perfect—flawless. Seungmin, understanding what acting required, always supported your work. But this project turned out to be different. The script called for a kiss—something you didn’t see coming. At first, you brushed it off. It was just acting, after all. You were a professional.
But there was one thing you hadn’t done, something that began to eat away at you slowly—you hadn’t told Seungmin about it.
It wasn’t that you forgot; you deliberately chose not to. He had been so busy with his music major, drowning in rehearsals and deadlines. You didn’t want to burden him with something that could wait, something that would only distract him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
The day of the filming came, and it was tense. The set was buzzing with nerves, everyone eager to get things just right. You were in the middle of a take, preparing for the scene where the kiss was supposed to happen, when you noticed Seungmin in the distance. He had shown up unexpectedly, holding a lunchbox, his eyes scanning the set.
At first, your heart leapt seeing him. But then the weight of your secret hit you hard.
You hadn’t told him.
And now he was here.
When he saw you kiss your co-star for the scene, his face changed. You saw the surprise, then the hurt, and then… the anger.
He turned and walked away before you could explain. And just like that, everything came crashing down.
The next few days were a blur. Seungmin wouldn’t return your calls or answer your texts. He was always “busy,” but you knew something deeper was wrong. It went on for a week—long, agonizing days of silence. One night, he didn’t even come home. You didn’t know it was because he had been working late on his presentation, but the fear that he might be slipping away from you overwhelmed you. You spent that night crying, feeling like you had lost him.
Finally, after a week of this unbearable distance, you found him sitting at the piano in the apartment, his fingers absentmindedly playing a soft melody. His face was tired, his expression distant.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Seungmin, please… let’s talk.”
He didn’t respond at first, just kept playing. But then, slowly, he stopped, his hands resting on the keys. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaky. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just… I didn’t want to make you worry when you were already so busy with your major.”
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “It wasn’t about the kiss. Not really. I know what acting is, and I get that. But you didn’t tell me. I found out by watching it happen.”
You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. I thought it would just… complicate things.”
Seungmin shook his head. “That’s the problem. You didn’t trust me with it. You think I can’t handle these things, but I can. I just need you to be honest with me, like I’m honest with you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I was wrong for hiding it. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”
His gaze softened, and he got up from the piano, walking over to you. “It’s not about knowing every little thing. I just need to know we’re in this together. That we’re open with each other, no matter what.”
You wiped at your tears, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. “I promise, Seungmin. I’ll do better. I just don’t want to lose you.”
He smiled softly, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t. Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”
You nodded into his chest, feeling his warmth, grateful that the weight of that silence had lifted. There was still so much love between you, and you both knew that even when things got tough, you’d find a way to make it through.
In that moment, as he held you close, you realized that relationships weren’t just about the easy, happy moments. They were about being able to weather the storms together, learning from the mistakes, and growing stronger from them.
After the rain, there was sunshine again—brighter than ever. 🌞
As you both lounged on the couch, the TV remained off, and the world outside seemed distant. It was just you two, basking in each other's company. The room was filled with the soft hum of contentment, the kind that comes from knowing you're right where you're meant to be.
“When we become successful, let’s buy a big house,” Seungmin said, his voice steady but full of excitement for the future.
You turned to him, eyes twinkling, “Yes! With a cinema room, so we can watch movies on a big screen!” You mimed holding a popcorn bowl, already imagining those cozy nights.
“And a kitchen. A big kitchen,” Seungmin added, smiling at the thought of cooking together, even if it meant the usual playful arguments over who would do the dishes.
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “And then... we’ll have kids,” you said, a soft smile spreading across your face as you dared to speak about a future you had only dreamed of.
Seungmin, though caught off guard, smiled gently at you. He’d never brought up the idea first, always wanting to respect your wishes and the life you wanted. What if you didn’t want kids? He never wanted to push. But hearing you say it filled him with warmth.
“How many do you want?” he asked, curiosity mixing with affection.
You grinned mischievously, “I want ten.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. “Ten? That’s… a lot.”
“I want a basketball team, and we’ll need a cheerleader for them,” you giggled, already picturing the chaos.
Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “If you want it, I’m here for you. But... according to my mom, she couldn’t even handle me, and I was an only child.”
You pouted playfully. “Well… our kid might be just like you.”
“At least I’m handsome,” he said with a mock serious expression, turning his side profile toward you like he was posing for a photoshoot.
“Yeah,” you teased, rolling your eyes, “but hard to handle.”
“Then we’ll handle him together,” Seungmin said, laughing.
“And after that, we’ll have a girl,” you added softly, imagining the little family you could build.
“They’ll probably fight each other,” Seungmin mused, a smirk on his face.
“And then love each other, too,” you said, completing the thought.
Seungmin squeezed your hand, his voice tender. “Yeah... just like we do.”
Your third anniversary snuck up on both of you, buried beneath the mountain of academic work and deadlines. It seemed like the day would slip by unnoticed, just another day marked by exhaustion. You came home, drained, longing for nothing more than to collapse into bed beside Seungmin.
But when you opened the door, what you saw made you freeze in place.
There he was, standing in the middle of the room, guitar in hand, a warm smile on his face. The room was transformed—soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over delicate flowers arranged around the room. The scent of roses mixed with the sweetness of jasmine filled the air. It was as if the whole world had slowed, the weight of the day evaporating in an instant.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were about to cry, already overwhelmed, when Seungmin strummed his guitar and started singing "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You."
You stopped mid-step, forgetting about your shoes, your bag—everything. Your hands flew to your face, completely taken by the surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, but there was something about the way his voice wrapped around the lyrics tonight. Something that made you fall even deeper in love with him.
As he approached, still singing the chorus, his eyes never left yours. Every note felt like a promise, every lyric a vow. And by the time he reached you, you couldn’t stop yourself. Even before the song had finished, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his body as he put down the guitar to hug you back.
Seungmin continued to sing, but now it was just his voice, soft and raw, no instruments—just the sound of his heart speaking to yours.
You held him tight, unable to believe that this was your life now, that the boy you used to bicker with had become the man you couldn’t live without. It was crazy how much you loved him. Crazy how deeply you'd fallen for the person you once couldn't stand.
Still holding you close, Seungmin reached over to the table and grabbed a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you with a smile. When you finally pulled away from the hug, tears streaked down your face, and you quickly wiped them, laughing at yourself.
He chuckled, too. “I shouldn’t have done this if I knew I’d make you cry.”
You playfully slapped his chest, still emotional. “They’re happy tears. It was so beautiful I couldn’t help it.”
Seungmin grinned. “I’m just glad you’re crying from happiness this time. Not like that time I beat you in exams,” he teased, laughing at the memory.
You shook your head with a soft smile, unable to find words, but they weren’t needed. The love between you was understood without explanation.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled with emotion again, and you teared up all over, pulling him into another tight hug. "I love you so much," you whispered back, your voice cracking. “And I think… I want to spend every year of my life with you.”
He held you tighter, leaning close to your ear. “Me too,” he said, his voice soft but full of emotion. “I want every year to be like this… with you.”
You sobbed quietly into his chest, overwhelmed by how much love you felt in that moment. It was more than you could ever put into words.
The night continued like a dream. You both had a candlelit dinner together, the soft clinking of silverware punctuating the quiet moments between shared glances and whispers of love. Later, the night gave way to sweet intimacy, with tender kisses and heartfelt words exchanged in the glow of the candles still burning softly.
It was a night neither of you would ever forget—one filled with love, sincerity, and the promise of many more anniversaries to come.
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Three years later, life looked like a dream you both had worked so hard to build. You and Seungmin had finally reached the heights of your careers, but what made it even more special was that you had done it together.
You, now a well-respected actress and director, were creating films that moved people—stories that made audiences laugh, cry, and think. Seungmin, now a renowned singer and producer, was loved by millions, with his songs climbing the charts and his name celebrated all over. Despite your busy schedules, you always found your way back to each other, making time for the little moments that mattered most.
You lived in the house you had once dreamed about on your anniversary, a beautiful home with large windows that let in the sunlight and a garden filled with flowers. It had a cozy cinema room—just like you had imagined—where the two of you often curled up to watch movies on the big screen after long days of work. There was a spacious kitchen, perfect for the playful cooking battles you still had, and laughter often echoed through the halls as you lived out the life you’d envisioned, but even better than you could have imagined.
And now, you were happily married.
The wedding had been intimate and beautiful, surrounded by the people you loved most. Seungmin had cried as you walked down the aisle, and though he tried to play it cool, his trembling hands as he held yours during the vows gave him away. It had been a day filled with tears of joy, laughter, and promises of forever. And now, here you were, living that forever.
As you both relaxed in your living room, the glow of a soft sunset spilling through the windows, Seungmin leaned back against the couch, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Remember how much you hated me back then?” he asked, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eye.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I didn’t just hate you,” you teased. “I despised you. If I had teleportation powers back then, I would've dumped you right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a second thought.”
Seungmin burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “You really would’ve, too! You used to look at me like you were plotting my demise.”
“Well, you didn’t make it easy,” you retorted, smirking. “You always laughed at my misery. You had this evil little laugh every time I got a lower grade than you. It drove me crazy.”
Seungmin wiped away a fake tear of joy. “It was so fun watching you squirm!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile playing on your lips gave you away. “And then that Romeo and Juliet project… I thought that was the universe punishing me. I had to be paired with you of all people.”
He grinned wider, eyes sparkling with fondness. “That project changed everything, though.”
You sighed, the memory tugging at your heart. “Yeah… I thought you were insufferable, but then I saw how serious you were about acting. You weren’t just the annoying kid who was good at everything. You actually had depth.”
Seungmin leaned closer, his tone softening. “And I thought you were just competitive for the sake of it, but you were so passionate. I admired that. You just wanted to be the best version of yourself.”
You smiled, the nostalgia washing over you. “I still can’t believe I went from wishing I could fling you across the globe to… well, spending forever with you.”
Seungmin reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’m glad I wore you down,” he teased.
“You didn’t wear me down,” you said, smiling. “You just… made me see you differently. And I fell in love with who you really are.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something more profound. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Who would’ve thought that the girl who wanted to kill me would be the love of my life?”
You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Life’s funny like that.”
Years passed, and now you were in the hospital delivery room, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and tension. The pain gripped you as contractions came in waves, and Seungmin stood by your side, his face pale with worry, tears already brimming in his eyes as he watched you struggle.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he whispered, his voice shaky as he held your hand, his grip tight but trembling. He wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking helpless as he tried to offer comfort, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.
Through the haze of pain, you saw the tears slip down his cheeks. He was crying harder than you’d ever seen him before, overwhelmed with both fear and love as he watched the woman he adored go through something so difficult.
When the baby’s cries finally filled the room, Seungmin broke down completely. The doctors placed your newborn son in his arms, and he hugged the tiny bundle, tears streaming down his face, whispering something soft and incoherent through his sobs.
“He… he looks like me,” he choked out, looking down at the baby boy swaddled tightly, the resemblance already undeniable. His voice cracked with emotion, and he couldn’t stop crying as he leaned down to kiss you, his heart overflowing with love and relief.
Still exhausted and weak, you looked at the two of them—your husband and your son—and a tired but warm laugh escaped your lips. “I take it back,” you said, smiling faintly through your fatigue. “I don’t want ten anymore. Delivering one was already too much.”
Seungmin chuckled softly, though his eyes were still wet. “Just one… is already perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
You both looked down at the baby, now peacefully asleep in Seungmin’s arms. He shifted closer, wrapping his other arm around you so the three of you could be together, a family. He kissed your forehead softly, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shared a look that held all the love and emotion words could never fully express.
“I love you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
You smiled, your heart swelling with more love than you ever thought possible. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your eyes lingering on the tiny face of your son, knowing that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter—a chapter filled with love, growth, and the family you had dreamed of together.
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...So much I think it must be True love
(part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..")
seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count:6.8k
summary; It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
an: oh please i love this soo much. i hope you also do! (i know i said it will only short but...) Can be read as stand alone, but it was better if you read the first one.
listen to True Love by Pink
You and Seungmin have been together for two years now. It’s funny how things turned out. Everyone around you always says the same thing: “You two are perfect for each other.” It’s almost cliché, but they’re not wrong. Despite the ups and downs, your bond has only grown stronger over time.
At first glance, no one would have guessed you'd end up together. You and Seungmin were like fire and ice. You’d argue about the smallest things—who was better at math, who had the best grades, or even who would finish their lunch first. You were competitive to a fault, constantly trying to outshine each other during school days.
But somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and friendly competition, something changed. The bickering turned playful. The challenges became a way to spend more time together. Before you knew it, he wasn’t just the guy you argued with—he became the one person who truly understood you.
You went from rivals, to best friends, to… well, something much more. Seungmin is still that competitive guy who drives you crazy, but now he’s also the one who makes your heart race with just a smile.
You often joke that you and Seungmin are like a cat and a dog—always at each other’s throats, only to end up tangled together in some ridiculous hug moments later.
One time, after a particularly heated argument about who was better at a silly arcade game, you kicked him in the leg under the table. He dramatically doubled over as if you’d really hurt him, only to have you clinging to his leg five minutes later, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.
Those playful moments make your relationship special. You pinch his arms, but later, those same arms become your pillow when you sleep. You pretend to hate his antics, but deep down, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the quieter moments, when the laughter fades and it’s just the two of you, you find comfort in how well you understand each other. On the vulnerable days, when life feels overwhelming, Seungmin is there, and it’s like you’re soulmates—soup mates, as you two love to joke, because he once insisted that the way you fit together is as comforting as a warm bowl of soup.
It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
That evening, you find yourselves lounging on the couch, both of you too tired to do much of anything. The day had been long—work, school, life—but with Seungmin next to you, everything felt a little lighter.
A few rounds in playing your favorite game, you’re locked in an intense game. Seungmin is winning, and you can feel your frustration rising. You glance down at your cards, trying to hide your devious smile.
“Pick four,” Seungmin says with a laugh, tossing down the card as if he’s already won.
You frown, glaring at the pile of cards you’re supposed to pick up. “You think you’ve got me, huh?” you say, squinting at him.
He leans back, hands behind his head. “I know I do.”
You look at your hand and, with a grin, pull out the ultimate weapon. “Pick eight!”
His smirk falters. He glances at the new card on the pile and then back at you. “What?”
“You heard me,” you say triumphantly. “Pick. Eight.”
Seungmin frowns, staring at his hand. “I won’t... because you’re about to pick twelve!” He grins, tossing down another card.
Your jaw drops, and you stare at the card pile in disbelief. “No way!” you shout, quickly playing your reverse card. “Ha!”
“I anticipated that,” he says smoothly, not missing a beat. He pulls out another reverse card, laying it down with a calm smirk.
“What?! No!” you shout, your voice rising. “That’s not fair!”
“Go ahead,” Seungmin says, still grinning. “Pick your cards.”
You glare at the stack of cards you’re about to draw. “Oh no,” you mutter dramatically, placing a yellow skip card. “I’m not losing this time!”
He looks down at the skip card and grins wider. “You sure about that?”
You squint at him. “Don’t tell me…”
Seungmin stands up, towering over the table, and slaps down his own skip card. “UNO!”, he shouts victoriously, laughing as he pumps his fist in the air.
You stare at him, completely stunned. And then... you start to cry. Literally cry.
Seungmin’s laughter dies down as he realizes what’s happening. “Wait—are you crying?” he asks, rushing over to you, his hands gently holding your face.
You sniff dramatically. “You always win,” you say in a pitiful voice, though deep down, you know you’re just being overly dramatic for the cuddles.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay. You win,” he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You win. No more Uno.”
You sniff again, leaning into his warmth. “You better let me win next time,” you mumble, already feeling better as he wraps his arms tighter around you.
He laughs softly. “Whatever you say.”
Seungmin had always been your greatest inspiration, just as you were his. Whenever life got tough, he was the one who motivated you to keep pushing forward. You leaned on each other, growing stronger together, especially after high school when you both embarked on your college journeys. Seungmin was diving into music, while you pursued your passion for acting. Balancing the pressures of school and life was a challenge, but with him by your side, every obstacle felt a little less daunting.
You shared a small, cozy apartment—a space you quickly transformed into a home filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. It was perfect in its imperfections, a reflection of your unique bond.
One evening, after a long day of classes, Seungmin had cooked a delicious dinner. You collapsed on the couch, savoring the scent wafting from the kitchen.
“I cooked, so you’re on dish duty tonight!” you declared, a playful smirk on your face.
“Every time I cook, I end up washing the dishes too!” he replied, feigning exasperation.
You crossed your arms dramatically. “Then we’re watching Despicable Me later!”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wash. But we’re watching Pitch Perfect first.”
“Agh, not again! We just watched it last week!”
“Okay, how about we wash the dishes together, and then we can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks?” he offered, his smile returning. That was your shared favorite, after all.
“Deal!” you said, excitement bubbling in your chest.
Washing the dishes turned into a delightful mess. Seungmin started the playful chaos by gently tapping a bubble onto your nose. You laughed, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.
“Two can play this game!” You dipped your hands into the soapy water and smeared bubbles onto his face, pretending it was a beard. “Look at you, Mr. Clean!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very funny! But I think I’ve seen better beards in my life!”
As you both continued the playful antics, he teased you by lathering bubbles all over your face. You gasped, trying to chase him down when he darted away.
“Catch me if you can!” he called, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.
You chased him around the small apartment, and just when you thought you had him cornered, he turned and caught you in his arms, both of you still giggling like children.
“Alright, alright,” he said, breathless. “Now that we’ve completed our bubble fight, how about we take a shower before movie night?”
“Only if you promise not to hog the hot water!” you teased.
“Deal!” he replied with a wink.
After a shared shower filled with laughter and splashes, you both dried off and prepared for your movie night. As Pitch Perfect started playing, you settled into the couch, arms wrapped around each other, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, half-empty from the endless snacking. The familiar sound of his laughter fills the room as he playfully pokes you in the ribs, trying to steal the last handful of popcorn.
“Hey! No fair! I’m the one who made this, remember?” you protest, swatting his hand away with a giggle.
“Please, you just popped the bag. I did all the hard work by sitting here and looking cute,” he counters, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re insufferable,” you tease, and he pretends to be wounded, dramatically clutching his heart.
“Insufferable? Wow, I thought we were past all this name-calling. Just the other day, you called me your favorite person,” he says, winking at you.
“Only because you keep me entertained,” you reply with a smirk, leaning back to grab another handful of popcorn.
In the middle of the movie, the two of you began reminiscing about the past. “Do you remember that camp in middle school? The one where you pushed me into the mud?” You shoot him a mock glare.
Seungmin bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You looked like a muddy potato!”
“Thanks, very flattering,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest in mock indignation. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to wash that out of my hair?”
He grins, clearly enjoying this walk down memory lane. “I did it because you were so cute in those banana pajamas. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how adorable you looked. I got jealous!”
Your jaw drops in surprise, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You were jealous? So, you decided to make my life miserable? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? You remember me now.”
“Yeah, I remember you as the worst person ever,” you retort, but your heart swells with affection. “But now? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Seungmin's expression softens, and he leans in closer. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers, his voice sincere.
You share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmth of your memories flooding over you. Then, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, filled with the tenderness that only two years of love can create.
Pulling away, you chuckle softly, “I guess I can forgive you for that muddy incident after all.”
“Just after that?” he asks, feigning shock. “I was expecting a bit more gratitude for making you who you are today.”
You roll your eyes again, but the laughter doesn’t stop. “Alright, fine! Thank you for pushing me into the mud; it led to this beautiful moment of us sitting on the couch, sharing popcorn and memories.”
“See? It’s all about perspective,” he says with a satisfied smile, his hand brushing against yours.
And in that moment, you know that this—this life with Seungmin, filled with laughter, teasing, and love—is everything you ever wanted. You hope it will last forever.
Seungmin was also your practice buddy, always there to help you with your lines.
“I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!” you declared dramatically, trying to channel all the emotion you could muster.
He watched you with an amused expression, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh really?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Because it looks like you’re about to break into a musical number any second now.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious here!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s try again,” he said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine Elizabeth is right in front of you. Really feel it!”
You took a deep breath and repeated the line with even more feeling. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
Seungmin burst into laughter, clapping his hands. “You know, if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you could always pursue a career in stand-up comedy!”
“Ahh, babe, you aren’t a big help,” you complained, playfully swatting at him. “You’re supposed to be my coach, not my heckler!”
He leaned forward, pretending to consider it seriously. “Hmm, maybe I should charge you for coaching fees. Let’s see... One kiss for each lesson?”
“Nice try!” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”
“Alright, how about this? If you nail this next line, I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he offered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
“You’re on!” you said, excitement bubbling within you. “But if I don’t nail it, you have to wash the dishes for a week!”
“Deal!” he laughed, clearly enjoying the challenge.
You focused again, summoning every ounce of emotion. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
His eyes widened as you delivered the line perfectly this time. “Wow! Look at you! That was amazing!” he exclaimed, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Such a moving performance!”
You beamed, proud of yourself. “See? I told you I could do it!”
“Alright, alright, you win this round,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t get too cocky. We still have more lines to practice.”
You smiled slyly. “More lines means more kisses, right?”
“Only if you keep up this level of talent!” he shot back, winking at you.
With that, you both dove back into practice, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the warmth of shared moments that made every day feel like an adventure.
One of your favorite memories with Seungmin was that time you caught a terrible fever. You had been feeling sluggish all day, and by evening, it hit you like a truck. Seungmin noticed the change in your mood right away.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently touched your forehead. "You’re burning up!"
You gave a weak smile, trying to downplay it. "I’m fine… just need to rest a little."
He shook his head, already on his feet. "Nope, you’re officially under Seungmin's care now. Doctor’s orders."
Even through the haze of your fever, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Doctor Seungmin, huh? Since when did you go to med school?”
He grinned down at you. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m an expert at treating stubborn patients,” he teased, making you chuckle softly. “Now, stay put while I get you some water.”
For the rest of the day, Seungmin was by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He cooked you a warm soup that he claimed was “an old family recipe,” though you were pretty sure he made it up on the spot. Still, it tasted like comfort, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.
“Want anything else, sick patient?” he asked, plopping down beside you after tucking the blanket around your shoulders for the third time.
“Maybe… a movie? Something light to distract me?” you suggested, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Despicable Me? That’s your go-to comfort movie, right?”
You grinned, already feeling a bit better. “Yeah, but only if we can watch Pitch Perfect after.”
He groaned dramatically. “Not again with Pitch Perfect! But fine, since you’re sick and all… I’ll allow it.”
You nudged him playfully. “You secretly love it, admit it.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile. “I guess I have a soft spot for watching you geek out over the musical numbers.”
As the night went on, Seungmin kept checking on you, bringing you snacks, adjusting your blanket, and even giving you a forehead kiss here and there, pretending it was part of his “treatment plan.”
Despite the fever and exhaustion, having Seungmin by your side made everything feel a little brighter. You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice, and when you woke up, he was still there, holding your hand, fast asleep on the couch next to you.
It was in moments like these that you knew how lucky you were to have him—someone who took care of you, made you laugh, and turned even the worst days into something special.
There was also that time when Seungmin had an important music presentation for one of his classes. He had been practicing for weeks, perfecting every note, every rhythm, and you knew how much it meant to him. Unfortunately, your own schedule had been packed, with rehearsals for an upcoming play, and it seemed like there was no way you could attend his presentation.
“I get it, really. Don’t stress,” Seungmin had said, giving you a reassuring smile over breakfast that morning. But you could tell there was a little disappointment hidden behind those words.
Still, you hated the thought of not being there for him, especially when he was always there for you. So you decided to make it work. After an intense day of rehearsals, you managed to sneak out a little early. Without telling him, you grabbed a cab to the venue where his presentation was being held.
By the time you arrived, the presentation was already well underway. You quietly slipped into the back row of the auditorium, catching the last few minutes of his performance. Seungmin was standing confidently on stage, his hands on the keyboard, his voice filling the room with emotion. You could see the passion in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride.
As soon as he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you stood up, clapping louder than anyone. When Seungmin looked out into the audience, his eyes widened in surprise. He spotted you standing there, and his face broke into the biggest, brightest smile. The kind of smile that made you feel like the most important person in the world.
Afterwards, he rushed over to you, practically jogging off the stage.
“You came!” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course I did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. “I thought you had rehearsals?”
“I did, but I snuck out early. Don’t tell my director,” you whispered with a playful grin.
Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” you teased back, making him roll his eyes, though you knew he loved it. “You were amazing, by the way.”
His smile grew even wider. “You think so? I was so nervous.”
“I couldn’t tell at all,” you assured him, then added, “You’re always incredible.”
One of the best memories you had together was that spontaneous road trip to the beach. It wasn’t planned—nothing ever really was with Seungmin. One Friday afternoon, after a long week of classes and rehearsals, he had just shown up at your apartment with a grin on his face and his car keys in hand.
“Pack your bags,” he had said. “We’re going to the sea.”
“Wait, what? Now?” you asked, eyes wide in surprise.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. We’re leaving in five.”
Despite the suddenness, you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. So, in true Seungmin fashion, you threw a few things into a bag, and before you knew it, you were both in the car, windows down, sun setting in the distance, and the ocean waiting for you on the other side.
The drive started off peaceful, with a soft breeze ruffling your hair as Seungmin hummed along to the radio. But then it came on—Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
As soon as the first notes played, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He turned to you, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “You know what time it is.”
You laughed, already knowing where this was headed. “No way. I am not singing that.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he said, cranking up the volume. And without missing a beat, he started belting out the lyrics, with so much enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but join in.
“So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song—” you sang, matching his energy, your voice blending with his as the two of you practically yelled the lyrics together.
The car became a concert stage, the wind whipping through your hair as you danced in your seats, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Seungmin banged his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, and you threw your hands up in the air, living in the moment.
“It’s a party in the USA!” you both shouted at the top of your lungs, finishing the chorus with a triumphant fist pump.
By the time the song ended, you were both a mess of laughter and gasps for air, the car filled with the lingering sound of your shared joy. You glanced over at Seungmin, who was still chuckling to himself, and your heart swelled with affection.
“God, I’m so bad at that,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye.
“You’re the best,” he corrected, flashing you that cheeky grin that always made you smile. “Besides, if anyone’s listening, they’re just jealous of your skills.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Right, because off-key karaoke is a highly sought-after talent.”
“Hey, you sounded amazing,” he teased, reaching over to playfully poke your side. “You could totally go on tour.”
“Only if you’re my backup dancer,” you shot back, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.
“Oh, I’d steal the show,” he replied, and for a moment, the teasing softened as he glanced over at you, eyes filled with affection.
As the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the road, you leaned back in your seat, feeling completely at ease. With Seungmin by your side, singing karaoke and heading toward the sea, everything just felt right.
But as much as your relationship with Seungmin was filled with laughter and warmth, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes, happiness wasn’t just happiness—it was tested.
It happened during one of your most important group projects. You were cast as the lead in a film, and your group wanted it to be perfect—flawless. Seungmin, understanding what acting required, always supported your work. But this project turned out to be different. The script called for a kiss—something you didn’t see coming. At first, you brushed it off. It was just acting, after all. You were a professional.
But there was one thing you hadn’t done, something that began to eat away at you slowly—you hadn’t told Seungmin about it.
It wasn’t that you forgot; you deliberately chose not to. He had been so busy with his music major, drowning in rehearsals and deadlines. You didn’t want to burden him with something that could wait, something that would only distract him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
The day of the filming came, and it was tense. The set was buzzing with nerves, everyone eager to get things just right. You were in the middle of a take, preparing for the scene where the kiss was supposed to happen, when you noticed Seungmin in the distance. He had shown up unexpectedly, holding a lunchbox, his eyes scanning the set.
At first, your heart leapt seeing him. But then the weight of your secret hit you hard.
You hadn’t told him.
And now he was here.
When he saw you kiss your co-star for the scene, his face changed. You saw the surprise, then the hurt, and then… the anger.
He turned and walked away before you could explain. And just like that, everything came crashing down.
The next few days were a blur. Seungmin wouldn’t return your calls or answer your texts. He was always “busy,” but you knew something deeper was wrong. It went on for a week—long, agonizing days of silence. One night, he didn’t even come home. You didn’t know it was because he had been working late on his presentation, but the fear that he might be slipping away from you overwhelmed you. You spent that night crying, feeling like you had lost him.
Finally, after a week of this unbearable distance, you found him sitting at the piano in the apartment, his fingers absentmindedly playing a soft melody. His face was tired, his expression distant.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Seungmin, please… let’s talk.”
He didn’t respond at first, just kept playing. But then, slowly, he stopped, his hands resting on the keys. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaky. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just… I didn’t want to make you worry when you were already so busy with your major.”
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “It wasn’t about the kiss. Not really. I know what acting is, and I get that. But you didn’t tell me. I found out by watching it happen.”
You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. I thought it would just… complicate things.”
Seungmin shook his head. “That’s the problem. You didn’t trust me with it. You think I can’t handle these things, but I can. I just need you to be honest with me, like I’m honest with you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I was wrong for hiding it. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”
His gaze softened, and he got up from the piano, walking over to you. “It’s not about knowing every little thing. I just need to know we’re in this together. That we’re open with each other, no matter what.”
You wiped at your tears, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. “I promise, Seungmin. I’ll do better. I just don’t want to lose you.”
He smiled softly, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t. Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”
You nodded into his chest, feeling his warmth, grateful that the weight of that silence had lifted. There was still so much love between you, and you both knew that even when things got tough, you’d find a way to make it through.
In that moment, as he held you close, you realized that relationships weren’t just about the easy, happy moments. They were about being able to weather the storms together, learning from the mistakes, and growing stronger from them.
After the rain, there was sunshine again—brighter than ever. 🌞
As you both lounged on the couch, the TV remained off, and the world outside seemed distant. It was just you two, basking in each other's company. The room was filled with the soft hum of contentment, the kind that comes from knowing you're right where you're meant to be.
“When we become successful, let’s buy a big house,” Seungmin said, his voice steady but full of excitement for the future.
You turned to him, eyes twinkling, “Yes! With a cinema room, so we can watch movies on a big screen!” You mimed holding a popcorn bowl, already imagining those cozy nights.
“And a kitchen. A big kitchen,” Seungmin added, smiling at the thought of cooking together, even if it meant the usual playful arguments over who would do the dishes.
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “And then... we’ll have kids,” you said, a soft smile spreading across your face as you dared to speak about a future you had only dreamed of.
Seungmin, though caught off guard, smiled gently at you. He’d never brought up the idea first, always wanting to respect your wishes and the life you wanted. What if you didn’t want kids? He never wanted to push. But hearing you say it filled him with warmth.
“How many do you want?” he asked, curiosity mixing with affection.
You grinned mischievously, “I want ten.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. “Ten? That’s… a lot.”
“I want a basketball team, and we’ll need a cheerleader for them,” you giggled, already picturing the chaos.
Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “If you want it, I’m here for you. But... according to my mom, she couldn’t even handle me, and I was an only child.”
You pouted playfully. “Well… our kid might be just like you.”
“At least I’m handsome,” he said with a mock serious expression, turning his side profile toward you like he was posing for a photoshoot.
“Yeah,” you teased, rolling your eyes, “but hard to handle.”
“Then we’ll handle him together,” Seungmin said, laughing.
“And after that, we’ll have a girl,” you added softly, imagining the little family you could build.
“They’ll probably fight each other,” Seungmin mused, a smirk on his face.
“And then love each other, too,” you said, completing the thought.
Seungmin squeezed your hand, his voice tender. “Yeah... just like we do.”
Your third anniversary snuck up on both of you, buried beneath the mountain of academic work and deadlines. It seemed like the day would slip by unnoticed, just another day marked by exhaustion. You came home, drained, longing for nothing more than to collapse into bed beside Seungmin.
But when you opened the door, what you saw made you freeze in place.
There he was, standing in the middle of the room, guitar in hand, a warm smile on his face. The room was transformed—soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over delicate flowers arranged around the room. The scent of roses mixed with the sweetness of jasmine filled the air. It was as if the whole world had slowed, the weight of the day evaporating in an instant.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were about to cry, already overwhelmed, when Seungmin strummed his guitar and started singing "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You."
You stopped mid-step, forgetting about your shoes, your bag—everything. Your hands flew to your face, completely taken by the surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, but there was something about the way his voice wrapped around the lyrics tonight. Something that made you fall even deeper in love with him.
As he approached, still singing the chorus, his eyes never left yours. Every note felt like a promise, every lyric a vow. And by the time he reached you, you couldn’t stop yourself. Even before the song had finished, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his body as he put down the guitar to hug you back.
Seungmin continued to sing, but now it was just his voice, soft and raw, no instruments—just the sound of his heart speaking to yours.
You held him tight, unable to believe that this was your life now, that the boy you used to bicker with had become the man you couldn’t live without. It was crazy how much you loved him. Crazy how deeply you'd fallen for the person you once couldn't stand.
Still holding you close, Seungmin reached over to the table and grabbed a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you with a smile. When you finally pulled away from the hug, tears streaked down your face, and you quickly wiped them, laughing at yourself.
He chuckled, too. “I shouldn’t have done this if I knew I’d make you cry.”
You playfully slapped his chest, still emotional. “They’re happy tears. It was so beautiful I couldn’t help it.”
Seungmin grinned. “I’m just glad you’re crying from happiness this time. Not like that time I beat you in exams,” he teased, laughing at the memory.
You shook your head with a soft smile, unable to find words, but they weren’t needed. The love between you was understood without explanation.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled with emotion again, and you teared up all over, pulling him into another tight hug. "I love you so much," you whispered back, your voice cracking. “And I think… I want to spend every year of my life with you.”
He held you tighter, leaning close to your ear. “Me too,” he said, his voice soft but full of emotion. “I want every year to be like this… with you.”
You sobbed quietly into his chest, overwhelmed by how much love you felt in that moment. It was more than you could ever put into words.
The night continued like a dream. You both had a candlelit dinner together, the soft clinking of silverware punctuating the quiet moments between shared glances and whispers of love. Later, the night gave way to sweet intimacy, with tender kisses and heartfelt words exchanged in the glow of the candles still burning softly.
It was a night neither of you would ever forget—one filled with love, sincerity, and the promise of many more anniversaries to come.
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Three years later, life looked like a dream you both had worked so hard to build. You and Seungmin had finally reached the heights of your careers, but what made it even more special was that you had done it together.
You, now a well-respected actress and director, were creating films that moved people—stories that made audiences laugh, cry, and think. Seungmin, now a renowned singer and producer, was loved by millions, with his songs climbing the charts and his name celebrated all over. Despite your busy schedules, you always found your way back to each other, making time for the little moments that mattered most.
You lived in the house you had once dreamed about on your anniversary, a beautiful home with large windows that let in the sunlight and a garden filled with flowers. It had a cozy cinema room—just like you had imagined—where the two of you often curled up to watch movies on the big screen after long days of work. There was a spacious kitchen, perfect for the playful cooking battles you still had, and laughter often echoed through the halls as you lived out the life you’d envisioned, but even better than you could have imagined.
And now, you were happily married.
The wedding had been intimate and beautiful, surrounded by the people you loved most. Seungmin had cried as you walked down the aisle, and though he tried to play it cool, his trembling hands as he held yours during the vows gave him away. It had been a day filled with tears of joy, laughter, and promises of forever. And now, here you were, living that forever.
As you both relaxed in your living room, the glow of a soft sunset spilling through the windows, Seungmin leaned back against the couch, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Remember how much you hated me back then?” he asked, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eye.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I didn’t just hate you,” you teased. “I despised you. If I had teleportation powers back then, I would've dumped you right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a second thought.”
Seungmin burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “You really would’ve, too! You used to look at me like you were plotting my demise.”
“Well, you didn’t make it easy,” you retorted, smirking. “You always laughed at my misery. You had this evil little laugh every time I got a lower grade than you. It drove me crazy.”
Seungmin wiped away a fake tear of joy. “It was so fun watching you squirm!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile playing on your lips gave you away. “And then that Romeo and Juliet project… I thought that was the universe punishing me. I had to be paired with you of all people.”
He grinned wider, eyes sparkling with fondness. “That project changed everything, though.”
You sighed, the memory tugging at your heart. “Yeah… I thought you were insufferable, but then I saw how serious you were about acting. You weren’t just the annoying kid who was good at everything. You actually had depth.”
Seungmin leaned closer, his tone softening. “And I thought you were just competitive for the sake of it, but you were so passionate. I admired that. You just wanted to be the best version of yourself.”
You smiled, the nostalgia washing over you. “I still can’t believe I went from wishing I could fling you across the globe to… well, spending forever with you.”
Seungmin reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’m glad I wore you down,” he teased.
“You didn’t wear me down,” you said, smiling. “You just… made me see you differently. And I fell in love with who you really are.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something more profound. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Who would’ve thought that the girl who wanted to kill me would be the love of my life?”
You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Life’s funny like that.”
Years passed, and now you were in the hospital delivery room, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and tension. The pain gripped you as contractions came in waves, and Seungmin stood by your side, his face pale with worry, tears already brimming in his eyes as he watched you struggle.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he whispered, his voice shaky as he held your hand, his grip tight but trembling. He wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking helpless as he tried to offer comfort, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.
Through the haze of pain, you saw the tears slip down his cheeks. He was crying harder than you’d ever seen him before, overwhelmed with both fear and love as he watched the woman he adored go through something so difficult.
When the baby’s cries finally filled the room, Seungmin broke down completely. The doctors placed your newborn son in his arms, and he hugged the tiny bundle, tears streaming down his face, whispering something soft and incoherent through his sobs.
“He… he looks like me,” he choked out, looking down at the baby boy swaddled tightly, the resemblance already undeniable. His voice cracked with emotion, and he couldn’t stop crying as he leaned down to kiss you, his heart overflowing with love and relief.
Still exhausted and weak, you looked at the two of them—your husband and your son—and a tired but warm laugh escaped your lips. “I take it back,” you said, smiling faintly through your fatigue. “I don’t want ten anymore. Delivering one was already too much.”
Seungmin chuckled softly, though his eyes were still wet. “Just one… is already perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
You both looked down at the baby, now peacefully asleep in Seungmin’s arms. He shifted closer, wrapping his other arm around you so the three of you could be together, a family. He kissed your forehead softly, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shared a look that held all the love and emotion words could never fully express.
“I love you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
You smiled, your heart swelling with more love than you ever thought possible. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your eyes lingering on the tiny face of your son, knowing that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter—a chapter filled with love, growth, and the family you had dreamed of together.
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an: a reblog, comment, and heart is very much appreciated. thank you for reading have a great day/ night!
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hello!! want so bad has been stuck in my head rent free, so may i ask if you’re okay with making a part two of it? it would be great if you do!
i thinkk i really need to do this but i think itll be already latee
🤧. but yeahh i think ill do it!! please look out for it
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can i pass byyy? ive updated my masterlisttt please readd ittt
Kayewrite's Masterlist!
warning: full of fluff
ask me anything and suggestions here!
Series:
Blue Sticky Note (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.
Blue Sticky Note part 2 (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff, angst you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note you found in your binder, but then keep denying it.
Stack of books (bsn ending #1) - han x reader x skz
falling in the wrong way (bsn ending #2) - minho x reader x skz
I hate to admit (bsn ending #3) - changbin x reader x skz
You were beautiful (bsn ending #4) - seungmin x reader x skz
this is going to hurt (bsn ending #5) - hyunjin x reader x skz
swear it again (bsn ending #6) - chan x reader x skz
knock on your door (bsn ending #7) - felix x reader x skz
... maybe that's why (bsn ending #8) - jeongin x reader x skz
Blue sticky note (Final Chapter) straykids ot8 x reader!! -because of that blue sticky notes, you now know what you want. and that was to keep them all.
Time and again (chan x reader x hyunjin) - fluff You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.
One shot:
Like I do ( skz jeongin x reader) -fluff you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.
How to love? (skz seungmin x reader) - fluff, angst You are just curious what love is, and you asked for tips from your friend, who just willingly helped you.
Want so bad (skz Lee know x reader) - fluff Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.
Maybe This time ( skz jisung x reader) - fluff, angst Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past.
Unseen Barriers (skz felix x reader) - fluff You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
How can i move on? (minho x reader x jisung) - fluff, angst How do you move on from your ex who hurt you? Jisung knows, but it seems you have another way.
At the same time I wanna hug you (I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)- seungmin x reader! enemies to lovers! -if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool?
Latest:
Wrong Idea Right?! (jeongin x reader) - it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.
Accidentally in Love (bangchan x reader) -You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.
...So much I think it must be True love (part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..") (Seungmin x reader) - It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
note: this will update timely note2: also please bear with me im an uni student and dont have always time to update but ill do it as i can (and yes no nsfw in this blog)
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...So much I think it must be
True love
(part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..")
seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count:6.8k
summary; It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
an: oh please i love this soo much. i hope you also do! (i know i said it will only short but...) Can be read as stand alone, but it was better if you read the first one.
listen to True Love by Pink
You and Seungmin have been together for two years now. It’s funny how things turned out. Everyone around you always says the same thing: “You two are perfect for each other.” It’s almost cliché, but they’re not wrong. Despite the ups and downs, your bond has only grown stronger over time.
At first glance, no one would have guessed you'd end up together. You and Seungmin were like fire and ice. You’d argue about the smallest things—who was better at math, who had the best grades, or even who would finish their lunch first. You were competitive to a fault, constantly trying to outshine each other during school days.
But somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and friendly competition, something changed. The bickering turned playful. The challenges became a way to spend more time together. Before you knew it, he wasn’t just the guy you argued with—he became the one person who truly understood you.
You went from rivals, to best friends, to… well, something much more. Seungmin is still that competitive guy who drives you crazy, but now he’s also the one who makes your heart race with just a smile.
You often joke that you and Seungmin are like a cat and a dog—always at each other’s throats, only to end up tangled together in some ridiculous hug moments later.
One time, after a particularly heated argument about who was better at a silly arcade game, you kicked him in the leg under the table. He dramatically doubled over as if you’d really hurt him, only to have you clinging to his leg five minutes later, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.
Those playful moments make your relationship special. You pinch his arms, but later, those same arms become your pillow when you sleep. You pretend to hate his antics, but deep down, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
In the quieter moments, when the laughter fades and it’s just the two of you, you find comfort in how well you understand each other. On the vulnerable days, when life feels overwhelming, Seungmin is there, and it’s like you’re soulmates—soup mates, as you two love to joke, because he once insisted that the way you fit together is as comforting as a warm bowl of soup.
It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.
That evening, you find yourselves lounging on the couch, both of you too tired to do much of anything. The day had been long—work, school, life—but with Seungmin next to you, everything felt a little lighter.
A few rounds in playing your favorite game, you’re locked in an intense game. Seungmin is winning, and you can feel your frustration rising. You glance down at your cards, trying to hide your devious smile.
“Pick four,” Seungmin says with a laugh, tossing down the card as if he’s already won.
You frown, glaring at the pile of cards you’re supposed to pick up. “You think you’ve got me, huh?” you say, squinting at him.
He leans back, hands behind his head. “I know I do.”
You look at your hand and, with a grin, pull out the ultimate weapon. “Pick eight!”
His smirk falters. He glances at the new card on the pile and then back at you. “What?”
“You heard me,” you say triumphantly. “Pick. Eight.”
Seungmin frowns, staring at his hand. “I won’t... because you’re about to pick twelve!” He grins, tossing down another card.
Your jaw drops, and you stare at the card pile in disbelief. “No way!” you shout, quickly playing your reverse card. “Ha!”
“I anticipated that,” he says smoothly, not missing a beat. He pulls out another reverse card, laying it down with a calm smirk.
“What?! No!” you shout, your voice rising. “That’s not fair!”
“Go ahead,” Seungmin says, still grinning. “Pick your cards.”
You glare at the stack of cards you’re about to draw. “Oh no,” you mutter dramatically, placing a yellow skip card. “I’m not losing this time!”
He looks down at the skip card and grins wider. “You sure about that?”
You squint at him. “Don’t tell me…”
Seungmin stands up, towering over the table, and slaps down his own skip card. “UNO!”, he shouts victoriously, laughing as he pumps his fist in the air.
You stare at him, completely stunned. And then... you start to cry. Literally cry.
Seungmin’s laughter dies down as he realizes what’s happening. “Wait—are you crying?” he asks, rushing over to you, his hands gently holding your face.
You sniff dramatically. “You always win,” you say in a pitiful voice, though deep down, you know you’re just being overly dramatic for the cuddles.
He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay. You win,” he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You win. No more Uno.”
You sniff again, leaning into his warmth. “You better let me win next time,” you mumble, already feeling better as he wraps his arms tighter around you.
He laughs softly. “Whatever you say.”
Seungmin had always been your greatest inspiration, just as you were his. Whenever life got tough, he was the one who motivated you to keep pushing forward. You leaned on each other, growing stronger together, especially after high school when you both embarked on your college journeys. Seungmin was diving into music, while you pursued your passion for acting. Balancing the pressures of school and life was a challenge, but with him by your side, every obstacle felt a little less daunting.
You shared a small, cozy apartment—a space you quickly transformed into a home filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. It was perfect in its imperfections, a reflection of your unique bond.
One evening, after a long day of classes, Seungmin had cooked a delicious dinner. You collapsed on the couch, savoring the scent wafting from the kitchen.
“I cooked, so you’re on dish duty tonight!” you declared, a playful smirk on your face.
“Every time I cook, I end up washing the dishes too!” he replied, feigning exasperation.
You crossed your arms dramatically. “Then we’re watching Despicable Me later!”
He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wash. But we’re watching Pitch Perfect first.”
“Agh, not again! We just watched it last week!”
“Okay, how about we wash the dishes together, and then we can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks?” he offered, his smile returning. That was your shared favorite, after all.
“Deal!” you said, excitement bubbling in your chest.
Washing the dishes turned into a delightful mess. Seungmin started the playful chaos by gently tapping a bubble onto your nose. You laughed, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.
“Two can play this game!” You dipped your hands into the soapy water and smeared bubbles onto his face, pretending it was a beard. “Look at you, Mr. Clean!”
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very funny! But I think I’ve seen better beards in my life!”
As you both continued the playful antics, he teased you by lathering bubbles all over your face. You gasped, trying to chase him down when he darted away.
“Catch me if you can!” he called, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.
You chased him around the small apartment, and just when you thought you had him cornered, he turned and caught you in his arms, both of you still giggling like children.
“Alright, alright,” he said, breathless. “Now that we’ve completed our bubble fight, how about we take a shower before movie night?”
“Only if you promise not to hog the hot water!” you teased.
“Deal!” he replied with a wink.
After a shared shower filled with laughter and splashes, you both dried off and prepared for your movie night. As Pitch Perfect started playing, you settled into the couch, arms wrapped around each other, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, half-empty from the endless snacking. The familiar sound of his laughter fills the room as he playfully pokes you in the ribs, trying to steal the last handful of popcorn.
“Hey! No fair! I’m the one who made this, remember?” you protest, swatting his hand away with a giggle.
“Please, you just popped the bag. I did all the hard work by sitting here and looking cute,” he counters, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re insufferable,” you tease, and he pretends to be wounded, dramatically clutching his heart.
“Insufferable? Wow, I thought we were past all this name-calling. Just the other day, you called me your favorite person,” he says, winking at you.
“Only because you keep me entertained,” you reply with a smirk, leaning back to grab another handful of popcorn.
In the middle of the movie, the two of you began reminiscing about the past. “Do you remember that camp in middle school? The one where you pushed me into the mud?” You shoot him a mock glare.
Seungmin bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You looked like a muddy potato!”
“Thanks, very flattering,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest in mock indignation. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to wash that out of my hair?”
He grins, clearly enjoying this walk down memory lane. “I did it because you were so cute in those banana pajamas. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how adorable you looked. I got jealous!”
Your jaw drops in surprise, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You were jealous? So, you decided to make my life miserable? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? You remember me now.”
“Yeah, I remember you as the worst person ever,” you retort, but your heart swells with affection. “But now? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Seungmin's expression softens, and he leans in closer. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers, his voice sincere.
You share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmth of your memories flooding over you. Then, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, filled with the tenderness that only two years of love can create.
Pulling away, you chuckle softly, “I guess I can forgive you for that muddy incident after all.”
“Just after that?” he asks, feigning shock. “I was expecting a bit more gratitude for making you who you are today.”
You roll your eyes again, but the laughter doesn’t stop. “Alright, fine! Thank you for pushing me into the mud; it led to this beautiful moment of us sitting on the couch, sharing popcorn and memories.”
“See? It’s all about perspective,” he says with a satisfied smile, his hand brushing against yours.
And in that moment, you know that this—this life with Seungmin, filled with laughter, teasing, and love—is everything you ever wanted. You hope it will last forever.
Seungmin was also your practice buddy, always there to help you with your lines.
“I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!” you declared dramatically, trying to channel all the emotion you could muster.
He watched you with an amused expression, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh really?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Because it looks like you’re about to break into a musical number any second now.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious here!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s try again,” he said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine Elizabeth is right in front of you. Really feel it!”
You took a deep breath and repeated the line with even more feeling. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
Seungmin burst into laughter, clapping his hands. “You know, if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you could always pursue a career in stand-up comedy!”
“Ahh, babe, you aren’t a big help,” you complained, playfully swatting at him. “You’re supposed to be my coach, not my heckler!”
He leaned forward, pretending to consider it seriously. “Hmm, maybe I should charge you for coaching fees. Let’s see... One kiss for each lesson?”
“Nice try!” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”
“Alright, how about this? If you nail this next line, I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he offered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.
“You’re on!” you said, excitement bubbling within you. “But if I don’t nail it, you have to wash the dishes for a week!”
“Deal!” he laughed, clearly enjoying the challenge.
You focused again, summoning every ounce of emotion. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”
His eyes widened as you delivered the line perfectly this time. “Wow! Look at you! That was amazing!” he exclaimed, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Such a moving performance!”
You beamed, proud of yourself. “See? I told you I could do it!”
“Alright, alright, you win this round,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t get too cocky. We still have more lines to practice.”
You smiled slyly. “More lines means more kisses, right?”
“Only if you keep up this level of talent!” he shot back, winking at you.
With that, you both dove back into practice, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the warmth of shared moments that made every day feel like an adventure.
One of your favorite memories with Seungmin was that time you caught a terrible fever. You had been feeling sluggish all day, and by evening, it hit you like a truck. Seungmin noticed the change in your mood right away.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently touched your forehead. "You’re burning up!"
You gave a weak smile, trying to downplay it. "I’m fine… just need to rest a little."
He shook his head, already on his feet. "Nope, you’re officially under Seungmin's care now. Doctor’s orders."
Even through the haze of your fever, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Doctor Seungmin, huh? Since when did you go to med school?”
He grinned down at you. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m an expert at treating stubborn patients,” he teased, making you chuckle softly. “Now, stay put while I get you some water.”
For the rest of the day, Seungmin was by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He cooked you a warm soup that he claimed was “an old family recipe,” though you were pretty sure he made it up on the spot. Still, it tasted like comfort, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.
“Want anything else, sick patient?” he asked, plopping down beside you after tucking the blanket around your shoulders for the third time.
“Maybe… a movie? Something light to distract me?” you suggested, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Despicable Me? That’s your go-to comfort movie, right?”
You grinned, already feeling a bit better. “Yeah, but only if we can watch Pitch Perfect after.”
He groaned dramatically. “Not again with Pitch Perfect! But fine, since you’re sick and all… I’ll allow it.”
You nudged him playfully. “You secretly love it, admit it.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile. “I guess I have a soft spot for watching you geek out over the musical numbers.”
As the night went on, Seungmin kept checking on you, bringing you snacks, adjusting your blanket, and even giving you a forehead kiss here and there, pretending it was part of his “treatment plan.”
Despite the fever and exhaustion, having Seungmin by your side made everything feel a little brighter. You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice, and when you woke up, he was still there, holding your hand, fast asleep on the couch next to you.
It was in moments like these that you knew how lucky you were to have him—someone who took care of you, made you laugh, and turned even the worst days into something special.
There was also that time when Seungmin had an important music presentation for one of his classes. He had been practicing for weeks, perfecting every note, every rhythm, and you knew how much it meant to him. Unfortunately, your own schedule had been packed, with rehearsals for an upcoming play, and it seemed like there was no way you could attend his presentation.
“I get it, really. Don’t stress,” Seungmin had said, giving you a reassuring smile over breakfast that morning. But you could tell there was a little disappointment hidden behind those words.
Still, you hated the thought of not being there for him, especially when he was always there for you. So you decided to make it work. After an intense day of rehearsals, you managed to sneak out a little early. Without telling him, you grabbed a cab to the venue where his presentation was being held.
By the time you arrived, the presentation was already well underway. You quietly slipped into the back row of the auditorium, catching the last few minutes of his performance. Seungmin was standing confidently on stage, his hands on the keyboard, his voice filling the room with emotion. You could see the passion in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride.
As soon as he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you stood up, clapping louder than anyone. When Seungmin looked out into the audience, his eyes widened in surprise. He spotted you standing there, and his face broke into the biggest, brightest smile. The kind of smile that made you feel like the most important person in the world.
Afterwards, he rushed over to you, practically jogging off the stage.
“You came!” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Of course I did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. “I thought you had rehearsals?”
“I did, but I snuck out early. Don’t tell my director,” you whispered with a playful grin.
Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” you teased back, making him roll his eyes, though you knew he loved it. “You were amazing, by the way.”
His smile grew even wider. “You think so? I was so nervous.”
“I couldn’t tell at all,” you assured him, then added, “You’re always incredible.”
One of the best memories you had together was that spontaneous road trip to the beach. It wasn’t planned—nothing ever really was with Seungmin. One Friday afternoon, after a long week of classes and rehearsals, he had just shown up at your apartment with a grin on his face and his car keys in hand.
“Pack your bags,” he had said. “We’re going to the sea.”
“Wait, what? Now?” you asked, eyes wide in surprise.
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. We’re leaving in five.”
Despite the suddenness, you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. So, in true Seungmin fashion, you threw a few things into a bag, and before you knew it, you were both in the car, windows down, sun setting in the distance, and the ocean waiting for you on the other side.
The drive started off peaceful, with a soft breeze ruffling your hair as Seungmin hummed along to the radio. But then it came on—Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.
As soon as the first notes played, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He turned to you, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “You know what time it is.”
You laughed, already knowing where this was headed. “No way. I am not singing that.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he said, cranking up the volume. And without missing a beat, he started belting out the lyrics, with so much enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but join in.
“So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song—” you sang, matching his energy, your voice blending with his as the two of you practically yelled the lyrics together.
The car became a concert stage, the wind whipping through your hair as you danced in your seats, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Seungmin banged his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, and you threw your hands up in the air, living in the moment.
“It’s a party in the USA!” you both shouted at the top of your lungs, finishing the chorus with a triumphant fist pump.
By the time the song ended, you were both a mess of laughter and gasps for air, the car filled with the lingering sound of your shared joy. You glanced over at Seungmin, who was still chuckling to himself, and your heart swelled with affection.
“God, I’m so bad at that,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye.
“You’re the best,” he corrected, flashing you that cheeky grin that always made you smile. “Besides, if anyone’s listening, they’re just jealous of your skills.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Right, because off-key karaoke is a highly sought-after talent.”
“Hey, you sounded amazing,” he teased, reaching over to playfully poke your side. “You could totally go on tour.”
“Only if you’re my backup dancer,” you shot back, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.
“Oh, I’d steal the show,” he replied, and for a moment, the teasing softened as he glanced over at you, eyes filled with affection.
As the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the road, you leaned back in your seat, feeling completely at ease. With Seungmin by your side, singing karaoke and heading toward the sea, everything just felt right.
But as much as your relationship with Seungmin was filled with laughter and warmth, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes, happiness wasn’t just happiness—it was tested.
It happened during one of your most important group projects. You were cast as the lead in a film, and your group wanted it to be perfect—flawless. Seungmin, understanding what acting required, always supported your work. But this project turned out to be different. The script called for a kiss—something you didn’t see coming. At first, you brushed it off. It was just acting, after all. You were a professional.
But there was one thing you hadn’t done, something that began to eat away at you slowly—you hadn’t told Seungmin about it.
It wasn’t that you forgot; you deliberately chose not to. He had been so busy with his music major, drowning in rehearsals and deadlines. You didn’t want to burden him with something that could wait, something that would only distract him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
The day of the filming came, and it was tense. The set was buzzing with nerves, everyone eager to get things just right. You were in the middle of a take, preparing for the scene where the kiss was supposed to happen, when you noticed Seungmin in the distance. He had shown up unexpectedly, holding a lunchbox, his eyes scanning the set.
At first, your heart leapt seeing him. But then the weight of your secret hit you hard.
You hadn’t told him.
And now he was here.
When he saw you kiss your co-star for the scene, his face changed. You saw the surprise, then the hurt, and then… the anger.
He turned and walked away before you could explain. And just like that, everything came crashing down.
The next few days were a blur. Seungmin wouldn’t return your calls or answer your texts. He was always “busy,” but you knew something deeper was wrong. It went on for a week—long, agonizing days of silence. One night, he didn’t even come home. You didn’t know it was because he had been working late on his presentation, but the fear that he might be slipping away from you overwhelmed you. You spent that night crying, feeling like you had lost him.
Finally, after a week of this unbearable distance, you found him sitting at the piano in the apartment, his fingers absentmindedly playing a soft melody. His face was tired, his expression distant.
You couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Seungmin, please… let’s talk.”
He didn’t respond at first, just kept playing. But then, slowly, he stopped, his hands resting on the keys. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaky. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just… I didn’t want to make you worry when you were already so busy with your major.”
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “It wasn’t about the kiss. Not really. I know what acting is, and I get that. But you didn’t tell me. I found out by watching it happen.”
You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. I thought it would just… complicate things.”
Seungmin shook his head. “That’s the problem. You didn’t trust me with it. You think I can’t handle these things, but I can. I just need you to be honest with me, like I’m honest with you.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I was wrong for hiding it. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”
His gaze softened, and he got up from the piano, walking over to you. “It’s not about knowing every little thing. I just need to know we’re in this together. That we’re open with each other, no matter what.”
You wiped at your tears, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. “I promise, Seungmin. I’ll do better. I just don’t want to lose you.”
He smiled softly, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t. Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”
You nodded into his chest, feeling his warmth, grateful that the weight of that silence had lifted. There was still so much love between you, and you both knew that even when things got tough, you’d find a way to make it through.
In that moment, as he held you close, you realized that relationships weren’t just about the easy, happy moments. They were about being able to weather the storms together, learning from the mistakes, and growing stronger from them.
After the rain, there was sunshine again—brighter than ever. 🌞
As you both lounged on the couch, the TV remained off, and the world outside seemed distant. It was just you two, basking in each other's company. The room was filled with the soft hum of contentment, the kind that comes from knowing you're right where you're meant to be.
“When we become successful, let’s buy a big house,” Seungmin said, his voice steady but full of excitement for the future.
You turned to him, eyes twinkling, “Yes! With a cinema room, so we can watch movies on a big screen!” You mimed holding a popcorn bowl, already imagining those cozy nights.
“And a kitchen. A big kitchen,” Seungmin added, smiling at the thought of cooking together, even if it meant the usual playful arguments over who would do the dishes.
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “And then... we’ll have kids,” you said, a soft smile spreading across your face as you dared to speak about a future you had only dreamed of.
Seungmin, though caught off guard, smiled gently at you. He’d never brought up the idea first, always wanting to respect your wishes and the life you wanted. What if you didn’t want kids? He never wanted to push. But hearing you say it filled him with warmth.
“How many do you want?” he asked, curiosity mixing with affection.
You grinned mischievously, “I want ten.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. “Ten? That’s… a lot.”
“I want a basketball team, and we’ll need a cheerleader for them,” you giggled, already picturing the chaos.
Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “If you want it, I’m here for you. But... according to my mom, she couldn’t even handle me, and I was an only child.”
You pouted playfully. “Well… our kid might be just like you.”
“At least I’m handsome,” he said with a mock serious expression, turning his side profile toward you like he was posing for a photoshoot.
“Yeah,” you teased, rolling your eyes, “but hard to handle.”
“Then we’ll handle him together,” Seungmin said, laughing.
“And after that, we’ll have a girl,” you added softly, imagining the little family you could build.
“They’ll probably fight each other,” Seungmin mused, a smirk on his face.
“And then love each other, too,” you said, completing the thought.
Seungmin squeezed your hand, his voice tender. “Yeah... just like we do.”
Your third anniversary snuck up on both of you, buried beneath the mountain of academic work and deadlines. It seemed like the day would slip by unnoticed, just another day marked by exhaustion. You came home, drained, longing for nothing more than to collapse into bed beside Seungmin.
But when you opened the door, what you saw made you freeze in place.
There he was, standing in the middle of the room, guitar in hand, a warm smile on his face. The room was transformed—soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over delicate flowers arranged around the room. The scent of roses mixed with the sweetness of jasmine filled the air. It was as if the whole world had slowed, the weight of the day evaporating in an instant.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were about to cry, already overwhelmed, when Seungmin strummed his guitar and started singing *Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You*.
You stopped mid-step, forgetting about your shoes, your bag—everything. Your hands flew to your face, completely taken by the surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, but tonight felt different. His voice seemed to carry more than just notes; it carried promises, memories, and a future you had dreamed of but never dared to hope for.
As he approached, still singing the chorus, his eyes never left yours. Every note felt like a vow, every lyric like an unspoken question. By the time he reached you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. Even before the song had finished, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his body as he set down the guitar to hug you back.
Seungmin continued to sing, but now it was just his voice, soft and raw—no instruments, just the sound of his heart speaking to yours. He kissed your forehead as you held him tightly, your eyes brimming with tears of happiness.
You held him close, still amazed by how much your life had changed. How this person, who used to drive you insane with teasing, had become the man you couldn’t imagine living without.
As if reading your thoughts, Seungmin gently pulled away, reaching over to the table and grabbing a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you with a tender smile. When you finally pulled away from the hug, tears streaked down your face, and you quickly wiped them, laughing at yourself.
He chuckled, too. “I shouldn’t have done this if I knew I’d make you cry,” he teased softly.
You playfully slapped his chest, still emotional. “They’re happy tears. It was so beautiful I couldn’t help it.”
Seungmin grinned, his eyes sparkling. “I’m just glad you’re crying from happiness this time. Not like that time I beat you in exams,” he joked, breaking the seriousness with that signature humor of his.
You shook your head, unable to find the words to express what you felt. But you didn’t need to say anything; the love between you was palpable.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your temple. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled again, and without thinking, you whispered, "I love you more than anything." You pulled him into another tight hug, feeling so safe in his arms, as if nothing in the world could hurt you as long as you had him. “And I think…” your voice trembled as you spoke, “I think I want to spend every year of my life with you.”
Seungmin pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze soft but intense. He reached into his jacket pocket, and you didn’t notice at first until he slowly dropped down to one knee.
Your breath caught in your throat as time seemed to stand still.
“I was going to wait,” he began, his voice steady, though you could hear the emotion beneath it. “I was going to wait for the perfect moment, the perfect day, but I realized… any day with you is perfect.” He took a small box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate, shimmering ring.
You gasped, your hands flying to your mouth in disbelief.
“So, I figured… why wait?” His eyes never wavered from yours, full of love and sincerity. “Will you marry me?”
Tears spilled over, and you nodded, unable to speak at first. Finally, through shaky breaths, you whispered, “Yes… of course, yes!”
Seungmin’s face broke into the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen as he slipped the ring onto your finger. The room felt warmer, brighter—like all the love you had for each other had materialized and wrapped itself around you both. When he stood up, you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him with all the love and excitement you could pour into that moment.
“I love you so much,” you murmured between kisses, still trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you were now engaged to the man you loved more than anything in the world.
He laughed softly, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”
The rest of the night felt like a dream. You had a candlelit dinner, toasting to your future together, the soft glow of the candles reflecting off the ring that now symbolized your love. The night ended with tender kisses, whispered promises, and the kind of intimacy that comes from knowing your heart has found its home.
It was a night neither of you would ever forget—the beginning of the rest of your lives together.
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Three years later, life looked like a dream you both had worked so hard to build. You and Seungmin had finally reached the heights of your careers, but what made it even more special was that you had done it together.
You, now a well-respected actress and director, were creating films that moved people—stories that made audiences laugh, cry, and think. Seungmin, now a renowned singer and producer, was loved by millions, with his songs climbing the charts and his name celebrated all over. Despite your busy schedules, you always found your way back to each other, making time for the little moments that mattered most.
You lived in the house you had once dreamed about on your anniversary, a beautiful home with large windows that let in the sunlight and a garden filled with flowers. It had a cozy cinema room—just like you had imagined—where the two of you often curled up to watch movies on the big screen after long days of work. There was a spacious kitchen, perfect for the playful cooking battles you still had, and laughter often echoed through the halls as you lived out the life you’d envisioned, but even better than you could have imagined.
And now, you were happily married.
The wedding had been intimate and beautiful, surrounded by the people you loved most. Seungmin had cried as you walked down the aisle, and though he tried to play it cool, his trembling hands as he held yours during the vows gave him away. It had been a day filled with tears of joy, laughter, and promises of forever. And now, here you were, living that forever.
As you both relaxed in your living room, the glow of a soft sunset spilling through the windows, Seungmin leaned back against the couch, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“Remember how much you hated me back then?” he asked, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eye.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I didn’t just hate you,” you teased. “I despised you. If I had teleportation powers back then, I would've dumped you right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a second thought.”
Seungmin burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “You really would’ve, too! You used to look at me like you were plotting my demise.”
“Well, you didn’t make it easy,” you retorted, smirking. “You always laughed at my misery. You had this evil little laugh every time I got a lower grade than you. It drove me crazy.”
Seungmin wiped away a fake tear of joy. “It was so fun watching you squirm!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile playing on your lips gave you away. “And then that Romeo and Juliet project… I thought that was the universe punishing me. I had to be paired with you of all people.”
He grinned wider, eyes sparkling with fondness. “That project changed everything, though.”
You sighed, the memory tugging at your heart. “Yeah… I thought you were insufferable, but then I saw how serious you were about acting. You weren’t just the annoying kid who was good at everything. You actually had depth.”
Seungmin leaned closer, his tone softening. “And I thought you were just competitive for the sake of it, but you were so passionate. I admired that. You just wanted to be the best version of yourself.”
You smiled, the nostalgia washing over you. “I still can’t believe I went from wishing I could fling you across the globe to… well, spending forever with you.”
Seungmin reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’m glad I wore you down,” he teased.
“You didn’t wear me down,” you said, smiling. “You just… made me see you differently. And I fell in love with who you really are.”
His eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something more profound. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Who would’ve thought that the girl who wanted to kill me would be the love of my life?”
You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Life’s funny like that.”
Years passed, and now you were in the hospital delivery room, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and tension. The pain gripped you as contractions came in waves, and Seungmin stood by your side, his face pale with worry, tears already brimming in his eyes as he watched you struggle.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he whispered, his voice shaky as he held your hand, his grip tight but trembling. He wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking helpless as he tried to offer comfort, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.
Through the haze of pain, you saw the tears slip down his cheeks. He was crying harder than you’d ever seen him before, overwhelmed with both fear and love as he watched the woman he adored go through something so difficult.
When the baby’s cries finally filled the room, Seungmin broke down completely. The doctors placed your newborn son in his arms, and he hugged the tiny bundle, tears streaming down his face, whispering something soft and incoherent through his sobs.
“He… he looks like me,” he choked out, looking down at the baby boy swaddled tightly, the resemblance already undeniable. His voice cracked with emotion, and he couldn’t stop crying as he leaned down to kiss you, his heart overflowing with love and relief.
Still exhausted and weak, you looked at the two of them—your husband and your son—and a tired but warm laugh escaped your lips. “I take it back,” you said, smiling faintly through your fatigue. “I don’t want ten anymore. Delivering one was already too much.”
Seungmin chuckled softly, though his eyes were still wet. “Just one… is already perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
You both looked down at the baby, now peacefully asleep in Seungmin’s arms. He shifted closer, wrapping his other arm around you so the three of you could be together, a family. He kissed your forehead softly, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shared a look that held all the love and emotion words could never fully express.
“I love you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
You smiled, your heart swelling with more love than you ever thought possible. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your eyes lingering on the tiny face of your son, knowing that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter—a chapter filled with love, growth, and the family you had dreamed of together.
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Heyy!!
Not to be rude or anything but it would be really great if you could attach that 'keep reading' link. I was just scrolling your page and found it hard to find that one story I was looking for, so I just decided to give you a small tip. Again, I don't want to come off as rude. So sorry if I did.
Love your work <33 Keep it up!!
ohh thankyouu so much for letting me know. but can you teach me? hdhgx i really dont know how hahaha.
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new bangchann ficcccccccc
Kayewrite's Masterlist!
warning: full of fluff
ask me anything and suggestions here!
Series:
Blue Sticky Note (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.
Blue Sticky Note part 2 (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff, angst you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note you found in your binder, but then keep denying it.
Stack of books (bsn ending #1) - han x reader x skz
falling in the wrong way (bsn ending #2) - minho x reader x skz
I hate to admit (bsn ending #3) - changbin x reader x skz
You were beautiful (bsn ending #4) - seungmin x reader x skz
this is going to hurt (bsn ending #5) - hyunjin x reader x skz
swear it again (bsn ending #6) - chan x reader x skz
knock on your door (bsn ending #7) - felix x reader x skz
... maybe that's why (bsn ending #8) - jeongin x reader x skz
Blue sticky note (Final Chapter) straykids ot8 x reader!! -because of that blue sticky notes, you now know what you want. and that was to keep them all.
Time and again (chan x reader x hyunjin) - fluff You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.
One shot:
Like I do ( skz jeongin x reader) -fluff you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.
How to love? (skz seungmin x reader) - fluff, angst You are just curious what love is, and you asked for tips from your friend, who just willingly helped you.
Want so bad (skz Lee know x reader) - fluff Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.
Maybe This time ( skz jisung x reader) - fluff, angst Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past.
Unseen Barriers (skz felix x reader) - fluff You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.
How can i move on? (minho x reader x jisung) - fluff, angst How do you move on from your ex who hurt you? Jisung knows, but it seems you have another way.
At the same time I wanna hug you (I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)- seungmin x reader! enemies to lovers! -if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool?
Latest:
Wrong Idea Right?! (jeongin x reader) - it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.
Accidentally in Love (bangchan x reader) -You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.
note: this will update timely note2: also please bear with me im an uni student and dont have always time to update but ill do it as i can (and yes no nsfw in this blog)
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