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My Little Idol

Yoonchae Jeong x OlderSister!Reader

You watch your younger sister, Yoonchae, chase her lifelong dream of becoming a well-known idol and how she found a new family who will look out for her just as you always have.

"Yoonchae-ya! Are you sure you packed your lucky socks?" you called from the kitchen, stirring the kimchi stew. It was 6 AM, and the sun hadn't even fully risen, but your small apartment was already buzzing with nervous energy.

Your younger sister, Yoonchae, poked her head out of her room, a half-eaten piece of toast in her hand. Her usually neat black hair was a bit messy, and her eyes, though bright, held a hint of sleepiness mixed with a whole lot of excitement. "Unnie! Yes, for the tenth time! And my lucky hair ties, and my lucky water bottle!"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Just checking, you know how important this is."

Today was the day. The final audition for the global girl group project. Thousands of hopefuls had tried out, and now it was down to a select few, with Yoonchae among them.

Since she was a little girl, she'd been dancing in your living room mirror, singing into a spoon, dreaming of being on stage. As her older sister, you'd seen every single step of her journey. The endless practice hours, the tired muscles, the moments of doubt, and the joy when she nailed a tough move.

"Don't worry, unnie," she said, her voice a little more steady now. "I've got this. I'm ready." She flashed you a confident smile, but you could still see the flicker of nerves in her eyes.

That was your job, to be her rock.

"That's my girl," you said, putting the stew on the table. "Eat up. You need energy."

You ate in comfortable silence, the clinking of spoons the only sound. You watched her, this bright, determined girl who was about to chase her biggest dream. Your heart swelled with pride, and a tiny pang of worry.

What if it didn't work out? What if she didn't make it? But you quickly pushed those thoughts away. Yoonchae was strong. She would be okay, no matter what.

The audition hall was massive, filled with a mix of nervous energy and hopeful chatter. Parents, siblings, and friends sat in the waiting area, each with their own mix of anxiety and excitement. You spotted a few familiar faces from the previous rounds, parents you'd exchanged worried glances with before.

When Yoonchae's name was called, she took a deep breath, squeezed your hand tightly, and gave you one last, shaky smile. "Wish me luck, unnie!"

"You don't need it, you're amazing!" you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Go show them what you've got!"

She disappeared through the doors, and you were left with a swirling mix of hope and dread. The next few hours were a blur of waiting, checking your phone, and trying to distract yourself. You saw other contestants come out, some with tears, some with bright smiles, some with blank faces. Each one made your stomach clench.

Finally, the doors opened again, and Yoonchae walked out. Her face was flushed, her hair a bit disheveled, but her eyes were shining. She practically ran to you, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug.

"Unnie! It was... it was amazing!" she breathed, pulling back to look at you, her eyes wide. "I think I did really well! The judges smiled!"

Your heart soared. "I knew you would, you little superstar!" You ruffled her hair, a huge grin on your face. "Let's go home and celebrate!"

The waiting period after the final audition was pure torture. Every phone call made you jump. Every email notification sent your heart racing.

Yoonchae tried to keep busy, practicing even harder, as if to prove to herself that she deserved it. You tried to keep her distracted, taking her to your favorite cafes, watching movies, anything to ease the tension.

Then, one afternoon, the email arrived. The subject line was simple: "Global Girl Group Project - Final Selection."

Yoonchae's hands trembled as she opened it. You stood behind her, your breath held tight in your chest. Her eyes scanned the screen, and then, a slow, disbelieving smile spread across her face. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another, and another.

"Unnie..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I made it."

You let out a shaky breath you didn't even realize you'd been holding. "You did it, Yoonchae-ya! You actually did it!" You pulled her into a tight hug, tears stinging your own eyes. You just held each other for a long time, the weight of years of hard work and dreams finally lifting.

The email also said she was one of six girls chosen. Six. That meant she wouldn't be alone. She would have a group, a family.

A few weeks later, Yoonchae moved into the training dorm with the other five girls. It was a bittersweet moment. You were incredibly proud, but also a little sad to see your little sister leave the nest.

"Don't forget to call me every day!" you told her, trying to sound cheerful as you helped her unpack her last box.

"I will, unnie! And you have to visit often!" she promised, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked around the new room.

The dorm was bright and spacious, with six beds, six desks, and a huge practice room. It was going to be their new home, their new world.

A few months into their training, the company announced a special showcase in Seoul, allowing the trainees to perform for a small audience of industry insiders and family. This was your chance to finally meet the other girls. You called the company beforehand to get permission and a time slot to meet them backstage after the performance.

The venue was buzzing with excitement. You found your seat, your heart pounding with anticipation. When the lights dimmed and the music started, your breath hitched. There they were, all six of them, including your Yoonchae, performing with such power and grace.

You watched her, your baby sister, shining on stage, and tears welled in your eyes. She was truly living her dream.

After their performance, you made your way backstage. The air was thick with adrenaline and the scent of sweat and hairspray. You spotted Yoonchae first, laughing with the other girls, her face flushed with excitement.

"Yoonchae-ya!" you called out softly, stepping into the room.

Her head shot up, and her eyes widened. "Unnie!" She scrambled to her feet, a wide, joyful smile spreading across her face, and practically flew into your arms. You hugged her tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair, mixed with a hint of sweat and determination.

"I missed you so much!" she mumbled into your shoulder.

"I missed you too, my little idol," you whispered back, pulling away to cup her face. "You were amazing out there! You look tired, but so happy." You gently wiped a smudge of stage makeup from her cheek.

The other girls, now aware of your presence, turned to you. You felt a sudden surge of protective older sister energy. These were the girls who were now living with your baby, sharing her dreams and her struggles.

You assessed them, one by one.

A tall girl with calm eyes and a confident posture stepped forward first. "Annyeonghaseyo, unnie," she said, her voice clear and composed. "I'm Sophia. Thank you for coming to support Yoonchae. It means a lot to her." She offered a polite bow, and you returned it, a silent acknowledgment of her leadership.

You could tell she was reliable, which eased a tiny part of your protective heart. You met her gaze for a moment, and there was a warmth there that felt... familiar, even though you'd just met.

Next, a girl with a striking presence and piercing eyes gave you a cool nod. "Manon," she introduced herself, a small, confident smile playing on her lips. You noticed her sharp gaze, assessing you just as you were assessing her. You could tell she was strong and independent.

Then, a bundle of pure sunshine bounced over. "Hi, unnie! I'm Daniela! It's so good to finally meet you! Yoonchae talks about you all the time!" Her enthusiasm was disarming, and you couldn't help but smile back. She seemed genuinely kind, a bright spirit who would keep the mood light.

A loud, energetic voice chimed in next. "Yeah, she talks about you all the time! You should see her when she's practicing, she's amazing!" This was Lara, her eyes bright with excitement. She moved with such grace even off stage. Her outspokenness and energy seemed like they'd keep Yoonchae from being too shy.

Finally, a girl with wide, earnest eyes and a slightly quirky smile offered you a small, oddly shaped cookie. "I'm Megan," she said softly. "I made these. They're... experimental." You took one, trying to hide your amusement. She seemed sweet, if a little unconventional, and you could see why Yoonchae found her comforting.

"It's really nice to meet all of you," you said, your voice softening as you looked at the group. "Thank you for taking care of my Yoonchae." You glanced at Yoonchae, who was beaming, clearly happy to have you there.

Sophia chuckled softly. "Yoonchae takes care of us too, unnie. She's incredibly hardworking."

"She is," Manon agreed, a rare, genuine smile gracing her lips. "Her dedication is something else."

Daniela bounced closer. "And she's so cute when she gets shy! We love her!"

Lara threw an arm around Yoonchae's shoulders. "She's our baby, too, now!"

You felt your protective instincts flare slightly at Lara's playful possessiveness, but then you saw the genuine affection in her eyes, and you relaxed.

"She's always been my baby," you said, a fond smile on your face. "So please, take good care of her." You looked directly at Sophia, who met your gaze with a reassuring nod.

There was a quiet understanding that passed between you, a shared sense of responsibility for the youngest member.

After that first meeting, you made it a point to visit the dorm or the company whenever their schedule allowed. It became a routine. You'd bring homemade Korean food for all of them, knowing how much they missed home cooking even though you were told Sophia and Lara mostly cook for them.

Now you also want them to take a break from cooking, especially when you were aware how exhausting those rehearsals could get.

You'd watch their practice sessions, sometimes offering small tips that Yoonchae would translate for the others.

Your conversations with Sophia became more frequent during these visits. While the other girls might be loud and cheerful, Sophia often sought you out for quieter chats.

One afternoon, while the other members were napping or on their phones, you and Sophia sat in the dorm's small kitchen, sipping tea.

"Yoonchae seems to be adjusting really well," you commented, stirring your tea. "She looks happy."

Sophia smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "She is. She's incredibly strong, Unnie. Sometimes, I worry about her, being the youngest. But she pushes through everything with such grace."

"She's always been like that," you replied, a soft ache in your chest. "Determined. But she's also sensitive. She might not show it, but she takes things to heart."

Sophia nodded thoughtfully. "I've noticed. We all try to look out for her. Lara and Daniela make sure she's always laughing, Manon pushes her to be confident, and Megan... well, Megan just makes her feel comfortable with her unique way of being." She paused, then looked at you. "It must be hard for you, though. Seeing her so far from home, growing up so fast."

You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. "It is. But seeing her thrive, seeing her with all of you... it makes it easier. I know she's not alone. And I trust you all to take care of her." Your eyes met hers again, and there was a silent acknowledgment of the trust you were placing in her, in them.

"We will," Sophia promised, her voice firm. "She's our little sister too, now."

During one of your visits, while you were helping Yoonchae organize her overflowing closet, Daniela popped her head in, followed by Lara.

"Y/N unnie!" Daniela exclaimed. "Can I ask you something? How did you get your English to be fluent like that? It’s like…really fluent!"

Lara nodded vigorously. "Yeah! How come you're so much better than Yoonchae? I mean I don’t mean that as a bad thing, I am just curious. Yoonchae said a lot of things about you so we wanted to know why."

You chuckled, looking at Yoonchae, who was blushing furiously. "Yah, Yoonchae-ya, don't tell them all my secrets!" You turned back to Daniela and Lara.

"Well, I studied abroad for a bit before Yoonchae started her training. And I always loved watching American TV shows and movies. Yoonchae was more focused on her dancing and singing, so she didn't spend as much time on it and she loves her K-drama more than me."

“Ya unnie! Not true!” Yoonchae exclaims with a pout and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was true though, she loves to watch a lot of K-dramas that you used to scold her so often for staying up all night.

"Ohhh!" Daniela said, her eyes wide. "That makes sense!"

Lara grinned. "Yeah! You should teach Yoonchae more! Make her as good as you!"

Yoonchae groaned. "Unnie, don't encourage them!"

You just smiled, enjoying their playful energy. "I'll do my best to help her, don't worry but she's already doing amazing." You winked at Yoonchae, who rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. “Besides, she has all of you now to teach her…”

The protective older sister mode truly kicked in during a particularly stressful week leading up to a major comeback. The girls were practicing non-stop, barely sleeping, and the pressure was palpable. You'd been visiting more often, bringing them energy drinks and healthy snacks, trying to be a quiet support.

One evening, you walked into the practice room to find Yoonchae slumped against the wall, her face pale, a wince on her face as she tried to stretch her leg. The other members were still practicing, pushing through their fatigue.

"Yoonchae-ya! What's wrong?" you rushed to her side, kneeling down.

"Just... my ankle," she mumbled, trying to wave you off. "It's nothing. Just a little sore."

You gently touched her ankle, and she flinched. It was clearly more than "a little sore." You looked up at the other members, who were still going full throttle.

Sophia was leading the count, her voice firm. Lara was pushing herself, sweat dripping down her face. Manon looked focused, her movements sharp despite her exhaustion. Daniela was trying to keep the energy up, but even her usual bright smile seemed strained. Megan was quietly observing, her brow furrowed with concern.

Your protective instincts roared to life. This wasn't just about a sore ankle, it was about pushing themselves too hard, risking injury, all for a comeback.

Your baby was hurting.

You stood up, your voice firm, cutting through the music. "Everyone, stop!"

The music cut off, and all five heads snapped towards you, surprised.

"What's going on, unnie?" Sophia asked, her voice a little sharp from the sudden interruption.

"What's going on," you said, your voice low and steady, "is that Yoonchae just hurt her ankle. And all of you look like you're about to collapse." You gestured to Yoonchae, who was trying to shrink into the wall.

"She needs to rest. All of you need to rest. This isn't healthy. You can't perform your best if you're injured or completely exhausted."

Silence fell over the room. The girls exchanged glances, some looking guilty, some still tired and a little defensive.

"Unnie, it's fine," Yoonchae whispered, trying to stand up. "We have to practice."

"No, it's not fine, Yoonchae," you said, gently pushing her back down. You looked at the other members. "I know how hard you all work. I see it but you're pushing yourselves too far. You're going to get seriously hurt. This isn't just about talent, of showing your fans a great performance, it's about taking care of yourselves too."

Sophia stepped forward, her expression serious. "You're right, unnie. We... we got a bit carried away with the pressure. We didn't notice how tired Yoonchae was getting."

Lara looked down at her feet. "We're sorry, unnie. We should have paid more attention."

Daniela's bright smile was gone, replaced by a look of genuine concern. "We didn't mean to make Yoonchae push herself too hard. We were just so focused on the comeback."

Manon nodded. "We'll be more careful."

Megan walked over to Yoonchae, kneeling beside her. "Yoonchip, are you okay? I should have said something earlier. I noticed you were limping a bit." She gently touched Yoonchae's ankle.

You watched them, your anger slowly fading, replaced by a sense of relief. They weren't being malicious, they were just caught up in the intensity of their work, and they genuinely cared about Yoonchae.

"It's okay," you said, your voice softer now. "Just promise me you'll all look out for each other. You're a team, a family. You need to take care of each other, not just push each other."

Sophia looked at each member, then back at you. "We promise, unnie. Thank you for looking out for us, for Yoonchae. We really needed to hear that."

Later that evening, after Yoonchae's ankle had been iced and she was resting, the girls came to you, one by one, to apologize again. Daniela brought you a cup of warm tea. Lara offered to help you clean up. Manon gave you a rare, sincere compliment on your protective nature. And Megan, with her slightly weird but comforting way, gave you a long, silent hug.

You knew then, more than ever, that your baby sister was truly in good hands. She had gained not just five unnies, but five more protectors, five more sisters who would watch over her, just like you did. And as her older sister, that was the greatest comfort of all.

BONUS SCENE

Today started like any other fanmeet day. You’d been in town for a few days, visiting your sister and her group. This particular fanmeet was a big one, their first since the comeback you’d seen them working so hard for. The energy in the dressing room was electric, a mix of nervous jitters and pure excitement.

"Unnie, are you sure you don't want to sit in the audience?" Yoonchae asked, adjusting a sparkling hairpin in her perfectly styled hair. "It's a much better view."

"I'm good, sweetie," you said, smiling. "I'll be right here backstage. I'll get to see you as soon as you're done." You gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

The fanmeet was a whirlwind of music, laughter, and endless fanchants that echoed through the venue. You watched from a small monitor backstage, a proud smile on your face as you saw Yoonchae interact with the fans, her bright, confident persona shining through. The other girls were just as captivating, a mix of personalities that had clearly captured the hearts of so many.

Towards the end of the event, there was a Q&A session. The girls were seated on stage, taking questions from the fans. Everything was going smoothly until a fan at the front of the stage, a middle-aged man in a dark hoodie, suddenly stood up and started shouting. His words were a blur of aggressive Korean, but you didn't need to understand everything to know the tone was hostile. He wasn’t yelling at the group, but at Yoonchae specifically.

You felt a cold knot form in your stomach. Your eyes darted to the monitor. Yoonchae’s bright smile wavered, and her shoulders hunched slightly as the man's angry voice cut through the excited buzz of the crowd.

He was saying something about how she didn't deserve her spot in the group, that she was a "burden" to the others. He’d clearly been following the group and held some sort of personal grudge.

Before a security guard could even reach him, the girls sprang into action.

Sophia, ever the leader, was the first to react. Her face, usually so calm and composed, was now a mask of rage. She stood up, her hand on Yoonchae's shoulder, and looked directly at the man, her stare so sharp it seemed to cut through the noise.

“Sir,” she said, her voice clear and steady, but with an unmistakable edge of steel, “this is not the time or place for this. Please be respectful to all of the members.”

Manon stood up as well. She didn't say a word, but her piercing gaze was enough. She put herself between Yoonchae and the man, a silent, unyielding shield. The look on her face was clear: ‘Try it. I dare you.’

Lara was now quiet and serious. She put her hand on Yoonchae’s back, giving her a reassuring rub, her eyes scanning the crowd with rage in her eyes, one you hadn't seen before.

Daniela, on the other hand, was now using that energy to deflect the situation. She started talking loudly into her mic, trying to change the topic and draw attention away from Yoonchae.

"Wow, everyone! Look at all these beautiful lightsticks! What's everyone's favorite song on the new album?!" she exclaimed, her voice full of a strained cheerfulness.

Even Megan was right there. She leaned in and whispered something into Yoonchae's ear, a small, comforting gesture that made your sister's tense shoulders relax just a little.

By this time, security had reached the man and were escorting him out. But the moment of calm was shattered. The man, in a final act of malice, lunged forward and threw a small piece of paper at Yoonchae.

It wasn't just a piece of paper, you realized, but what looked like a crumpled, hateful letter. It hit her in the shoulder before fluttering to the ground.

You saw your baby sister flinch, a mix of hurt and humiliation in her eyes. The girls, all of them, saw it too.

Sophia, without a second thought, reached down and picked up the paper, crumpling it further in her hand with a look of pure disgust before slipping it into her pocket.

The fanmeet ended quickly after that. The girls wrapped things up with practiced smiles, but you could see the lingering tension in their faces. You were already heading to their dressing room, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and worry.

When you got there, the atmosphere was heavy. Yoonchae was sitting in front of her vanity, her head down, while the other girls were all gathered around her, saying things in low, comforting voices. You watched, your anger slowly fading as you saw the love and support surrounding your sister.

Sophia stepped forward when she saw you, her eyes still holding a hint of anger in them. "He's gone, unnie. Everything is okay."

"Is Yoonchae okay?" you asked, your voice a little shaky. You knelt next to your sister and gently touched her shoulder. "Yoonchae-ya? Gwaenchanh-euseyo? (Are you okay?)”

She looked up at you, her eyes a bit glassy, but a small smile on her face. "Ne, gwaenchanh-ayo unnie. (Yes, I’m okay unnie). Really. The girls..." She gestured to them, a mix of gratitude and adoration in her expression. "They took care of it."

You looked at the girls, your heart swelling with pride.

"Thank you," you said, your voice thick with emotion. You looked at each of them in turn. "Thank you so much. For protecting her. For protecting my little idol. For being her sisters."

Sophia gave you a small smile. "That's what we're here for, unnie," she said softly. "She's our baby and no one messes with our baby."

a/n: soooo here it is! how was it? I hope it's okay. I apologize if I changed the whole Dream Academy narrative, I wanted to change it, I hope you don't mind. I find this really cute, thanks to @yeojinbean for the idea! mwa mwa besitos! Hope this lives up to your expectations.

Also, the conversations between you and Yoonchae was supposed to be in Korean but I don't trust Google Translate that much so let's just imagine that you both are speaking Korean hehe.

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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He's so cute I want to bite him

250810 Beomgyu Weverse DM

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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I'm so scared to get a job bro

they should make a job application process that doesn't feel like a deep and fundamental rejection of your humanity or right to dignity and respect

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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Opened tumblr and saw "gyuuchuuu" and I was like "WHO IS GYUUCHUUU" until I remembered it was BAMTOR1SSS 😭😭😭😭😭 @gyuuchuuu IM SO SORRY HAHAHAHAH

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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MY TUMBLR MESSAGES ARENT SHOWING OGJFIGJFJJF

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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Imagine a gojo mixed with Hueningkai fanart

yeah ok

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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HELLO? WRITERS ARE WE SEEING TJIS

250820 Hueningkai Weverse Post

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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AWWW I LOVE FALLEN ANGELS (not Lucifer tho) I HAVE A WIP FALLEN ANGEL!SOOBIN X PRINCESS!OC MARINATING IN MY GOOGLE DOCS DIWJJWJQJQJQ

Need to yap to you about this kai because i could sob from how gorgeous he is

NO BC I WAS THINKING OF THIS YESTERDAY. omg. i thought of fallen angel!kai who crash landed on ur back porch... waking you up from your sleep, just to find this 6ft man tucked away in the corner of the deck!! hiding?! hes so scared and confused? why did his wings stop working? and why is his halo cracked a little?

at first you were a little scared until you saw the tears forming, you walked up to him and he shuffled back until you spoke and told him that "its okay, i wont hurt you" and you're able to get a better look at him, crouching aside him. hes so ethereal. slick back locks, rosy cheeks dusted with this silver glow on his skin, his facial features are so beautiful, his wings although clearly injured due to falling, looked soft and fluffy, his halo although slanted was glowing dimly ... you've never seen such a being before you invite him inside, and let him explain what happened and how he ended up in your backyard, you listen and inspect around him... amd after much convincing he lets you check on his wings !! its just as soft as you imagined~ there so reactive too!! twitching softly when you run your hands though the feathers causing him to shiver "i can feel it y'know... they are apart of me" ... and it leaves you silent... was he really want he says he is????????? thankfully he didnt break his wings but they def need some time to heal, you let him sleep on the couch for the night. you returned in your room to go to sleep, trying to wrap your mind after all that happened until you remembered you hadnt given him any blanket or pillow,so you rush down only to find this pure angel asleep, hurt wings hugging himself as he sleeps!! he must be so tired hm :(

yeah. i got carried away ANYWAYS I LOVE THE PIC EMME HES SO PRETTYY

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kyucksss · 11 days ago

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Hey SOOOOO I've been offline and I'm so sorry for that, I'm not rlly writing anymore but I swear sometime I will !!! I just haven't found the motivation and chapter two has been looking a lilll too flat so I just ended up giving up and saving it to some other time !!! Jsyk I won't be online much here but I swearrrrrrr I promise I'll still write, just once in a blue moon tho 💔💔

#kyuu's updates 🎧

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kyucksss · 1 month ago

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colors

PAIRING: hwang hyunjin x reader GENRE: fluff, established relationship WC: 558 WARNINGS: none

"There are only 3 primary colors, right?" you ask mindlessly as you watch Hyunjin's brush glide across the canvas. You heard a low hum from him before asking, "Who named the colors?"

he rolls his eyes, and a thin smile creeps on his face.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asks softly, still focusing on the canvas in front of him. You had agreed to be his muse today. Though a very basic muse, you must say. He doesn't even let you hold any props, so you just sit there with a flower slipped in your ear.

"Well, orange comes from mixing red and yellow, so why not call it yed?" you propose.

Hyunjin stops to look at you with his confused face. "Yed?"

"Yes? well, you mix yellow and red? Yed? Or should it be redow?"

"You're absurd," he laughs, continuing his sweep of brush. You're cute, was what he was actually thinking. Since you sat on that chair, you hadn't stopped talking about everything, from the workplace stress you're currently experiencing, to stories of stray cats in your apartment complex. Your voice was a better substitute for the music he put on every time he started painting.

"Green should be called yellue," you push forward. Laughing when the words repeated itself in your head. "Isn't that cute, Hyune, yellue?" you ask.

"Sure, my love," he answered. "Tell me everything on that pretty head of yours."

"I think, you don't need me to sit here," you said softly. Hyunjin laughs again. If he's being honest, it's his first time drawing the muse directly. He could have snapped a picture of you and used it as a reference, that's what he always does. But who he is to say no when you're the one offering to be his muse for a day?

"Weren't you the one offering yourself?" He asks, not paying much attention to you who had started to stand. You stopped in your tracks, thinking to yourself.

"Right..." you shyly said. You walked behind him, leaning down to rest your chin on his left shoulder. You are the muse, but you're certain that the scene doesn't look anything like his painting. Not in a bad way, just in a very hyperbole way that the background colors seem to be muted while he gives you the spotlight with all the vibrant colors.

Hyunjin turned his head, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "What do you think?"

"I don't think there's any word that can describe the elegance of that painting, Hyune," you answered. "I think you're a great artist, I'm pretty sure I'm not as beautiful as the person in the canvas."

Hyunjin puts down his palette on the little table next to the canvas before standing up. He grabs your shoulder, just looking at you. No matter how many times he memorized your features, he can't stop admiring your angelic nature.

It's true that an artist's eyes see colors in a spectrum that's never existed before, but you're different. Hyunjin had always thought that he already saw all the colors of life, but your existence in his life gives him a taste of a new kind of rainbow. And he wished for nothing more than you to see yourself from his point of view.

"Believe me, my love, no colors can do justice to paint you."

a/n. Ramadhan Kareem everyone! We're well fed this month by the amount of skz record the kids released and some said we're getting cb announcement at fanmeeting😃 can't wait!!!!!!

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kyucksss · 1 month ago

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"Just for a little while" no sir I am staying for 99 more years.

A Love Written in Paint

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!Reader (mention of Felix)

Word Count: 1259

Summary: Months after your painful goodbye, you step into a quiet art gallery… and find yourself staring back from every canvas. Hyunjin never stopped painting you. And when you see him again - surrounded by brushstrokes of heartbreak and memory - you realize this goodbye may be something else entirely: a confession.

Warnings/Tags: artist!hyunjin, exes to lovers, angst, emotional angst, past breakup, second chance, fluff

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

The moment you step into the gallery, the scent of oil paint and varnish fills your lungs. It’s been months since you last saw Hyunjin - months since the two of you had spoken, since the bitter, heart-wrenching goodbye that still clings to your chest like a phantom ache. Yet, here you are, standing beneath the glow of dim spotlights, drawn to his work as if something deep within you refuses to let go.

Your fingers clutch the strap of your bag as you take a tentative step forward. The walls of the gallery are lined with paintings, each piece illuminated in soft, golden light. You don’t know what you were expecting when you decided to come. Perhaps you thought you’d see abstract landscapes or faceless figures, brushstrokes that carried his emotions in ways only he could understand. But as your gaze lands on the first canvas, your breath catches in your throat.

It’s you.

Everywhere, it’s you.

A painting of you laughing, your head thrown back in carefree joy. Another of you, eyes red-rimmed and glistening, frozen in a moment of sorrow only he could have known. There’s one where you’re curled up in his hoodie, your fingers clutching the fabric like a lifeline. Another where you’re sitting by the window of his old apartment, bathed in golden light, your lips slightly parted as if lost in thought.

Your heartbeat stutters, and you take a step closer. The details are staggering, each brushstroke so tender, so heartbreakingly real that you can almost feel the weight of his gaze, the warmth of his hands guiding the paint across the canvas. He painted you the way he saw you in moments you hadn’t even realized he was watching.

A whisper of a voice reaches your ears from behind. “He never stopped painting you.”

You turn to find Hyunjin’s closest friend, Felix, standing beside you. His expression is unreadable, though his eyes hold something soft, something knowing. “After you left, he shut himself away. Didn’t talk to anyone. Just painted.”

Your fingers tremble as you wrap your arms around yourself. “I… I didn’t know.”

Felix hums softly. “Which is why I decided to invite you.” He tilts his head toward the largest piece in the center of the room, and your stomach knots painfully. “That one,” he murmurs, “is the first painting he finished after you left.”

Your feet move before your mind can catch up, carrying you toward the massive canvas. It’s breathtaking, really, the way the light catches the paint, the way it takes up so much space but seems so non-overpowering at the same time. As you take it in, your throat tightens.

It’s a painting of the night you left him.

You recognize the soft glow of the streetlamp outside his apartment, the blurred streaks of rain running down the windowpane. But it’s the look on his painted face that truly guts you. Hyunjin stands there, caught in a moment of raw vulnerability, his hands reaching out toward the shadowed figure of you walking away.

Your lips part, a breathless realization settling over you. He didn’t just paint you in memories of love - he painted the pain, too. The nights of longing, the weight of your absence, the way he stood in the wreckage of your love and turned it into something tangible, something immortalized in every stroke of color.

Felix shifts beside you, chewing on his lip as if he isn’t quite sure if he should continue or not. “He wanted this to be his last exhibition before he leaves.”

Your head snaps up. “Leaves?”

Felix nods gently. “Paris. An art residency. He said he needed a fresh start.”

Your eyes dart back to the paintings, to the undeniable love etched into each one. Your chest tightens. If this was supposed to be his goodbye, why did it feel so much like a confession?

A familiar voice interrupts your racing thoughts. “Y/nnie?” You turn, and there he is. Hyunjin stands just a few feet away, dressed in all black, his long hair slightly tousled. His dark eyes hold a mixture of surprise and something deeper - something hesitant as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

You swallow hard. “Hyunjin… I…” Words fail you, tangled in the weight of everything unspoken between you. Instead, you gesture to the paintings around you. “You painted all of these?”

His gaze softens, a so familiar shyness settling in his features. “I didn’t know how else to let you go.”

Your heart clenches painfully. “Is that what this is?” You take a shaky breath, searching his face. “Goodbye?”

Hyunjin steps closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was supposed to be.” His fingers clench at his sides. “But then you walked in, and now… I don’t know anymore.”

Silence stretches between you, heavy and trembling. You think of the months apart, the lonely nights spent wondering if he missed you as much as you missed him. Now, standing here, surrounded by the echoes of his love, you have your answer. Your fingers brush against the edge of the nearest canvas. “Do you still love me?” you whisper.

Hyunjin exhales sharply as if the question steals the air from his lungs. He hesitates, but then his hand reaches for yours, his fingers trembling as they interlace with your own. “I never stopped loving you.”

A sharp inhale fills your chest, and suddenly, the choice is yours to make. If you let go, this truly becomes goodbye. If you hold on, maybe - just maybe - this is a new beginning.

Your throat tightens as emotions swell within you. His grip on your hand tightens just slightly, as if grounding himself, as if convincing himself that you’re real.

“I missed you,” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. “Every single day. I kept thinking about what I could’ve done differently, what I should have said, how I should have fought for us instead of letting you go.”

Your heart clenches at his words, but you shake your head, squeezing his fingers in return. “It wasn’t just you, Hyunjin,” you whisper. “It was me too. I should have stayed; I should have listened more. We both made our fair share of mistakes.”

Hyunjin’s lips part, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he just looks at you, drinking in the sight of you standing before him, his fingers brushing against yours as if afraid this is all just a dream. And then, hesitantly, he lifts your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. “Come with me,” he murmurs suddenly.

You blink at him. “What?”

His eyes search yours. “To Paris. Just for a while. We don’t have to talk about everything all at once. We don’t even have to figure things out right away. Just… come with me.” He pauses, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. “We’ll travel the city, go to galleries, do what we used to. And if you decide to leave, you can. No pressure, no expectations. Just… be with me. Even if it’s only for a little while.”

Your breath catches. A part of you screams that this is reckless, that you should think it through. But another part - the part that still aches for him, still longs for the warmth of his hand in yours - wants nothing more than to say yes.

Your fingers tighten around his. “Okay,” you whisper.

And for the first time in months, Hyunjin smiles - a soft, breathtaking thing that speaks of hope, of a love not yet lost.

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This is too cute

"Closet Nightmares" - HH

TikTok Prank | 1k Words | cozy, spooky-cute & flustered | Hyunjin x Reader

TW: light paranormal themes (fake ghost prank), brief mentions of fear/anxiety, and no real harm.

Summary: You decided to pull a fake ghost TikTok prank on your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Your family had welcomed Hyunjin immediately with open arms. The moment he stepped through the front door of your childhood home, your siblings were already bombarding him with questions, your parents smiled too wide, and the family dog kept barking at his suitcase.

"I think your Mom likes me," HYunjin whispered as he stood awkwardly in the living room holding a plate of fresh, warm, homemade brownies. You had told them his friend, Felix, would make them for him as a comfort food.

"She does," you grinned. "But she loves messing with people even more."

"Oh." He blinked. "That explains why she just told me the hallway closet is haunted."

You almost choked on your drink.

"She told you that?"

"She said it opens by itself at night and that it's probably the ghost of the woman who lived here before you guys did. She said she was known to hate children and doors."

That sounded exactly like something your Mom would say.

It was also exactly the kind of golden opportunity you couldn't miss.

You and your siblings cooked up the prank that night while Hyunjin was out walking the dog with your Dad. They claimed that they were having a Father/Son chat, and you weren't invited. Not that you minded.

Fishing line. Closet door. A little gentle tug when the timing was just right. Nothing dramatic. Just spooky enough to make him wonder if the past owner (who didn't exist) really did have beef with closet doors beyond the grave.

. . .

That night, your parents generously offered Hyunjin the guest room —your old bedroom —because "it's tradition" and "it builds character." You'd be sleeping in the room next door, bunking with one of your siblings, though you left the door cracked just in case Hyunjin needed anything (or got spooked).

"You're gonna be fine," you said, giving him a soft goodnight kiss as he stood awkwardly in his pajamas, eyeing the closet across the room.

"Babe, it's literally creaking," he whispered. "And I swear it wasn't open earlier."

"It's an old house. It does that."

He squinted at you. "That's what people in horror movies say before they die first."

"Goodnight, Hyun."

You laughed and slipped into your sibling's room across the hall, giving them a thumbs up. The fishing line was already taped and discreetly snaked down through the hallway. Your other sibling lay in wait, ready to tug it gently around midnight.

. . .

Twelve-oh-three.

creeeeak.

The door to the closet slowly inched open with a groan so theatrical it might as well have been haunted and auditioning for Broadway.

From the other side of the wall, you heard Hyunjin make a noise that sounded like a strangled "AH!"

A few seconds passed.

Then-

"Y/N?" His voice cracked.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, already shaking from laughter.

"Y/N, the closet is opening. It's - It's literally opening right now, and I did not touch it. I swear."

You poked your head into the hallway, trying to stifle your grin and act as if he'd woken you up. "What's going on?"

He stuck his head out of your bedroom door, hair sticking up and wide-eyed. "The closet just opened up by itself. I know it's that lady."

"Did you see her?" you asked, trying to stay serious. "Does she look like she hates children and doors?"

"DON'T JOKE ABOUT THAT," he hisses quietly. "She's in there, isn't she? I knew your Mom's brownies were just a bribe."

At this point, both your siblings were crying with laughter from their hiding spots, barely able to stay quiet.

You lost it, too.

"Oh my gosh. Hyun. It's not haunted! It's fishing line! We rigged it! You should've seen your face-!"

He stared. His jaw dropped. "You-you pranked me?"

"Your first visit. It's tradition."

"That's not a tradition, that's attempted murder."

He dramatically staggered down the hallway like a wounded ghost himself, flopping onto the couch with a pillow hugged to his chest. "You've betrayed me. I was ready to fight a ghost for your honor. And this is what I get."

You sat beside him, giggling as you nudged him gently. "You were gonna fight the old lady?"

"She seemed bitter and powerful. I was terrified, but I was willing."

"You're very brave."

"Traumatized."

"Adorable."

He peeked at you from behind the pillow, face still a little flushed. "Okay...but like...what if it was real? Would you have saved me?"

"I would have recorded it. Then saved you."

He sighed. "I'm dating a gremlin."

"Yes! And you love every second of it!"

"...Yeah, I really do."

. . .

The next morning at breakfast, your Mom gave Hyunjin a sly wink over her mug of tea.

"So, did you meet the old owner?"

Hyunjin didn't even look up from his plate.

"She and I had words," he murmured dramatically. "And then I rebuked her in the name of your entire bloodline."

Your whole family roared. He was a keeper!

THE END

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kyucksss · 1 month ago

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gummy bears

✱ college student!hj x gn!reader

— art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

w.count → 1.8k genre → fluff...? warning → mild cussing, as per usual♡ a.n → hi!! i'm back with a new face addition to the page! hahah honestly i thought it would be either minho or seungmin first but ngl hyunnie has been tugging on my hearstrings lately he's such a silly little mandu i love him sm :( hope you guys find the story as enjoyable as chris' side of the blog, and also if anyone is interested for a commission there are slots available still♡ ⋆ see masterlist

has it always been this… weird?

your attention should’ve been sealed at the projected slides once the professor started the countdown on his infamous ‘how-long-can-i-yap-before-my-students-fall-asleep’ course, but holy smokes—even breathing seemed like a major task when you could barely peel your thoughts off the boy sitting a few rows in front of you.

hyunjin has always been the main attention-grabber wherever he went—and that includes yours.

it’s not like you denying it either. he is gorgeous, and even the heavens know you couldn’t help but glance in his direction whenever he’s in the room. hell, even a few of your initial sketches for last semester’s projects were inspired by hyunjin. it’s as if he had slowly solidified his spot as your muse—but what is this odd feeling gently fluttering between the rows of your ribcage?

a buzz from the pocket of your pants startled you out of your trance, and while you thanked the gods for sending you down here with a habit of putting your phone on constant silent, you peeked at the notification patiently perched on the screen of your phone—one nearly causing you a minor heart attack on the spot.

hyunjin: spot next to me is empty, you know

right—you forgot your position from a mere classmate-slash-secret-admirer has been upgraded to an actual acquaintance-slash-almost-friend of hyunjin’s, all thanks to that one final project from art history 101 class last semester.

you: being at the back is peaceful, thanks hyunjin: says the one who rushed for a front spot for literally any other class lol hyunjin: cmon, saved the spot for you

lord—now you’re genuinely glad you decided to wear that crusty baseball cap of yours today, or literally everyone would’ve noticed the way your cheeks had burned up into a bright shade of crimson.

you: geez hyunjin: cmoooon hyunjin: or i’ll literally ask mr. kang to move you here

the way your head snapped to find hyunjin’s playful yet determined gaze headed straight at you was not something you would’ve ever thought to add to your bingo board.

ever.

you: no you won’t hyunjin: try me

your eyes nearly doubled in size when you returned your line of sight in hyunjin’s direction, only to see the slow, comical way the long-haired guy is raising his hand while keeping his eyes on you, lips tipped up into a masked grin.

“yes, mr. hwang?”

fuck.

you scrambled on your phone while mr. kang—as well as the rest of the attendees of the class, fixed their eyes on hyunjin, quietly wondering what would come out of those lips of his.

“oh, i’m just wondering if—"

you: FINE I’M MOVING you: JUST SHUT UP you: PLEASE

And you swore you could see the way his lips turned into a victorious grin through the back of his head.

“if?” mr. kang repeated, seemingly a little impatient at hyunjin’s antics. to be fair, you actually felt the same way.

“if you have any movie or documentaries related to the topics you will be teaching this semester,” hyunjin’s voice rang loud and clear—as if the question had been his initial motive all along, and you’re simply a victim of his little magic trick.

“personally i do learn better through those mediums, mr. kang,” hyunjin perfected his question, smile as innocent as a puppy, and as he looked around the hall, scanning the dozens of nodding heads to his statement,

hyunjin made sure to lock eyes with you for a second longer.

“and i think my friends agree with me.”

“you’re an ass,” you hissed as soon as you secured the seat next to hyunjin, shooting daggers out of your eyes while the latter chuckled. given, hyunjin’s question did made your move less suspicious since mr. kang actually took a liking to the idea and decided to substitute one of the assignments into this movie presentation group project, but still—you were so close to losing your dignity in front of dozens of your peers, on the first day of the new semester.

“would’ve been easier had you listened the first time,” he playfully retorted, remnants of victory still glimmered in his eyes, “and now you know i’m a man of my words. win-win situation for both of us.”

“as if,” you groaned in annoyance despite failing to even make a dent to hyunjin’s victorious grin. “you are the only one benefiting from this, mr. hwang. i’m merely a victim in this scheme of yours.”

“ouch—mr. hwang? really now?” hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, pretending as if he has been shot despite the wicked smile plastered across his face, “do you really want to hurt me like that?”

if you were to be honest, you do enjoy your playful bickers with hyunjin. it made him less of a muse and more of a… human. a regular college boy, who just so happened to be blessed by the goddess of beauty herself and sent here with an exceptional heart of gold.

like he’s just a boy.

“seemed fair enough,” instead, you replied with a mischievous grin while greeting a couple of hyunjin’s friends joining your little group.

“1-1, mr. hwang.”

the massive numbers displayed on your phone screen further validates the exhaustion you felt looming over your shoulders. it’s only the first week of the new semester and you’re already held up on campus way past your classes—how are you supposed to survive the rest of the school year?

to be fair, you really do love what you’re studying right now. it’s what you’ve always wanted to be since you were a child, and to be able to live out your inner child’s dream is one of your prides—but god, it did not make things easier to actually do.

just as you slipped your screen away, sparing yourself from a bunch of exhausting thoughts as your footsteps led you to your bus stop, a pack of gummy bear suddenly popped out of thin air in front of your eyes, causing you to stumble backwards onto the—

warm surface?

“i’m not a gummy sharing type of person, but i think you need this more than i do.”

pushing yourself off the other’s figure, you didn’t need to turn around to figure out the person’s identity—but you did anyway.

“gee, thanks mr. hwang,” you playfully snickered, snatching the bag of gummy and popped one unfortunate strawberry flavored bear in your mouth, “didn’t know you’re so kind.”

over the past week, you found out that you surprisingly have quite a lot of classes together with hyunjin and a few of his friends. you’re thankful he dropped the ‘i saved you a seat’ act by the third class you shared and let you actually sit amongst your friends, but in ways you don’t even understand, you somehow kept getting sorted in the same groups as hyunjin. well, at least now you no longer freeze up while hyunjin’s around.

“oh, can you drop that already,” hyunjin groaned, lips pursing into a subtle pout, “the others are starting to call me mr. hwang too thanks to you, you know.”

you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past your lips to hyunjin’s protest, already with a picture in your head about the whining he would’ve done once his closest friends started to pick up hyunjin’s objection to the nickname and used the name against him. how adorable he would’ve—

wait.

adorable?

hyunjin’s supposed to be simply your muse—maybe a friend at best! you don’t call your friends adorable, do you?

“you started it!” shaking your head in an attempt to rid the word from the nooks and crannies of your brain, you instead defended yourself while offering hyunjin the pack of gummies at the same time.

“what do you mean i started it!” hyunjin groaned, still popping a gummy in his mouth in the process, “i was just simply requesting your presence at the spot I have reserved for you!”

“and threatened to embarrass me if i didn’t move!” you deflected, playfully glaring at the latter. “don’t you dare omit that part, you sneaky weasel! i thought I was going to have to drop the class due to embarrassment!”

the crease between hyunjin’s brows grew thicker when he realized he couldn’t counter your protest, resulting in another pout to form on his lips, now clearer than before. it made you feel a little guilty—did you go a little too far? was he offended by the—

“i just wanted to get closer to you.”

…wait.

wait—what?

“i know it’s a lame excuse,” hyunjin’s groans turn muffled as he hid his face behind the palms of his hands, “it’s just—i don’t know, i find you fun? i know we just started talking after that group project but i like talking about stuff with you and even after the group project ended i just kept finding myself wanting to talk to you? i just—”

“whoa whoa—slow down!” you instinctively grabbed hyunjin’s shoulders; not too hard to shake him off, just enough to gently ground him back from his rambles. “breathe, you don’t need to explain anything to me, hyunjin. just breathe.”

well, frankly you do need an explanation—just… not from this adorably frantic hyunjin.

no, scratch that—just frantic.

not adorably.

just frantic.

hyunjin’s face was nearly the shade of the gummy bear packet you still had on your hand, and as much as you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he’s already feeling, your lips seemed to have their own plans when they curled up into a grin.

“don’t even say anything,” he warned, fingers now pointing at the rapidly growing grin on your face. “just don’t.”

you would honestly love to comply to hyunjin’s wishes, really—after all, you’re the type to honor and respect your friend’s wishes…

but is he just a friend?

“I’m not!” you stated, but despite throwing your hands up in a sign of defeat, hyunjin knew better when he noticed the constant degree of smile etched across your face,

“I just never would have thought that the campus crush,” you emphasized, trails of laughter already slipping past your lips in harmony to hyunjin’s exasperated sigh, “the mr. hwang hyunjin himself, is quite clumsy at making new friends.”

hyunjin was genuinely dumbfounded at your accusation.

“no i’m not!” he protested, subconsciously following your footstep as you got ready to catch your nearing bus, “it’s not that i’m bad at making friends, i just—”

hyunjin’s explanation were cut short when your bus finally arrived, prompting another frown to appear on his face when you hopped on without sparing him another glance. dejected, hyunjin turned around and—

“hyunjin!”

the speed at how quickly hyunjin turned on his heels at your voice nearly made you giggle. from one of the opened windows from the back of the bus, you locked eyes with hyunjin and smiled.

“text me your excuses and we’ll see if you’re actually good at making friends!” you shouted as the bus began to drove away, only allowing you to witness a faint ‘okay!’ along with an excited wave before hyunjin disappeared behind the curve of the crossroad.

well, maybe hyunjin is adorable after all.

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