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[l5byrinth]

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Character - Go Hyuntak 🥋

Song - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend by Hot Freaks ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

AU - Childhood friends, one-sided love

𐙚˙✧˖°🍮 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

+ 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗗

in which Go Hyun-Tak’s been in love with her since age seven, but all she does is steal his hoodies and call him "bro."

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

fluff

Go Hyun-Tak had been in love with her since the third grade.

Not that she noticed.

Not when she made him pinky-promise to be her best friend forever after he shared his juice box. Not when she’d nap on his shoulder during field trips. Not when she still—still—stole his hoodie in high school and never gave it back.

Now she was seventeen, sprawled beside him on a patchy hill in the local park, legs tucked beneath her, sipping bubble tea while humming off-key to the playlist they made together. She was scrolling her phone like nothing mattered, occasionally shoving the straw toward him for a sip—like it was the most normal thing in the world to share drinks and air and heartbeats.

And Hyun-Tak let her.

Because he was weak.

Because she called him “Takie” in that lazy, syrupy way that made his brain short-circuit.

Because when she turned to him with those wide, guileless eyes and said, “I think I might like someone,” it felt like someone had hit pause on the whole damn universe.

He blinked. “Oh?”

She didn’t look up from her phone, just shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like she hadn’t just turned his world sideways with one sentence. “Yeah. It’s stupid.”

Hyun-Tak swallowed, throat dry. “It’s not stupid.”

“You don’t even know who it is.”

No, he thought bitterly, but I know who it’s not.

She adjusted her weight, curling slightly on her side, propping her head up with one arm. A blade of grass stuck in her hair. The oversized sleeves of his hoodie fell past her knuckles. Her eyes flicked to his—half-lidded, lazy, familiar—and she gave him that soft, conspiratorial smile. The kind that made him feel like they were the only two people in the world.

“You wanna know?”

He hesitated.

Everything in him screamed no.

But he nodded anyway. “Sure.”

She grinned, bashful in a way she almost never was. “Okay, but don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it.”

“Promise.”

A beat passed. Two.

She buried her face in her sleeve for a second, groaning. “Ugh, now I feel dumb.”

“Hey.” His voice gentled without thinking. “It’s me. You never have to feel dumb with me.”

She peeked up at him again, and this time something in her expression shifted—just the tiniest bit. Something quieter. Something more unsure.

And then, just as she opened her mouth—

Her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen, thumb hovering.

“Hold on—it's him,” she said, without thinking. And just like that, the moment passed.

Hyun-Tak froze. Watched her face light up like a goddamn fireworks display.

And it gutted him.

He tried to look somewhere else. Anywhere else.

He ended up staring at the hem of his hoodie hanging off her wrist. It looked better on her than it ever did on him.

“You okay?” she asked after a moment, eyes still on the screen, smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah,” he said softly, leaning back into the grass, eyes skyward. “I’m always okay.”

And he was.

That was the problem.

He was always okay. Always there. Always Takie—her safe place, her stand-in boyfriend for practice dances, her emergency contact, her ride home when it rained.

Everything but the one thing he wanted to be.

✮⋆˙

It was three days later when she brought it up again.

Same hill. Same park. A little windier this time, with leaves rustling in dry circles around their shoes. The sky was overcast, the kind of cloudy that made everything feel muted and slow—except for her, apparently, because she was pacing in front of the bench while Hyun-Tak sat, watching her unravel in real time.

“I swear to god, if he says one more thing about how I’m not like other girls, I’m gonna throw my phone into the lake.”

Hyun-Tak blinked up at her. “You don’t even like lakes.”

“That’s not the point, Takie,” she huffed, running both hands through her hair, tugging at the strands. “The point is he’s so—ugh—he’s so confusing! One minute he’s texting me like he’s interested, and the next he leaves me on read for an entire day. And when I ask what’s wrong, he just says ‘lol nothing.’ LOL NOTHING?! Who does that?”

Hyun-Tak bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Barely.

She spun on him. “Why are you smiling?”

“I’m not,” he said, all innocence, but his lips were clearly betraying him.

She pointed at him with a glare. “You totally are! I am losing my mind, and you're just sitting there with your little smug face like this is a rom-com and you're the side character getting popcorn.”

He held up both hands. “I swear I’m not enjoying this.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he admitted, ducking as she flung a crumpled straw wrapper at him. It missed by a mile.

She flopped onto the bench beside him with a groan, letting her head fall dramatically onto his shoulder. “He’s such a jerk, Takie. Like—a real jerk. Not even in a hot way. Just a mildly emotionally unavailable but still somehow pretty way. Which is worse.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there, letting her vent, letting her rest her head against him like she always did when the world got too loud.

Then, quietly: “So… you’re done with him?”

She sighed into his hoodie. “I should be. But I’m not. I don’t know. It’s like—ugh—I think I just liked the idea of it, you know? Of someone liking me. Wanting me. Even if it’s… not real.”

His chest ached at that.

She didn’t see herself clearly. Never had.

Didn’t realize that everyone wanted her. That she was the kind of person who made playlists with her friends and remembered their birthdays and gave away her heart like she was born with too much of it.

“You are wanted,” he said quietly.

She pulled back a little, brows furrowing. “What?”

“You said you wanted someone to want you,” he repeated, more careful now. “But… you already are.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “By who?”

Hyun-Tak opened his mouth—then closed it.

Laughed under his breath.

“Just… in general,” he said instead. “You’re easy to want.”

A pause.

Then she slumped forward again, exhaling into his shoulder. “You always say the right thing. You suck.”

He smiled down at the top of her head.

If only you knew, he thought. If only you looked at me the way I look at you.

But instead, he just said, “Want me to go beat him up?”

She snorted. “You and what army?”

“Just me. I’m terrifying.”

She laughed for real this time. Loud, open-mouthed, free. Her nose scrunched in that way that made his stomach hurt.

And he swore—

For just a second, she looked at him a little too long.

Not enough. But longer than usual.

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Hope this was enjoyable 🥲 cause I'm not sure

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[l5byrinth]

Heey, how about

1. Suho

2. We are the people by Empire of the sun

3. Childhood friends to lovers

I think the song goes well because of the “i know everything about you, you know everything about me, we know everything about us” part

+ 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦

in which a summer afternoon, an old video game, and a teasing kiss turn years of friendship between Suho and her into something softer, deeper, and impossible to hide anymore.

+ 𝗔𝗛𝗡 𝗦𝗨𝗛𝗢 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

extreme fluff

The afternoon sunlight slipped lazily through Suho’s bedroom window, casting long, dappled shadows across the floor. It was the kind of summer day that moved like honey — thick, golden, and slow. The fan hummed rhythmically in the corner, stirring the soft scent of laundry and watermelon.

She was curled on his bed, sprawled out on her stomach with her chin buried into his pillow. Suho sat cross-legged on the floor, tapping idly at a stray watermelon seed stuck to the table.

It was quiet, but not in an awkward way. They’d been friends long enough to sit in silence and still feel like they were talking.

“You’re really not gonna admit you cheated?” she finally said, voice muffled by fabric.

Suho glanced over. “At what?”

“The last race we had. You boosted before the countdown even hit one.”

“That’s not cheating, that’s strategy.”

She lifted her head and threw a pillow at him. He caught it with a laugh, tossing it back onto the bed.

“Alright, alright.” He stood and stretched, shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of skin. “Wanna play something?”

“You mean like, an actual game?”

“Yeah.” He walked over to the console beneath his TV. “Something we can both suck at equally.”

She grinned, rolling off the bed to sit beside him on the floor. “I don’t suck.”

“You will when I beat you.”

“You wish.”

They sat shoulder to shoulder in front of the screen, controllers in hand. The glow of the TV painted their faces in soft blues and purples as the game loaded.

“Remember when we used to do this in middle school?” she asked, nudging his arm lightly.

“Yeah,” Suho said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’d steal my snacks and rage quit every time you lost.”

“I never rage quit—”

“Liar.”

She laughed, and it echoed lightly against the walls. Suho didn’t respond. Not because he didn’t want to — but because he was too busy looking at her.

The light from the screen flickered against her features, but it was the fading sunlight spilling through the curtains that caught him. It kissed the edge of her cheek, warmed her lashes, turned her skin gold.

And for a second, she didn’t look like the girl who used to chase him with water balloons or argue over ice cream flavors.

She looked… beautiful.

And Suho felt it — that small, strange ache blooming in his chest. Like he was seeing her again for the first time, and also realizing he’d been seeing her like this all along.

He looked away quickly, heart stammering like it didn’t know what to do with itself.

But then she leaned into him just a little, trying to peek at his controller.

“You’re totally screen peeking,” she accused.

“You’re imagining things.”

They nudged each other, laughing, arms brushing now and then. And when her fingers accidentally tapped over his while trying to press a button, neither of them pulled away.

The room quieted again — but it wasn’t the same silence as before.

It was warm. Buzzing. Electric.

He didn’t know when he started glancing at her more than at the screen. She was so close. Her focus entirely on the game, lip caught gently between her teeth, lashes lowered in concentration.

His heart stuttered.

He leaned a little closer. He didn’t even realize he was doing it at first — his body just… moved. Drawn to her like a tide to the shore.

He wasn’t even thinking about kissing her. Just… maybe a light peck on the cheek. Something stupid. Friendly.

But just as he leaned in—

She turned to ask him something.

Their lips met.

For half a second, the world stopped. The game kept playing in the background, some pixelated car crashing off-screen, but neither of them noticed.

Then—

“OH MY GOD,” she gasped, jerking back.

“WHAT JUST—?!” Suho nearly threw the controller.

“I was turning!”

“I was aiming for your cheek!”

They stared at each other, wide-eyed and blushing so hard the tips of their ears were red.

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO—”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO EITHER!”

A beat.

A pause.

Then Y/N made a strangled noise and buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking.

“Are you… laughing?” Suho blinked.

“I’m—pfft—I’m dying.”

“You just accidentally kissed me and now you’re laughing?!”

“I’m laughing because you look like your soul left your body.”

Suho huffed and turned away, cheeks still pink. “You’re evil.”

But then—her voice, softer:

“Suho…”

He glanced over.

She was looking at him — really looking.

And she was smiling.

“I didn’t hate it.”

That did it.

Something melted in his chest, then flooded it entirely. He dropped the controller, turned fully toward her, sitting face to face.

Silence took over as he processed what she just said. His fingers twitched on the carpet, unsure of what to do. His breath caught in his throat — stuck somewhere between relief and disbelief.

“I didn’t hate it,” she repeated, quieter this time. And this close, he could see the way her lashes fluttered with nerves. The little upturn of her lips, crooked and shy. She looked like she was trying not to smile too hard.

“Okay,” he finally said, blinking slowly. “Cool. That’s... cool.”

She laughed again, soft and breathy. “You’re so awkward right now.”

“Well—what do you expect?” he whispered, biting back a smile. “You just—kissed me. Technically.”

“Technically, you kissed me.”

“And now you’re blaming me?”

“You leaned in!”

“You turned your head!”

They were talking fast, words stacking on top of each other, but their voices stayed hushed — like they were afraid of breaking the moment if they got too loud.

And somewhere between bickering and smiling, they stopped.

She was watching him now, expression caught between wonder and amusement, like she was seeing something new and precious for the first time. His brows furrowed slightly, the way they always did when he was overthinking — but his eyes never left hers.

She reached out to his face, and cupped his cheeks. Suho swallowed, hands clenching.

She leaned in.

Suho's eyes closed.

She stayed like that — still and quiet, her hands cradling his face like it was something fragile and precious. He let out a shaky breath, eyes still closed, as the tips of their noses bumped just barely. Close enough to feel her giggle before he heard it.

And then—

She pulled back and burst out laughing.

Suho’s eyes snapped open. “What?”

She was already full-on cackling now, clutching her stomach like it hurt, practically folding in half. “You—you closed your eyes!”

He blinked, dumbfounded. “Wh—yeah?? Because I thought you were gonna kiss me?!”

“That was so cute, oh my god,” she giggled, wiping at her eyes. “You were just sitting there like, all ready. Eyes shut. Lips slightly puckered—”

“I wasn’t puckering!”

“You were! Like a little baby bird waiting for a worm!”

“I—okay, first of all—ew?!”

She fell back against the bed, still laughing, and Suho groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“I hate you,” he mumbled into his palms.

“No you don’t,” she sang back, absolutely glowing with mischief.

He peeked at her through his fingers, red-faced. “You’re the worst.”

She grinned and stuck her tongue out. “You love it.”

That did it.

“Oh, that’s it,” Suho said, tossing his controller aside.

Her smile dropped in mock panic. “Wait—no—Suho—”

“Come here, you menace.”

She shrieked and tried to scramble off the bed, but he was faster. He lunged, catching her around the waist, dragging her down onto the mattress as they both tumbled into a heap of limbs and laughter.

“Apologize!” he demanded through giggles, pinning her wrists above her head with both hands.

“NEVER!” she gasped, breathless with laughter. “You were so ready for that kiss!”

“I swear—! You’re asking for it!”

“What’re you gonna do, Suho? Kiss me for real?”

He paused.

And she froze.

The room went still again, breath caught in both their throats.

They were nose to nose now, chests rising and falling against each other, his hands still loosely holding her wrists against the sheets. Her hair fanned out beneath her, eyes wide but soft, cheeks flushed from laughing. His gaze dropped to her lips — again — and this time, she noticed.

Neither of them moved. Or maybe they did, just barely.

Suho swallowed. “...Don’t tempt me.”

Her breath hitched. “What if I want to?”

That cracked something wide open in him.

He didn’t kiss her, not right away. He just stared — like she was the only real thing in the world. His grip softened, fingers threading between hers. His forehead pressed to hers again.

Then, gently, carefully — he kissed her.

And this time, neither of them pulled away.

Her lips moved against his like she’d been waiting to do this forever. Slow, soft, unsure at first — like they were both still testing the shape of this new thing between them. But it didn’t stay careful for long.

Because the second he tilted his head and kissed her again — deeper this time — something in her melted. Her hands slipped from his grip and slid up into his hair, fingers threading through the strands at the nape of his neck. Suho groaned, low and barely-there, like the sound slipped out before he could catch it.

She kissed him back, hungry now, matching the rhythm he set — teasing and breathless, pulling him closer with every press of her mouth. And god, he followed. Chest pressed to hers, one hand cupping her jaw while the other anchored itself beside her on the bed, keeping him steady.

Their legs tangled. The fan kept humming in the background, but it may as well have been miles away. All he could hear was the rush in his ears, the soft little sighs she made when his lips slid just barely down to the corner of her mouth — then to her jaw — then back up again.

“Suho,” she whispered between kisses, and his name never sounded like that before — like something tender and necessary.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice husky and frayed, brushing his lips along her bottom lip, just to feel her chase the contact again.

“You’re... really good at this.”

He huffed a quiet laugh against her mouth. “You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

“Rude.”

She smiled into the kiss, and he felt it — all the warmth, all the emotion, all the years of teasing and slow-building feelings that never had a place to land. Until now.

Until this.

He pulled back just a little, hovering over her with his heart thudding loud in his ears. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, hair a mess against his pillow — and she was looking at him like he’d just given her the moon.

Suho bit back a grin. “Still think I’m a baby bird?”

She smirked. “No. Now I think you’re kind of a menace.”

“I learned from the best.”

And before she could sass him back, he leaned in again, stealing another kiss — messier this time, their noses bumping, hands sliding over warm skin and fabric.

The world blurred at the edges. Time folded in on itself. The game still ran in the background — some bright little pixelated character dancing across the screen — but neither of them remembered it was even there.

It was just them.

Soft mouths and short breaths. Her fingers curling in the hem of his shirt. His palm warm and splayed across her waist. The low, unsteady laugh that left her when he kissed just below her ear.

He pressed his forehead to hers again, barely holding back the grin that kept threatening to spread.

“Okay,” he whispered. “So maybe I was puckering earlier.”

She laughed, eyes bright. “Knew it.”

“And maybe,” he added, kissing the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

And then he lunged forward and wrapped her in the tightest hug.

“Suho!” she laughed, squealing as he squeezed her like he was never letting go.

“I’m sorry. I think I have a medical condition called cuteness overload,” he groaned dramatically, burying his face in her shoulder. “You’re too adorable. I’m gonna die.”

“Stop—you're crushing me!”

“No, never. This is how I go. Death by softness. Death by best friend turned crush turned love of my life—”

“SUHO.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her again, nose scrunching from how hard he was grinning.

“I really, really like you,” he said.

She giggled, heart fluttering like a leaf in the wind. “I really, really like you too.”

Suho kept sneaking kisses to her forehead. Her shoulder. The tip of her nose. Like he couldn’t help it.

Every time she laughed, he’d grin so wide it looked like it hurt.

And when the sunlight finally dipped low enough to paint the whole room in warm amber, she sighed into his chest and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

Suho tilted his head, voice soft. “Then let’s stay like this. For as long as we want.”

And in that moment — tangled in old memories, new feelings, and a thousand unspoken promises — it really did feel like forever had already begun.

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Let's gooo!! I finally wrote Suho! And istg this is the cutest thing!!

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[l5byrinth]

Steal the ball, not my heart!

pairings — k-drama! go hyuntak (gotak) x short! gn! reader

synopsis — you usually just watch them play, but suddenly you’re a part of their two-versus-two basketball game with your crush, go hyuntak playing against you.

warnings — minimal swearing

genre — fluff, shy bbs, the eunjang squad (except for gotak ofc) knows what’s up ;)

word count — 1.4k+ words

note: i was once in this situation with a guy i used to like a few months back, it felt like a y/n n kdrama moment fr :00 and i am super fortunate that hyuntak also loves basketball JQNSKANBJE. so i decided, why not make it to a fic with one of my favorite characters?! not proofread TT but here it is, enjoyy, loves! 💛

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You were never really the athletic type.

Yeah, you could run a few miles, throw a punch when you want to fight back, hell, you can even do a cartwheel if you genuinely tried.

But you much preferred watching at the sidelines—cheering and celebrating instead of being in the court.

And that is what you’re doing right now, acting like a cheerleader for your friends as they play basketball at the school court.

You giggled at Sieun, who was fighting for his life trying to shoot the ball just for it to bounce off the rim of the hoop. He looked utterly lost when the three other boys shared a laugh with you, at the same time teasing him.

“Nobody blocked. You threw an air ball!” Baku exclaimed in between laughs.

“Sieun, it’s okay! I’m sure you can calculate the next one.” You encouraged him cheekily. Sieun gave you a look of disappointment before he walked over to you.

“I already told them I don’t play. They’re so annoying.” He mumbled and sat down near you, accepting the bottle of water you were offering him. “Don’t mind them, they just enjoy teasing you.” You responded while Baku went up to you both.

“Okay, okay! Substitute.” Baku quickly said, making a change player gesture that a referee would do. “(Name)! You’ll be my teammate.” He boasted, looking at you with a big grin.

He knew what you were going to say next.

“Oh hell no, Baku!” — called it.

Baku waved it off, grabbing your hand, “C’mon! You know how to play, just grab and shoot!” He whined when you attempted to get out of his grip.

News flash: it didn’t work. It felt like you were getting sucked into a black hole.

“Correction: I watch you that’s why I know how. I can’t even throw that high!” You reasoned while he still dragged you towards the court. But you were stubborn.

And you had two reasons.

First is that you’ve never played basketball in your entire life.

Second of all, you can possibly and most likely would embarrass yourself in front of your year-long crush: Go Hyuntak.

You fear you’d transfer to another school if he ever sees you trip over your own feet or throw the ball accidentally at your teammate’s head.

No, nevermind. You would probably move to the other side of the world. Yeah, that’s better. Were you overreacting? Yes, you were.

While you and Baku bickered back and forth, Gotak’s voice caught your attention, locking eyes with him.

“Just for one game?” Gotak asked softly, his eyes hopeful.

You stopped moving and contemplated, biting the inner part of your cheek.

Ugh, curse those damn eyes.

“Okay, fine. But don’t expect me to be good, alright?” You sighed as Baku yelled out a victory cry, screaming, “Good job, Gotak!”

You rolled your eyes at the loud basketball captain, unable to notice the beaming smile Gotak had on while he looked at you.

Soon, your silly basketball game started—it was you and Baku against Gotak and Juntae.

For the most part, it was just Gotak and Baku showing off their skills to one another while Juntae kept getting points, you on the other hand, just kept following the ball and passing it to your teammate (you seriously avoided to hold it longer).

Then, Baku called for you, giving you the chance to shoot when he bounced the ball towards you. You laughed, deciding to give it a try, dribbling the ball to make it count.

Just as you were about to raise your arms, a tall figure stood in front of you, blocking your way. “Oi, Gotak! Let them shoot!” Baku told him.

Gotak grinned at you and placed his hands on his knees, leaning closer to you, “What are you going to do about it?” He teased. He knew you were going to complain about his height. It was adorable watching you pout. “No fair, Gotak!”

Suddenly, an idea popped in your mind.

And you were willing to try it.

“Baku, catch!” You quickly say, throwing it back to the said player behind you and immediately turning around to face a surprised Gotak.

You smirked and placed your hands on his eyes, blocking his line of sight as he tried to look over you. You giggled as you did so, watching the ball smoothly fall into the ring.

“Woo! Well played, (Name)!” Baku celebrated then pointed at you, “Keep doing that. It’s working.” He winks at you while you snorted.

You realized that your hands were still on Gotak’s face when you felt the light touches of his fingertips on your hands.

You gasp quietly and retracted your hands almost a bit too fast, feeling the heat come up to your face when you looked at him, “That’s cheating.” He stated in an amused tone, standing up properly.

The first thing you did was stick your tongue out, “No, I’m not!” You defended, “It’s the only way we’re gonna win.”

Gotak couldn’t resist putting a hand on your head, ruffling your hair slightly, “I’m not going to lose to you.” He said with a lighthearted smile.

You two stared for a moment, but got cut off when Juntae commented, “Hey, my teammate is distracted!” The boy in glasses cackled when you and Gotak looked away with red cheeks.

So the game continued—with you and Baku gaining a 4-point lead because you were determined to preoccupy Gotak by continuously keeping his eyes covered.

He just let you, moving closer and closer to you so you can reach his face.

When you had the ball in your hands, ready to shoot, Gotak appeared in front of you again with a daring smile. Instead of backing down, you grinned at him and jumped lightly to throw it over his head.

You couldn’t even tell if the ball went in because you had thrown yourself off balance—you held Gotak’s shoulders tightly as his hands moved to your waist to keep you from falling.

If you knew you sucked even at jumping, then you could’ve started exercising a bit more, you thought deeply.

However you realize how close you and Gotak were, he asked if you were okay as you removed yourself from his arms. Bummer.

“Yeah, yep, no worries.” You responded calmly, but deep down, no, you weren’t calm.

You were actually squealing and kicking your feet.

The sound of your name made you look at Baku, who was running over to you to give you a high-five. “We won, (Name). We won!” The two of you jumped around like kids that won free candy.

“And because of that, Gotakie will buy us drinks!” Baku declared confidently.

Gotak smacked him at the back of his head. “You idiot, I didn’t say anything.” He intervened.

You watched them, happy and contented. You thought you’d never get to experience playing a sport. But with them? You know you had thought wrong. You enjoyed it.

Gotak noticed and nudged you, tilting his head. He looked handsome doing it, it was your favorite habit that he would do.

“What’s wrong?” Gotak asked, moving beside you. You shook your head and looked up at him.

“Nothing, just happy.” You smiled at him warmly, “Thank you for telling me to join you guys.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach, ears going red. He never saw you smile like that. It was something he immediately kept in mind—he wanted to see that more often.

In a flustered state, he meekly responded, “It’s nothing—anything for you.” He rambled out, scratching the back of his neck.

“Lovebirds, are we getting those drinks or nah?” Baku shouted, you two jumped and saw them already at the stairs. Sieun tried to hide a small smile while Juntae kept giggling at the both of you.

“Shut up, you monkey!” Gotak yelled back, clearing his throat as he gestured you to walk first, following you when you did.

When Baku saw you already close, he wrapped an arm around you, a serious look on his face. You were about to question it but he beat you to talking, whispering in your ear. “Juntae took pictures of you and your boyfriend. Don’t worry, I told him to send it to you right away.”

He grinned while you smacked him, “You little—he’s not my—“

“You’ll thank me one day~” Baku said in a singsong voice, letting you go before you smack him again.

You swore you almost did message Baku when Juntae sent you six pictures of you and Gotak that night.

You secretly put your favorite one on a private folder.

The next day, you choked on your drink the moment you saw that same picture on Gotak’s lock screen.

Oh dear.

[l5byrinth]

literally ANYTHING ABOUT BAEKJIN THAT ISNT NSFW 💝

A/N: Guysss ngl when I first saw Baek-jin in the show I said he was chopped🥀🥀

Title: Timeless Tutor

Pairings: Na Baek-jin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Ummm fight scene, mentions of blood, idk what else

You weren’t failing. Not really.

You just weren’t passing.

And apparently, that was enough for your homeroom teacher to assign you a tutor. A volunteer tutor.

"Na Baek-jin," the teacher had said, tapping his name onto the printed list of top scorers. "He doesn’t talk much, but he’s ranked high. You’ll meet after school in the library. Tuesdays and Thursdays."

You weren’t thrilled. He wasn’t either.

The first tutoring session was cold in contrast to the growing heat outside. Baek-jin didn’t even look up from the math book between you. “You should’ve figured out linear functions in middle school.”

You blinked. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to go back in time and fix that.” He glanced up, one brow raised like you’d spoken out of turn in church. He had sharp eyes, cold and unreadable—but there was something restrained behind them, like a blade always half-drawn.

Still, you didn’t like being spoken down to. “I’m not stupid,” you muttered. “Just bad at numbers."

His pencil paused. “Same thing.” You exhaled slowly. Okay. So he was going to be that  kind of tutor.

But as the weeks went on, something strange happened. He kept showing up. He never bailed. And although his tone never softened, he explained things over and over again when you didn’t understand—never mocking, just persistent.

And you? You started to learn. But even more confusingly, you started to notice him.

The way his voice was quieter when talking through solutions. The small furrow between his brows when he concentrated. The fact that he never checked his phone. Never yawned. Never looked bored.

Na Baek-jin was sharp, distant, and mysterious—but he was focused. In control. He was always watching the world like it could betray him at any second.

So you began staying a little longer after each session. Making small jokes. Asking things unrelated to math. Trying, slowly, to push past the wall. Sometimes, he gave you nothing. But other times, you swore you saw it—a flicker of something beneath the surface.

“Why do you even bother tutoring?” you asked one Thursday after school. The library was empty, golden light pouring through the windows.

Baek-jin didn’t look up. “They said I had to volunteer for something.”

“And you picked this?” You questioned.

“I didn’t pick you.”

You let out a soft, tired laugh, but not offended. “Yeah. You just got stuck with me.”

His pencil scratched across the paper. “You’re not the worst.”

You blinked. He said it so plainly, like it didn’t matter—but you knew it did. “Thanks, Baek-jin,” you said, and his name rolled off your tongue easier now. “That’s practically a love letter coming from you.”

He paused. “Don’t say things like that.”

Your smile faded a little. “Why not?”

“Because you don’t mean them.”

“I could,” you said quietly. His eyes finally met yours. And for a moment, the silence between you felt charged. Dangerous.

But Baek-jin looked away, jaw clenched. “This isn’t that kind of thing.” You didn’t ask what kind of thing he meant.

But your heart hurt anyway.

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You didn’t know people had been watching you.

You weren’t close to the center of the fights, not like Si-eun or Hyo-man or the rest of the violence-soaked names that hung over Eunjang’s walls like ghosts. You were just a girl with average grades who stayed too late at the library.

But one night, that was all it took. You left tutoring after dark. Baek-jin had left earlier, silent and unreadable as always. You lingered, packing up slowly. When you stepped outside, you felt it before you saw it—like the air was suddenly thinner. Two guys leaned against the wall near the gates. Older. Not from your class.

“Hey,” one of them said. “You’re Baek-jin’s little student, right?”

You froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They grinned.

“Wow, she really is as slutty as they said she was.” One of them said to the other.

You wore a plain white shirt that suddenly felt too tight, and a pair of denim shorts that felt too short. You tried to back away—but one of them grabbed your wrist.

You pulled your hand with all your strength, but he let go, your body falling to the concrete. You landed with a gasp, and his foot stepped on your hand. You cried out from the pain, pleading with him to stop.

That’s when it happened.

You didn’t hear Baek-jin approach—Didn't see him come running—but in one instant, the guy’s foot was ripped from where it was placed—and the next, Baek-jin had slammed his fist into the first one’s jaw.

The sound was sickening. The second guy lunged, and Baek-jin didn’t hesitate—he struck, blocked, elbowed, moved like he wasn’t thinking—just reacting. You'd never seen him like this. Not just cold, but furious.

By the time it was over, both of them were on the ground, groaning. Baek-jin stood over them, chest heaving, knuckles red. Then he turned to you.

“You’re bleeding.”

You blinked, and sure enough—your palm was scraped from falling. You hadn’t even noticed, but he had.

Baek-jin stepped closer, hand twitching like he wanted to reach out—but didn’t. “Why the hell didn’t you call anyone?”

“I didn’t think—”

“You never think.”

You flinched, and he froze. “I didn’t mean—” he said, then stopped. Looked away. Swore under his breath. “Damn it.”

“Why did you come back?” you asked quietly. “I thought you left.”

He hesitated. “I was still downstairs. I saw them follow you.” He didn’t say more. He didn’t have to. He’d stayed behind.

That night, you didn’t go home. You ended up on the rooftop of the school—wrapped in your jacket, staring at the stars.

Baek-jin sat beside you. Silent. Your hand was bandaged, courtesy of the school nurse. Your heart still hurt worse. You didn’t talk for a while.

Then, softly, you said, “You didn’t have to save me.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

His jaw tensed. “Because if I didn’t...” He trailed off.

You turned to him. “Say it.”

“No.”

“Baek-jin—”

“Don’t push me.” He said firmly, tone almost breaking you.

“Why not? You’re allowed to feel things.”

“I’m not,” he snapped. Then, quieter: “Not for you.”

The silence that followed was louder than any shouting. You swallowed. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t protect people.”

You stared. “You just did.”

He shook his head. “I wasn’t fast enough. You still got hurt. If I let myself care—if I let you matter—then it’s just one more weakness someone can use.” Your chest ached.

“That’s not weakness,” you whispered. “That’s being human. He turned his face away, jaw clenched so hard it looked painful.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said finally.

It was the smallest whisper. But it shattered everything. Your breath caught. You reached out—slowly—and rested your hand on top of his, bandaged fingers and all.

“I’m not yours to lose,” you said.

Baek-jin didn’t move.

Then, slowly, carefully... he turned his hand over and held yours back.

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The next day, he didn’t talk much. He walked you home, stood a little too close, didn’t say what he felt—not out loud.

But he didn’t have to.

Not when he watched you like you were the only thing in the room.

Not when he showed up outside your class for no reason.

Not when he said, “Come study,” but it meant, “Stay with me.”

Not when you touched his arm and he didn’t pull away.

Na Baek-jin wasn’t good at words—at people, or at love—but he was trying.

And for now, that would be enough.

A/N: Guysss is this good??

[l5byrinth]

Drive me home

pairing — k-drama! ahn suho x gn! reader

synopsis — you inform him everyday of the school’s meal plan and he takes you home as his form of payment. it becomes a routine and now.. well now everyone thinks you’re dating.

warnings — none. includes suho’s first scene and him being an oblivious fool

genre — fluff, confused feelings, love confession w a kiss

word count — 2.7k+ words

note: hi everyone! it’s my first time posting :) i read a lot of whc fics on tumblr but always see less stories of suho, so i decided to make one for the people that look for him. i’m not much of a writer so i apologize for any mistakes. enjoy loves! 💛

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“Hey, (Name). What’s for lunch?”

A voice called out from behind you, not paying any mind that you were obviously busy with writing notes. You decided to ignore it the first time since you were so engrossed in your work, but boy was he pushy.

Due to your lack in response, he bumped the toe of his shoe at the back of your chair—it wasn’t hard but it was enough for you to pause and look at him with furrowed brows. “What, Suho?” You grumbled, locking your eyes on his face.

“What’s for lunch?” Suho repeated as he slowly fixed his posture after laying down on his desk for so long, grunting when he stretched his arms out. “Ah, I’m hungry.” He said with a yawn.

You thought for a moment, trying to remember today’s meal while he silently waited for your answer, looking at you like he was memorizing the look on your face.

“Um, I think it’s seaweed rice balls and tofu stew.” You answered back, you can almost feel yourself salivating at the thought of food but you saw how Suho lit up at the mention of it, nodding as he did so.

“Nice. Sit with me at lunch?” He asked, leaning his head on his palm with a hopeful expression, smiling when you hummed in agreement before he looked elsewhere.

You continued to stare at him though. Creases formed on his uniform, his red shirt underneath giving you an eyesore if you stared at it for too long and his messy bangs that you constantly want to fix.

And his face—you noticed a few cuts and past bruises from all the fights he had, cheeks puffed up, jaw defined like the Gods took their time sculpting it to perfection, and his soft lips that looked like it needed a kiss—

Wait. What?

You felt the blood rushing in your face, coughing as you tried to focus on your notes rather than the boy behind you. What were you even thinking?

Honestly, you don’t even know how you ended up in this predicament.

You just knew it all started when that stupid baseball team barged in your classroom.

—

“Which one of you is Ahn Suho?” The seemingly captain of the baseball team's voice echoed, and by the looks of it.. He was pissed, like really pissed.

Everyone looked at the back of the room as fingers were pointed towards the sleeping male. Almost all of them expected you to do something because you were the closest to him.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat, deciding to poke his arm, “Suho..” You whispered, but he didn’t budge, still snoring like there weren’t six people waiting to beat him up.

You tried a few more times, calling his name louder and shaking his arm. When Suho finally came to his senses, he removed his hands from his pink pillow and wiped his eyes, “What’s up? Is it lunchtime already?” He mumbled, then the guy in front cut him off.

They went back and forth about a girl named Na-eun and Suho blandly responded that he wasn’t interested in her. Then, he soon faced you again, “Hey, what’s for lunch today?” He asked.

You gaped at him, flabbergasted with a look that says: ‘You’re about to get your ass beaten and you’re still asking what’s for lunch?’ Nonetheless, you responded despite the angry baseball team near you. “Oh.. Jaeyuk..”

Suho smiled a little, “That sounds good. Protein is good.” You could only nod at him, glancing at his enemies that walked closer to the both of you.

“Thanks, I owe you.” He said just as you move away from the bat swung at him.

That was the weirdest interaction of the day.

That same day after classes ended, Suho stood outside the school, leaned up against his motorcycle. He didn’t have a reason to stay there actually. But he wanted to because he was waiting for you.

“Hey! (Name), right?” Suho waved when you were coming down the ramp, your bag hanging on your shoulder. You halted your pace and looked around as if to make sure it was you he was talking to.

There was little to no students around and you still pointed to yourself, unsure. “Uh.. Are you talking to me?”

Suho let out a smile and you watched as he opened the buckles of his helmet, “Yeah, you’re the only (Name) I know.” He replied like it was the most obvious answer.

You blinked, and made your way to him. “Why? Is there something wrong?” You asked, tilting your head when he shook his head no.

“I owe you, remember? I’ll take you home, think of it as my payment.” Suho smiled at you again, leaving you no room to refuse and took your bag, bringing it inside his motor top box instead.

“What? It’s fine, I was only telling you our lunch—hey!” He stopped you from talking further by putting his helmet on your head, carefully brushing out your hair so it wouldn’t get in your face.

You blushed in surprise at your close proximity. Seeing how concentrated he was in fixing your hair, you couldn’t say anything else.

“Alright, all done.” He says, putting the shield down before he sat on his motorcycle, turning it on. “Come on, which way do we go?” He looked up at you expectantly, acting as if he didn’t just do such romantic gestures.

You stuttered for a few seconds then sighed in defeat, “Unbelievable.” You say and moved to sit behind him, using his shoulders as support.

—

A month already passed by, yet he never stopped bringing you home. It was starting to become a routine for the both of you and it didn’t even occur to you that you've become close.

That was until your friend called you over at lunchtime when you were about to go to Suho’s table, where Sieun and Beomseok also sat.

“(Nameeee), you’ve been neglecting us.” She pouted, pointing her chopsticks to the trio. “You’re always with them!”

You snickered, “No I’m not, we just hang out a lot.”

She rose an eyebrow, “What about Suho then? You two are inseparable," She teased, “I've heard everyone say you guys are dating.”

You widen your eyes, quickly denying the accusation, “What? We’re not, he just..“ You pursed your lips. “Hold on a sec. What do you mean everyone?”

“You don’t know?” She exclaimed in surprise, then laughed. “People have been saying you’ve been together for a while. And how he drives you home everyday from school. It’s kinda obvious.” She told you, but you processed the information like an old computer — slow and buffering.

“..but we’re just friends. Suho doesn’t like me.” You finally muttered out, a recognizable blush creeping up on your cheeks.

“Well.. I think you certainly do.” Your friend winked at you, ushering you to go back to them.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t deny it.

And you kind of hate that you couldn’t.

You stopped functioning properly minutes later.

You sat down without a word beside Suho, who was busy feeding himself, then glanced at you when he spotted your stillness. “Why? Someone say something to you?” He says incoherently with food in his mouth.

“Could you swallow your food before you talk?” Sieun questioned lowly, disgusted by Suho’s actions while Beomseok laughed at the two.

You chuckled as a way to keep yourself from freaking out, “Eat, Suho. You might choke.”

He didn’t listen though, “Tell me if someone’s bothering you, okay? I got your back.” He spoke lightly, giving a thumbs up before turning to his tray again.

You slowly lift your lips into a soft smile.

“Suho, why do you still take me home?” You asked while he was placing the helmet on your head. He always insists to do it himself—says it’s to make sure it’s secured. (It always is, he just wants to tend for you) However, you can feel his breath near your lips every time and he acts like it never happened.

It drives you nuts.

Suho answered, “You always tell me what lunch is.”

You rolled your eyes, “Is it really just that?” You mumbled quietly in disappointment, slightly hoping you had heard something more than that.

“What was that?” He squint his eyes at you in question, focusing on how your lips turned to a small pout, your eyes slightly glossy from the wind, and your cheeks squished from the helmet. “Forget it.” You voiced, crossing your arms as you looked away, unaware of the attention you were getting.

God, you were so pretty, Suho thought. He wondered if you knew.

Suho stared at you longer, wishing he could say something. He really wanted to. Instead, he cleared his throat, nodding to himself. ‘Maybe next time.’ He told himself.

You avoided interacting as much with Suho the next day. And the day after that, and then another...

But you honestly don’t know if he got the memo.

He still taps your shoulder when he asks for lunch, still messages you with his dumb stickers that often makes you laugh, still runs with you at the field even though he was always the first to finish, still talks to you as if you aren't ignoring him completely.

The worst part? He still waits for you outside school, with the same old lip smile and that damn red helmet he puts on you, always as gentle and careful just so you can be comfortable.

It's making you crazy, you wanted Suho to stop so you can put an end to your blooming feelings. But you don't know how despite the several "what are we's" you ask yourself.

Because at the same time, you loved it.

You loved how he memorized your favorite duet so he can sing it at the karaoke place with you, how he knew not to bother you when you're studying because you easily forget important terms and definitions, how he picked you up from your house in the middle of the night just because you messaged a simple "im hungry :(" and brought you to a night market to eat. So you let him became a part of your routine, without even noticing that he openly let you be a part of his.

Suho never once pushed you away—he pretends not to look for you but smiles and waves when he sees you first in the crowd and he glares at someone when they talk behind your back, taunting them with a look that strongly speaks volume.

He was there, protecting you silently and steadfastly.

On a random Tuesday when classes ended, you cursed at yourself for forgetting your math notebook in your locker. You had a test coming up and you desperately needed it back.

Hence, here you were in front of your homeroom.

Just as you were about to slide the door open. You overhear someone and stopped yourself from moving further when you realize the familiarity of Beomseok's voice.

"Hey, Suho. What do you think of (Name)? You're really close with them." There was a tone in his voice that tells you he was curious. But you were surprised that Suho was still there. You assumed he left already because he told the group he was going to work earlier.

Now you were invested.

"(Name)? Ah, they're a pretty good friend." Suho shared, ending the conversation rather quickly like it was nothing.

Their voices were muffled after that. Friend? Is that what he just thinks of you? Nothing more?

Just a pretty good friend?

Lost in thought, you forgot you were in front of the door and had no time to react when it opened wide.

There he was, in all his glory. The boy who occupied all the thoughts in your mind.

Ahn Suho.

His body jumped a bit when he saw you. Scanning you before he widened his eyes, "(Name)."

He was about to open his mouth once more before you walked back to where you came from, unable to face him anymore.

Or anyone at the matter.

He yelled out your name as you walked faster. You just wanted to get home as fast as possible. And probably cry your eyes out while you're at it too.

You weren't aware that you even made it out of the school, seeing a glimpse of a familiar motorcycle near the school entrance before you were pulled beside it by a hand firmly on your forearm.

"(Name)!" Suho's voice made you snap out of it, a bit breathless from running after you.

"What, Suho? What is it?" You demanded angrily, forcing your arm away from him and tried to look less vulnerable in the sight of him.

But he saw through you too easily, seeing the way you shut your walls around him.

"I was waiting for you."

You looked up to him sharply, feeling your throat closing in on you. "You have to be joking right?" You asked in disbelief, "You have no right to say that. We're just friends after all." You added, your hands were trembling out of frustration.

Suho furrowed his eyebrows, "(Name), what do you mean?"

"Oh my God. Suho, are you really that dense?" You tried again, wishing he would finally understand why you were acting like this.

He looked at you like he was trying hard to grasp the situation. But you continued.

"I like you! And I can't keep acting like what you're doing means nothing to me—because it does. Everything you do matters to me!" You ranted, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Suho didn't reply, he just slowly walked closer to you, and you let him.

His hands, that stayed mostly in his pockets, placed themselves on your cheeks, he felt warm as you were right now after confessing to him. You waited for him to say something, anything, so you wouldn't hear your heart beating so loudly.

"You're not a friend." He calmly stated, his voice wavering slightly as if he was finding words to glue together.

You gave him a look, "Then what am I to you?" You whisper, attempting to shy away from his deep gaze.

Suho tilted his head closer to yours, feeling each other's warm breath before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours.

It felt like you melted, your hands clutched his jacket for dear life as one of his hands smoothly settled behind the back of your neck, the other on your hip, deepening the kiss.

Maybe that was your answer.

That he has always thought of you more than just a friend, he simply didn’t know how to say it. He just waited for the right time.

When you both pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, "You're gonna be mine." He says confidently, moving his head back when you laughed.

He knew that sound was going to be his favorite.

You nodded with a smile, "Good. Because I like that better."

“Let me drive you home?” Suho asked, but he didn’t have to ask, you knew he was already getting his helmet from his motor top box.

“You ask that to anyone else?” You teased, but you let out a small sound when he quickly pressed his lips on you again and plopped the helmet on you.

“Just you.”

—

“Woah, the tofu’s so soft. (Name), try this.” Suho commented beside you, bringing up a spoonful to your lips—you rolled your eyes at his antics, but opened your mouth anyway, tasting the perfect blend of saltiness and bean-like flavor of the silky tofu.

You hummed, “It is. I like it.”

Suho looked like a puppy, beaming in pride and ate more, not forgetting to put some on your plate. However, you see the students around you take a glance at your table that made you sigh and shake your head.

Sure, people looked at you and Suho still, whispering amongst themselves but you couldn’t care less. Since now you can’t even deny the dating rumors when you have your hand intertwined with his.

And it was more than okay for the both of you.

[l5byrinth]

❝ almost, always ❞

paring : yeon si-eun (weak hero) × gn!reader

genre : fluff, mild angst/hurt-comfort, emotional miscommunication, slow burn

warnings : mentions of emotional exhaustion/burn out, emotional whiplash but make it quiet and poetic, excessive eye contact with a emotionally constipated boy, 9/10 confession (where's the last 1, no one knows)

synopsis : Two people, both quiet in different ways, six missed chances, one almost-confession—and a love that grows in the silence between what’s said and what’s meant.

joy speaks : hi, and welcome to my first fic <3 genuinely hope you like it. don't be a silent reader!

1. The first time you met Si-eun, you were stealing Baku's snack and threatening to bite Gotak. Not seriously, of course, but with the kind of conviction that only came from a lack of shame and too little sleep.

Your mouth still tasted like instant noodles and regret. Your hair was a chaos theory. Your hoodie?—stolen from Baku, smelled faintly of laundry detergent and sweat, like a boy who lived his life in motion and never washed anything properly and also had a giant yellow pikachu on the front.

You didn't notice him at first.

No, at first you were too busy lying on the classroom floor, narrating your slow descent into madness because Gotak had, in your words, 'emotionally betrayed you' by siding with Baku over what was clearly your bag of chips. Baku, naturally, just sat on your back and told you to accept death with dignity.

Then you saw a pair of shoes. Clean, white, very still. Not fidgety like Gotak's or scuffed like Humin's.

You tilted your head up, squinting from the floor like a raccoon caught under fluorescent light, and there he was.

Expression unreadable. Face sharp in that quiet way—like something drawn in pencil and not yet colored in. Si-eun. Yeon Si-eun. You knew his name only because Gotak had once whispered it like he was talking about a ghost who might hear him.

He didn’t say anything. Just looked down at the mess on the floor, you, mostly, and blinked.

You, still on your stomach, gave a small wave.

"Hey. I swear I'm not usually like this."

He didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch of the mouth. But you swore later, swore, that his eyes lingered for half a second too long. Like he was trying to decide whether to ignore you or classify you as some new species.

Maybe both.

That was the first time. You didn’t know yet that it would become a pattern—him appearing silently, you saying something ridiculous, the two of you orbiting each other like mismatched planets with slightly wrong gravity.

But in that moment, on the floor of a classroom you barely stayed awake in, with Baku sitting on your back and Gotak looking vaguely concerned for everyone’s sanity—

—you thought, 'huh'

He’s kind of cute when he looks confused.

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2. You didn't expect to see him again. Not so soon, not without the buffer of Baku's laughter or Gotak's nervous commentary or the chaos of you being your usual, spiraling self. But there he was, outside the convenience store, earphones in, staring at the gum rack like it had personally offended him.

You stopped short. He didn't look up.

And for reasons you couldn’t explain even under emotional duress, you didn't keep walking. You hovered.

Like an idiot.

"Didn't peg you for a mint guy," you said finally, voice casual, like you hadn’t just debated crossing the street to avoid standing next to him and his inexplicably intense aura.

He looked up, slow. Blank expression unreadable. Those same pencil drawn beautiful eyes.

Then, flatly, "I'm not."

You blinked. Looked at the gum in his hand. "You've been holding that for like three minutes."

"I was spacing out."

"Oh."

Beat.

You nodded, like that explained the universe, and turned to grab a bottle of water. Behind you, you could feel his silence — not heavy, just… neutral. Like air that hadn’t decided if it was humid or cold.

"I wasn't following you, by the way," you added without being prompted, twisting the bottle cap as you rejoined him at the register. "In case your survival instincts kicked in."

Another pause. He looked at you.

"I didn't think you were."

You laughed — too loud, too fast — and instantly regretted it. "Right. Cool. Great. Just clearing that up, y'know, for the record."

"I don’t think about you that much."

And there it was.

You froze mid-step, plastic bottle crinkling in your hand. A second too slow, your brain tried to patch the damage: he didn't mean it like that. Probably. Hopefully?

"Oh," you said, smile cracking just slightly. "No offense taken. I also don't, like, catalogue your whereabouts or anything. That would be psychotic."

He gave you a look, like he was either very confused or wondering if you were having a stroke.

You both stood there, the cashier watching, deeply done with both your energies.

Si-eun finally paid for his gum. That he definitely didn’t want.

And you stood holding a bottle of water and the first bruise of misunderstanding, shaped like a boy who said things without malice but still managed to dig a little too deep.

Later that night, Baku asked why you were chewing mint gum with a dramatic sigh.

You told him it was an aesthetic choice. You didn't mention Si-eun. Not yet.

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3. It happened because Gotak's mom called.

Loudly. On speaker. In the middle of the table, right as he was halfway through explaining some physics concept that sounded like witchcraft. He panicked, unplugged his charger wrong, and blew the socket.

And just like that, the lights went out in Baku's room.

Chaos. Swearing. Baku tripping over a dumbbell. You, laughing until your ribs hurt. Gotak apologizing to the socket like it had feelings. Juntae being all flustered while trying to keep the others in check.

Eventually, they both left to 'buy snacks and air out their humiliation.' You were too tired to follow.

And Si-eun didn't leave.

He stayed sitting on the floor, back against Baku’s bed frame, eyes unreadable. You weren’t sure if he didn't move because he was comfortable or because inertia had claimed him.

You sat across from him, the silence sitting with you like a third presence. It wasn't uncomfortable. It just… was.

You cleared your throat. "You always this quiet?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Then: "Do you always talk this much?"

Your jaw dropped. "Are you saying I talk too much?"

"No," he said, and blinked, slowly, "I'm saying I wasn't aware human lungs could handle this level of dialogue per minute."

You gawked at him.

He didn’t look smug. Or mean. Just… factual. As if he were reading weather data.

You threw a pillow at his face.

He caught it with both hands, unimpressed.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," you muttered, curling into a cross-legged huff.

Silence again.

You should’ve let it drop. But something in you always needed to make sense of things. Of people.

"You don't like me, do you?" you asked.

He looked up at that. Not startled. Just puzzled.

"Why would you say that?"

You mentally snorted 'I wonder why."

"I don't know. The gum comment. The lungs comment. The general 'I'm enduring your presence like a particularly inconvenient fire drill' energy."

His brows furrowed slightly.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "I don’t dislike you."

"But you don't like me."

He looked at you for a moment too long.

"I don’t not like you."

It was the kind of answer that made your brain run into a wall. You opened your mouth. Closed it.

"…Wow," you said. "Poetry."

He frowned faintly, clearly confused why you sounded so sarcastic.

You didn't push it. But when Baku and Gotak returned and flopped dramatically into the room with ice cream and shame, you laughed louder than you meant to.

And you refused to meet Si-eun’s eyes for the rest of the night.

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4. You were wearing another hoodie.

Not Baku's this time — a different one. Slightly too big. Worn in the elbows. Charcoal gray with a weird bleach stain near the zipper. Not your usual look.

Si-eun noticed it immediately.

He didn't say anything, of course. He just stared.

You were too busy trying to untangle Gotak's wired earphones (how did they still exist?) while sitting on the cafeteria bench, ranting about something inconsequential — probably the school vending machine robbing you again. Baku was making jokes, as usual. Gotak laughed too loudly, as usual. Juntae was swinging his legs adorably like a child waiting for his mother to provide him with candy.

Then a boy walked past. Said your name. Smiled.

You looked up. "Oh—hey. Thanks again for the hoodie."

Si-eun's gaze didn't shift. He didn't ask. He didn't need to.

You caught it in the twitch of his fingers, the flick of his eyes, the way his entire body went very, very still.

Later, in the hallway, he stopped next to you. Not with you — next to. A detail you couldn’t unfeel.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he asked, tone flat.

You blinked. "Who?"

"The guy. With the hoodie. The one you smiled at like he invented oxygen."

You snorted. "No. He just lent me this when I spilled coffee on my shirt this morning."

He nodded. Slowly. You waited for a follow-up. It didn’t come.

Instead, he walked away with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched, that silent wall rising like it always did when he didn't understand what he was feeling.

You stared after him, eyebrows pulled together.

You weren't his. He wasn't yours.

But still, you wanted to yell down the hallway,

'I would tressure your hoodie, if you ever offered it.'

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5. It was raining the way it only rains in cities—sideways, rude, unforgiving. You hadn't meant to forget your umbrella. You were just late, and your brain had been full of other things. Like him. Like the hoodie thing. Like the way he hadn't spoken to you in two days. You were treading recklessly on the thin line between friends and strangers who know each other because of their mutual friends. No matter what you tried, attempted at, maybe to bring you both closer and not be strangers or just be his friend- he would always retract. Push you away with words or build walls around his heart that were too big and impossible not to notice.

You were soaked through by the time you reached the courtyard gate. Shoes squeaking, hair clinging to your face, hoodie (not his, not anyone's) weighing you down like a wet dog sweater.

Your heavy wet eyes widened at the sight before you.

Si-eun.

Standing under a small blue umbrella like the sky had personally chosen to leave him untouched.

You stopped. He didn't wave, or smile, or call out. Just lifted the umbrella a little higher.

You stared. Your heart twisted sideways.

"…Are you offering me that?" you asked, cautious.

"I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't."

You blinked. Walked over. Shoulders tense.

He didn't say anything. Just turned slightly, so the umbrella covered half of your body. His half was still mostly dry. You were dripping.

After a minute, you exhaled. "You didn’t have to wait."

"I know."

"…I thought you were mad at me."

"I'm not."

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."

"I do."

You were quiet.

Then you whispered it. Half a joke, half a plea:

"So this is... pity, huh?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you, eyes sharp and unreadable.

You couldn't hold the silence.

You stepped out from under the umbrella. "Forget it. I'm fine."

Rain hit your skin like needles. Cold. Fast. Real.

He didn't follow. You didn't look back. And by the time you got home, soaked to the bone and furious with yourself, it was too late to ask him what he really meant.

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6. It was late.

Too late to be in the library. Too late for the lights to still hum this way, for the floor to be cold against your knee pits as you sat between shelves with your hoodie bunched up beneath you like a failed pillow.

You weren't crying.

But you were close. That tight-throated silence. That wet weight behind the eyes that made everything feel distant. The kind of sad that didn"t have a name. The kind that didn't explode — just leaked.

He found you anyway.

You didn't ask how.

Si-eun stood there, backpack still on, hair a little rumpled, shirt collar tugged loose like he'd either run or paced in circles before finding you.

He didn’t ask what was wrong. He just sat beside you. Close, but not close enough to touch.

After a long, long moment, he said, low,

"I'm not good at this."

You blinked. "At what?"

"This. Talking. Reading people. Knowing the right thing to say."

You looked at him, sharp, surprised. His voice didn't waver, but it wasn't calm. It was something else — strained. Steady, but brittle at the edges.

He went on, "I don't realize when I'm being too blunt, or too distant. I've… ruined a lot of things that way."

You didn’t speak.

He stared at his hands.

"I used to think it didn’t matter. Not anymore. That being quiet kept things simple. But you—"

He stopped. Swallowed. "You confuse the hell out of me."

Your breath hitched.

"You talk like your words are racing to escape you. You say things I don’t know how to answer. You make me feel like I’m always three steps behind and—and I hate it."

The silence rang.

Then, quieter:

"But I hate it more when you're not around."

You didn't move.

You didn't say anything.

Your brain tripped over itself. Every version of you — the loud one, the jokey one, the brave one — went silent. And in that stretch of hesitation, Si-eun stood.

He didn't look at you.

"I shouldn't have said that," he murmured. "I knew it would come out wrong."

He walked away before you could tell him it didn't.

Later, lying in your bed, face buried in a damp hoodie, you whispered it,

'But it didn’t come out wrong at all.'

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6. It started with silence.

Not the usual kind — not Si-eun's quiet that felt full of thinking, full of weight. This was emptier. Distant. Clean, like someone had wiped the board.

He'd stopped showing up to group study sessions. Stopped responding to your messages. Left early from lunch. Didn't make eye contact in the hall.

You told yourself he was just busy. That midterms had fried his brain. That he'd drop a deadpan one-liner in your DMs any second now.

He didn't.

When you finally cornered Baku and asked what was going on, he just shrugged — unconvincingly.

And so, armed with indignation and mild sleep deprivation, you found Si-eun after school, outside the campus gates, hoodie up, hands in pockets, looking like a ghost of himself.

"You’re avoiding me," you said.

His eyes flicked up. Then away. "No, I'm not."

"You are." You laughed — humorless. "Jesus, Si-eun, at least lie with conviction."

He was quiet for a beat. He exhaled quietly, "I thought you might want space."

"From you?"

"You looked uncomfortable. Last time. When I said… all that."

You stared. Mouth open. Head buzzing.

"That’s why?" you whispered. “You thought I was uncomfortable?”

He didn’t meet your eyes. "You didn't say anything. So, I figured I'd made things weird."

You exhaled, slow. Almost a laugh. Almost a scream.

"You idiot," you said, soft.

He flinched — just slightly. Gazing up with his eyes, 'god damn his eyes, were they always this beautiful?'

You looked away before your voice could crack. "You didn't make it weird. I did. I didn't know what to say, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to say something."

He didn't answer.

The wind was cold. The sky was turning gray, like it couldn't make up its mind.

You looked at him again.

"You always do that," you said. "Assume how people feel and then act like it's confirmed data."

"It's easier than asking."

"Well, maybe next time, ask."

He looked at you then.

Like he heard you for the first time.

But still, he didn't move. And neither did you.

The moment passed like a train that didn't stop.

You both walked away feeling like you’d missed something important.

Because you had.

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1. It didn't happen at some climactic hour, in some big cinematic way.

There was no rainstorm this time, no bruised hallway lighting, no tension humming between the inches of silence.

Just a classroom. Late. Empty. Gold evening light spilling sideways through the windows, dust drifting in slow motion. The kind of warmth that didn't burn — just sat in your bones like an old memory.

You hadn't meant to fall asleep.

You'd only meant to rest your eyes. Just for a second. But the warmth got to you — the sunlight, the still air, the safety of a quiet room without anyone needing anything from you. You drifted.

When you opened your eyes again, Si-eun was there.

Sitting on a chair beside the desk. Back against the wall. Book in his lap. Head tilted slightly toward you.

Not watching. Just being.

Your first instinct was to speak. Crack a joke. Break the softness with your usual deflection.

But for once, you didn't. You just looked at him. Let the quiet stretch.

He closed the book.

"Bad dream?" he asked, voice like a whisper folded in linen.

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes. "Not really. Just... weird."

A pause.

"Felt like I was floating."

He nodded. Like he understood.

You sat up slowly, wincing a little at the crick in your neck.

He reached into his bag and passed you a water bottle without a word.

You took it. Sipped.

He didn't fill the silence. He didn't shrink from it either. Just sat there with you, like he had nowhere else to be, no one else to become in that moment.

And then—"Thank you," you said.

He looked at you, eyebrows lifting just slightly. "For what?"

"For... not leaving."

It came out so softly you weren't sure it even reached him.

But his eyes held yours, steady.

You took in his eyes, his eyes were a study in contradiction — sharp in thought, but soft in shape, always watching like they were learning you in real time. Slightly wide, dark, and quietly luminous, like they held whole libraries of things left unsaid. They didn’t flicker much when he spoke — they lingered, honest in a way his voice never quite managed.

And when he looked at you, really looked, it felt like standing barefoot in the middle of something sacred.

Like silence could be tender. Like you could finally stop explaining yourself. Those eyes didn’t ask for words. They just understood.

Then he added, not quickly, but like it had been waiting:

"I wasn't going to."

Nothing more. No sudden hand grabs, no confessions, no dizzying declarations. Just that.

For the first time, there was nothing to correct. Nothing to fix.

You both stayed there. In the gold-lit quiet. In the stillness that didn't ask for answers. Just presence.

And this time — finally — you both understood.

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2. It was dark by the time the rooftop emptied out.

The others had gone. Baku, Gotak, Juntae— loud footsteps, louder laughter, the crunch of snack wrappers left behind. The kind of after-school chaos that made everything feel alive. But now it was quiet. That dusky, hush-hour kind of quiet, where even the wind didn't bother to speak.

You stayed behind to clean up. He stayed behind for... something else.

Neither of you said it.

Si-eun was leaning against the railing, hood pulled halfway up, hair catching in the breeze. You were stacking drink cans into neat, metallic towers and pretending not to feel the weight of his gaze on your back.

"You always do that," he said.

You blinked. "Do what?"

"Stay behind. Fix things no one notices."

You smiled — crooked, tired. "Someone has to."

Silence again. Not heavy. Just full.

"I used to think I was fine alone," he said. Quiet. Almost to himself. "That being alone meant being safe. That silence meant control."

You straightened. Slowly.

He didn’t look at you. Just kept talking, eyes on the horizon where the sky bled orange into navy.

"But it’s not quiet when you're gone. It's louder. It’s—"

He cut himself off. Bit his lip. Exhaled sharp.

You waited.

"I don't know how to say it right," he admitted.

"You don’t have to."

"I want to," he said. "I—"

He turned then. Finally looked at you.

"I think about you. All the time. In the middle of things that don’t matter. Like math problems and weather reports and the noise in the hallway. You just show up. In my head."

Your throat tightened.

He stepped forward — one pace. No more.

"If you asked me what we are," he said, "I don't have the word. But I know what I want it to be."

You didn't breathe.

"-and if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. I'll try to not think of it" His voice cracked slightly, "But I don't want to keep pretending this is nothing."

You looked at him.

"I feel it too."

He smiled.

Actually smiled.

Not the polite curl of the corners of his lips he wore in passing, but the real one, the one that came slow and reluctant, like it wasn't used to being let out. It broke across his face like sunlight through fog, fleeting and precious, the kind of thing you only caught if you were paying attention.

Now that it happened, everything softened: the edges of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the guarded quiet in his eyes. It was a smile that felt like a secret, like you’d been trusted with something he didn’t give away easily. A quiet admission that, for a moment, he let himself feel joy — and let you see it.

And in that soft rooftop dark, with cans clinking quietly in your hands and the wind threading through your sleeves, you realized something simple:

There was no misunderstanding anymore.

There was just you.

And him.

And everything you hadn’t said — finally, beautifully heard.

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@mournaeve 2025, I don't allow translations or reposting of my work however reblogging is fine :)

[l5byrinth]

+ MUTUAL FRAUD

in which two teens fake being One Piece fans for each other, only to find out that they're terrible liars, and a little bit in love.

GO HYUN TAK X READER

fluff

The first time he saw her, she was standing outside Eunjang High’s gate, leaning against the brick wall, one leg propped up, lollipop tucked between her lips, earphones in as she scrolled through her phone—laughing every few seconds like the world existed only for her amusement.

It was like someone had hit pause on the world.

Everything dulled around her—except for the glow in his eyes.

Was this how love at first sight felt?

A fuzzy warmth in your chest?

A flutter in your stomach just by seeing someone exist?

“Gotak! Why’d you stop like that?” Baku’s voice slammed into him like a train, snapping Hyun Tak out of whatever daze he’d been drowning in.

He blinked. Jun Tae was already over there—talking to her. Si Eun nodded politely. Even Baku, with all his noise, was grinning wide.

But she—

She glanced up at the sound of his name.

“Coming!” Hyun Tak called, and when he jogged over with a sheepish smile tugging at his lips,

Her mouth parted slightly.

Just for a second, they looked at each other—just one second.

But it hit like a full minute of sun pouring through a window on a winter day.

She wasn't expecting much when Jun Tae texted her that morning.

"Swing by Eunjang, I'll return your book. Also, want you to meet the guys."

She hadn't planned much, she stopped by right after her school ended. A lazy lollipop to fight the summer heat and a playlist to kill time while she waited outside Eunjang High’s gate.

No big deal.

She’d meet a few boys, nod, smile politely, and go home.

That was the plan.

Until she looked up—and saw him.

Messy hair, broad shoulders, blue hoodie like he lived in it. He wasn’t doing anything special. Just standing a few feet away from Baku, blinking like someone had unplugged his brain.

But something about the way his eyes softened when he looked at her—like he wasn’t expecting to see the sun but got blinded anyway—

It made her pause.

She hadn’t even realized she stopped laughing at her phone until her mouth opened slightly, the lollipop practically falling out.

"Who... is that?"

He jogged over when Baku shouted something, hair bouncing slightly with each step.

And when he smiled—just a little, soft and almost shy—

Her heart did something very stupid.

It flipped.

Turned sideways.

Fluttered against her ribs like it was trying to climb out.

He looked at her just once. Just for a second.

And in that second, she felt it—

That dizzy, lightheaded, "oh no he's cute" moment that girls in dramas have before the intro song kicks in.

She quickly glanced away, forcing her lips to wrap back around the lollipop, willing her heartbeat to calm down.

She could play it cool. No big deal.

Just another boy.

She didn’t even know his name.

Didn’t even know if they’d talk.

But in that half-second of shared eye contact—

Her world tilted. Just a little.

And something inside her whispered:

“Please let him be the kind of boy who talks about things just to make you smile.”

---

“She’s from Kanghak High,” Jun Tae said later as they walked toward the usual chicken shop. “Old friend of mine. Y/N.”

Hyun Tak tried to play it cool. “Cool. Uh... cool name.”

His hands were in his hoodie pocket. He stared forward like he didn’t want to ask.

But he did.

Hyun Tak tried to focus on the conversation—on what everyone was saying, the usual banter and jokes. But the truth was, he wasn’t listening to the words.

He was listening to her.

To the way her voice rose when she laughed, light and unbothered. The way her hair shifted gently with the breeze, catching the sunlight in strands he wanted to memorize. The way her eyes occasionally flicked toward him—brief, accidental glances that somehow felt like punches to his chest.

He wasn’t sure what they were all talking about.

But he knew how many times she smiled.

And he knew exactly how it made him feel.

And in no time, he didn't even realise how he ended up sitting right across her at the chicken shop.

And she… didn’t realize how hard it would be to look anywhere else.

She pretended to scroll through the menu even though she wasn't really reading it. Every now and then, her eyes would flicker up—just for a second, just long enough to see him.

Hyun Tak sat with his arms on the table, hoodie sleeves pushed to his forearms, fingers tapping lightly against the wood like he was trying to match a rhythm only he could hear. He wasn’t saying much. Just smiling at whatever Baku or Jun Tae said. Nodding. Occasionally letting out a soft laugh that—

God. That laugh.

She almost dropped her chopsticks when she heard it for the first time. It was low, kind of boyish, and it curled around her chest like a secret.

He didn’t talk much, but when he did glance at her—like he just wanted to make sure she was still there, still listening—it sent a ripple down her spine.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. No slow-motion hair flips. No cheesy k-drama sparkles.

Just the quiet, magnetic pull of sitting across from someone who made the world feel a little softer, a little more focused.

Like background noise suddenly knew how to hum in tune.

She noticed how he always made sure the sauce was near her side. How he offered the last drumstick without a second thought. How he kept brushing his hair back, only for it to fall right back into his eyes—like the universe was determined to make him look adorable.

She sipped her soda to calm the nerves that wouldn’t stop dancing.

And when their eyes met again—brief, unplanned, warm—

She smiled, pretending it was casual.

But inside, her heart whispered quietly:

Please look at me like that again.

---

"Bye!" she called out, her voice bright and warm, a grin stretched wide across her face like she was genuinely happy to have met them.

It echoed in his ears.

Hyun Tak lifted his hand to wave along with the others, trying to hide the way his smile lingered a second too long.

And that’s when he saw it—

The keychain dangling off the side of her bag, bouncing lightly with every step she took away from them.

A small, round figure with a straw hat and a wide grin. The colors were a little faded, like it had been with her for a while.

One Piece.

His eyes narrowed just a bit, something shifting in his brain.

Jun Tae was always going on about it. Something about pirates and dreams and loyalty and power-ups. Hyun Tak never really cared for it—he barely watched cartoons, let alone anime—but now?

Now it was different.

Because she liked it.

Or at least… she had the keychain. That had to mean something, right?

He stared at the little pirate bouncing on her bag until she disappeared down the street.

And in his chest, something clicked into place.

A quiet, determined thought.

---

That night, he didn’t even notice how quickly time slipped away.

What started as a casual search—“One Piece characters explained”—spiraled into an accidental three-hour rabbit hole.

He watched clips with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowed in concentration. He paused every few seconds to read the comments, double-checked character names, skimmed through fan wikis, and tried to memorize just enough to sound natural.

Straw Hat Pirates. Devil fruits. Grand Line.

It all blurred into a mess of colors and quotes and names he could barely pronounce.

But every time he wanted to give up, he’d remember that little keychain bouncing off her bag, and the smile she gave when she said goodbye.

That smile alone made reading twenty paragraphs about a talking reindeer somehow worth it.

He wasn’t trying to become a fan.

He was just trying to find a way in.

A way to sit across from her again—this time with something to say.

---

He was mid-chokehold—arms wrapped around Baku’s neck in playful vengeance—as the four of them strolled out of Eunjang’s gates, the afternoon sun spilling gold over their shoulders.

Hyun Tak had barely slept.

He'd spent half the night drowning in One Piece lore—memorizing character arcs, googling “best quotes to casually drop,” and silently mouthing Luffy’s full name like it was an exam question.

Still, he hadn’t expected to need it so soon.

And then—

His eyes landed on her.

She stood by the sidewalk, that familiar lollipop tucked between her lips like punctuation. The breeze played with the ends of her hair, and just like yesterday—just like that first second—everything else dimmed around her.

His arms dropped from Baku’s shoulders.

Literally. Just let go.

Baku stumbled forward with a strangled cough. “Bro—what the hell—”

But Hyun Tak didn’t hear him.

She had looked up.

And she smiled again. That same smile from yesterday, a little lopsided like it didn’t try too hard—but still managed to knock the wind out of his lungs.

He stepped forward, adjusting his hoodie, trying not to trip over the nerves that gathered all at once in his chest.

“Yo,” she said, waving casually.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly.

It came out softer than he meant. Barely above a whisper. Like his voice had forgotten how to work the moment she looked at him again.

She tilted her head, amused. “Rough night?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You look like you fought your pillow and lost.”

He huffed a laugh—short, nervous, and undeniably fond. “Yeah, kinda.”

There was a silence, a little bit awkward until he decided to break it, "you've... um, you've got a cool keychain. Luffy."

Her eyes widened a fraction—surprised. She glanced down at the little pirate swinging by her bag, "uh, yeah."

"Who's your favourite character?" He asked out of nowhere. She took a break... A long one as she tried to process the rate at which her heart beat with every smile of his.

"Luffy." She answered, smiling a bit awkwardly but in his eyes, it was the sweetest smile.

And that was how it all started. She started showing up in front of Eunjang everyday, never missing a single one.

And it was only for one reason.

To see Hyun Tak.

And Hyun Tak started running to the gate as soon as the bell rang.

For only one reason.

To see her.

---

She really looked forward to these afternoons. Watching him run over, drop an One Piece reference like that's all he talks about. But she didn't mind. In fact, she loved it. Everytime he would say something.

“So, uh… you think Luffy’s Gear Fifth is overpowered or what?” he asked one day, leaning against the wall next to her, trying to sound casual despite the way his heart was doing backflips.

She popped the lollipop out of her mouth, raising an eyebrow. “Gear Fifth? Uh… yeah, it’s… pretty wild.”

He didn’t notice the slight hesitation in her voice, the way her eyes flicked to the side as she scrambled for a response. To him, she was just playing it cool, like she always did.

“Right? Like, the way he just—boom—turns everything into a cartoon? Insane.”

She nodded, biting back a grin. “Totally insane.”

She didn’t know what Gear Fifth was. Not really. She’d heard the term maybe once, from a friend who wouldn’t shut up about anime, but she hadn’t watched a single episode of One Piece in her life.

The keychain? A random gift from her Jun Tae, shoved onto her bag because it looked cute and she didn’t care enough to take it off.

But the way Hyun Tak’s eyes lit up when he talked about it—the way he leaned closer, voice buzzing with excitement, like he’d been waiting all day just to share this with her—made her want to keep up the act.

So she did.

She googled terms in secret between classes, watched fan-edits at 2 a.m. until her eyes burned, and forced herself to sit through five episodes straight without understanding why Zoro kept getting lost or why Sanji wouldn’t stop flirting. It was chaotic. Long. Overwhelming.

But when she would remember Hyun Tak's smile

—God, it was worth it.

---

“You really think Enies Lobby was the best arc?” he asked one afternoon, brows raised like he was quizzing her on a final.

She hesitated only for a second. “Yeah,” she said with forced conviction, “I mean—Robin’s ‘I want to live’ moment? Kinda iconic.”

His jaw dropped a little. “Right?! I cried.”

She blinked. “...You did?”

“Don’t tell the guys,” he added quickly, ears turning pink, “but yeah. Ugly cried.”

She smiled, warm and unbothered. “That makes two of us.”

It didn’t. She hadn’t even gotten to Enies Lobby yet. But she made a mental note to skip ahead that night, just to see the moment that cracked him open like that.

---

This went on for weeks. Quiet moments by the gate, post-school banter that was 60% anime and 40% stolen glances.

He brought her snacks sometimes—“Zoro’s favorite rice crackers,” he claimed. She pretended she knew what that meant. She once brought him a straw hat keyring and watched him go still for a second before blurting, “I’m gonna treasure this forever, just so you know.”

---

And the truth?

The truth was she hadn’t meant to fall this hard.

She only stopped by the gates that first day on a whim, half-curious, half-bored.

But now—

Now it was the best part of her day.

Seeing him wait for her.

Seeing him light up the second their eyes met.

---

But soon everything was catching up to her.

The references were getting harder to fake.

And the hesitation in her voice was growing.

She tried. God, she tried.

Every night she'd google summaries, skim episode breakdowns, and even bookmarked a list of “Top 20 One Piece Moments To Pretend You've Watched.” She memorized names, powers, even the stupid boat’s name. She didn’t get it—but she got him. The way he smiled when he talked about it. The way he looked at her like she was the only one who ever really listened.

And Hyun Tak?

Hyun Tak was drowning.

He had exhausted the “Best One Piece Quotes to Casually Drop” article by week two. Every night was a last-minute cram session—watching half-speed TikToks about arcs he didn't understand and squinting at spoiler-filled Reddit threads just so he wouldn’t mess up the timeline when she inevitably asked something he wasn’t prepared for.

He thought she was a superfan.

She thought he was a superfan.

And both of them were completely wrong.

---

One afternoon, they sat on a park bench, sharing a bag of chips he’d bought “Luffy would love these,” he’d joked. The conversation drifted to One Piece again, as it always did.

He was mid-ramble about the “Thriller Bark arc,” words tumbling out faster than he could think, when she went quiet. Too quiet.

“You okay?” he asked, pausing, chip halfway to his mouth. She twirled the lollipop stick, eyes on the ground.

“Yeah, just… thinking.” Her voice was softer than usual, and it made his stomach twist. Had he said something wrong? Was she bored?He tried to keep it light.

“What, you don’t think Thriller Bark’s the best? C’mon, that shadow-stealing thing was wild.”

She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, super wild.” Her fingers brushed the Luffy keychain, and she bit her lip.

He noticed—how could he not?—and something in her hesitation made his chest tighten.“You sure you’re okay?” he pressed, leaning closer, his voice softer now.She met his eyes, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the park fading to a hum. “I… yeah. It’s nothing,” she said, but her heart was screaming: Tell him. Just tell him.

---

The next afternoon, she was at the gate, but her usual lollipop was gone. She fidgeted with the Luffy keychain, her stomach in knots.

Hyun Tak jogged up, his smile as bright as ever, but she saw the way his hands fidgeted in his hoodie pocket, the way his eyes darted to hers and away.

“Hey,” he said, voice softer than usual. “No lollipop today?”

She laughed, but it was shaky. “Needed a break from sugar.” A lie. She just couldn’t focus on anything but the truth clawing at her. They walked to the chicken shop, the silence heavier than usual. He tried to fill it with a One Piece reference—“You think Usopp’s ever gonna confess to Kaya?”—but it felt forced, and her nod was half-hearted.

At the table, she pushed her fries around, heart pounding. He wasn’t eating either, his fingers tapping that nervous rhythm. Finally, she couldn’t take it.

“Hyun Tak,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I need to tell you something.”He froze, eyes wide. “Yeah?”

She gripped the keychain, the faded Luffy staring back at her. “I don’t watch One Piece. This—” she held up the keychain, “—was just a gift from Jun Tae. I’ve been pretending to know it… because I wanted to keep talking to you.”

For a moment, he just stared, and her heart sank. Then his face broke into a grin, and he laughed—loud, relieved, that boyish laugh she loved. “Oh my God, are you serious?”

She blinked, confused. “You’re… not mad?”

“Mad?” He leaned forward, still laughing. “I’ve been faking it too! I saw your keychain and thought you were a superfan, so I’ve been staying up all night watching episodes I don’t even understand just to talk to you.”

Her jaw dropped. “You—what?”

“Yeah!” He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks red. “I’m, like, three arcs in and still clueless. I just… didn’t want you to think I was boring.”

She burst out laughing, the knot in her chest unraveling. “I’ve been googling ‘One Piece summaries’ in class! I thought you were the superfan!”

They laughed until their eyes watered, the chicken shop fading around them. When it died down, he looked at her, his smile softer. “So… we both suck at this, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. “But… I kinda like that.”

“Me too.” He paused, then reached across the table, his hand brushing hers. “Wanna start over? No pirates. Just… you and me.”

Her heart did that stupid flip again, but this time, it felt right. “Yeah. I’d love that.”As they left the shop, the Luffy keychain swung on her bag, no longer a lie but a funny, cherished memory.

Months later, when they were holding hands at the arcade, Hyun Tak gave her a new keychain—a tiny blue hoodie, just like his. She clipped it next to Luffy, and every time they walked together, the two charms bounced side by side, a quiet reminder of the silly, perfect way they found each other.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE + MASTERLIST

I feel like this is the best I have written so far 😭 I love it!

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[l5byrinth]

phyiscally affectionate ۶ৎ weak hero c2

class 2 with a reader who expresses their love through physicality ⋆ ˚｡⋆ g fluff w kissing ft sieun, juntae, gotak, baku

an hi

★ sieun

doesn't reciprocate every time, but won't push you away. he enjoys the affection, it's just a little different, so he's not entirely used to it and the awkwardness it makes him feel sometimes. he feels especially flustered when it's around his friends, their teasing ruthless regarding your loving touches towards your boyfriend. kisses are sieun's favorite, they make his heart beat the quickest.

🐑 rest utc

★ juntae

gets flustered every time you surprise hug him, but gleefully returns the act. loves being wrapped up in your arms, and often times falls asleep in them; his face snuggled against your neck. is shy when it comes to kisses, but never backs away when offered. another one who's embarrassed when with his friends, but still let's you love on him regardless.

★ gotak

the only thing that makes him shy is when you trace his features, and he couldn't tell you why. absolutely adores when you wrap your arms around his neck opposed to his waist, and never misses the chance to squeeze you. gotak, honestly, kisses you just as much as you kiss him; he can't seem to get enough.

★ baku

eats it up every time. your affection is like medicine to him, so he will never refuse a hug or a kiss. loves when you run your fingers through his hair because of how soothing it is, works wonders for his nervous system. he doesn't get shy about your affectionate tendencies, no matter where you are or who you're with; and in fact uses it to tease his single friends.

thank you for reading ദ്ദി •⩊• )

[l5byrinth]

This is my first fanfic here, yeyyyyy!!! I'm so excited.

I must say that english isn't my first language so you might find misspellings, anyway, enjoy and let me know your thoughts, mwaaa!

About you - The 1975

➜ Baku (park humin) x reader

" What happens when two best friends return to each other's lives when they least expect it ? "

The soft hum of the city created the perfect atmosphere for the small group of friends who had been walking around all day.

"Guys, I know a place that makes the best fried chicken—I think in the whole world," one of your friends said, taking a few steps ahead of the group. "I promise, it's like kissing heaven. Follow me," he said, taking the lead.

You only groaned, exhausted—your feet aching from walking the entire day.

"Do we really have to walk? I'm sure there's a bus that can take us."

"Nuh-uh, food tastes extra better when you're starving."

You looked down in defeat.

After 30 minutes of walking, the group finally reached the restaurant. Something in the back of your mind recognized this place, like one of those déjà vu moments, but you couldn’t figure out why it felt so familiar.

As the group entered, an old man gestured toward a large table for the five of you.

"Can I take your order now, or should I come back later?" he asked, holding a notepad in his hand.

"I'll order for them," said your friend—the one who had insisted on coming—grabbing the menu and pointing to the order.

You got lost scanning the place. It wasn’t fancy. It looked cozy. Apart from your group of friends, there was only a couple and what seemed like a work celebration.

"How did you find this place?" you asked, resting your face on your hand.

"This has been my secret for so long," your friend said, extending his arms dramatically. "A friend of mine recommended it to me," he continued, a wide smile on his face.

While waiting for your order, you chatted with your friends about school, upcoming exams, and a little bit of everything.

"Are you okay?" asked the friend sitting next to you. "Since we walked in, you've been scanning this place like crazy."

You let out a slight laugh. "This place feels familiar to me, but I can't remember why," you frowned slightly. "I'm sure it's nothing. I bet it's just because my tummy is screaming for food." You brushed it off.

"Here's your order," the waiter said, arriving with the food.

You turned your head toward the waiter, and in that instant, everything made sense.

You had been here before. You remembered it. You remembered him. How could you have ever forgotten him?

"Park Humin?" you whispered in surprise.

He turned his head toward you, his eyes widening in shock.

"You—you… Are you really here? Or am I dreaming again?" He pointed at you, his voice trembling as if he had just seen a ghost.

You stood up from your seat and took a few steps toward him.

"It's good to see you, Baku," you said with a wide smile, embracing him in a hug.

He tensed for a moment. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was really you—hugging him like you used to, calling him by that familiar name with your voice. Then, he hugged you back, tightly.

Your friends exchanged confused glances, trying to understand what was happening. You had never told them about Humin before.

You pulled away from the hug and turned to them.

"Guys, this is my childhood friend," you said, your smile growing wider. "Park Humin."

He looked at you with big puppy eyes, tracing every feature of your face before turning to your friends.

"I'm Park Humin. It's my pleasure," he greeted them.

The rest of the night was filled with questions from your friends about Humin. You answered them, trying not to sound too excited.

After finishing your meal, it was time to pay and leave.

One of your friends paid the bill, and as you were preparing to go, you felt a soft hand grab your wrist.

It was him.

"Can we talk for a moment?" You noticed the nervousness in his voice, but his eyes never left yours.

You only nodded, letting him take you outside the restaurant, separating you from your group of friends.

Looking at him felt like nothing had changed. You had to leave the city because of your parents' jobs, and at the age of seven, that had felt like the end of the world.

Mostly because you hadn't wanted to leave him—scared he might forget you one day.

That fear had made the move even harder than it already was. But with a painful ache in your heart, you had said your goodbyes to him.

"Humin… I'm leaving," you had confessed, fidgeting with your fingers, too scared to meet his eyes.

He had looked at you in confusion, sensing that something was wrong.

"My dad got promoted, so we're moving to Japan next week," your voice was filled with sadness and regret. You felt guilty, even though it wasn’t something you could control.

He hadn’t said anything—just stared at you, which only made you feel worse.

"Baku, can you ple—" you had stopped talking when you felt his arms wrap around you—hugging you tightly, afraid to let go.

Now, outside the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never loosened.

Your eyes locked. Neither of you spoke—just staring at each other.

"I thought you had forgotten about me," you confessed, whispering just loud enough for him to hear.

"Do you think I have forgotten about you?" His voice matched yours in softness. He continued, "How could I ever forget you?"

You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He hadn’t changed.

"That’s good to hear."

"Let’s meet up again—just us," he asked, finally releasing your wrist. "I’m sure we both have a lot to say."

You nodded and handed him your phone. "Put your number here. I’ll call you later."

He took your phone, entered his number, and saved his contact as "My Baku, mine."

You laughed. He was still your Humin—the same as you had remembered.

As you turned on your heel and walked back to your friends, you glanced over your shoulder at him.

"You better pick up when I call you, Park Humin."

He smiled, watching you go—maybe staring longer than he should have.

[l5byrinth]

HII :3 can you do Baku x reader who is his polar opposite 💔 love your fics/headcanons!

purr-fect

gif creds: @cesowi

pairing baku x gender neutral reader

summary you're happy by yourself. then comes baku stumbling into your life after he finds you feeding a stray cat behind school

word count 2.2k

warnings/tags developing relationship

when anyone thinks of eunjang, they think of baku. the undefeated king with fists made of steel, and an outgoing personality. he practically ruled over eunjang, making sure to protect the weak and fend off any unwanted pests (cough, the union)

but you?

you were quiet. never speaking unless called on by a teacher. which was never, because they seemed to forget about you too. you weren't a background character, you were a walking ghost among the eunjang halls.

no one paid you any mind, not even the bullies. they too seemed to not notice you, but better ignored than to be a bread shuttle.

if humans ignored you, the animals sure didn't. leading you to your current predicament.

there was a stray cat with a small litter hidden behind the bushes, and you took it upon yourself to care for her. she hissed and scratched whenever you tried picking it up so moving it home with you was not an option.

you built a makeshift cardboard shelter the next day, even painting it green to hopefully blend in enough to not draw attention. the last thing you wanted were some lowly thugs torturing the kittens.

skipping pe was a regular occurrence for you, so the cats were just an added bonus. who would willingly want to run or play basketball? you snuck away to the convenience store instead and bought cat treats, feeding them to the cat.

"...tuna will be your name." you muttered, watching as tuna rubbed her head against your fingers. the kittens were fast asleep, piled on top of each other.

it's only been a few weeks since you've met tuna, but she trusted you almost instantly after you gave her the cardboard box. she shed the defensive stray cat act and instead turned into a clingy kitty.

she meowed as you poured water into a small bowl, lapping it up quietly. you squatted as you watched, zoning out and thinking of nothing in particular.

"that's sick! is that a cat?!" a booming voice came from behind you, making you jump and fall on your ass.

you winced as you glared up. who the fuck—oh. it's baku.

"what's up," baku lazily grinned, plopping down next to you. "how long have these kitties been here? aww look, one has a spot in the shape of a heart on the belly!"

you blinked as you turned away from him, watching as tuna got into a defensive position and hissed at baku.

"yeowch man! can you help me?? i don't think she likes me very much!" baku exclaims, clutching his scratched up hand. you scooted closer and rubbed tuna's head.

she melted under your touch, but immediately backed up the second baku inched closer.

"not fair dude, she only likes you!" baku moans, pouting as he watches you pet tuna's head. "not much of a talker, are we?"

the bell rings and you get up, dusting your pants off. baku watches you in interest and follows you back into the building.

"what's your name? i never caught it," baku asks, walking with his hands behind his head next to you. you scowl and walk faster, hoping to lose him. thank god you didn't share a class with him or else you would have to deal with his yapping for the rest of the day.

rushing into your class, you take your seat and ignore baku lingering at the door. he leaves soon enough and you forget about him.

until the next day, that is.

there baku is waiting for you. new scratch lines prominent on his forearm as he smiles at you. you sit a foot away from him, leaving you in an awkward distance away from the cats but you would rather die than willingly sit near him.

"ah, i see your nametag now. hi y/n!"

you don't respond, instead pulling out some wet food for the kittens. they all gravitate towards you, still wary of baku.

it's almost funny how reversed the roles are right now. baku is sat like an outsider while you are the center of attention.

nothing seems to dim baku's joyous mood though, because he's still looking cheerfully at you. he snorts to himself, causing you to look up and furrow your brows at him.

baku bites his bottom lip and holds back his laugh just to say "what's a cat's favorite food? paw-sta!"

you don't bother giving baku anymore attention, instead plucking leaves out of tuna's fur. you can hear baku laughing at his own joke, even running out of air once.

baku keeps cracking dry cat puns, but you don't say anything (obviously). he's not deterred by the silence at all, and keeps at it. you grimace at another odd rendition of "purr-fect!" and scoot further away from him.

"does she have a name, or will i just have to keep calling her 'the cat behind school' forever?" baku questions, watching as tuna contentedly rubs against your knee.

"her name is tuna." you stiffly reply, short and straight to the point. it's a stark contrast to baku's tone but when has that ever bothered him?

"aww! is it tuna because she likes tuna the most? or is it just because? does she have a favorite food? are the kitties named? there's 5 of them, we should start distinguishing between them!"

"the kittens have no name."

"let's name them tog–" baku is cut off by the bell ringing. baku curses under his breath, muttering something about "stupid bell" and "worst timing"

he gets up and waves "bye!" as he runs off, kicking up dirt. talk about a dramatic exit, it looks like he's farting up a storm from it. you suppress a laugh (and a sneeze) as you wait for the dust to settle.

the next month or so is the exact same. baku showing up at your spot and claiming it as your shared spot. you think this is more of some form of encroachment but you don't bother talking to him, opting to care for the cats instead.

baku also got the hint and stopped following you to class, noticing the way your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and you hunched inwards as people asked baku "who's that?". at least he got that social cue.

it becomes sort of a silent rule that baku buys food while you bring water and whatever tools needed, like toys or a fur brush. tuna still hates him so you have to feed her and the kittens.

you don't want to admit it but he's actually helpful. the free food supplied by him has given you more money to spend on other things.

those nine words you spoke before remain the only times you've actually talked around him. despite this, baku welcomes your presence with open arms.

he's constantly talking your ears off, but you start to find that it's not actually that bad anymore. his voice is pleasant to listen to. a nice background noise, even. you know almost everything about him now.

you're starting to enjoy being around baku now, you belatedly realize. even if you found solace in being alone, having someone there wasn't.. all that bad. he never forced you to reply either, just happy that someone was there to listen.

still, baku does not share the same invisibility you have. he wasn't at his usual spot today, and you felt a small pang of disappointment. but at the last ten minutes of class, you notice baku jogging towards you, a scowl on his face.

baku sits down and immediately starts complaining while pouting. per usual, tuna starts to shuffle away from his side closer to you, worsening his pout.

hyuntak has been stricter on him recently, forcing him to not skip today and instead make him teach juntae how to play. which is like talking to a brick wall, because that boy does not seem understand a word they teach him, according to baku.

"isn't it the same? talking to me?" the words slip out of your mouth before you can think and you clamp your jaw shut immediately.

thank god baku wasn't looking at you, or else he would've seen the panicked look on your face. you've kept your expressionless face around him all the time, you can't let that mask slip now.

"not really. you're different," baku says. there's a a pause from him as he sighs, not continuing what he wanted to say for some reason. his voice takes a different tone at the "different", twinged with a softness that makes your heart stutter.

you nod slightly, and baku returns back to his babbling about anything and everything. no one says anything about how you scoot closer to baku, brushing his shoulder with your hoodie. or how baku does the same, sitting side by side with you now.

the bell rings and you look down at tuna and shoo her back to her house. it was awfully barren, perhaps you should get her some things. it must be boring with only the bushes to play around. not to mention it's going to get colder soon.

baku does his same 'wave bye with his whole body and head in first' and you follow behind him after unlatching tuna from your pant leg.

the next day, you make a quick stop to a pet store before class and another during pe to the convenience store.

by the time you get to the same spot during pe, baku is already sitting there. he beams as he sees you turn the corner, loudly beckoning you over. he looks more energetic today, you note.

"look, look! she's letting me feed her!" baku is holding a tube of cat treats while tuna laps at it. you raise your eyebrows as a way of saying "wow", and baku is nearly shaking in happiness. seems like tuna has finally accepted him.

you sit next to baku, opening up the plastic bag you brought. it contained of different cat toys, all silent of course, and a large cat bed with a blanket.

baku makes a (Ö) face as he watches you carefully lift the kittens into your lap and set up the new bed. tuna is too occupied eating from baku's hand to notice the small cat-napping.

never would you think you'd be thankful for baku, but he just made the process 100 times easier. tuna was a menace when it comes to someone touching her babies.

"damn, you bought a bunch of stuff today," baku whistles. the half the kittens were eating whatever baku bought and the other were playing with you.

"y'know, i didn't think you'd be like this," baku starts and you prepare to tune out whatever weird shit he was going to start spouting. no need to hear about how weird you were. "you're actually pretty chill to be around. do you know yeon sieun? he's like you, except more bitchy."

yeon sieun? that study nerd who's known for being a smartass when it comes to fighting? you??? and him??? similar???

your confusion must be apparent on your face because baku cackles. it's a deafening sound compared to the quiet purr of the cats, but it's nothing you're not used to.

"you guys are both all dark, quiet, and brooding. but you're actually pretty..—nice! pretty nice, haha, and kind to animals, and you don't just walk away when i talk," baku flushes and you pretend to ignore that awkward pause in the middle of his sentence. the ground is suddenly really interesting, baku thinks.

he has odd taste, but whatever suits him. you glance at tuna. she just finished eating and is sniffing baku for more.

"i thought you'd be more into like, hmm.., beating up nerds on the side. like out of school. but you don't really seem that bad."

"i don't like fighting."

it's the first time you've talked about yourself, and baku is careful to not scare you off. "oh really? why?"

"i dislike blood."

"honestly me too. it stinks a little and the taste is just nasty. getting a nosebleed always sucks because it just tickles my upper lip and ruins my focus in fights. i don't really like fighting either, but i have people to protect."

you don't respond, because what was there to say anyways? baku just continues talking, knowing that the chances of you wanting to reply were slim to none.

the bell rings again and you grab the plastic bag to throw away, but baku beats you to it. your hand lands on his and you blink. a moment passes with your hand still on his, and baku is beet red.

"oh! uhm, ahaha i'll just take it and throw it away and yeah you don't have to worry about anything don't even worry about it!" baku rambles, his back ramrod straight as he stands up. he moves robotically to the trashcan, and glances back at you multiple times before looking at his hand.

as he leaves, he's smiling ear to ear as he waves widely at you despite being only 2 feet away. "bye! i'll see you on monday!"

you smile softly at him, making his mouth open in surprise. "bye, baku."

the blush returns full force on his cheeks, and his grin grows impossibly wider. he's skipping away giggling to himself like a schoolgirl. did he forget you could still see him?

what an odd guy, you shake your head and laugh to yourself.

fin

a/n eek yapper x listener my favorite trope!!! i feel like baku's opposite would be someone similar to sieun, considering how outgoing baku is (´ ε ` )♡

[l5byrinth]

I'm halfway through twinkling watermelon and opened tumblr so excited thinking I'm gonna read some fics..... and there are none? Are we serious yall 😓💔

[l5byrinth]

Mister Heartbreaker Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x F!Reader

summary: college's biggest troublemaker confesses to college's top student that he had made a bet to kiss her before the end of the night. college's top student admits to college's biggest troublemaker it might not be such a bad idea, after all.

warnings: none, make-out session and some swearing

a/n: a silly little thing, really. I'm so busy with uni but oh how I miss Thanos content. so sorry for mistakes!! english is not my first language

The atmosphere of the party was heavy, humid. Perched on a sofa, wedged between a couple and two obnoxiously loud guys, you kept a low profile, occasionally sipping from an unfamiliar cocktail, which, truth be told, was beginning to make your head spin. Voices shouted from every direction, and the oppressive blue and pink lights weighed on your senses. Just a few steps away, the swimming pool glimmered under the string lights and stars.

A few quieter couples were lying in the grass; you, meanwhile, remained tucked in your corner, content not to owe anything to anyone.

You were lost in thought, perhaps too loudly, because one of the guys suddenly elbowed your shoulder, eyes wide.

“Hey! If you’re just sitting there doing nothing, let the couch be for those who are!”

You clenched your teeth and shot him a sidelong glare. Sweating in your cramped space, you resolved to either take a walk through the fields or head home, either option seemed better than staying amidst this exhausting human debauchery.

After a few awkward squeezes and muttered apologies, you managed to free yourself from the glaringly red couch. A sudden plap sound followed, but you didn’t turn back. You made your way around the pool. Nearby, a group of about ten people had lit up a makeshift barbecue, and someone grabbed your leg.

“YO, want something?”

You glanced down and recognized a guy from your university cohort.

“No, thanks.”

He grinned broadly.

“Not even a sausage?”

Two girls and the guys chuckled. One of the girls rolled her eyes and told him to shut up. You slipped away from the crowd and ducked under some branches, eventually stumbling upon what looked like a hedge-lined path, likely leading away from the house.

Advancing as best as you could, you came upon a narrow trail littered with popcorn and mysterious spills, slowly distancing yourself from the raucous villa pulsing at the heart of the forest. It wasn’t the most prudent idea, to wander off alone into the woods in the middle of a packed party, but you’d had enough of the shouting and the people.

You poured the rest of your cocktail into the hedge, flung the plastic cup into the underbrush, and felt nettles sting your ankles. After a couple of minutes, a gray fence came into view. You sighed in relief and reached to open it. Just as you were about to climb over, a sudden “boo!” rang out.

You jumped back with a start.

“Are you insane?!” you shouted.

A raspy laugh tore through the night.

“You should’ve seen your face!”

You bit your lower lip, cursing under your breath as you stood.

“Idiot! Moron!”

Brushing off your dress, you steadied yourself, still fuming and wobbling on your heels. “Come on, show yourself! AH!”

A shadow emerged from the darkness, raking his fingers through his hair. “Shit, too many brambles,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked onto yours. “Oi, señorita! Thought you were a dude, with that voice.”

You stared at him with jet-black eyes. “Who are you?”

His face was obscured in the dark. He didn’t answer, but you could sense the smirk stretching across his lips. “Party’s boring as fuck. Went to smoke some shit,” he raised a hand, a joint dangling from his fingers, “and now I’m headin’ home.”

Then he looked you over from head to toe. “Y’know, you could come.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Come?”

“Well, if you insist.”

Your face flushed.

“Crazy pervert! I’m not going anywhere with you!”

He laughed again. Without realizing it, the two of you began walking down the dirt path, until the LED lights of nearby shops came into view, along with the murmurs of flip-flops brushing against the ground. The cars began to honk again, and the air, which had previously smelled only of crushed leaves, now carried the stench of petrol and dust. You coughed, and the man turned to glance at you.

“You okay, girl?” he asked, inspecting you. “Got a sore throat or some shit?”

You didn’t reply, lifting a hand to your neck. Ouch. It did hurt a bit. He said nothing more, merely studied you for a moment before continuing silently at your side. His flip-flops thudded rhythmically against the ground, and aside from his intermittent whistling, no other sounds reached your ears.

“I know your voice,” you said suddenly, struck by a realization.

Like an eager puppy, he turned to you, face alight.

“Really? You know Thanos, the leg-”

“The guy who blasts music at full volume in the dorm next to mine-”

You looked at each other, awkwardly.

“Thanos? The rapper?”

He nodded proudly. “You?” You paused. Should you answer? You hesitated for a long moment, then sighed and quietly murmured your name. Thanos’s eyes widened.

“Shit! You're...”

You nodded. The class representative from your faculty. Always top of your class. The perfect student.

“Oh no.”

You looked up. His brow was furrowed. He had stopped walking.

“You okay?” you asked, halting in step.

He nodded. “Let’s just get to your place, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, but let yourself be swayed. You followed him out of the small wooded area. He held your arm, hailed a taxi, and the two of you climbed in, headed for your respetive places.

A heavy silence settled inside the car. His breathing was loud. His chest rose and fell erratically. He turned toward you, as if hoping for an answer, but you gave him none.

The back seat creaked with every turn, and the pallid glow of the streetlights cast fleeting amber flares across your faces. Thanos had stopped fidgeting. He was slouched back, one hand behind his head and legs spread.

You didn’t speak. You stared out the window, the road, the neon signs, the condensation on the glass.

Beside you, he kept wetting his lips, too often. Fidgeting, he was muttering, clenching occasionally his teeth as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, looking for something.

"Did you know I bet my friends I could kiss you tonight?"

You paused. You had not expected this, and the words took a moment to reach your brain. His voice had come like a confession, as if he was fighting an internal battle on whether he should say it or not.

“What?” you stared at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t respond immediately, staring out the window.

“Y’know what I mean girl. You’re top student for a reason.”

You did understand, yeah. And you didn’t know whether you were feeling frustrated, angry, enraged or... enthusiastic.

“Why did they bet that?”

A silence filled the space. You could hear the wheels on the asphalt and the distant honking of the cars. Thanos was on the seat next to yours, staring at everythuing but you, awkward and concentarted.

“Cuz you’re the smartest girl,” he said in a whisper. “I’m trouble. They said it was hot and a challenge, y’know, to get in your pants.”

You coughed, making the driver turn his head and widen his eyes. Dismissing him with a sorry, you saw him turn back to the road, shaking his head while responding to the person he was calling obnoxiously loud.

“You said a kiss!”

“Yeah, they said to sleep with you but I said a kiss. Consider yourself lucky.”

Was he stupid?

“OK.”

“OK?”

He finally turned to look at you, brows furrowed, exasperation written all over his face. It was too dark and both your faces were veiled by the obscurity.

“What do you want me to say? Thank you for changing a bet on me from a hook-up to a kiss?”

His breath hitched as he stared at you, eyes wide. You swore, the air suddenly got warmer. More difficult to breathe.

“I don’t know bro,” he shook his head, still dazed. “Something along the lines of ‘I’m not doing this, asshole!’ or ‘yeah kiss me’. Not ‘OK’”

That made you laugh. The action made your eyes brighter, your face shine. Thanos suddenly found himself staring, unable to look away from your dazzling face.

“Woah,” he said. He realized what he’d said, and he shook his head after a second. “Whatever. You said you lived at the end of the street?

You nodded, the smile still playing on your lips.

“You’re funny,” you told him.

He was still shaken. Getting out of his trance, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Duh. I’m the legend Thanos.”

Shaking your head, you sighed. “Don’t get too cocky.”

There was a pause where both of you stared out your windows. For some reason, you were seated by the window, but he had sat in the middle. And only now did you realise how your left side was burning, all the side of his body in contact with yours. His shirt brushed against your naked shoulder, and his shorts were slightly pulled up, revealing the birth of his thighs that caressed your bare ones. Your dress had hiked up. And suddenly, all this contact was overwhelming.

Still looking out of the window, you asked him, voice lost in the air.

“W... why did you tell me?” you breathed. “That you wanted to kiss me. You could’ve just seduced me and done it.”

He didn’t respond. His breath was getting rougher. What was supposed to be a bet hung heavy between you two. And suddenly, you found your mind wandering. Imagining those pink lips on yours. The sensation. The feeling. The softness.

It all happened so softly. Suddenly, his fingers brushed yours. Maybe it wasn’t intentional, maybe it was. But it just happened. And second thing you knew, it became a new point of contact. Hesitant fingers interlaced hesitant fingers, shaky hand intertwined with shaky hand. It was silly, really. Making hand contact with college's biggest troublemaker, staring out the window, acting as if nothing was happening.

It was him who turned his head first.

“Would you have kissed me?” he asked. His voice was still firm, but you felt the slight tremor in his usually composed tone. “If I seduced you without telling you.”

You didn’t immediately respond. You were a model student. Good grades. Good posture. Good daughter. Good friend.

It was tiring.

“Answer me.”

His voice was needy, as if he was holding back so much feelings inside him they were threatening to break out.

“Yes,” you answered. “I would have.”

It was all it took. “Look at me.”

You obeyed, controlled by your heart rather than your brain. Faced him. And your breath hitched. His dark eyes were gleaming with desire. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping them. His purple hair was slightly wet, sticking to his forehead.

“Holy shit,” he muttered. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

It was exactly what you thought about him, and you felt your heart race realising that he thought of you this way too, imagining what he was seeing. Eyes like his, gleaming, dress that was exposing the curve of your chest, falling in ragged breathes, parted and wet lips, lashes shadowing your eyes in that distinct expression of desire.

“Oh,” you found yourself responding.

He’d probably brag about it to his friends and the whole college. He would ruin your perfect reputation. Your clean image. The expectations. “Kiss me, then, Mister Heartbreaker.”

“Mister Heartbreaker?” he chuckled. His lips curved into a smile. “Is that what you girls call me?”

You smiled in return, shaking your head as you leaned closer to him. Your noses brushed, your palms still connected, your chest pressing against his hard one as his other hand had weaved a way to the side of your face, holding it like a precious flower. “Only me,” you whispered, your breath fanning against his lips. The words sent a vibration all across his body, and he had to swallow not to ruin you here and there in a single motion.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Be careful what you wish for, señorita,” he finally whispered as both your lips crushed against the other’s. It took an instant. Immediately, his hands were on you, on each side of your waist. The driver was honking at other cars, stuck in a traffic jam, distracted as he yelled to his phone. Thanos's tongue found immediately access to your mouth, urging you to open it with a squeeze on your thigh. His hand slid higher, tugging at the bothersome hem of the dress.

“Come,” he ordered in a hoarse voice, gesturing to his lap.

You obeyed. The car had halted, the driver was engrossed in a heated conversation, and besides, Seoul was loud at night. You immediately unhooked your seat belt, detaching with a quick fwip, the metal clacked against the top of the window, and Thanos made sure you were seated behind the driver. As soon as you were out of sight, he adjusted your position on him, gripping your thighs and keeping them in place as you straddled him urgently.

You both felt a sparking friction that you needed to explore more later, but you were too engrossed in the contact of your sweet lips together – his acidic and raunchy ones, your soft and sweet ones. “Mhm,” you moaned into the kiss, momentarily breaking the contact and throwing your head back to savour it. He took advantage of the sudden exposition, kissing the bare skin of your neck and leaving a bite mark. He then immediately reconnected your lips, afraid of letting go even just for one second.

And then, the street cleared up, the driver drove faster, and a sudden harsh light illuminated both your faces. Thanos pulled away, staring in awe at your flushed face and appreciating the feeling of your soft skin on his, when he suddenly rose his brows and a confused expression painted his face.

“Did you… drink anything?”

You paused too, breathing with difficulty, falling limp into his arms.

“Yes,” you breathed into his neck. “A blue cocktail.” He shivered at the contact, pulling you slightly back by the shoulders. “Why?”

He cradled your face in his big and warm hands, rings chilling your face in specific spots, as he observed your lips.

“They’re blue.”

You tilted your head, still dreamy. “Blue? What’s blue?”

His mouth curved into a smile.

“Your lips.”

The light disappeared. Swallowed by darkness, your mouth slid from his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, to his lips, taking all of him in.

“Then so should yours be.”

He laughed against your lips. The driver pulled up in a familiar alley, and you stayed in his arm, encircled by his strong bicep you wished to preserve around you for a long, long time.

hi :)

[l5byrinth]

You are everything to me, you know?

|Go Hyuntak (Gotak) x Fem!Reader

|Slow burn, Friends to lovers, jealousy, Declaration

English is not my first language.

You had known Gotak forever. Since the days he wore sneakers too big for his feet and turned red whenever the teacher asked him to read out loud. He grew up — and so did you — but something between you two never changed: he was always there. Like a silent rock. A safe harbor.

It was the kind of friendship no one dared question, even though many whispered behind your backs:

— "Are they sure they're just friends?" — they'd whisper in the hallways.

And you’d answer with an awkward smile. Because deep down… not even you were sure anymore.

Gotak never talked about it either. He just stayed by your side, holding your backpack when you were tired, waiting for you in silence after class, protecting you from anyone who crossed the line.

But things started to change.

Especially after a new student — Jinwoo — joined your class. He was kind, funny, and started chatting with you every day. Harmless... until Gotak began clenching his jaw every time he got near.

— "Gotak?" — you called out one day after class, feeling the strange tension in the air.He barely looked at you.

— "Hm?"

— "Are you okay?"

He finally looked straight at you. His gaze was intense, heavy, like it carried a bunch of words he’d never dared to say.

— "You've been spending a lot of time with that guy from your class. The idiot who keeps trying to make you laugh."

You blinked.

— "He's just a friend."

— "I don’t like him." — His voice was quieter. Almost hoarse. — "I don’t like how he looks at you."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You tried to play it cool, but the silence between you already said everything.

That day, Gotak didn’t walk you home. And you watched his back disappear around the corner, feeling like something was missing from your chest.

Two days later, he showed up in front of your house. Backpack slung over his shoulder, hair tousled by the wind.

— "Can you come down?" — he asked, straight to the point.You came down. He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him.

— "Did something happen?"He looked away for a second. Then looked back at you, this time with force.

— "I like you."

Simple. Raw. Real.

You felt the air leave your lungs.

— "I’ve liked you for a long time. Way before this Jinwoo guy. Since... way before. But I stayed quiet because I thought you deserved someone better. Someone gentler, who knew how to say beautiful things." — He paused, jaw tense. — "But seeing another guy trying to win you over... it hurt. And I’m an idiot for waiting this long, I know. But if there’s still time..."

Gotak took a deep breath. Closed his eyes for a second, like he was gathering courage.

— "I want to be that someone. I want to see you smile and know I’m the reason. I want to hold your hand, protect you from the world, not just as a friend. As... your boyfriend."

The silence felt like it froze time for a few seconds.

You smiled. Slowly, but with your heart full.

— "You’re an idiot... but you’re my idiot. And yes, I want that."

The relief in his eyes was so pure it made you want to cry. But instead, he stepped closer and pulled you into a tight hug. The kind of hug that said everything he didn’t know how to express in words. His forehead resting against yours. Eyes closed. Heart racing.

Gotak whispered:

— "You’re everything to me, you know?"

You smiled, heart pounding in your chest. You raised a hand to his face, gently caressing his warm cheek.

— "Then stop talking and kiss me already."

He froze for a second — surprised, almost laughing nervously — then leaned in, slowly, like he was afraid to ruin the moment. But once his lips touched yours, all the nervousness vanished.

The kiss was soft at first, shy, like you were both still getting used to the idea that this was really happening. But then came the certainty, the surrender. It was like years of friendship, care, affection, and hidden feelings finally found a place to explode.

He held your face in both hands, keeping you close, like you were the most precious thing in the world. And deep down, that’s exactly what you were to him.

When you pulled apart, both of you were still smiling, breathless.

— "Is it official now?" — you asked softly.

Gotak nodded.

— "Now it’s forever."

And that night, the silence between you was sealed with a kiss — and a new story was finally beginning.

Thank you to everyone who read this far. ⁠♡

[l5byrinth]

Okay here me out so reader is friends with all of beta squad and Niko and chunks figures out she had a fat crush on Sharky and they start playing matchmaker for her

Matchmakers Extraordinaire - Sharky

When Niko and Chunkz discovers your crush on Sharky, they take it upon themselves to play matchmaker with chaotic, meddling schemes that somehow actually work.

Masterlist.

You've never been great at keeping secrets. At least not when Niko and Chunkz are involved. The two schmucks got this way of reading you like an open book and it doesn't help that they're nosy as hell.

It all starts at one of the usual Beta Squad hangouts, everyone sprawled out in the mansion's living room, arguing over which takeaway to order. You're half-paying attention, mostly watching Sharky from the corner of your eye as he bickers with Kenny over the merits of chicken wings versus pizza.

You don't even notice that your eyes have been lingering a little too long until Niko's stupidly loud laugh startles you. 

"Oi! You tryna undress him with your eyes, or what?" Niko called out with a smug grin, mostly joking at first to get a reaction.

You felt your face flames up instantly. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" You shot back, trying to play it off but it's too late because you saw Chunkz is grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"Ohhhh, I see what's going on" Chunkz as he hummed, nudging Niko with his elbow. 

"Someone's got a little crush on Sharky, huh?" Chunkz added with a smug grin.

"I do not!" You said, too defensively and already feeling the need to disappear into the couch. 

"Yeah, right. You've been eyeing him like he's the last glass of water in the desert. Just admit it" Niko said as he gave you a look so skeptical it almost hurts. 

"You know what this means, right?" Chunkz said while he leans in, voice dropping conspiratorially. 

"What?" You said as you squint at him suspiciously. 

"Matchmaking duties. Don't worry, we've got you" Chunkz said while he grins, all too pleased with himself. 

"Please don't do anything weird--" You said, already feeling your stomach flips. 

"It's already too late" Niko cuts in, and you swear you can see gears turning in his head. 

"By next week, Sharky's gonna be confessing his undying love for you" Niko teased.

"You guys are ridiculous" You said as you rolled your eyes, even as your heart races. 

"Ridiculously good at this. Trust me" Chunkz said as he gave you a wink. 

And from that moment on, your peaceful existence is absolutely ruined. Niko and Chunkz take it upon themselves to set up every possible scenario with multiple trials to get you and Sharky alone together.

Trial number one: The "Accidental" Partner Switch

The Beta Squad decided to film another dumb challenge, some sort of cooking competition that requires partners. It's random as always, but somehow you end up paired with Sharky.

"Wait, I swear I was with Kenny a second ago" Sharky says, glancing around.

"Yeah, but then Kenny said he's got some, uh, chicken-related trauma---can't be around raw meat or something. So you and Y/N, congrats!" Niko said as he smirked, waving his hand dismissively. 

"Chicken-related trauma?" You said with a confused blink. 

"Very tragic. Anyway, you two have fun. Remember, cooperation is key. And, you know, flirting while you cook is always a plus" Chunkz said, backing Niko's ridiculous waffle while he nods solemnly. 

"Why are you always chatting nonsense?" You said but Sharky just laughed. 

"Am I?" Chunkz said while he grins before turning to fiddle with the camera but his wink in your direction doesn't go unnoticed.

Trial number two: The Party Push

It's another one of the chaotic house parties. You're about to make a beeline for the snacks when Chunkz pulls you aside.

"Yo, Sharky's been looking for you" Chunkz said randomly, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Why?" You said as your eyes widen, already getting weird sensations in your stomach. 

"I dunno. Maybe he wants to ask you to dance? Better find him quick, innit?" He shrugs, but there's a glint in his eyes that promised chaos. 

Before you can respond, Chunkz is already steering you toward the living room where Sharky's chatting with some randoms.

"Bruv, you're slacking. Y/N's right here, waiting for you" Niko said as he nudges Sharky hard enough to make him stumble a little. 

"Uh, hey. You wanna... wanna dance or something?" Sharky said as his eyes widen for a moment before keeping composure and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Sure, why not?" You said, with a real genuine smile.

Despite the feeling of being able to murder Chunkz along with Niko, but that awkwardly hopeful look on Sharky's face makes you nod. 

Trial number three: The "Trapped in a Room" Trick

"Can you grab the snacks from the guest room? Thanks!" Niko calls out.

You've barely taken two steps into the room before you hear the door shut behind you.

Turning around, you find Sharky on the other side of the door, looking just as confused. 

"Uh... you looking for snacks too?" Sharky said while awkwardly standing there with not a single coherent thought in his mind.

"Niko told me to come in here for them" You said as you raised an eyebrow. 

"Same... and now the door's locked" Sharky said then letting out a sigh once the sound of the door locking echoes. 

Your phone buzzes, and you glance down at the text from Niko.

"You're both locked in until you sort out your weird tension. You're welcome"

"I'm going to kill him" You said with a groan. 

"He's such a prick. But since we're stuck... might as well keep me entertained, yeah?" Sharky said as he just chuckled, leaning against the wall. 

His smile is charming enough to make you forget your irritation for a moment.

Trial number four: The Coffee Shop Conspiracy

You're running late to meet the boys at a cafe. When you arrive, it's just Sharky sitting there with an empty seat across from him.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, sliding into the seat.

"Oh, they said they were on their way. You want something to drink?" Sharky said.

You nod, and Sharky goes up to order for you and that's when your phone pings. A notification from Chunkz.

"Slight change of plans. It's just you and Sharky today. Call it a date. Have fun! ;)"

Your eyes narrow at the screen but before you can even think about texting them a scathing reply, Sharky's back with your drink and that ridiculously endearing smile.

"Hope I got it right," Sharky said, passing the drink to you.

He did. 

Because of course he remembers.

"Yeah, you did" you said softly, cheeks warm. 

Trial number five: The Successful Set Up

You're not sure how, but somehow you ended up on a little day out with Sharky. Just the two of you.

It started with Niko messaging you, insisting that you had to check out the new rooftop arcade he found because "It's got your name written all over it" And then, of course, Chunkz somehow got Sharky to tag along with a suspiciously similar message.

It's all so obvious you can barely roll your eyes anymore but you're here and it's fun. More than fun, really. The games are great, the view is incredible and Sharky's competitive streak is so entertaining that you almost forget how hard you're crushing on him. Almost.

At some point, the two of you find yourselves sharing a booth at a small diner nearby, drinks in hand, and laughing about how badly Sharky's aim sucks at the basketball arcade game.

"I swear, those hoops were rigged" Sharky insists with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that" You teased. 

"I've seen you trip over your own feet, so I don't think hand-eye coordination's your strong suit either" You added.

Sharky narrows his eyes at you, but it's playful, his smile never really fading. 

"Okay, that's fair. Maybe I'm just more of a thinker than a doer" Sharky said.

"Oh, sure. You just think really hard about missing shots" You said.

"You know, this was... nice. Just us" Sharky said with a laugh, leaning back in the booth, and for a second, his gaze lingers on you. 

The admission feels like a confession and you can't help but swallow nervously. 

"Yeah. It was" You said, feeling the tension rising between you two

His fingers drum against the table before he speaks again, eyes dropping to his drink like he's shy all of a sudden. 

"Would you... want to do this again? Like, just us?" Sharky said, looking at you with the same hopeful expression in his eyes that you can't seem to say no to.

Is he...?

No, he's definitely asking you out. 

"I'd like that" You said, barely keeping your voice steady. 

And his smile could probably light up the whole damn city.

The next time you're all hanging out, you try to keep things casual. Not that it matters because the second you step into the room with Sharky, you know Niko and Chunkz can smell the change.

You barely sit down before Niko's making obnoxious smooching noises and nudging Chunkz with his elbow. 

"Look at them! They're practically glowing. I told you our genius plan would work!" Niko said, vibrating with energy.

"Of course it worked. Who do you think you're talking to? Matchmaking extraordinaire, fam" Chunkz said as he leaned back with the most self-satisfied grin on his face.

"More like 'meddling pricks'" Sharky grumbles, but there's no heat to his words. In fact, he's smiling, too, even when he's pretending to be annoyed.

"You two are the most obvious schemers I've ever seen" You said as you shoved Niko's shoulder, groaning. 

"Obvious but effective" Chunkz counters smoothly. 

"And judging by the fact you two walked in looking all cozy, I'd say you should be thanking us" Chunkz added.

You exchange a glance with Sharky, and his eyes are twinkling with amusement. 

"You know what? Fine. You two get credit" You said.

"YES! That's all I needed. Now, invite me to the wedding, yeah?" Niko said teasingly with a laugh. 

"Okay, slow down, you're still on thin ice" You said with a laugh.

"You say that but you're the one who actually let our schemes work. You're welcome, by the way" Chunkz said as he shrugs. 

Maybe they are obnoxious and nosy and absolutely terrible at subtlety but they're also your friends and maybe, just maybe, they were right this time.

- end -

Hey my lovelies!! Miss me? HAAA

I'm sorry for ghosting you lot, I've been hella busy for monthss 

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[l5byrinth]

A Little Salt, A Lotta Flirt - Chunkz

Summary: You're a special guest in ChefAsylum where you first met Darkest, Harry, and Chunkz.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

You smile nervously at the camera as you step into the Footasylum kitchen. Your apron is tied, your ingredients are prepped, and your confidence is hanging on by a single, overcooked spaghetti strand.

You glance to the left.

Harry Pinero. Suave, tall, and he looks like he knows where the camera is at all times.

To the right?

Darkest. Mischievous smile, already sipping juice like he knows he's about to roast you within an inch of your life.

And in the middle...

Chunkz

May God have mercy on your soul.

He's smiling, dimples on full display, eyes locked on you like you're the actual main course. You immediately forget how to stand. 

Do legs bend? 

Are knees supposed to do this? 

Is this blood rushing to your face? 

Or did you just catch fire from the way he looked at you?

"Hi" You said.

Hi??? 

That's all you got???

Not "Hope you're hungry" or "Let's cook up some chemistry"?? 

Nah, just hi????

He leans back in his seat, eyes not leaving you for a second.

"You're looking like a whole Michelin star already" Chunkz said, voice smoother than the butter they have in store

Instant combustion.

You laugh awkwardly, a weird wheeze-cough hybrid that should honestly disqualify you from public life.

The kitchen lights were a little too bright. The cameras a little too close. Your nerves? Absolutely fried. You adjusted your clothes again for the third time, fidgeting with the strings like it was gonna save you.

As the camera started rolling, you heard laughter, the easy kind, the kind you always wished you could blend into.

And then, you heard him.

Chunkz's laugh, the very same rich, effortless, warm laugh. Like it belonged somewhere safe. Somewhere soft.

You peeked over your shoulder and instantly caught his eye. He was already looking at you. 

Not in a polite way. Not in a "Oh cool, new person" way. In a slow head-to-toe, bite-the-bottom-lip, lean-back-in-his-chair-because-he's-enjoying-the-view kinda way.

You looked away first. Obviously. You weren't built to survive that eye contact because what the fuck was that seriously? Who holds that eye contact for long and look really nonchalant about it like it was something normal for him?

"Alright! Today's special chef" Harry announced, gesturing to you. 

"--is gonna be cooking for these three legends!" Harry added.

Harry Pinero clapped once followed by Darkest and Chunkz beside him, sarcastic and loud. 

"Hope you can cook, man. Otherwise, this is gonna be a hostile environment" Harry said.

"Don't watch him. Just make sure my plate's bigger than his" Darkest said as he smiled over his drink. 

And Chunkz?

Chunkz didn't say anything at first.

Just gave you that slow, lopsided grin.

"You ready for me, yeah?" Chunkz said, calmly.

You blinked, having a moment of malfunctioning.

For you?

FOR YOU???

"What? I mean not specifically you" You said, pretending to focus on the cutting board.

"Of course" Chunkz said, chuckled under his breath. 

You fucked up the general knowledge question but somehow got a decent ingredients and you got to work, pretending not to feel the heat of three sets of eyes following every move you made.

The first five minutes were manageable. Until the knife slipped and a tomato went flying across the counter. To be fair, the knife was horror.

You gasped. Harry leaned over to Darkest, stage-whispering loud enough for everyone to hear.

"That tomato just filed for early retirement" Harry said, looking offended like he was the tomato itself.

Darkest choked on his water and Chunkz was just laughing, forehead resting against his hand like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Don't worry" Chunkz said, his voice way too soft for this chaotic environment. 

"Everyone needs a little warming up" Chunkz added.

And then, looking you dead in the eye.

"I'm patient. So, take your time, beautiful" Chunkz said.

"Yeah, lost your mind" Darkest said next to him as he laughed.

You nearly dropped the knife next.

You pretend to be unbothered. Cool. Chill. Unfazed but your hands are shaking like you're about to defuse a bomb instead of stirring curry.

"Why you holding the spoon like that? It's not a microphone" Darkest said as he clocked it immediately.

"They're singing for help" Harry said, without missing a beat. 

You try to flip them off with your eyes. Doesn't work.

"Don't worry, I got you. I'll be your sous chef... or your husband. Whichever works" Chunkz  said softly and grins. 

WHO ALLOWED HIM TO SAY THAT???

"Oh my god, he's actually moving mad" Harry said, gasping dramatically as he low-key smacked Darkest.

You dropped the spoon, It clangs like it's exposing you.

You are now operating on auto-pilot. You can feel him watching as you cook, which is fantastic because nothing says sexy like stress-sweating while chopping onions.

Then he appears next to you. Like... right next to you.

Did he teleport?? 

How did he get there so fast?? 

When did the laws of physics stop applying to him??

"Need a hand?" he asked, moving to your side without waiting for an answer. His shoulder brushed yours, just enough for you to feel the heat.

You tried to focus on the pan, you tried so hard.

Sir.

Sir, you might need a therapy.

"That smells nice" Chunkz murmurs, eyes flicking to your face.

"And the food's decent too" Chunkz added as he leaned down, pretending to inspect your work.

"Seasoning's good" Chunkz said lowly, so only you could hear.

"But you're looking better" Chunkz added.

You whipped your head around to glare at him, scandalized but he was already smirking, knowing exactly what he was doing.

HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.

YOU ARE BLUSHING SO HARD YOU MIGHT COOK YOURSELF.

Darkest caught it.

"God forbid you let them cook in peace, bruv" Darkest called out.

"Man's tryna be the side dish" Darkest added with a laugh.

"Don't worry about me, man" Chunkz said with a smug smile.

When you finally started putting the dish together. Slightly less clumsily because your inner monologue has officially left the building.

When the food was finally plated, you wiped your hands on your apron, heart hammering.

Eventually, food gets made. Somehow.

Plated, served, looking halfway edible.

You step back, breathing like you just ran a marathon.

This was it, judgement day.

Darkest took the first bite. Chewed thoughtfully.

"Okay... okay..." Darkest said, nodding slowly. 

"This is edible, I'm genuinely shocked" Darkest added.

"Don't even try it, this is nice" Harry said as he shoved him playfully. 

They argued for a bit, in the way guys do when they don't know how to give real compliments.

But Chunkz? Chunkz just watched you, swirling his fork lazily through his food without taking a bite yet.

You raised an eyebrow.

"You scared?" You teased, finally feeling a little bit brave.

Chunkz grinned.

"Nah" Chunkz said, leaning forward on his elbows, gaze heavy. 

"Just savoring the view before I tuck in" Chunkz added.

You blinked.

"Oh no, get him a leash" Darkest said as he coughed violently into his napkin. 

"Signing his life away, mad" Harry said as he just shook his head, pretending to fill out imaginary marriage papers on his plate. 

Chunkz just stared at you, fork swirling dramatically through the rice.

"I haven't even tried it yet" Chunkz said.

"I'm still full from watching you all day" Chunkz added.

EXCUSE. ME.

You choked on air. 

"Someone take his mic, man" Darkest mutters 

"Man's flirting like he's trying to get tax benefits" Harry said as he grabs his phone like he's live-tweeting. 

Chunkz shrugs, still looking at you.

"I'm just saying" Chunkz said, softer now. 

"You walk into the kitchen looking like that, of course I'm hungry" Chunkz added.

Your brain went. blown fuse. rebooting. system not found.

But for once, they didn't shout. They didn't ruin it. They just let you two... sit there. Eyes locked. Playing with fire.

Chunkz finally lifted his fork, took a bite and let out a noise that made your entire soul combust.

"Yeah" Chunkz said, eyes twinkling. 

"You're dangerous" Chunkz added. 

After filming wrapped and the cameras stopped rolling. The crew packed up. You're pretending to clean just to delay leaving. Harry and Darkest wandered off somewhere, giving you a suspicious amount of space.

You lingered by the counter, pretending to tidy up. Chunkz came up behind you, close enough to feel the warmth of his body but not quite touching but it felt like personal space is now a myth

"You did good" Chunkz said.

"Real good, impressed me" Chunkz added.

"Thanks, you weren't too bad at... distracting me" You said with a smile, looking down.

"Let me make it up to you then" Chunkz said as he let out a small smile.

"You free after this?" Chunkz asked casually, almost too casual.

"Depends, why?" You said as you glanced over your shoulder, heart stuttering.

"Thinking maybe... we skip the cameras next time. You cook for me proper, no distractions" Chunkz said as he shrugged, smiling like he already knew the answer.

You tried to play it cool. Tried so hard but you turned too fast and bumped into him.

And he didn't move back. He just stood there. Close enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne, something fresh and warm and way too unfair.

"You down?" Chunkz asked again, voice low.

"Depends" You said, pretending to think. 

"You still gonna flirt with me the whole time?" You asked with a genuine smile.

"Babe, if you think this was flirting.." Chunkz said, stepping closer, voice dropping

"Wait until there's no cameras" Chunkz said as his grin returned, wider this time.

You swallowed hard. 

 He pulled out his phone, tapping it against your arm. 

"Put your number in, I'll send you a proper invite. Dress code.. cute aprons only" Chunkz said.

 You laughed, taking the phone. Chunkz grinned, slow and real.

"You bringing the same game you brought today?" You asked teasingly.

"Better" Chunkz said. 

"Tonight, I'm bringing dessert too" Chunkz added pointing to himself with a smirk.

You were seconds away from saying something stupid like "YES I WILL BEAR YOUR CHILDREN" instead you blacked out. Emotionally. Spiritually. Thermally.

You nodded, weakly. Because speech has abandoned you.

You knew exactly what he meant and when he brushed his fingers lightly against yours like casual and like it didn't mean anything, you knew you were completely finished.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Actually? No notes today, just the same reminder.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[l5byrinth]

I genuinely love your writing! After you posted the weak class hero 2 fic I need more. When you’re not too busy ( and please take your time, take care of yourself ) can I request what the guys small romantic gestures would be? I just need anything fluffy for the guys, especially Baekjin. You write for him so well and he needs more representation. Thank you bunches! Have a good day!

Masterlists: Weak Hero | Dramas | Kpop

Weak Hero Class 2 Boyfriends x gn! Reader, Headcanons [2.38k]

I will never cease to be amazed by the kindness of strangers. <3 Thank you so much, Anon. I hope this answer to your request meets your expectations. And as a fellow Baekjin lover, I made his part just a little longer. Enjoy!

Warnings - None.

Si-Eun

Lends you his hoodies, often making sure that he has gently worn it first so it smells like him. He also leaves notes in the pockets sometimes so you can find them later. Usually they just say something like “There’s no rush to give it back.” Or, he simply draws a little heart on a small folded up piece of paper.

Whether you’re standing or sitting together, he does it close enough to you so at least some part of you is touching. Sieun isn’t always affectionate, but he does like to have that little bit of contact with you in most settings.

If he wants to see you, he calls and just says “I miss you.” Good luck getting anything more than that out of him though lol.

He enjoys music and makes playlists for you based on either songs that he thinks you’ll like, or songs that make him think of you.

Especially if you’re tired or upset, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. He is careful to be still and not make any movements (or say anything) that might deter you from leaning on him. He shows his support in quiet ways.

Sien has a habit of telling you “It’s okay” a lot because he never wants you to feel like you’re being too much for him or that mistakes you make hold any real weight. 

He gives you somewhat of a ‘heads up’ when his dad isn’t going to be home for longer periods of time so you feel more encouraged/comfortable visiting him. He definitely drops subtle hints that he wants you to come around.

It doesn’t matter if you’re paying attention or not. Sieun is always staring at/watching you and doesn’t get intimidated if you catch him in the act. 

This boy literally has a designated, tiny little notebook that he keeps on him at all times so he can record and take notes about things that you say. You might talk about things that you like or need, even places you want to visit. He writes it all down (but this he does in secret).

He is not above doing your homework for you if you’re exhausted or not feeling well.

♡

Baku

He is always taking pictures of you with his phone. Half the time, you don’t even know he’s doing it. His camera roll is just full of pics- ranging from you posing on dates, to candid off-guard shots where you’re partially blurry. Lol he doesn’t care, he keeps them all. And late at night when he can’t sleep, he just scrolls through them with a big cheesy grin.

Constantly showers you with compliments and tells you every day how perfect he thinks you are. It’s always something like “My baby looks so pretty today.”

Sometimes, he really plays up the drama and will pretend that he’s burning up as you walk into the room. He pulls at his collar and swipes his brow, faking being out of breath as he says “You’re just too hot. I can’t stand it.”

Baku frequently tells you that he’s proud of you and praises you for any little accomplishment.

Introduces you to his friends and people on his team because he is so proud that you’re his and he wants everyone to know.

Any time he wins some sort of award for sports, he runs straight to you to show you and let you hold onto it for him. He likes sharing his passions with you and wants you to have pride in him as well.

Because he is strong, he can literally sweep you off your feet and likes doing it to surprise you/make you laugh. 

He got you flowers once for your birthday and adored your reaction to them so much that he now just buys them for you randomly. In his mind, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to celebrate you.

Cooks chicken just for you at his dad’s restaurant. He even lets you watch him do it and jokes that “There’s nothing I’m not good at.”

Sings to you to cheer you up, often in a goofy way. But he’s actually a good singer and sometimes uses it to his advantage so he can soothe you or lull you to sleep.

♡

Hyun-Tak

He is attentive to how you’re feeling. If he senses you’re cold, he gives you his jacket. If you’re hot, he’s running to a convenience store to buy you a cold drink or is looking for something to use so you can tie your hair up. He just knows and does whatever he can to remedy situations.

Tells you he loves you at the most random times ever. You could be brushing your teeth and he just looks at you in awe and says it out of nowhere.

If you tell him you can’t hang out because you have chores or important things to do, he offers to do them with/for you. He just wants to be with you, no matter what you’re doing.

Hyuntak never shows up to meet you empty handed. He always has one of your favorite snacks on him. 

Every single day, he sends you a good morning/goodnight text. He wants to be the first and last person that you talk to and tries to check on you throughout the day too. On days that he doesn’t get to see you, he insists that you Facetime.

He’s really good at planning dates, even down to the details like weather, times, and what he thinks you should wear (likes to try to coordinate couple outfits too). He reminds you to wear sunscreen, bring a jacket, or not fill up on snacks so you can enjoy the meal he has planned.

If you’re parting ways for the day and kiss each other goodbye, he always asks for “just one more”... and another, and another until you’re giggling and swatting him away.

Hyuntak comes up with silly nicknames for you based on what you look like, how you act, etc. For example, if you have a ‘bunny’ face (see korean animal face types), he calls you something like “my little fuzzy bunny”, “baby bunny”, “bun bun”. Depending on what it is, he might only call you it in private lol.

Gives you piggy back rides whenever you want.

Makes it a point to learn about your friends and family to not just get to know you, but know them too. He wants to be involved in all aspects of your life.

♡

Jun-Tae

He refuses to let you tie your own shoelaces lol. Even if you’re already halfway crouched, he’s pulling you back up and getting on a knee before you can protest.

Goes out of his way to smooth down your hair or pick lint off of your clothes. He notices all of the small details.

You already know, Juntae is all about buying vitamins and things of that nature for you. He knows so much about ways to maintain health and just wants to take care of you! Of course, this also means that he is the best caretaker when you are sick or injured.

Consent KING!! He always asks before making any sort of move on you. “Can I kiss you? Can we hold hands? Do you want a hug?” His ultimate goal is for you to be comfortable around him.

Loves to hold your hand and kiss the back of it while your fingers are still interlocked.

Lets you borrow absolutely anything of his; whether it be a manga, a shirt, money, gum, etc. Half the time, he probably tells you to just keep it cause he thinks that his job is to help provide anything and everything you need as long as he is able.

Shares his favorite book/movie/show characters with you and gives you recommendations for media that he thinks you would enjoy. To him, it’s important that both of you talk about and exchange things that you’re passionate about.

This would definitely happen in more of a private place; he might be too shy to do it in front of anyone else. But Juntae gives the best head scratches and back scratches. Something about his light, gentle touch brings you so much comfort. And he can do it for hours, not stopping even if you totally fall asleep. 

Lets you pick off of his plate or he takes some of his food and puts it onto yours, especially if he wants you to have more of a certain food that you like to eat. 

Is the type to use his hand to prevent you from bumping your head on hard surfaces. Also is a chivalrous king and opens/holds doors for you.

♡

Seong-Je

Sometimes, if he’s in a particularly good mood, he lets you win the online game you’re playing with him.

Lowkey fucks with you, teasing you by tapping one shoulder to make you look behind it- only for you to see that he’s not there and he is instead smirking behind the other shoulder.

He doesn’t give them often, and definitely not in front of anyone else. But Seongje does give you forehead kisses. Typically they’re pretty quick, almost as if he’s embarrassed. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

He makes you install an app on your phone so he can always see what your location is. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s tethered on a leash, so he probably wouldn’t allow you to ask the same of him. Although, he does regularly give you the courtesy of verbally letting you know where he is going to be because he wants you to be able to find him if you need him. 

He sometimes puts his glasses on you just to tease you about how funny and cute you look in them. He mayyy or may not also take a picture of you like that and use it for your contact photo in his phone (don’t tell him I told you that).

Shockingly, he is pretty good at remembering things you tell him. It’s not all the time that he’s actually doing anything with the information he retains, but he does surprise you by recalling details you hadn’t expected him to care about.

If you feel unsafe for any reason and want him to stay with you, he will. He’ll stay the whole night if that’s what you want. He has a certain pride in being someone that you look to for protection.

He looks out for you by telling you things like “Don’t stay up too late”, “Don’t skip dinner”, or “Go straight home.” 

He absolutely will complain about you asking him to carry your backpack, phone, etc. But in the same breath he’s also saying, “Just give it to me.”

Is open about how much money he makes from all of his ‘jobs’ and tells you to let him know if there’s anything that you want him to buy for you. He doesn’t mind getting stuff for you here and there.

♡

Baek-Jin

He’s a busy guy, to say the least. So as much as he tries to nourish your relationship with real dates, sometimes he has to spend time with you during the more mundane parts of his life. That means he invites you to study, or even just spend the night with him so he can have eight uninterrupted hours with you somehow.

Tells you things when you’re asleep that he feels unable to say when you’re awake. It’s just easier for him to express himself in a way that isn’t as vulnerable. “You have no idea what you mean to me” or “I hope that on the other side of this, you will still be with me.”

It’s a very cute gesture that he would only ever do for you, but he makes pinky promises. And one thing is for sure: he never breaks a pinky promise he has with you. Usually, he promises something simple like going on at least one date a week. But sometimes, it’s more serious and he swears that he won’t get hurt or something of that nature.

Baekjin is also always 100% honest with you. He sees no reason not to be fully transparent unless it is to protect you from something that you don’t need to know about. But he is loyal, faithful, and focused on doing what he is able to do in order to keep you happy.

He does his best to give you his undivided attention, but sometimes you do have to ask for it. Since he has so much going on, it might take a simple “Baekjin, I need you right now” before he is pushing everything aside and prioritizing your wellbeing.

When he can’t keep an eye on you himself, he has some of his men do it and report back to him. But they are under strict orders not to disturb you or let you know that you’re being watched.

He personally escorts you home as often as he can. Additionally, he is very protective and walks on the sidewalk closest to the street, always with a hand on the small of your back.

He gives hugs where one arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand reaches up to cradle the back of your head. Depending on the day, his hugs are longer lasting. As for kisses, he lightly grabs your chin and looks into your eyes for a moment before connecting his lips with yours.

More common than his hugs and kisses, he likes to pet your head or run his hand down your back, your arm, etc. It’s a simpler form of affection that is easier for him to give, but it still says a lot.

He tells you often that he wishes for you to live as normal of a life as possible. You may have chosen him as your partner, which comes with its own unique set of challenges purely because of the business he's involved with. But he stresses that you should still have your own aspirations and healthy things that you want to do with your life.

[l5byrinth]

gotak x f!reader

a/n: just finishing watch S2 and the ending?!?!

warnings: spoilers from whc2

Masterlist

it had been a few months since you first met si-eun’ other friends. they all had very different personalities yet, somehow it worked. they accepted you with open arms when si-eun finally introduced you to them.

gotak in particular was very welcoming with you. he was charming, a little reckless, and he had this way of making everything feel like a game. when you’d hang out both you and si-eun had often rolled your eyes at his teasing—he was relentless. he constantly flirted with you in the most absurd ways and you soon grew accustomed to the way gotak’ attention drifted to you like some kind of magnetic force whenever when you were around.

at first, you’d tried to shut him down politely, then firmly, and eventually, you just ignored him.his playful winks and over-the-top comments weren’t even enough to faze you anymore. it wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive. he was. but you had no interest in getting caught up within his antics. however, some days proved harder than others.

"you’re so cold” gotak teased, his voice dripping with amusement “you know one of these days, you're gonna fall for me, and i’ll be there to remind you i was right from the beginning”

“keep dreaming” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to humour him.

“trust me i will” he reached an arm to poke your side. this was something you always hated so you responded with an elbow into his stomach.

he let out an amused laugh as he was satisfied that he’d pushed your buttons.

it was a regular evening when everything changed. you and si-eun were walking together in a comfortable silence. you had an airpod in your ear and you both began to cross the road.

you hadn’t noticed until you were on the other side of the road but si-eun was no longer beside you. when you turned to see where he was, he was still in the middle of the road.

phone upto his ear, his facial expression unreadable and within a second it happened. the sound of a truck beeping and then a loud sickening thud followed.

your chest tightened and the world seemed to slow down in a rush of adrenaline. your eyes widened as si-eun laid on the floor unconscious.

he’d been hit by a truck.

“si-eun! stay with me, you’re going to be okay” you yelled as you ran into the road towards his body. you then crouched down beside him as you called for an ambulance.

it felt like hours before they arrived and then you were in the hospital waiting room. it was cold,sterile and suffocating. you held your hoodie around yourself trying to hold it all together. you felt numb.

your hands were shaky as you called jun-tae, you mentioned that something had happened to si-eun and you knew he would pass along the message and your phone soon flooded with messages from your friends saying they were on their way.

the minutes of waiting felt like hours, each minute more agonizing than the last. you’de barely registered the footsteps approaching before you heard the familiar voice of gotak.

“y/n, what happened?” his tone was a lot sharper than usual, his usual teasing replaced by genuine concern.

you head immediately shot up at his voice and you didn’t know how to answer him. your lip quivered as you felt your throat tightening.

you wanted to speak but it’s like the words were trapped inside your throat. gotak noticed this and he took a step closer. concern washed on his face.

“it’s ok, take your time” his voice was soft and tears brimmed your eyes as you looked at him.

“si-eun, he-” you tried speaking but instead burst into tears.

gotak instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. his hug was protective, warm and almost as if he was trying to shield you from everything. your body stiffened at first but as soon as you felt yourself relax, you then immediately let it all out, unable to stay strong any longer.

his chin rested a top of your head and he didn’t at any point let go.

“it’s okay, im here” his voice was low but comforting “you don’t have to go through this alone”

you remained in his arms for a few minutes more and when you finally calmed down, you slowly pulled away but gotak was hesitant to let you go.

“you’re strong and si-eun. he’ll get through this, ok?” the softness in his voice was something you’d never heard before. it made tour heart ache in ways you least expected.

gotak, who never usually took anything seriously was here and you were now seeing him in a completely different light. he wasn’t just the guy who teased you relentlessly; he was someone who cared, deeply, in his own way.

thenext few days were a blur. you spent most of your time at the hospital, waiting for any sign of improvement from si-eun. gotak was always there, sometimes by your side, sometimes just quietly sitting across the room, his presence comforting regardless.

but you then started to notice the subtle changes in him—the way he no longer flirted with you, the way he would reach out with a soft touch or offer quiet words of support when you needed them most.

hewas there, not as the guy who teased you, but as someone who understood the gravity of the situation. who understood what you currently needed.

one evening, as you sat in the hospital’s waiting area, gotak approached you, looking unusually serious. he stood in front of you for a moment, then hesitated before sitting beside you.

“i’ve been thinking a lot, you know?” he began, his voice uncertain “about everything.”

you glanced at him, surprised by his tone.

“i know i’ve been… an idiot. flirting, teasing you all the time. i guess i thought it was just fun, you know? seeing how riled up you’d get sometimes” he then paused, running a hand through his hair “but, honestly, i don’t want to just be some joke anymore. i want to be here for you. i just don’t know how else to say it.”

your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, realizing he was being completely genuine.

“gotak” you whispered, your voice barely audible “what are you saying?”

he shifted closer, his eyes softening “i’m saying i care about you, more than just as friends. i want to be with you in any way you want me. whether it’s a friend or more..”

you didn’t know what to say at first. everything inside you felt tangled, emotions running high. you had seen this side of gotak, but you hadn’t expected it to come out this way.

“you’ve been nothing but amazing to me, you make me feel so cared for and i care for you too” your voice was shaky.

a silence then fell between you both, the weight of your words hanging in the air. gotak then smiled—a genuine, soft smile. he reached out, his hand brushing against yours.

your heart beating fast.

in that moment, everything changed.

as the days passed and si-eun recovered, gotak and you found something new in each other. something more than what had been there before. the teasing and flirtation remained but was overtaken by something deeper, something real.

one evening after a long day, gotak finally leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss. his hands cupped your face as he pulled you in closer. you didn’t resist, instead you melted into the kiss, savouring the moment.

when he pulled back, he smiled, his eyes soft with sincerity which cause you to grin aswell.

“i’ve fallen for you” he confessed “more than i thought i ever could”

“me too” you admitted and he leaned his forehead onto yours and you both linked your fingers together.

“i told you so” the seriousness in his voice disappeared and his usual teasing tone returned “i was right from the beginning”

you let out a laugh, gently shaking your head “whatever”

you playfully rolled your eyes and pulled back from him dramatically to try and make a point but gotak pulled you back in.

“go on, admit it” he smirked and you couldn’t stop smiling.

you really had fallen for gotak.

hard.