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INTERTWINED | HAN TAESAN

PAIRING: brother’s friend! han taesan x fem! reader

SUMMARY: Y/n had never officially met her brother’s friends. All she knew about them came from the echo of laughter, thundering footsteps, and the occasional crash of something toppling over whenever they visited. They were loud—loud enough to shake the walls of her room and drown out her music. One particularly chaotic afternoon, the noise downstairs reached a level she could no longer ignore. With a sigh of exasperation and curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n crept out of her room and tiptoed toward the staircase. Peeking over the railing, she finally laid eyes on the infamous group that had turned her home into a mini warzone of sound. That moment marked her first real encounter with Sungho’s friends—though she didn’t expect to take a liking to one of them.

GENRE: brother’s friend trope, fluff, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

A/N: the first part of this imagine is actually taken from a sunghoon ff that i never published on wattpad--ALSO, TAESAN RED HAIR and Boynextdoor comeback 😩

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Taesan and Y/n had been dating since senior year in high school. But when Y/n first met him, she was convinced he didn’t like her at all.

Fifteen-year-old Y/n let out an exasperated sigh as the loud voices from the living room echoed up the stairs. Her older brother, Sungho, had his friends over again—and they were anything but quiet.

She tried her best to focus on the textbook in front of her, eyes skimming over the same sentence for the fifth time. Another round of cheers erupted downstairs, and she shut her eyes in frustration. With a small groan, she closed her textbook, stood up, and tiptoed out of her room.

Peeking from the top of the staircase, she spotted her brother and three of his friends—Riwoo, Leehan, and another boy she didn’t recognize—lounging across the couch and floor of the living room. Before she could slip back into her room, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Sungho called out, jogging toward the door.

He opened it to reveal two more friends, Jaehyun and Taesan.

The moment Taesan stepped inside, his eyes immediately flicked to the staircase—where Y/n was still standing. He nudged Jaehyun, who followed his gaze. Y/n’s eyes widened when she accidentally made eye contact with Jaehyun, and she bolted back into her room.

“Dude!” Jaehyun exclaimed dramatically. “I think I just saw a ghost at the top of your stairs!”

Sungho laughed, closing the door behind them as Jaehyun clung to Taesan’s arm in mock fear. Riwoo, ever dramatic, immediately latched onto Leehan.

“You probably just saw my sister,” Sungho said with a chuckle, taking a seat next to Leehan again.

Jaehyun released Taesan and raised an eyebrow. “You have a sister?”

All the boys turned to Sungho in surprise, clearly intrigued.

Rolling his eyes, Sungho stood back up and walked toward the stairs. “Y/n! Can you come down for a bit?”

From behind her closed door, Y/n heard him. She hesitated before cracking her door open, her footsteps light as she padded toward the stairs.

“My friends want to meet you. Just for a second,” Sungho coaxed.

Y/n peeked around the corner, clearly nervous. Sungho laughed softly at her hesitant expression. The other boys exchanged confused glances.

“Are you guys… talking telepathically or something?” Riwoo joked.

Sungho shook his head. “She’s just a little shy.”

Y/n tugged the hood of her oversized sweatshirt—Sungho’s, of course—over her head and took a deep breath before sticking it out. The large hood covered most of her face, and her long black hair only added to the mystery, falling like a curtain over her features. She gave a tiny wave.

“Hi! I’m Jaehyun—the coolest one, obviously,” Jaehyun grinned, earning groans from the others.

“I’m Riwoo! Nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I’m Leehan!”

The boys turned expectantly to Taesan, but he remained seated, his gaze fixed on Y/n. His expression was unreadable—maybe even a little cold.

Y/n shifted under his stare, shrinking back slightly.

“That’s Taesan,” Sungho explained. “He’s kinda quiet.”

Sungho nudged Y/n to introduce herself. She gave him a frown but stepped forward slightly.

“H-hello, I’m Y/n. Sungho’s sister,” she said softly.

The boys leaned in.

“Sorry, what was that? Can you say it just a bit louder?” Jaehyun asked kindly.

Y/n sighed, cleared her throat, and tried again.

“Hello. I’m Sungho’s sister, Y/n.”

This time, the boys smiled and nodded. Sungho gave her a thumbs up.

“Okay, you can go back to your room now, Y/n,” he said.

Y/n let out a quiet breath of relief. She gave the group a final glance. Most of them waved or smiled at her—but Taesan still hadn’t smiled. His stare was sharp and unreadable.

Unnerved, Y/n quickly looked away and hurried back up the stairs.

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After that first meeting, Y/n started seeing Sungho’s friends everywhere. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. But then, Taesan began showing up in the most unexpected places—especially around her.

Like during lunch.

Y/n was sitting alone at her usual table. Her best friend, Wonyoung, was out sick with a cold, leaving her to eat by herself. She didn’t mind too much, but the silence felt unusually loud that day.

She was absentmindedly picking at her lunch when a shadow appeared over her tray. She looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Taesan standing there, holding his own lunch.

“U-uh, what are you d-doing?” she stammered, blinking up at him.

Taesan didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her and began eating, eyes focused on his tray.

Y/n continued staring at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, he looked up.

“Are you not going to eat? Lunch is almost over.”

Startled, she blinked again and slowly began eating, her mind spinning with questions.

Why was he sitting with her?

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

What did he want?

That silent lunch together? It was just the beginning.

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Sophomore year was when Y/n’s feelings for Taesan began to blossom.

Sungho’s friends were always hanging around her, but it was the way Taesan treated her that made falling for him feel inevitable.

It was Sports Day at school, and Y/n was up for the three-legged relay race with Wonyoung. She stood at the starting line, nervously fidgeting with the baton in her hand, her leg already tied to Wonyoung’s.

Wonyoung nudged her lightly. “Hey, look. It’s your brother and his loud friends—they must’ve just finished their tug-of-war match.”

Y/n glanced toward the direction Wonyoung pointed. There stood Sungho and his friends, still a little breathless from their event, waving wildly and holding up handmade signs with Y/n’s name scribbled across them in colorful markers. Her cheeks burned instantly at the scene.

“Woohoo! Let’s go, Y/n!” Jaehyun shouted, practically shaking the sign above his head. Wonyoung burst into laughter beside her while Y/n covered her face in embarrassment.

But as her eyes wandered across the group, they landed on him—Taesan. Amid the chaos, he wasn’t shouting or jumping. He simply smiled and mouthed, “Good luck.”

Her heart did a quiet flip.

The whistle blew, and she snapped back to the present.

Y/n and Wonyoung moved in near-perfect sync, their arms locked together and steps aligned with practiced rhythm. They were in the lead, cheers erupting from both sides of the field. But just as they rounded the final curve, two figures from Class 2A—Jung Hyejin and Park Minsoul—caught up beside them.

Before Y/n could even react, Jung Hyejin reached out and shoved her sharply.

Y/n stumbled, hitting the ground with a rough thud as her knee scraped against the gravel. She bit her lip hard, trying not to cry out.

“Oopsies. Sorry,” Jung Hyejin said with a smug smile, not even breaking stride.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Wonyoung asked frantically, crouching to help her up.

With clenched teeth, Y/n nodded and pushed through the pain, letting Wonyoung guide her back up. Despite the setback, they managed to finish their leg of the race and pass the baton to their teammates.

When their final runner crossed the finish line just ahead of Class 2A, Y/n and Wonyoung threw their arms around each other in exhausted triumph.

But as Y/n landed back on her feet, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her ankle.

“Ah!” she yelped, instinctively grabbing her leg.

Wonyoung’s expression turned panicked. “You’re hurt—Y/n, sit down. I’ll get the nurse—”

But before either of them could move, someone was already crouching in front of Y/n.

“Get on,” Taesan said, turning his head toward her. His voice was steady, but his gaze flicked anxiously to her ankle.

Y/n blinked in surprise. “W-What?”

“I’ll take you to the nurse,” he repeated, more softly this time.

Still dazed, Y/n hesitated until Wonyoung nudged her with a knowing smile. She climbed onto Taesan’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. The crowd around them parted as he made his way through, his pace careful but steady.

Y/n buried her face in the crook of his neck, partly from the embarrassment of all the stares—but also, quietly, because it just felt safe there. She didn’t see the way Taesan’s ears turned bright red the moment her hair brushed his cheek, the faint scent of her peach-scented shampoo making his heart race faster than it ever did on the field.

Inside the empty nurse’s office, Taesan gently lowered her onto one of the beds.

“The nurse isn’t here,” he muttered, scanning the cabinets. After a moment, he pulled out a first aid kit and returned to her side.

“Hold still,” he said, crouching in front of her again.

“Ah—” Y/n winced as he slid off her shoe.

“Sorry,” he murmured. His touch was careful, his brows furrowed in concentration as he examined her now-swollen ankle. The purple bruising was already beginning to spread. He dabbed ointment gently across it before wrapping the bandage with skillful hands and tying it off with a neat knot.

Y/n’s face was warm with unspoken feelings as she watched him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Taesan looked up at her and offered a small, reassuring smile. Her heart skipped a beat.

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Junior year was when Taesan discovered Y/n’s feelings.

She was out with Sungho on one of their occasional sibling days, walking through town when she spotted a familiar face across the street.

“Oh look, there’s Taesan,” Sungho said, pointing.

Y/n’s heart jolted in her chest. She looked over just as a shorter girl ran up to Taesan and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Y/n felt her breath catch, an unfamiliar tightness blooming in her chest.

“Tae—”

Before Sungho could call out to him, Y/n tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go,” she said quickly.

Sungho gave her a confused look but nodded.

The next day, Y/n found herself lost in thought, still replaying the moment from yesterday. The image of Taesan hugging another girl clung to her like a shadow. She walked the hallways with her head down, not even noticing where she was going—until she bumped hard into someone.

She rubbed her forehead, groaning. “Ugh…”

“Y/n?”

She looked up and froze. It was him.

Taesan smiled. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, forcing a wave. “Yeah. I’m gonna head to class.”

Before he could respond, she stepped around him and hurried away.

Throughout the day, Y/n avoided him like a mission. She skipped lunch, stayed in her classroom, and even took alternate routes between periods. But Taesan noticed. And it bugged him.

After school, Y/n waited by the gates for Sungho, hoping to slip away unnoticed.

“Y/n!” a voice called out.

She turned to see Choi Hyunwoo, a classmate, jogging over with her notebook in hand.

“You left this behind in class,” he said, handing it over.

“Oh! Thanks, Hyunwoo,” she said with a smile.

From a distance, Sungho and his friends walked out, Jaehyun spotting them first.

“Oh hey, there’s Y/n! Wait—who’s that guy she’s with?” he asked.

They looked over just in time to see Hyunwoo say goodbye and walk off, leaving Y/n smiling after him. Taesan’s jaw tightened.

“Pretty sure that’s her classmate,” Sungho muttered as they approached.

Taesan couldn’t tear his eyes away from her smile.

“Oooo, who was that?” Jaehyun teased.

“Hyunwoo. He’s in my class,” Y/n replied.

Taesan rolled his eyes.

The walk to Sungho and Y/n’s house was quiet—at least on her part. She avoided walking near Taesan, switching her pace constantly to make sure they didn’t end up side by side. Every time he tried to speak, she turned to someone else. Taesan’s patience wore thin with each silent rejection.

As they reached her front gate, Taesan reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “You guys go ahead. I need to talk to Y/n.”

Sungho raised a brow but shrugged, walking in with the others.

Once they were alone, Y/n tried pulling her hand back, but Taesan held on.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, eyes focused anywhere but on him.

Taesan took a step closer. “Do you like that classmate of yours?”

Y/n scowled, finally meeting his gaze. “Why does it matter? That’s none of your business.”

Taesan’s expression hardened. “You seemed pretty close. Maybe he likes you.”

Her frustration flared. “Why do you even care what me and Hyunwoo do?”

Something flickered in Taesan’s eyes at the way she said it—me and Hyunwoo.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about the girl you were with yesterday?” she snapped before she could stop herself.

Taesan blinked, stunned. “Girl?”

He suddenly looked amused. “You mean… my sister?”

Y/n’s heart dropped. “Sister?”

“Yeah. She was visiting for the weekend,” he said. “Wait—did you see us?”

Y/n looked down, mortified.

Realization hit Taesan like a truck, and a sly grin spread across his face.

“Were you… jealous?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No!”

“Do you like me?” he asked, eyes glittering with amusement.

Her face turned crimson.

“I—I’m going inside!” she stammered, spinning on her heel and rushing toward the door.

Behind her, Taesan’s laughter rang out through the evening air.

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The beginning of senior year was when Y/n and Taesan officially started dating.

And from the moment Taesan found out Y/n liked him, the teasing never stopped.

“So, when did you first start liking me? Don’t be shy.”

“So when you blushed that one time, it wasn’t just the heat, huh? I knew it.”

“I always thought it was cute how flustered you got around me. I just didn’t know I was the reason.”

“What’s that look for? Don’t tell me you’re imagining us holding hands or something.”

And when Jaehyun and his big mouth found out… so did the others. No one was safe.

“Y/n likes Taesan?!” Jaehyun had shouted like he was announcing breaking news.

“Wait till I tell mom about this.”

“Awww little Y/n has a crush~ Should we start planning the wedding or what?”

It was a normal Tuesday for Y/n. She woke up, got ready, and headed to school with Sungho, who, despite acting normal, kept throwing her subtle, knowing glances over his shoulder—ones she was too sleepy to notice. He just hummed to himself as they walked, a smirk twitching on his lips.

Midway to school, Jaehyun and Riwoo joined them. Jaehyun greeted her with a suspiciously bright smile, Riwoo waving with his usual quiet charm. She thought nothing of it.

What she did find strange was the way the three boys kept giggling and whispering behind her back.

“Do you think she’ll cry?”

Y/n turned around once, squinting. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” Jaehyun replied, grinning like a little gremlin. “It’s a normal day, Y/n. Totally normal.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

Once they reached the school gates, Y/n waved goodbye to them and headed to her classroom. She was surprised to find it… peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

No Taesan lurking at the end of the hallway. No sly remarks whispered behind her ear. Just… silence.

Part of her was relieved. She wouldn’t have to walk around school with a bright red face today.

But another part of her found the quiet unsettling.

Class went by uneventfully. The lecture was dull, and even the teacher seemed half-asleep. As the bell rang for their mid-morning break, Y/n sighed in contentment, resting her chin on her desk.

Finally. Ten minutes to nap before the next class.

She’d just closed her eyes when—

BANG.

The classroom door slammed open, making several students jump. Jaehyun stood in the doorway, out of breath, wild-eyed, and absolutely beaming.

“There you are!” he said.

“Jaehyun?” Y/n blinked, pushing herself up. “What’s going on—?”

Before she could finish, Jaehyun marched over, grabbed her wrist, and started dragging her out of the classroom.

“H-Hey! What’s going on?!” she yelped, stumbling behind him as everyone in the class turned to watch.

“Emergency,” Jaehyun said cryptically. “Come on.”

“Emergency?! What kind of emergency?!” Y/n asked, eyes wide as she tried to keep up.

“A good one,” he replied with a mischievous grin, looking suspiciously like someone who’d just pulled off a heist.

As they sped down the hallways, her classmates’ concerned stares followed her, whispers trailing in their wake.

“Where are you taking me, Jaehyun?! What’s going on?!”

He didn’t answer—just gave her a wink and picked up the pace.

Jaehyun kept dragging her through the halls like a man on a mission. Y/n was still half-asleep and totally confused.

“Seriously, where are we going?!”

“You’ll see,” Jaehyun said over his shoulder, his voice practically bubbling with excitement.

After a few more turns and a nearly-collided-with-a-teacher moment, he finally stopped right in front of the music room.

Standing outside were Sungho, Riwoo, and Leehan, all lined up like bodyguards. They straightened up when they saw her, trying and failing to hide their grins.

Sungho gave her a thumbs up. “Good luck.”

“Good luck with what?!” Y/n spun to Jaehyun, just as he reached for the door handle.

“Time to go, Y/n,” he said with a wink, and without warning—

he pushed her inside.

Y/n stumbled forward, almost tripping over her own feet. The door clicked shut behind her, and suddenly everything was quiet.

The lights inside were dimmed, the curtains drawn shut. The soft hum of a speaker filled the space, and a spotlight in the center of the room flickered on.

And there, standing under it—was Taesan.

Her eyes widened. “Taesan?”

He was holding a mic, hands a little shaky, but his eyes locked on hers the moment she stepped in. He gave her a soft, slightly nervous smile.

“Hey,” he said. “Before you say anything… just let me do this.”

Music started playing—soft, acoustic, something clearly composed for this moment. His voice came in gentle, low, a little unsure at first but steadily growing stronger with every verse.

Don’t wither like a flower, stay beautiful forever

Please be my first and last forever

So that I can still feel the thrill of first love

So that I can say you were beautiful, even though time passes

Y/n stood frozen in place, heart pounding so hard she thought it would leap out of her chest. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, unsure whether to run away, cry, or just stand there and melt.

The music faded out.

Taesan lowered the mic, taking a deep breath. Then, he stepped closer to her.

“I know I've been teasing you a lot,” he said, eyes earnest now, voice a little rough from nerves. “And it probably annoys the hell out of you. But I meant every word of that song.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out—a small, simple bracelet made of blue thread and tiny silver charms.

“I made this,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck. “With Riwoo’s help, so if it falls apart in like a week, blame him.”

She let out a watery laugh, her hand covering her mouth.

Taesan looked at her, serious now. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?”

Silence.

And then—from behind the door—someone sneezed. Loudly.

“JAEHYUN!” Riwoo hissed.

“Sorry, sorry! It was the dust!”

Y/n burst out laughing, eyes shining with tears.

She stepped forward, heart full, and took the bracelet from Taesan’s hand.

“You’re such a dork,” she whispered.

“But you like me anyway,” he whispered back, grinning.

Y/n nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah… I do.”

And just like that, Taesan beamed, the teasing replaced with something softer, sweeter.

The door flung open and their friends all spilled in, cheering and shouting like a football team had just won.

“FINALLY!” Jaehyun cried, lifting Sungho in the air.

“I’m crying,” Riwoo said, wiping an imaginary tear. “Someone pass the tissues.”

Taesan rolled his eyes, pulling Y/n close and shielding her from the chaos.

“Don’t mind them,” he murmured into her hair. “They’ve just been waiting forever for this.”

Y/n smiled, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Me too.”

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please tell me you're okay? I'm worried 🙁🫶

hi hello thank you for your concern 🥹 i am okay! i’ve just been working on a few imagines and writing them out to post while i figure out the storyline for OUR!

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O U R

PART 25 | cat boy (written)

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

“Cheok paraseo, gogina sseuneun geon ttak jukgiboda shireunde…”

Taesan mumbled the lyrics under his breath as he wandered aimlessly through campus, his Music Theory lecture still echoing faintly in his mind. His thoughts meandered until something — or rather, someone — snapped him out of his daze.

A familiar silhouette just ahead made his heart stutter.

A smile tugged at his lips as he recognized the figure. Without thinking twice, he pulled his headphones down around his neck and quickened his pace, his long strides effortlessly closing the distance.

“Y/n!” he called out.

She turned at the sound of her name, her eyes widening in surprise before her face lit up with a smile.

“Taesan, hi!” she greeted, cheeks tinged with a soft pink. She gave a small wave with her free hand, the other gripping the handle of a bulky art case.

“Where are you headed?” he asked, nodding toward the case she carried.

“The art studio,” she replied with a warm grin.

Before she could say another word, Taesan gently slid the case out of her grasp.

“Wait—what are you—?”

“I’ll come with you,” he beamed, already walking beside her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/n blinked, then let out a quiet giggle. “Okay then.”

They walked side by side, wrapped in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, Taesan snuck glances at her, heart fluttering at how the sunlight caught in her hair, or how her nose crinkled just slightly when she smiled to herself.

Y/n noticed, of course. His not-so-subtle glances were like little sparks, and she couldn’t keep the small, amused smile from forming on her lips. Her cheeks stayed warm, not just from the sun.

Taesan finally broke the silence. “Hey, Y/n.”

She looked up at him, curious. “Yeah?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers fidgeting. “I saw your post about Mrs. Han, and Sunoo commented that you’re going to ‘disappear for a month’ or something. Is that true?”

Y/n laughed, the sound bright and effortless. “Sunoo’s just being dramatic, as usual.”

She looked up at him as they walked. “When I’ve got a ton of assignments and a big project, I sort of... go ghost. I focus on work and barely leave my house. I check my phone sometimes, but I don’t really text back unless it’s urgent.”

Taesan nodded slowly. “So… you’re not going to vanish off the face of the earth?”

Y/n shook her head, smiling. “Of course not. Besides, if you want to talk to me, you’ve got my number. And my socials. I might not reply instantly, but I’ll definitely reply.”

Taesan blinked. “W-wait, I can text you?”

She tilted her head, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “I mean you have my number, don’t you? What, were you planning to just look at it and never use it?”

His ears turned bright red. “N-no! I just didn’t wanna... bother you or anything.”

Y/n nudged him with her shoulder playfully. “You wouldn’t be bothering me. In fact, I’d be kinda disappointed if you didn’t.”

Taesan choked on his breath, heart stuttering again.

By the time they reached the studio, Taesan was sure he could hear his pulse louder than his footsteps. He followed Y/n inside, taking in the cozy chaos of the room filled with art supplies, unfinished projects, and sun-dappled windows.

“You can put my case over there,” Y/n said, pointing to a long table tucked in the corner. She flicked the lights on and began unpacking her laptop and sketchbooks.

Taesan obediently carried the case over, setting it down carefully before turning to find her already seated, flipping through her sketchpad. He stood awkwardly, unsure if he should leave or linger.

He kinda looked like this: 🧍🏻‍♂️.

Y/n noticed. She glanced at him over her shoulder and patted the empty seat beside her. “You’re not just gonna stand there, are you? Come sit.”

Taesan looked around, then pointed to himself. “Me?”

Y/n snorted. “No, the ghost behind you. Yes, you, dummy.”

Taesan’s ears turned scarlet as he dropped his bag and slid into the seat beside her. Idiot, he thought to himself.

He watched in quiet awe as Y/n pulled out her sketches and plans. Her art was raw but beautiful, expressive in ways words couldn’t be. He found himself leaning closer, eyes wide.

“You’re insanely talented,” he said, genuinely impressed.

Y/n blushed. “Ah, I’m really not…”

“I’m serious!” he said, holding up one of her sketches. “This? This is a masterpiece. And it’s just a sketch!”

Y/n ducked her head, cheeks glowing. “Thank you.”

They fell into a rhythm—Y/n sketching, Taesan pulling out his laptop to tweak a song idea. Every now and then, Taesan tossed out a cheeky comment just to make her laugh or fluster her, and Y/n threw a few playful remarks right back. Their energy was magnetic, the kind of spark that didn’t need words to be understood.

It felt... natural. Like this was how it had always been. Like this was how it was supposed to be.

Suddenly, the studio door creaked open. Both of them turned.

Sungho stepped in with his own art case, freezing in the doorway when he saw the two of them.

His surprised expression melted into a knowing smirk.

“Hey, guys,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey, Sungho hyung,” Taesan greeted, raising a brow suspiciously.

“Don’t mind me,” Sungho said casually, walking to a table on the opposite side. “Just here to work. I’ll be very quiet and won’t disturb the cute couple—uh, I mean, friends—over there.”

Y/n let out a short laugh, glancing at Taesan with an amused shrug before going back to her sketchbook, her cheeks burning.

Taesan rolled his eyes but didn’t miss the growing smirk on Sungho’s face. The older boy discreetly pulled out his phone and, with a not-so-sneaky snap, took a picture of them sitting close together.

Oh yeah. He was definitely sending that to the group chat.

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

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PRETTIER THAN THE SKY | PARK SEEUN

PAIRING: non! idol! park seeun x fem! reader!

SUMMARY: Yang Y/n thought she was texting her friend Seeun's new number that she got from her brother, but instead of messaging Yoon Seeun, she had been texting Park Seeun—her crush!

GENRE: fake text, wrong number, imagine, fluff

A/N: my first xikers post! this is also a sneak peak/hint to something i am working on for the future (yes it is a smau) 😁

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Let’s build a sandcastle ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

A castle of memories just for us

˗ˏˋ XIKERS ´ˎ˗

ෆ KIM MINJAE

ෆ PARK JUNMIN

ෆ CHOI SUMIN

ෆ HAM JINSIK

ෆ CHOI HYUNWOO

ෆ KIM JUNGHOON

ෆ PARK SEEUN

PRETTIER THAN THE SKY | fake text, imagine, fluff

ෆ JUNG YUJUN

ෆ PARK HUNTER

ෆ LEE YECHAN

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i am in the library to work on part 25 of OUR and there’s a bunch of little kids walking around my table 🧍🏻‍♀️maybe i should’ve picked a different table … but anyways, part 25 will be out tmr!!

#lxvsiick </3 #lxvsiick </3 ~ blurbs #lxvsiick </3 | o u r

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lxvsiick · 2 months ago

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why is tumblr on my mac acting up 😭 its throwing me off bc it looks normal on my phone but it’s glitching on my mac so i think it also looks weird on my phone BUT IT DOESNT 👹👹 tumblr stop

#lxvsiick </3 ~ blurbs #i’m losing it #losing my mind #tumblr pls stop

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hi :) i had a thought about an angst with happy ending one shot??? so if you’d like to write it idk😭

idol taesan x non idol reader , who have a secret relationship to fans. reader respects taesan’s career a lot and never asks for much, not for weekly dates , nor having dinner together every day, nor celebrating anniversaries… but then when reader is nominated for an award for her job they ask taesan to watch the livestream of it (doesn’t ask him to go with them bc they know they can’t be seen together in public) . but when reader sends the link for the livestream and taesan doesn’t read the text and doesn’t congratulate them on the award , reader gets fed up and starts questioning if taesan even cares about their relationship

yea something like that😭😭 but with a happy ending!!! they work things out in the end 🙂‍↕️

CHEERING YOU ON (REQUESTED) | HAN TAESAN X READER

PAIRING: idol! han taesan x non-idol! fem! reader

GENRE: fluff, angst? but not really, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

A/N: I am so sorry!--I wrote a draft out for this when I saw it but completely forgot to post it 😭 I totally missed out on the part of Taesan not congratulating them and it's pretty short and not as angsty as I hoped but I hope you like it!

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n sat at her desk, deep in concentration, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she finalized a client report. She was so immersed in her work that she barely noticed the sound of the office door opening. But she glanced up when her department manager, Mr. Kang, walked in—his usually stern expression replaced by a wide, beaming smile.

“Y/n!” he called out, his voice filled with excitement.

Heads turned across the office, curious about what could make their typically reserved manager look so energized.

“Yes?” Y/n replied, sitting up straighter as she felt the weight of her coworkers’ gazes settle on her.

“I have some incredible news!” he said, his grin widening. “You’ve been nominated for this year’s Company Award for Excellence. You’ll be honored at the annual banquet next week!”

Her eyes widened. “Wait—me? Seriously?”

Mr. Kang nodded proudly. “Yes, really. You’re being recognized for your outstanding performance—especially your leadership during the last product launch, your consistently high sales numbers, and your willingness to always lend a hand. We’re all incredibly proud of you.”

A rush of warmth bloomed in her chest. She had worked hard, but to be publicly recognized like this felt surreal. “I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Really. This means so much to me,” she said, a bright smile overtaking her face.

Mr. Kang gave her a nod of approval. “You earned it. Go ahead and take a break—you deserve to celebrate.”

The news stayed with her through the rest of the day, buoying her mood and keeping a permanent smile on her face. As she wrapped up her tasks and grabbed her things, she couldn’t wait to get home. She knew exactly who she wanted to share the news with first: Taesan.

Knowing him, he’d probably be even more excited than she was.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n unlocked the door to their shared apartment, barely containing her excitement. As she stepped inside, she spotted Taesan lounging on the couch, phone in hand, a blanket loosely draped over his legs.

The moment he looked up, she dropped her bag and practically bounded over to him, flopping onto the couch with such enthusiasm that his brows lifted in surprise.

“Whoa,” he laughed, setting his phone aside. “What’s gotten into you? Did something happen at work?”

Her whole face lit up as she nodded. “You’re not going to believe this—I got nominated for an award!”

His eyes widened instantly. “Wait, seriously? That’s amazing! What’s the award for?”

“It’s for leading sales during the last product launch,” she explained, hardly able to sit still. “And for always helping out around the office. They’re presenting it at the company banquet next week!”

“You totally deserve it,” he said, a proud smile tugging at his lips. “That’s huge. What day is the banquet?”

“A week from today,” she said, her excitement dimming slightly. “But I know you probably can’t come… with your schedule, and everything about keeping us a secret…”

He paused, the excitement in his eyes softening. “Yeah,” he said with a quiet sigh. “I have a schedule with the members that day.”

She nodded, trying to mask her disappointment with a smile. “It’s okay. I understand. I’d never ask you to risk your career over something like this.”

But Taesan could see the flicker of sadness in her eyes—she wasn’t asking, but she was hoping.

“There’s a livestream, right?”

She perked up slightly. “Yeah. I sent you the link.”

“Then I’ll watch,” he said, squeezing her hand gently. “Even if I can’t be there physically, I’ll be watching—cheering you on the whole time.”

Her smile returned, softer this time, more heartfelt. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

The banquet hall buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Y/n sat at a round table among her coworkers, her award tucked neatly into a velvet-lined case by her side. But despite the celebration, her eyes kept drifting to her phone hidden in her lap.

No new messages. The livestream link she had sent Taesan hours earlier still showed as “delivered.”

Beside her, Wonyoung leaned over, nudging her gently. “So… is your mystery boyfriend coming tonight?”

The question snapped Y/n out of her thoughts. She looked up, forcing a smile. “No, he’s busy. Couldn’t make it.”

Wonyoung gave her a knowing look, then turned back to chat with her own boyfriend. Y/n glanced at her phone again and, on a whim, typed one last message:

“I wish you were here.”

After staring at the screen for a few moments, she turned the phone off and slipped it into her purse. She didn’t want to let her disappointment ruin the night—but it stung. She had never asked much of him. And tonight, she just wanted to be seen by someone who mattered.

She excused herself and stepped outside to the balcony, letting the cool night air wash over her. The city lights shimmered in the distance as she hugged her arms around herself.

Maybe she was being dramatic. But it was hard not to feel alone in a room full of people when the one person she wanted to share this with wasn’t there.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n lingered on the balcony a little longer, the sound of laughter and music muffled behind the glass doors. Just as she was about to head back inside, an announcement echoed through the hall: the awards ceremony was about to begin.

She straightened her posture, composed herself, and walked back in, her face carefully neutral.

One by one, names were called and applause followed. When her name echoed across the room, her heart jumped. She stood and walked toward the podium, the stage lights washing over her as she accepted the award.

She began her short thank-you speech—but then the banquet hall doors creaked open at the far end.

Her breath caught.

There, standing in the entryway with a mask over his face and a bouquet of roses in his arms, was Taesan.

Even with half his face hidden, she knew him in an instant.

Her voice faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly, ending her speech with a grateful smile that felt more genuine now. Applause rang out as she returned to her seat, her pulse quickening.

The moment the formalities ended, she slipped away from the crowd and headed straight toward him. He greeted her with a grin that crinkled his eyes behind the mask and opened his arms.

She launched into them without hesitation. “You came,” she whispered, stunned. “How did you—”

“I pulled a few strings and asked them to wrap my schedule early,” he said softly, resting his forehead gently against hers. “I couldn’t miss this.”

Before she could reply, Wonyoung walked up, eyeing him curiously. “Is this him? I thought he couldn’t make it?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, unsure what to say, but Taesan quickly stepped in, voice slightly altered. “I wasn’t feeling great earlier,” he said smoothly, “but I’m better now. I didn’t want to miss her big night.”

Wonyoung smiled, satisfied. “Well, that’s sweet. You’re lucky,” she said with a wink before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/n let out a breath of relief and looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

He pulled the bouquet from behind his back, handing it to her. “You deserve everything, Y/n. I’m so proud of you.”

She smiled through misty eyes, squeezing his hand tightly.

In a room full of celebration, she finally felt whole.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

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O U R

PART 24 | my eyes are starting to sweat

PART 23 | PART 25

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O U R

PART 23 | hypothetically jealous

PART 22 | PART 24

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O U R

PART 22 | what a pretty view (written)

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

Y/n couldn’t help but fidget under the weight of the stares and hushed whispers directed her way. All because of the cat-like boy sitting across from her.

Taesan, oblivious or simply indifferent, had his headphones on, music blasting as he focused intently on whatever was on his laptop. He looked completely at ease, bobbing his head slightly to the beat, unaware of—or choosing to ignore—the growing hostility around them.

Y/n had been trying to focus too, her own headphones on as she worked on a book report for her Lit lecture. At first, she barely paid attention to the judgmental glances and passive-aggressive sneers from the passing girls. She had no reason to care. But as the interruptions became more frequent, whispers turning into outright stares, it became impossible to ignore. The tension in the air was suffocating, a distraction she hadn’t asked for.

With an exhausted sigh, she tugged off her headphones and glanced up at Taesan, who was still lost in his own world, his head subtly moving in rhythm with the music.

She reached out and tapped on the table to get his attention.

Taesan’s head snapped up, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he pulled off his headphones, resting them around his neck. "What’s up?" he asked, voice slightly hoarse from disuse.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Y/n asked, keeping her tone light. “I know a café we can study at. It’s a little… distracting here.”

Taesan’s gaze flickered around the library, his brows furrowing slightly as he finally registered the eyes lingering on them. His lips pressed into a thin line before he turned back to Y/n.

“Yeah, okay.”

She smiled lightly, relieved, and immediately began packing her things. Taesan did the same. As they made their way out of the library, Y/n could still feel the judgmental gazes trailing after them, but she ignored it. They weren’t worth her time.

Once outside, the tension melted away, replaced by the comfortable ease of their usual dynamic. They walked side by side, their conversation drifting from one random topic to another as they made their way to Euphoria, a small café just off campus.

As soon as they stepped inside, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries enveloped them. Y/n perked up, immediately waving to the barista behind the counter.

“Dohoon?” Taesan questioned, his brows raised as he followed Y/n to a table near the windows. “I didn’t know he worked here.”

“Yeah, he’s been working here since I started coming,” Y/n says, setting her backpack down on the chair before glancing back at him.

“What do you want to drink?” She asked, already pulling out her wallet. “I’ll order for us.” Before she could stand, Taesan shook his head and smoothly grabbed her backpack from the chair. Without a word, he gently pushed her down into the seat and placed the bag in her lap.

“What do YOU want?” he emphasized , arms crossed as he looked down at her. “Another iced latte? Even though, personally, I don’t think you should be drinking any more caffeine.”

Y/n blinked up at him, caught off guard.

“But I—”

“No buts.” Taesan cut her off, shaking his head. “What do you want to drink?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, clearly unimpressed, before jutting out her lower lip in a small pout. “An iced matcha latte, please,” she grumbled.

Taesan let out a laugh, though he was secretly losing his mind over how cute she looked when she pouted.

“Alright,” he said, smirking. “I’ll be right back.”

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

PART 21 | PART 23

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yes please to xikers imagines!!!!

hehe i already have an imagine in mind 😼 and will be writing it out soon

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guys how would you feel if i started writing about riize and xikers 🫣 i’ve known riize for awhile but stopped because of everything that happened… and i just got into xikers! my bias in riize is anton 🦕 and my biases in xikers are minjae and seeun 😼 lmk if you guys would like imagines about them!

#lxvsiick </3 #lxvsiick </3 ~ blurbs #new groups #need your opinions #xikers #riize

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O U R

PART 21 | you have a problem (written)

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ

Taesan reluctantly made his way through campus, dreading his walk towards the library. He checks Leehan's comment one more time, his thumb hovering over the screen before he powered off his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. He still wasn't sure when Leehan had started his "psychic" routine, but the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed that Leehan was almost always spot-on. Taesan found himself wondering if there was some truth to it--maybe he was going crazy.

[Yeah, crazy for Y/n]

Maybe the author is crazy. Taesan nodded his head.

[What the fuck, hey!]

"Sorry." Taesan mumbled aloud, catching the curious glances of passing students. He looked down, hoping they hadn't noticed him talking to himself.

As he pushed open the library doors, Taesan scanned the room, his gaze drifting over the sea of students hunched over their books. Then, he spotted her--Y/n, her dark hair falling in front of her face as she hunched over the table, absorbed in her work. His heart skipped a beat.

Holy shit. Leehan was right again.

Taesan made his way across the library. weaving between tables and chairs, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed him. He stopped behind Y/n, who remained blissfully unaware of his presence. For a split second, he considered just staying there, watching her, but then, a thought crossed his mind. He pulled out his phone, making sure the volume was turned off, and snapped a quick picture before slipping it back into his pocket.

He started to feel the weight of the stares around him. Maybe standing behind Y/n like this wasn't the best idea--he probably looked like a creep.

[You are a creep]

"Shut it." Taesan muttered, rolling his eyes.

Without giving himself a chance to overthink, he tapped Y/n's shoulder lightly. She jumped, turning to face him, and his fingers impulsively reached up to poke her cheek.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, the sudden sound making Taesan laugh. He pulled his hand back, grinning.

"Got you." He said, walking around the table and casually pulling out the chair in front of her. He sat down, feeling oddly confident despite the strange situation.

Taesan glanced at what she was working on, but his eyes quickly shifted back to her face. She looked at him, her cheeks turning pink as she blinked, clearly flustered.

"What?" she asked, her voice a little shaky. "Is there something wrong with my face?" Her hand instinctively went up to touch her cheek, checking for any potential blemishes.

Taesan chuckled and shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with your face," He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "In fact, it's perfect." He didn't know where that boldness had come from, but he was relieved he hadn't just said something awkward.

Y/n's eyes widened, and she stuttered, clearly embarassed. "Y-you're weird." Her mind cursed her for stumbling over her words.

Taesan laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her flustered expression. He reached into his backpack to grab his materials, settling in to study. Y/n went back to her work, occasionally sipping from her coffee, but Taesan couldn't help but notice the amount of caffeine she seemed to be consuming.

Her fourth cup already, and it was only 11:48 a.m.!

"You have a coffee addiction." Taesan commented with a teasing smile, eyeing the cup beside her notebook.

Y/n glanced at her coffee before lifting it to her lips for another sip. "It's what gets me through the day and keeps me sane," she said, flashing him a playful grin.

Taesan couldn't help but smile back, shaking his head.

"You're something else."

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ i forgot everything but your face ࿐ྂ