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WHY WE ENDED…? (i dont remember) | BND

pairing ; ot6(finally)bnd x reader

genre ; exes to lovers (can u tell im not over my ex)

warnings ; please ignore how rusty this is, i havent wrote bnd smaus in so long + me being alive in @onedoornet again randomly

IN WHICH…you and your ex just cannot stay away

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turning the clock with you

synopsis. where taesan and y/n sit under the table eating grapes

w.c 331

pairing. taesan x reader

networks. @onedoornet

a.n. hiyaaa u guys voted taesan for the fic so here's a cute little drabble! hope u enjoy!

“Y/N, I’m not getting under that table,” Taesan said firmly, shaking his head. His tone was resolute, but the amused glint in his eyes betrayed him. “I’m not even going to fit under there, anyway.”

“You will! Just get under here,” you insisted, tugging on his arm a little harder. Determination burned in your gaze as you tried to pull him into your plan.

He groaned, crouching reluctantly. “Why do you even need to eat these grapes under the table? Isn’t this something people do to get a boyfriend? You already have a perfect one right here.” He reached for a grape from the bowl, but you slapped his hand away before he could grab one.

“Hey—ow!” he exclaimed, cradling his hand dramatically.

“No way I’m letting you ruin my luck this year,” you declared, scooting further under the table. “This is my year, and I’m not taking any chances!”

The clock began to chime at midnight. Without hesitation, you started gobbling the grapes as fast as you could, one for each chime. You were determined to finish them all before the clock struck 12:01.

Taesan watched, a mix of amusement and concern etched on his face. “Don’t choke, babe,” he teased, gently taking the bowl from your hands as the last grape disappeared into your mouth. He leaned closer, using his sleeve to wipe away the juice and water smudging your lips.

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked, his voice softening.

Grinning, you nodded. “Thanks so much for indulging me.” You reached up to hold his face, your fingers brushing against his jaw. For a moment, you simply admired his features—the warmth in his eyes, the slight curve of his lips. “If I have any good luck this year, it’ll all be thanks to you.”

He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out exaggeratedly. “Don’t I deserve a kiss, at least?”

Smiling, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course. My lucky charm deserves all the kisses.”

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GOD IM SOBBING I WANNA GO TO THEIR CONCERT TTT AHHH 😭😭😭 GUESS WHO'S CRYING WITH MEE 🥲

UR SO REAL AHHHHH i wanna go so bad but i prob cant

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sorry for ia! i went o a trip recently so i didnt check my phonee

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christmas fic who do you wanna see !!

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☆ ALL IN 4 U!! ☆ - #REPRESENTING KOZ ⋆｡°

synopsis myung jaehyun always puts his best foot forward. he never half-asses anything. 100% effort is the only thing he knows. this mindset is how he manages to be ukoz prep's beloved school president, one of the most popular students, and captain of the dance team. but sometimes, you need a little more than just hard work, a fact he has to come to terms with when he fails math first semester and is all but forcibly assigned a student tutor – how embarrassing. things change when he finds out his tutor is you: the top student at koz prep, unapproachable and disinterested in anyone who isn't in your small group of friends, and totally jaehyun's type. he falls hard and fast, and once myung jaehyun's set his mind to something... he's all in.

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myung jaehyun – 17 years old, koz prep's resident sweetheart. everyone adores him, party because how hard he works at being the class president and koz wild's (aka the school's dance team) co-captain, but also because he's genuinely so kind and bubbly. he's the kind of person that makes people around them feel more motivated just by watching how hard he works (and he always looks damn good while he's doing it, too). loves his friends more than life, even if they make fun of him like nobody's business.

kim woonhak – 16 years old, everyone's unofficial adopted son. loves koz wild more than he loves himself atp. if he had two more minutes to live he'd find a way to promote their team to the grim reaper himself, but his pride for the team is well warranted not only because they're vv well known, but also because woonhak is one of the most talented performers koz prep has seen in a long time. professional whiner, but it all cancels out because haneul never lets him breathe anyways.

lee riwoo – 18 years old, co-captain of koz wild and a social-media famous dancer! started posting his practice videos on youtube mostly as an archive for himself, but one of his videos went super viral and he's built a reasonable following since. has been offered spots at a few professional dance crews, but he wants to graduate high school semi-normally before all of that craziness. technically the oldest in the friend group, but he's #justachillguy.

won haneul — 16 years old, hidden ace. she tends to be quieter than her friends and a bit more reserved, but on stage, it’s impossible to take your eyes off her. with her crazy work ethic on top of her natural gifts, there is very little this girl can’t do. she’s also treated like a princess by the other boys — but she’s often tired by these fools. #savehaneul2024!! older than woonhak by a few months and never lets him forget it.

kim gyuvin — 17 years old, professional headache. like the rest of the friend group, gyuvin is an absolute beast on stage, but he almost cancels it out with how he acts in his daily life. he’s loud and smart-mouthed and makes sure his friends never go more than a few hours with peace and quiet. has been begging riwoo to do a dance live together for months, but riwoo says no every time (mostly because he knows he’ll end up bickering with gyuvin in front of thousands of viewers.)

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did my take on this picrew this is ooocute and it means so much more especially since im moving apartments soon

tysm to the creator of this picrew

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GIRL NEXT DOOR

genre. fluff. love at first sight (?) warnings. none. pairing. sungho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n.surprise i write for boynextdoor now!!

You were moving from the big city to a small town. You were less than excited. All the streets looked the same to you. Plain houses built in the 60s lined neatly trimmed yards and sidewalks surrounded cul de sacs. It was the picture perfect suburbia— a small town where you would easily meet everyone your age within the first week going to your new school. You were dreading it.

“It’s so stupid that I’m moving. I’d be surprised if my dad’s new clinic is the only one that town has. They basically snatched him up the moment he accepted the offer.” You said bitterly, sipping on bubble tea with your best friend. It would probably be the last time you’d be able to have a bubble tea date with her for a while. Your heart sank at the thought.

“You’ve spent your entire life here… it’s a shame.” She sympathised, “But, you know what happens when you’re a new girl coming to a small town?”

“What?”

“You’re popular with the cute boys.” She teased.

“Come on- I’d be very surprised if I had anyone with a crush on me. I’ve never been popular.” You said, cringing as it brought back memories of your middle school years. You had gone through crush after crush, never landing on a proper relationship and always being rejected in the most humiliating way until eventually, you learned your lesson. When you got to high school, you forced yourself to stop being interested in boys. The couples making out in the hallway were enough to deter you, though. You would rather die than be that gross in public with your boyfriend. You weren’t one for PDA, that’s for sure.

“New kids either become popular, or stay quiet. There’s nothing about you not to like, so I think you have a good chance at becoming popular.” She reasoned. You thought about it. Your friend was rarely wrong. That’s what was so annoying about her. She was always right about everything. Maybe she would be right about this too.

Your phone binged with a text from your mom and you sighed, “Shit, I’d better go. The movers are here and I need to help move the boxes into the truck.” 

“Alright. You’d better text me and call me when you get there. I want a house tour and everything. I’m still your best friend even if I’m 4 hours away.” She smiled and you returned it.

“I’ll keep in touch with you, don’t worry. I’ll text you later! Bye!!” You waved at her and jogged off.

Your family’s apartment had been filled with boxes for almost 2 weeks. Your mom was obsessed with having everything ready to go in advance to reduce the stress. This, of course, only increased your stress every time you looked at your bedroom’s plain walls and brown cardboard boxes stacked on the floor in place of your dresser and desk.

You had transferred all your clothes to a suitcase a week prior after having to sort through them and donate everything that was too small or that you didn’t wear often enough. Fashion had always been something you were interested in and you were already dreading the fashion atrocities you might see in a small town. You doubted they would have good clothes stores either. 

You spent the rest of the day hauling boxes into the truck and struggling to help your dad lift the heavy things with the movers. Since you were just slightly stronger and more able bodied than your mom, you had no choice but to help. Moving armchairs down the stairs would be a nightmarish experience that you would remember for weeks, no doubt.

When everything was packed, you collapsed on the floor, tired and muscles aching. You looked around your empty apartment. The walls looked so bare and lonely without your mothers paintings on them. It looked way too clean and way too different. Your entire childhood had been spent living here. 17 years in this old trusty apartment complex. 

You remember going over to the lady next door for tea when you were little. She would tell you about her matchmaking business and all the cute couples she had been responsible for. She promised one day to set you up with someone… looks like that plan wouldn’t be working out after all.

You stood up and walked over to her door. You hoped she was there. You wanted to say goodbye before you left tomorrow. Maybe she would offer you tea just like when you were 7.

//

Sungho peeked out his window with curiosity. The house next to his that had been inhabited by a sweet old couple had finally been sold. He had overheard his parents talking about the new family moving in. Apparently they were going to start a clinic since the father was a family doctor. Sungho wasn’t interested in that, though. What piqued his curiosity was his parents saying that the couple had a daughter. A daughter around his age.

When they had first brought up the topic over dinner, Sungho had shrugged off their teasing about a cute girl moving in. But now he was anxiously looking out his window every 5 minutes, waiting for the moving truck to pull into the driveway of the house. 

His father and him were going to help the new family move in. Sungho’s mother had told him it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce himself to you. He was nervous with butterflies in his stomach at the thought. It wasn’t everyday that a new family moved into town. It was a very rare occurrence.

Soon he spotted the red car driving up the cul de sac with a moving truck following closely behind it. He gulped and fixed his hair in the mirror before running down the stairs. He joined his father outside and went through introducing themselves to your father.

He peeked at the car again, wondering if you had already stepped out. You hadn’t, but you soon did. Sungho wished you hadn’t, because shit you were pretty. He gulped and gave your father a smile before offering to grab one of the boxes. He could feel his cheeks heating up the longer he stared at you and forced himself to shake off his stare and look elsewhere. He hoped he didn’t make his pink cheeks too obvious, but he was pretty sure you hadn’t even noticed him yet. Maybe that was for the best.

“Y/n, come introduce yourself to the neighbours!” Your mother called with a smile on her face as she talked to Sungho’s parents.

You groaned and walked over, keeping your head down for the most part. You hoped they weren’t some country bumpkins who would insist on your family joining the town’s monthly potluck after a church service.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Mrs. Park,” You nodded with a slightly forced smile. The lady seemed nice, honestly, but you weren’t in the best mood for socialising. You desperately wanted to set up the wi-fi at your new house so you could text your friend, but your parents would scold you if they knew that was the only thing you were thinking.

“And this is Sungho. You two are the same age.” Mrs. Park said happily, beckoning Sungho over to say hello. You looked up, slightly intrigued by what the boys were like in this new town. And Sungho did not disappoint. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. Very handsome.

“Hi.” You smiled and waved a little. He waved back with a little lopsided smile that you could only assume was out of nervousness. He looked nice dressed in a denim jacket and hair brushed back but still a little messy from the light breeze tousling it. He must have caught you staring cause his smile widened slightly making his eyes crinkle into a cute eye smile. Fuck, why did you think he was cute?

Sungho and his dad helped move the heavy stuff into your new house. You were relieved the task wasn’t placed on you this time. While they were busy, you walked through the house, adjusting to the thought that this was your new home. Your room was bigger than before and even had a big window facing the Park’s house. Your brain automatically wondered whether it was Sungho’s room that you could see through your window. If all the houses in this town were built similarly, then it could be the case.

“Your room looks nice.” You turned around to Sungho with a big box in his hand. He set it down on the hardwood floor with a smile. “Do you want help unpacking?”

“Uh, sure! I’m not the strongest so… getting my bed and dresser in here would be a struggle.” You admitted. 

“I’ll grab them for you.”

//

After your first night in your new house you realised that Sungho’s bedroom was indeed the one facing yours. He stayed up late, just like you. It was around 6 weeks later and both your lights were on still, even though it was around 11 pm. You were lying on your bed, trying to count sheep to help you fall asleep. Except all your sheep strangely morphed into Sungho because he was all you could think of.

Your family had eaten dinner with the Parks a lot of times so far, and you would say you were fairly adjusted to the new town. You didn’t go out much unless it was for a bike ride or to the library, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Since it was still summer and you were too introverted to want to go out and hunt for friends, the only person who you knew was Sungho. You talked a lot in your backyard or his. You caught him wearing a necklace that you had wanted for a long time and found out he was interested in fashion as well from the encounter.

It was like the most you discovered about him, the more you had in common. You even liked the same idol groups and were fans of the same authors. How did you even manage to get this lucky with your neighbour? Plus, the more you hung around him, the more you thought he was cute.

You peeked out your window to see if he was visible from his window. He was. He was sitting at his desk and the lamp on it perfectly illuminated his face so you could see all the details of it.

“I should’ve asked for his number by now, darnit.” You mumbled to yourself. You hadn’t thought of it before since you lived right next to each other, but it wasn’t like you could go over this late at night. You’d have to improvise. You thought for a second before searching through one of your unpacked boxes for your sketchbook. Usually you would doodle outfits that you thought you would look good in in this sketchbook, but for now, it was going to serve a different purpose. You got out a sharpie and started writing in large, easy to read text. 

Do you stay up late a lot? 

You thought it would be awkward to put a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hey’ so you stuck to a question that he could answer. It took some courage to stand where he could see you from his window and hold up the sign, but you managed.

It didn’t take very long for him to look up from his desk and notice the sign. You watched him read it and then make eye-contact with you, his charming smile overtaking his features again. He stood up and went somewhere else in his room, presumably to grab paper and a pen. Soon he was back and he held up the sign in response to yours. 

Yeah. If it bothers you that my light is on, I can turn it off :) 

It doesn’t bother me. I usually stay up late as well.

He smiled again, looking down at his desk as his cheeks tinted a bit. He hoped you didn’t notice. Was it weird that he already liked you so much? He was suddenly reminded of how his past crush had been stolen by another boy right in front of his eyes. His friends had told him he hadn’t been direct enough and that was why she had chosen someone more straightforward. But he had just been too shy to confess directly. He didn’t want to repeat that mistake again, so he took a breath and gathered some stored up courage, picking up his pen again.

Can I have your number?

He held up the sign nervously, one hand anxiously fiddling with his shirt as he waited for your response. You shouldn’t be too opposed, right?

I was just about to ask you! It’s *** *** **** :) 

You were smiling as widely as he was which both calmed his heart and made it beat faster. What if you liked him too? What if you thought he was cute? What if he had the same effect that you had on him? He shook off all of his thoughts, telling himself that he was getting ahead of himself. 

He carefully copied your number into a new contact and sent a simple ‘hey, it’s sungho’ to make sure he got it down correctly. You felt almost giddy receiving the first text from him. You had given your number to your crush just like that? And he had asked you for it? The thought had your cheeks heating up again.

It was past 1 and you were still texting him. It was hard to want to stop, he was just so cute, even over text. Whenever he thought he overstepped, he would apologise so fast until you told him that it was fine. It felt different from talking to him over the past 6 weeks. It felt way more like talking to a crush than talking to a friend, which didn’t help your bad case of lovesickness.

When you started to yawn, you decided you should probably say goodnight to him. He must be tired as well.

i’m a bit tired, i think i’m gonna go to sleep for the night - Y/n 1:21am

ok! sleep well, y/n!! - Sungho 1:21am

btw - Y/n 1:21am

yeah? - Sungho 1:22am

you’re really cute - Y/n 1:22am

goodnight! - Y/n 1:22am

You turned off your phone quickly, eyes a bit wide as you wondered why you had sent that last text. Where did you even get the confidence? God, what if he thought you were weird. He probably only saw you as a friend, or worse, the new annoying neighbour girl. You groaned at your stupidity and peeked at your phone again. He had read the text, but hadn’t replied.

“Shit, I really messed up.” You felt like smacking your head against the wall. What were you thinking?!

I think you’re cute too - Sungho 1:26am

You blinked, and then blinked again. Oh. You put down your phone and shut your eyes, willing yourself to go to sleep and not think about it too much. You could always wake up tomorrow and realise that this was a whole big misunderstanding or something. There was no way that Sungho really thought you were cute, right? But what if he did?

You opened your eyes again, looking at the texts with him again.

sleep well cutie <3 - Sungho 1:27am

You failed to get to sleep that night. So did Sungho.

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3 ways Sungho shows his love

synopsis: sungho x reader, fluff, love language scenarios

warnings: overworked reader

network: @onedoornet

w/c: 504 words

a/n: I think sungho is so so bf material literally the moment i saw he cld i cook i gasped. Let me know if you want other member vers !

Acknowledges you can do it yourself but does it for you

You and Sungho were walking to the cafe for a date when he noticed your shoelaces had gone loose. "Babe, your shoelaces," he says, pointing to your feet.

"oh!" before you can even look down at them, he bends down and ties them for you. Holding your foot in place, incase you squirm.

"I can do it myself yeppi!" you say reluctantly. Feeling slightly embarrassed at the scene, covering your face slightly.

He stands up, "Of course you can, but I wanted to do it for you" he smiles at you, reaching for your hand, interlocking with his.

Takes care of you when you forget to

It's late and you have a ton of assignments to finish, hunched over your desk, you continue analysing the passage. Your stomach keeps growling, not allowing your brain to work.

The door creaks softly, and Sungho peeking through the door. He texted earlier that he would be dropping by, but you most likely missed it. Letting himself in without disturbing you, he finds you draped all over your desk.

Without a sound, he enters your kitchen and return to your table, placing a plate of fruits on the table.

Looking up slightly startled, "Huh, sungho? When did you -what's this?"

He shrugs and takes a seat next to you, " figured you didn't eat yet" he brings a fruit on a fork towards your mouth, one hand under your chin to prevent juice from getting on your papers. "say ahhh"

"mhm, you didn't have to-" you take a bite.

He moves the plate of fruits toward you, and you continue eating while Sungho tidies up all your scattered papers, humming a soft tune.

"you're too nice to me" you mumble slightly.

He ruffles your hair slightly, " why would you say that..., besides you would do the same for me"

He knows what you're thinking without even trying

You just finished a very important exam and despite feeling like you tried your best, you can't seem to stop replaying the mistakes in your head.

"rough day?" a familiar voice breaks you away from your idle thoughts. It's Sungho carrying a bag of your favourite snacks.

"yea.., I just can't help like I didn't try hard enough for the exams. How could I mistake the elements on the periodic table?" you bury your head in your hands, "it's so simple!"

He sits on the couch next to you, one arm on your shoulder, pulling you towards him, "Hey, you can feel bad about the exam, but please never think that you didn't work hard. You work harder, than anyone I know" He looks you in the eye, serious, before his expression softens, pulling you into a hug.

"you think so?" you say into his shoulder.

He rubs your back comfortably, "I know so, just believe me"

" so don't be so sad anymore", he breaks the hug to reach for the television controller, " why don't we watch a movie, the usual?"

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when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish! Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :3

HIYAA tysm for asking !

Earth, wind and fire - Boynextdoor

First hooky - TWS

The Man who can't be moved - The Script

I'm in love with you - the 1975

The Other side of the door - Taylor Swift

All these songs are so 10/10 !!

idk if i told yall i love tws also their bsides are so underated !

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Skincare and lotion - Han Taesan

.pairing : han taesan x reader

.genre : fluff, established relationship, reader taking care of tired taesan, tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint (mention of taesan shutting off when overwhelmed) but really its full fluff

.warnings : none

.wc : 712

From your bedroom you heard the front door open then close, the jingling sound of keys was soon replaced by pure silence.

You checked your phone ; you had received no text saying he was on his way nor did you hear the familiar, cheerful sound of his voice telling you that he was home. And just from that you knew it was one of those days.

So instead of getting up and greeting him at the door like you usually did, you stayed sat on your bed, giving him the space he needed.

You’ve known Taesan long enough to know how he handled these stressful days and the answer was simple : he didn’t.

He just shuts off from the world, including you, and try to deal with his problems alone. Even though you told him many times that you were there and that he could rely on you, he simply declined your offer, insisting that he could figure things out on his own.

You respected his choice and gave him space, only interfering when you deemed it necessary or when he’s been isolated for too long. And he was very grateful for that. As bad as he felt for putting you through this you always reassured him, telling him that it was not a daily occurrence and that you could put up with it.

The door to your bedroom creaked open and Taesan walked in, dropping his bag to the floor and simply sitting next to you on the bed.

You briefly took a look at him, analyzing the situation and taking note of his tired eyes and slow movements.

It was silent, only the typing of your keyboard resonated through the room. The boy next to you closed his eyes, basking in the warmth radiating from your arm against his and enjoying the well awaited silence after a long day.

A couple of minutes, maybe ten, passed in the comfortable silence that took place. With one last click you closed your laptop and set it aside, now getting up and walking over to your shared bathroom.

You came back to the room with a few bottles in hand and sat next to your tired boyfriend, who still had his eyes shut.

Grabbing the makeup remover, you poured a reasonable amount of it on a cotton pad before carefully swiping it across his face. Your hand reached for his hair, putting his bangs aside to get better access to his forehead.

The boy physically relaxed as you removed the leftover makeup on his skin.

« Wanna talk about it ? » you broke the silence, your voice soft and careful.

His eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times before finally locking with yours for the first time tonight. He just stared at you, giving you no answer but you didn’t push it, instead you sent him a soft, understanding smile as you grabbed the lotion, twisting the bottle cap and pouring some delicately on his face. As you gently patted his face Taesan observed your face, analyzing your features —which made you a little self conscious but you tried to remain calm— before blinking slowly at you, as if speaking through his eyes and searching for yours.

« Hm? » you asked, putting the bottle cap back on and putting the lotion aside

« Thank you » he spoke, his first words since he got home

« Of course, Taesan » you smiled

He simply looked at you, eyes filled with so much love and admiration, like you hung all the stars in the sky.

« I mean it » his voice was barely above a whisper but you were able to catch it

« I know you do » you placed a small kiss on the top of his nose which caused a smile to form on his once pouty lips.

You went back to the bathroom and quickly discarded all the skincare items before joining Taesan in bed, who was waiting for you with open arms.

Sliding in his embrace you made yourself comfortable as he readjusted the covers around your bodies.

Placing a loving kiss on the top of your head, Taesan then whispers a small “good night” before letting his tired eyes close, falling into dreamland.

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i saw someone say that leehan looks like a mangosteen

ON ANOTHER NOTE omg THEYRE SO CUTE

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HEYAA !! just read your 'ur a fan ?!' fic and oh it's so good and your writing skills r really so amazing ?!?! would like to be frnds with you bcz big fan of yours already hehe ^^

( + YOUR BLOG IS SO CUTEEE ! )

HIYAAA tysm for ur support it means a lot AND YES LETS BE FRIENDS i see ur a onedoor too !! woonhak bias im guesing hehehe

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ur a fan ?!

Synopsis ot6!, fluff, silly: Where u catch them being a fan of your music/art

warnings: secrets that's it (i think...?)

wc: 972 words

a/n: I rmb writing this for my other anime blog and it was so fun :0 so i decided to do a bnd version ! pls request, and share if you like this !

Jaehyun

♪ not gonna lie to you he would not keep it a secret that he is your fan, he's your biggest (and loudest supporter). but for the sake of this fic we will assume that he kept it a secret

♪ you found out when you walked in on him, with his earphones plugged in and everything, loudly singing (almost as well as you)

♪ "what are you doing" you sneak behind him and whisper in his ear

♪ "aah!" he jumps a little bit "you weren't suppose to see this!" his voice a little pitched and kind of fumbling to try and turn his music off, pulling the earphones out of his ears

♪ he ends up making himself more suspicious :|

♪ after he calm down, he kinds goes full fanboy mode "but your music is so good it would be unreasonable to not stream it"

♪ "what a dramatic man"

♪ "but I'm your man"

♪ being exposed, he wouldn't stop praising you, almost threatened to make a fanpage because he has nothing to hide now (he might just do it)

Sungho

♪ calm but slightly defensive no1, also not the type to hide the fact that he was a fan

♪ you catch him when using his phone in the car, changing the song

♪ just out of curiosity, you check his loop playlist, and surprise surprise it's just your latest release

♪ "yeppi! i didn't know you liked me that much !"

♪ confused, he takes a peek at the phone in your hand and immediately faces straight again

♪ "ah ...you caught me" his ears red, " you can't blame me tho ugh, it's just too good"

♪ isn't dramatic or big about his support but he's glad the cats out of the bag, so he can outwardly show his support

♪ sings your songs ALL the time now, when he's cooking, when he's cleaning and even when he's showering

♪ pspsps maybe he's planning to upload a cover of your song for onedoors to listen to

Riwoo

♪ blushy and super shy about it

♪ kept it a secret because he was initially learning the dance to your song and stays up late just so he can perfect it for the dance challenge

♪ you walked into one of the dance practice rooms and that's when you caught him

♪ "you almost do it better than me riwoo-ah" you lean against the door

♪ he tobbles backwards with a little yelp, shocked to see you since ou agreed to meet back at your shared apartment instead

♪ "how long have you been standing there?" fumbling for his phone to pause the music

♪ "long enough to see the whole dance, you're good enough to debut in my group!"

♪ he ends up showing you his practice before you pack up

♪ while packing, you hug him from the back "I didn't know you liked my music so much, you're so adorable" which has him blushing even more

Taesan

♪ nonchalant king frfr

♪ makes playlists dedicated to your songs and he thinks he's really slick about it

♪ but you catch him when you're relaxing with him at home, music playing in the background. and you reach for his phone to change the songs

♪ tries to brush it off and play it cool ( doesn't work)

♪ his shy smile kinda gives him away, but he doesn't get defensive and kind of basks in your teasing for a little bit

♪ "you could have told me you were a fanboy.., do you want a lightstick" you hold his face in your hands

♪ " no need, I'm already your biggest fan"

Leehan

♪ doesn't hide the fact that he was your fan on purpose, he just never told you

♪ has a drawer dedicated to just your merch (I just know he's an avid keychain collector)

♪ and is subconsciously your biggest supporter because he just brings you up in every conversation he has with others

♪ so you catch him talking about your music to the rest of his members, you ended your practice early and wanted to surprise him

♪ "her vocals go crazy, I miss her so much"

♪ "we know ihan, that's all you've talked about in the last hour since the mv dropped" sungho sighs

♪ "It's just so good, I can't stop-" he stops abruptly when he feels your hand slither into his palm

♪ " Are you my unofficial promoter now?" you tease him a little bit, which has so effect because he's just so proud of you and he has no shame in that

♪ "If I don't who will?" with a light blush on his cheeks

Woonhak

♪ shy, pouty baby and defensive no.2

♪ not much of a merch collector but he has a few trinkets here and there

♪ he lowkey gives the vibes of someone who would practice fan chants, but he's kinda shy about it so he practices then when you aren't home

♪ but of course, fate does not go as planned and you catch him in the act

♪ you're kind of peeking through the crack of the door and giggling just seeing him get all excited while singing your songs

♪ "ah..! you scared me" he jumps a bit when you walk in

♪ he grabs the paper with the chants and stuffs it in his pocket, with a sheepish grin (yk the one), and his cheeks red

♪ "you should have told me woonhakie!" you pinch his cheek lightly

♪ "it was a surprise mmhm" he just wanted to surprise you at your next live performance :(

♪ you make a mental note to save him a spot at the front row of your next concert

[miaozzy]

pls do a part 2 omg this is so good ??

— ESPRESSO

kim donghyun "leehan" x gn!reader

summary: the coffee shop you regularly go to has a new employee, a kind male your age who always seems to write your name wrong. too bad you'll never notice his attempts at talking to you, right?

warnings/tags: fluff, barista!leehan, barista!taesan mention, mild language, super short sorry

my first boynextdoor post!! requests are open for these lovely lads 🫶 i might do a pt 2 for this but for now this is it!

"y-yn?"

you hear your name, or, an attempt to say your name as you stand aside from the front counter waiting for your coffee. you walk up and grab your drink from the employee, turning it around to see another complete butchering of your name written on the cup. when you look at who's working the cashier, you see the same male you've seen the past few weeks. the one who has taken your exact same order these past few weeks, and still manages to spell your name wrong leaving his coworkers struggling to pronounce whatever he wrote.

he's cute, which is the first thing you noticed about him. his hair long enough to outline his perfect face, his brown eyes that looked like they were chocolate, the warm smile he always had on his face. god, why did this place have to get all the cute people as employees? he must be new too, judging by the way he keeps looking back at his coworkers to ask questions about the drinks and what sizes they come in. also by how nice he seems to be for the overwhelming holiday season for local coffee shops.

as you take a sip of the drink, you look at the time on your watch and realize you're running late. walking by the front counter, you go right by the male who hesitantly reaches his arm out to try and talk to you, but you don't notice as you walk out the door putting your phone to your ear.

"do you really think this is going to work?" taesan asks leehan, leaning against the counter.

"positive," leehan nods his head. "it just...may take some time."

"yeah, no shit," taesan rolls his eyes. "what are you even trying to get out of this? i'm the one actually making the drinks. you just take the orders and spell their name wrong every time."

"well," leehan starts. "they're cute, and i want to get to know them."

"so you think by writing their name wrong repeatedly will want them to talk to you and not get irritated by your incapacity to spell?" taesan raises an eyebrow at his friend.

leehan lets out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. "i don't know! i'm trying, okay?!"

"terribly," taesan mutters. "maybe actually try to have a conversation with them. you never know what could happen." he shrugs lightly.

"yeah, i guess," leehan nods.

the next morning, you walked into the coffee shop looking like you got up five minutes prior. you got essentially no sleep the previous night, and were in desperate need for a strong coffee instead of your usual. you stop in front of the counter and a male walks up to it from behind it, the same one you'd seen the past few weeks.

"hi," he says with a smile. "you gonna get your-"

"i need a quad shot iced americano."

"oh!" leehan lets out in surprise at both you cutting him off and your tone. "not-not your usual?" he asks.

you shake your head. "not today, sorry."

"no! it's okay!" leehan quickly changes the order on his side and grabs a new cup, giving a look to taesan who was already pouring the original drink for you. "uh. uhm."

you raise an eyebrow at the confusion growing visible on the barista's face, clearly not knowing how to do something. "is everything okay?" you ask.

"yep!" leehan nods quickly, clearing his throat as he writes your name on the cup. "you're all set!" he smiles.

you blink a few times, staring at him confused. "you haven't charged me yet."

"don't worry about it!" leehan's smile stays on his face. "my treat," he says before he can think.

a blush forms on your face realizing you just got your drink for free, shyly nodding your head and pushing some of your hair out of your face. "well, thank you..." your voice trails off.

"donghyun," he answers, his smile growing bigger.

"thank you, donghyun. i really appreciate it," you say, smiling back at him.

"it's not a problem," he shakes his head, his hair flowing with him. "really."

"yn?"

sending a gentle smile leehan's way, you walk over to the other side and take your drink from the black-haired male you always saw with leehan. looking at the cup, your smile grows bigger at the sight of your name. walking back up to the front, you hold the cup up in front of leehan.

"finally got my name right, hm?" you say, smiling still. you turn the cup a little bit more, failing to notice leehan's eyes widening in fear as you see numbers scribbled on it, making you confused. looking over the numbers, you realize it's a phone number. slowly lowering the cup, your smile grows bigger as you look at the male in front of you. "and more, huh?"

"uhm," leehan lets out awkwardly, shifting on his feet. "i was hoping i would be able to talk to you more," he admits, a shy smile on his face. "but i didn't really know how to go about it."

it all clicked in your brain then. "so you were writing my name wrong on purpose?" you question, but the smile remains on your face.

"yeah," he nods.

"do you have a paper and pen?" you ask, leaving leehan looking at you confused.

"here," taesan pops out of nowhere, handing you a pen and pad from his apron pocket, nudging leehan lightly before walking in the back.

scribbling your number down on the paper, you tear the page off and hand it over to the male who's staring at you in bewilderment. "here! in case the marker wipes off the cup or one of my friends tosses it," you tell him.

taking the paper from you, leehan looks it over and his face instantly turns red realizing it's your number. "oh! gotcha!" he nods, shoving it in his pocket.

your phone dings, and you pull it out of your pocket to glance at it before putting it back away. "well, i gotta get going. but, it was really nice talking to you a bit, donghyun," you say, grabbing your drink.

"yeah, you too," leehan smiles. "i'll text you after my shift!"

smiling back at him, you open the door and wave. "i'll be waiting!"

as you walk out the door, the bell dinging as you leave, there's a dumb, lovesick smile on leehan's face as he leans against the counter. he glances around, seeing no customers in the store before pumping his fist up in the air. "hell yes!" he exclaims.

"you're a fucking idiot," taesan rolls his eyes, walking back up front.

"be quiet!"