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[mytangerine98]

Hi coming in here to say that you're a really good writer and I love you

Omg thank you so, so much!!

This honestly means the world to me. I’ve been feeling a little guilty for being away but this remind me why I love writing and sharing here.

I love you too—thank you for being patient and kind 💛 An update is on the way soon, I promise!

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📢 IMPORTANT UPDATE: Life Got Me, But I’m Back!

**Streaming, studying, and silence—but I'm back now!**

Hi everyone,

I know it’s been a while since my last update (May 17 to be exact 😅). Life got a bit hectic with exams, and then SEVENTEEN’s comeback on May 26 completely swept me away—streaming was basically a full-time job!

I’m really sorry for the delay, and even if just a few of you are waiting for STAY WITH ME, please know that I appreciate your patience more than you know. I’m slowly getting back on track and will be posting again very soon

Thank you for sticking around! 🥺💕

Kwanranghae🍊

[mytangerine98]

memories that resemble you | lee chan

ミ★ synopsis: the people that you’ve met are meant to be there in your life, on most occasions. however, the person that you’ve set up your whole life with is one where you know they’re irreplaceable. with every flashback that you may encounter comes hope for the upcoming future, and that was the reason why you were always looking forward to meeting him.

ミ★ genre: strangers to lovers!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, mentions of car accident

ミ★ word count: 11,233

ミ★ pairings: chan x gender neutral reader / brief wonwoo x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s been a while since my last oneshot eEK, but i really hope you guys like this one :> it took me a while to write it and it ended up being as lone as a bible passage… idk why all my oneshots end up being so long but oh good gor </333 anyways… make sure to give chan lots of love <333

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[mytangerine98]

Stay with me

Pairing : Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE,MAYBE.

Genre: RomCom, Slice of life, Slow burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

Chapter Five

Goodbye in violet

The wedding had ended in laughter, twinkling lights, music still echoing down the hallways. The after-party still buzzed somewhere behind me as I slipped out the back entrance of the hotel—quiet, unnoticed, exactly how I wanted it.

No time to change. No goodbyes.

I was still wearing the violet saree, the pleats slightly undone, the earrings heavy now, my hair frizzing slightly from the rooftop breeze. But I didn’t care. Not when my phone kept vibrating like a ticking bomb.

Boss: Era, I need you in Busan tomorrow morning. It's urgent. Our VVIP client's son. You're the only one I trust.

And that was that. I didn’t even argue. Of course, I’d go. That’s what I did—showed up, fixed things, made dreams come true. My best friend's wedding was done. Her dream had been fulfilled. I did my part.

But I couldn’t find the strength to walk back in and see everyone again. Not after what tonight felt like. Something strange had been sitting in my chest ever since the bouquet landed in my hands.

So I texted Ela.

Me:I have to go. Work emergency. I love you. I’ll miss you.

I wasn’t supposed to leave like that. I wasn’t supposed to slip away in silence, in a violet saree that still smelled faintly of jasmine and after-party perfume. I wasn’t supposed to text Ela.

Ela: love you. I’ll miss you. Be happy, idiot.

And disappear before sunrise.

But when Jackson Wang calls at 2 a.m., you pick up. And when he says, “Era, I need you on the next flight. It’s for that client. You know the one,” there’s no room for hesitation.

One of the biggest weddings of the year. A potential game-changer for my career. The kind of event that could make my name shine brighter than the city skyline I just left behind. So I packed my things in fifteen minutes flat. Didn’t even change. Just draped a coat over my violet saree, grabbed my laptop, and called a cab.

The lobby was dark when I passed through. Silent. The only sound was the soft hum of the receptionist tapping away at her keyboard.

No one stopped me. No one knew.

And that was for the best.

Meanwhile Back on the Rooftop

Soonyoung wandered around with a half-eaten skewer of tteokbokki, scanning the thinning crowd. It was nearly 4 a.m., most of the guests either passed out or gone back to their rooms. The fairy lights buzzed quietly overhead.

“Hey,” he called, catching Joshua mid-yawn. “Where’s Era?” Joshua shrugged. “Thought she was with you. Weren’t you sitting with her earlier?”

“She vanished. Poof.”

He checked the pool deck. The railing. Even peeked into the hallway near the elevator. Nothing.

Ela came back from her room, her makeup a bit smudged, eyes still dreamy. “She left,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “What?” Hoshi blinked. “When?”

“She said she got called for an emergency project. Left me a text.” He frowned. “Didn’t even say bye?”

“She was wearing the same saree. Just threw on a coat and left.”

He didn’t say anything. Just turned around and stared off at the dark sky. The city lights still glittered, but for the first time that night… he felt like the party had officially ended.

At the Airport

I sat at the gate, legs crossed, fingers flying over my laptop as I confirmed venues, florists, and photography teams for Jackson's new event. Across from me, a little girl kept staring at my saree, eyes wide with awe. I smiled softly and waved.

No time to rest. No time to think about bouquets or white suits or what it meant to leave without a goodbye.

This is who I am. A wedding planner. The best one he has. And I don’t stay.

The wedding was over. The lights dimmed. The laughter had faded into memory. The scent of roses and food had long left the air.

Everyone returned to their lives, as they always do.

Jun flew back to his city with Alfa, hand in hand, faces glowing with that post-wedding glow. Joshua dived back into business classes, Jeonghan into his schedule, Vernon and Seungkwan back to their chaotic energy.

Mingyu… well, he went home. But home now meant Ela and Wonwoo’s cozy apartment, where the kitchen always smelled like cinnamon rolls and love. He couldn’t complain. Especially when he got to eat free food and third-wheel a perfect marriage.

And Ela? She never really let go. She FaceTimed Era daily—showing her what she made for lunch, telling her every petty complaint about Wonwoo’s obsession with crime shows, asking for skincare tips.

But there was that one person who hadn’t seen her face since that night.

And yet—He still saw it.

Soonyoung Kwon leaned back in his leather office chair, glasses pushed up into his hair, paperwork piled on the side, and an open case file blinking on his laptop screen.

He was a lawyer, yes. A damn good one. Defense, mostly. His suits were clean, his hair was a mess, and he still couldn’t believe people trusted him with courtrooms and legal battles. But he always won.

But he couldn’t focus. Not since that day she left without goodbyes.

Because somewhere between “objection sustained” and “we’ll reconvene next Friday”, his mind wandered.

To a violet saree.

To a girl who always told him to stay out of her way.

To a voice that yelled, “I’m telling you, Kwon Soonyoung—stay out of my way!”

And he had. Until she left without saying goodbye.

At the Coffee Shop

Mingyu stirred his iced americano and smirked across the table. “You okay, hyung? You’ve been staring into space for five minutes straight.”

Soonyoung blinked. “What?”

“You’re doing it again,” Mingyu laughed. “Thinking about her?”

“I’m not,” Soonyoung said too quickly.

“You are. Don’t lie. You haven’t made a single sarcastic comment in fifteen minutes. That’s gotta be a record.” He sipped his coffee. “She left. I didn’t even get to say anything.”

“Say what?”

“I don’t know.” He stared out the window. “Something. Anything.”

At the Wang HQ – Busan

Era adjusted the earpiece tucked under her hair and paced through the event venue. Her heels clicked across the marble floor as she directed decorators, coordinated lighting, and fixed floral arrangements with the precision of a queen.

But when her phone buzzed—another FaceTime from Ela—she finally took a breath and stepped into the hallway.

“Why does your husband keep stealing my best friend time?” she teased as the screen lit up with Ela's pouty face and Wonwoo’s hand casually throwing grapes in his mouth behind her.

“You’ll survive,” Ela grinned. “Anyway, Mingyu said Hoshi’s been acting weird.” Era rolled her eyes. “That man is weird.”

“You sure there’s nothing there?”

“I’m sure. He’s annoying. He flirts with everyone. He’s loud. And—” She paused. “—He stayed away just like I told him.”

But for some reason… her voice sounded softer when she said it. Just a little.

[mytangerine98]

Stay with me

Pairing : Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE,MAYBE.

Genre: RomCom, Slice of life, Slow burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

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Chapter Four

The Day of Love

The wedding morning bloomed with sunlight, soft and golden. Seoul’s spring sky was clear—like even the heavens didn’t want to miss this moment.

I stood at the far end of the grand hall, hands clasped in front of me, checking off the final list in my head. The flowers were perfect. The altar? Glowing. The music? Flowing. The guests were arriving in waves, filling the chairs I arranged with such care.

Ela was the happiest bride I had ever seen.

“Do I look okay?” she whispered, hands trembling slightly as I adjusted her veil. I smiled, squeezing her shoulders. “You look like you walked out of a fairytale.”

Her parents entered the bridal suite then—her mother already dabbing tears and her father trying (and failing) to stay composed. “She’s still our little girl,” her dad murmured as he held her hand.

I stepped back, letting them have their moment, heart full. Ela, my best friend since I knew what friendship meant, was living her dream today.

Wonwoo stood under the flowered arch in a fitted cream suit, calm but eyes shimmering. His hands folded neatly in front of him, fingers tapping nervously. Beside him, Seungcheol clapped his back lightly. Joshua and Jeonghan gave him thumbs up. Jun was seated on the second row, fingers laced with Alfa’s, both glowing like they were living inside a movie. Mingyu adjusted his tie while whispering something to Vernon and Seungkwan that made them snort into their palms. Dokyeom waved at guests like he was the star of the show.

Hana, Jiyoon, and Dahee strutted into the ceremony fashionably late, gasping dramatically at the setup like it was for them. “God, I need a wedding like this,” Hana sighed. “Even if I have to fake a relationship.” I rolled my eyes from the aisle, adjusting the final flower on the arch before walking to my seat.

And then—

Every head turned as the music swelled. The doors opened. Ela stepped out, radiant in lace and chiffon, her eyes locked on one person: Wonwoo.

His breath hitched, eyes softening instantly. Time slowed. Even I had to bite my lip not to cry. The vows were simple, personal. Beautiful.

“I’ve loved you since we were nineteen,” Wonwoo whispered, “and I’ll love you until we’re ninety.”

She laughed, holding back tears. “You’re my home. You always have been.”

The moment the officiant said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife”, the entire hall erupted in cheers.

During the reception, laughter filled the banquet hall. Minghao and Chan kept stealing the photobooth for selfies. Woozi was cornered into slow dancing by Dahee, who claimed “he looked too lonely.” Vernon helped Ela's mother with the buffet and melted a few hearts in the process.

And then there was him. Kwon Soonyoung.

In a tailored white suit, hair slicked back just a little, smile wide and obnoxious as always. The moment I stepped in—late, of course, after changing—heads turned.

My violet saree shimmered under the fairy lights, the border catching golden hues. Draped carefully, pleats flowing, blouse traditional but flattering, hair pinned elegantly. It was the first time I’d worn a saree in front of any of them—especially him.

Joshua did a double take. Even Jeonghan let out a low whistle.

Soonyoung choked on his drink.

“You okay, Hoshi?” Mingyu asked, patting his back.

“Peach soda. Wrong pipe,” he coughed, glaring at the floor to avoid looking at me again.

Dahee, of course, noticed. “Oh damn, he saw you and forgot how to breathe.” I ignored her and went to check on the cake.

He didn’t talk to me the entire night. Neither did I. But I caught him watching once or twice. Okay—maybe more than once.

The DJ called out, “Time for the bouquet toss!”

Ela stood on the platform, grinning with mischief. “Alright, girls! Ready?” All the single women—including Hana, Dahee, Jiyoon, and Alfa—lined up.

I stood in the back. Far back. I had no intention of catching that cursed thing.

“One—two—THREE!”

The bouquet soared. It looped higher than expected, caught by the breeze… and then someone bumped into someone else, there was a bit of a push from Hana (as expected), and—Thwack.

It landed squarely into my arms. Dead center. Right into my freaking chest. Everyone gasped. Then exploded in laughter.

“ERA?!” Dahee shrieked, “HOW?!”

I stared down at the flowers in horror. “I swear I wasn’t even trying—!” Ela cackled from the stage. “FATE, BABY!”

And across the room, Hoshi raised his glass at me with the smuggest little grin.

I clutched the bouquet tighter, glaring at him. “Don’t. Even. Start.” He winked. I wanted to throw the bouquet at his head.

But a part of me—deep, buried, annoyed to hell—might’ve smiled just a little

The After-Party

The reception faded into evening, and the after-party bloomed like chaos with music, lights, and way too many drinks.

The hotel rooftop was reserved, fairy lights strung overhead, the Seoul skyline glittering in the distance. A soft breeze rolled through as the dance floor came alive—Jun spinning Alfa in a loop, Seungkwan dramatically lip-syncing to a ballad while Vernon filmed him for blackmail purposes, and Minghao tried to explain wine pairings to a very uninterested Chan.

I slipped off my heels and leaned on the railing, sipping soda from a champagne glass just for the vibe.

Ela was already on the dance floor with Wonwoo, laughing breathlessly, his arms around her waist, her head thrown back in pure joy. I couldn't take my eyes off her—she really was glowing.

“She’s happy,” a voice said behind me. I didn’t even have to look. “Please don’t sneak up on people, Kwon Soonyoung.”

He stood beside me anyway, sipping his drink. “I wasn’t sneaking. I’m just naturally quiet when I’m not annoying you.”

“That’s rare.” He chuckled. “But it’s not impossible.”

I turned my head, eyeing his outfit again. The white suit, the silver chain, the way his shirt was a little undone now from dancing—it annoyed me how put together he looked despite everything. He was annoyingly handsome tonight. Which was still none of my concern.

“I saw you caught the bouquet,” he said casually, bumping my elbow with his. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it.”

“So what if I was?” I narrowed my eyes. “You want me to throw it off this rooftop? I will.” He laughed—really laughed. “You’re the only girl I know who’d threaten bodily harm over flowers.”

“And you’re the only guy I know who makes breathing sound flirtatious.”

He choked on his drink again.

I walked away before he could recover.

Meanwhile on the Dance Floor

Hana dragged Joshua onto the dance floor, and he politely danced like someone who didn't know how to escape. Dahee was trying to get Woozi to sing karaoke, and Jiyoon kept asking Jeonghan to teach her how to “smolder.”

Jun and Alfa were literally dancing like they were the last couple alive. Mingyu got caught in the middle of a dance battle between Seungkwan and Dino, much to his dismay.

The energy was crazy. Loud. Fun. Glowing. And yet—

I sat on the edge of the pool deck with my soda, watching everyone in love or in drama or in both, and felt... weirdly peaceful.

Until he showed up again. “Do you not dance?” Hoshi asked, hands in his pockets.

“Do you not get the hint? And can you not follow me everywhere!" He grinned, dropping down beside me. “Just wanted to sit. Don’t flatter yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thank God.”

We sat in silence for a while, watching Wonwoo spin Ela around as “Love, Maybe” played softly from the speakers.

“She’s gonna be fine,” Soonyoung said suddenly. I glanced at him. “Ela,” he clarified. “She’s not gonna forget you. People don’t forget soulmates. Even if they get married.” I stared at the water, throat tighter than I liked. “Yeah... maybe.”

“Definitely,” he said, then added, “Also, she said if she ever drifts away, you have permission to slap her with the bouquet.”

I huffed a laugh. Then we both went silent again. For a moment, the music and laughter felt far away. And for once... Hoshi didn’t ruin it.

But feelings? No. Not even close.

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Would you mind?

Synopsis: What would my life look like if I were the main character?

Era's Pov;

I’ve always thought of myself as the background character.

The kind that walks past in a movie scene. No lines. No close-up. Just… passing by while the main leads fall in love or ruin each other in beautiful, cinematic ways.

Some of those main leads were my friends. Some were family. All of them were loud enough to be heard. Bright enough to be seen.

And me? I was the pause between scenes. The silence between dialogue. I existed, but softly.

What would my life look like if I were the main character?

That was the last sentence I wrote in my sketchbook journal last night. Not for anyone else. Just me and the paper and the kind of quiet that feels heavier than noise.

Now it’s morning, and I’m back in my place—somewhere between unnoticed and okay with it. The campus buzzes with life, but I move through it quietly. My sketchbook is tucked into my tote. My earphones are a tangled mess in my hoodie pocket, one still dangling in my ear. The song playing is mellow. Sad. The kind of music that doesn’t ask for attention.

Neither do I.

I’m a Fine Art major, second semester at Seoul National University. And this? This is how I move through the world. I don’t hate the background. It’s safe. Predictable. Quiet. You don’t have to perform for silence.

Still, every now and then, someone notices me.

Ren says I look like I stepped out of a painting. Especially when the sunlight hits the left side of my face. She says that’s when I’m the kind of beautiful that makes people stop mid-sentence.

I never know what to say when she says things like that. So I usually don’t.

Ren, my best friend since childhood, is everything I’m not. She’s loud, fearless, magnetic. A Broadcasting major who always walks like there’s a spotlight on her—even when there isn’t. She wears cherry-red lipstick like it’s armor. And somehow, she never loses.

I always wondered why she befriended me. Maybe because she pitied me for my broken family back then. I really don't know the reason.

Ren’s life is a rom-com wrapped in a playlist of chaotic anthems and spontaneous glitter explosions. She’s dating Wonwoo now. Wonwoo, who looks like a poem and speaks like one too. He’s a Music major. Quiet eyes. Soft voice. Leans into Ren like she’s his favorite melody.

Ren calls it fate.

I call it timing.

Either way, it’s theirs.

She’s part of this friend group—SEVENTEEN, they call themselves. A chaos of Music and Theater majors who laugh too loud and love too hard, the kind that look like movie montages in real life. The kind I’ve only seen from afar.

Ren tells me stories about them almost every day.

Last night, it was over street food and stolen time.

“Jun’s taking Alfa on a trip this weekend,” she said, mouth full of tteokbokki, eyes gleaming. “Can you believe that man? Looks like he walked out of a Renaissance painting and still plans candlelight dates like he’s in a K-drama.”

I stirred my rice cake in the sauce, watching the red swirl into orange.

“Mmm,” I said. Ren leaned in. “You’d like them, Era. They’re messy, but not in the bad way. They’re the kind of people who remember your coffee order and text you bad puns at 2 a.m.” I didn’t answer.

Because I wasn’t sure if I could handle that kind of mess. The real, warm, alive kind. Ren sighed, probably frustrated that I was being myself again.

I’ve always been like this. The girl who watches other people’s lives like they’re a film she forgot to audition for.

But it’s easier this way.

You don’t get hurt if you don’t enter the scene.

And I’ve already had enough silence disguised as love to know how empty that gets.

Seungkwan's pov;

If there’s one thing I’ve never liked, it’s silence.

It makes everything heavier. Louder. Your own thoughts start to echo, and suddenly, you're stuck in a room full of memories you didn’t ask to revisit.

Which is probably why I talk too much. Or sing too loud. Or laugh like it’s the only thing keeping me afloat.

I guess I’ve always believed noise keeps things alive. So, I don’t do silence. I avoid it like heartbreak and math.

Which is ironic, because today, silence finds me.

And it’s wearing a black skirt and a white button-up shirt.

We were supposed to be here for Minghao’s art exhibit—me, Jeonghan hyung, and DK. Minghao begged, and I quote, “at least pretend to have taste for once,” so I showed up. I even wore the button-down shirt my mom gave me last Chuseok that makes me look like I’m interviewing for an internship I’ll never get.

I was planning to flirt with the girl at the juice bar and make DK laugh until he snorted.

But then I saw her.

And all the sound drained out of the room.

She stood in front of this massive painting—just blues and golds tangled together like a storm trying to remember how to breathe. The painting was beautiful. But she?

She made it irrelevant.

Her head tilted slightly, like she was listening to something no one else could hear. Her lower lip was tucked under her teeth, and I swear to God, I forgot how to inhale.

I blinked. Swallowed. Failed to do either properly. Then leaned toward Jeonghan hyung and whispered like I was in a church.

“Who is that?”

He glanced up from his phone. “Who?”

I pointed. “Black skirt. White shirt. Hair like a poem.”

DK choked on his iced americano. “Bro, did you seriously just say hair like a poem? Stop reading Vernon’s lyrics before bed.”

I ignored him because I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was something about the way she stood. Like she didn’t know people were watching—but even if she did, she wouldn’t care. Not in an arrogant way. Just… peaceful. She looked like she didn’t need to fill silence to be whole.

Jeonghan followed my gaze and then said, “Oh! That’s Nam Era. Ren’s best friend. I have never met her personally, but Ren talks about her a lot and showed me loads of photos of her that day.”

Era.

The name felt soft.

Like it belonged in a letter I didn’t know I was writing in my head.

“She looks…” I didn’t even finish the sentence. Words felt too clumsy. Too noisy.

DK smirked. “So… is this a full-blown crush or are you just having a spiritual awakening?”

I was going to laugh. Maybe roll my eyes and pretend to move on.

But then she turned. And that’s when it hit me.

She didn’t even look at me. Didn’t notice me at all. She just turned and walked out of the gallery, and the sunlight hit her hair like it was doing it on purpose.

And I—

I just stood there.

Stupidly quiet.

“Seungkwan,” Jeonghan said slowly, nudging me, “You okay?”

“Hyung! I think,” I whispered, “I forgot how to breathe.”

DK slapped my back. “Yup. Spiritual awakening confirmed.”

I didn’t answer. My eyes were still fixed on the gallery doors she disappeared through. Her presence lingered like the final note of a song you didn’t want to end.

I’ve sung love songs a thousand times.

But none of them felt like that moment.

Like silence.

But the kind you want to sit in for a while.

The kind you’d willingly let ruin you.

...To be continued

[mytangerine98]

Stay with me

Pairing : Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE,MAYBE.

Genre: RomCom, Slice of life, Slow burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

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Chapter Three

Definitely not Jealous!

Everything was perfect.

The tables were set. Fairy lights curled like soft gold vines along the edges of the canopy. The flower arrangements looked like they belonged in a royal catalogue. The catering team was finally in sync. The rehearsal went smoothly. Even the weather seemed to be cooperating.

Tomorrow would be the best day of my best friend’s life—and I was genuinely, entirely happy for her.

Ela's parents had arrived, all teary-eyed and proud, hugging me like I was their second daughter. Some of our high school friends showed up too—though some is being generous. I invited them out of courtesy, not out of affection.

Especially them.

Those girls—Hana, Jiyoon, and that fake-laughing mess, Dahee. The ones who always turned everything into a performance. Who thought a wedding was a dating app. Who probably didn’t even know who Wasika was marrying—they were just here to see who else was hot.

And unfortunately, Wonwoo’s friends were hot.

I’d stepped out onto the lawn for a final check-up before heading back in for the night. The altar was a soft glow in the distance, delicate curtains swaying under the city moonlight. Just ahead of it, by the outdoor lounge set up with string lights and plush cushions, I noticed the familiar sound of obnoxious giggling.

Of course.

There they were. Hana with her hair pushed to one side like she was filming a shampoo commercial. Dahee fake-laughing like she was being paid per octave. And right in the middle of them—

Kwon Soonyoung.

I stopped walking. My hands clenched at my sides.

He was laughing too. Leaning back with that stupid laid-back posture. His sleeves rolled up. His hair a little messy like he knew it worked for him. And when Hana lightly touched his arm, he didn’t even move away.

I felt a flicker of—what?

Disgust. Obviously.

I hated girls like that. Always flirting. Always trying to turn someone else’s moment into their own. And him—he was entertaining it.

So be it.

He could do whatever he wanted. Flirt with Hana, marry Dahee, run off with Jiyoon to Bali for all I cared. As long as he stayed away from me.

Just… stay away from me.

I turned and walked back toward the lobby. My heels clicked too loudly on the stone path, my heart thumping harder than it should have. Probably the wine. Or the fatigue.

Definitely not jealousy.

Right?

Meanwhile, under the lounge lights…

Soonyoung’s smile faltered just a little as Hana moved closer. “Your suit tomorrow—it’s gonna look so good on you,” she purred.

“Mmm,” he hummed, glancing over her shoulder. His gaze had shifted, scanning the garden until he spotted someone—someone walking away fast, back straight, fists clenched.

There you were.

His smile faded completely.

“I should go check the lighting setup,” he mumbled suddenly, standing up and brushing past them without another word.

That night...

Soonyoung couldn’t sleep.

He tossed, turned, even tried counting the little cracks in the ceiling of his hotel room—but nothing helped. His chest felt unsettled. Annoyed, he sat up with a huff and ran a hand through his hair.

“Why the hell am I feeling like this?” he muttered to himself.

It was just a wedding. Just some hotel. Just some girl who looked at him like he was the devil himself.

So why the hell did it bother him?

The air outside was cooler than he expected, the kind that clung to skin in the quiet hours of the night. He walked aimlessly, passing the lounge area, the moonlight-kissed altar, and then—

He froze.

There was someone sitting there, right on one of the chairs carefully set up earlier by the wedding planner herself.

And not just sitting. Sinking.

That chair’s ironed white cover was getting wrinkled under the person’s weight and posture, and that alone irritated him. He stormed over with a scoff, ready to give whoever-it-was a proper scolding.

“You know someone worked really hard on that setup, you can’t just—”

He stopped dead.

It was you.

And you were… crying?

His expression softened instantly, all his sass sucked out of him like air from a balloon. You hadn’t even noticed him. You sat still, your back turned, sniffling softly in the dead quiet of the night.

He hesitated, then said gently, “Hey…”

You looked up, startled.

“Oh,” you muttered, wiping at your cheeks quickly. “Go away, Kwon Soonyoung. Not in the mood.”

He didn’t. He sat on the chair behind you, not too close but not far either. “You’re gonna make yourself sick crying out here. It’s cold.” You said nothing for a long moment.

Then your voice came, shaky but quiet. “I was so happy today… Everything was perfect. Ela's wedding is tomorrow. My best friend is marrying the guy she’s loved since college, and it’s all exactly how she imagined it.”

He nodded silently, letting you continue.

“But now… now I feel like maybe everything’s gonna change after this,” you whispered, hugging your arms. “Maybe she’ll forget me. Maybe she’ll become best friends with Joshua or Mingyu—because they’ll literally be in her house with Wonwoo. And me? I’ll be a guest. A visitor.”

The lump in your throat made your voice crack.

“I didn’t even realize when I started crying.”

Soonyoung leaned back, staring up at the stars for a moment. “I think… people changing doesn’t always mean people forgetting.” You stayed quiet.

“I mean, yeah, maybe she’ll get close with Mingyu or Joshua. But that doesn’t erase you. You’re Ela's person. That’s not something that just goes away because someone gets married.”

Your head dropped, your chin pressing into your knees.

“But it still hurts. The thought of not being important anymore.”

He looked at you then, really looked. “If she ever forgets what you mean to her… then she’s the one losing something. Not you.”

You blinked, eyes misty, but turned slightly toward him. “I didn’t expect you of all people to say something like that.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well. I’m full of surprises.”

A small, surprised laugh escaped you.

The silence after that felt less heavy.

Soonyoung stood up, stretching his arms. “C’mon. You’re gonna ruin those covers more if you keep sulking.” You looked like you might roll your eyes, but instead you slowly stood too, dusting off your dress.

He smirked. “I won't tell anyone you cried if you don’t tell anyone I was actually helpful.”

You squinted at him. “Fine. But don’t think this means I like you.”

“Oh, I’m not that delusional,” he said with a playful wink. “But you are kinda cute when you’re dramatic.”

Your jaw dropped. “I knew I should’ve cried somewhere else.”

As you both walked back toward the hotel, the moonlight trailed behind you—soft and quiet, like it too was listening to a conversation not meant to happen.

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Stay with me

Pairing: Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE, MAYBE.

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Slow burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

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Chapter Two

Definitely, Absolutely, 100% Not My Type

“So let me get this straight,” Seungkwan said, mouth full of kimchi pancake. “You threw her clipboard. Into the air. On purpose?”

“It was an elevation of creativity,” Soonyoung defended, holding his chopsticks like drumsticks. “The clipboard was too... clipboard-y.”

I rolled my eyes and stabbed a dumpling. “You're an elevation of a headache.”

“Ouch,” Joshua muttered. “Direct hit.”

We were all squeezed into the outdoor seating area of the little hanok-style guesthouse Wonwoo booked for his groomsmen. A casual group dinner before the official wedding rehearsals kicked in tomorrow. I’d come reluctantly—Ela begged. I didn’t want to spend more time with him than necessary.

But now he sat two people down from me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, leaning way too close to Vernon as they passed around grilled meat like this was some cozy campfire scene from a movie.

It wasn’t. This was my professional zone. And Soonyoung was ruining the aesthetic with his offbeat charisma and starry eyes that didn't belong at a wedding table.

“Ela, your best friend hates me,” he said dramatically, raising his glass of barley tea. “Toast to my suffering.”

“I do not hate you,” I snapped.

“Progress!” Minghao chirped. “She despises you,” Seokmin clarified. “Big difference.”

Everyone laughed. I didn't.

Later, as the group split up—some moving inside, others staying to clean—I went to the edge of the yard, needing air. A million string lights glittered above us like stars caught in a net. It was beautiful. It should’ve been peaceful.

And yet—

“I thought you didn’t hate me,” came the voice I was hoping to avoid. I didn’t turn around. “I don’t have time to hate you, Soonyoung. I’m busy.”

He walked up beside me anyway, hands in his hoodie pocket. “You didn’t have to come tonight.” “I didn’t want to. But Ela asked.”

“You know…” he began, then paused. “You talk to everyone else. Even Mingyu, and he talks in puppy barks. But you never talk to me unless you’re yelling.”

“Because you’re always doing something to yell about.” He laughed softly. “Fair.”

Silence.

The kind that shouldn't feel heavy, but did.

“I just don’t get you,” I admitted quietly, eyes on the lanterns. “You’re everywhere. Loud. Always joking. It’s like… you’re trying too hard.” His smile didn’t falter, but something in his eyes shifted. “Maybe that’s how I survive,” he said.

And then he left.

Just like that.

And I stood there, alone with the lights, my chest inexplicably tight.

Meanwhile, Inside

Joshua elbowed Jeonghan. “Did you see that?”

“Mm-hm.”

“She’s starting to think about him.”

Jeonghan smirked. “He’s been thinking about her.”

“Since the flower girl compliment.”

“Since she didn’t laugh at his tiger joke.”

The two exchanged a knowing look.

Across the room, Seungkwan whispered to Chan, “We're gonna need popcorn for this one.”

The Day Before the Wedding

"Place the centerpieces gently, please! Those roses were flown in this morning, not grown in a field next door!" I yelled, clapping my hands twice as the florists adjusted the table settings.

The venue was chaotic in heels. The main hall looked like a dream already—soft cream drapes cascading from the ceiling, pale gold accents dancing in the sunlight, and florals layered like frosting. Everything was on track.

Until he appeared.

“Kwon Soonyoung, no—put that ladder down!” I barked from across the aisle. “You’re not touching the lighting!”

“I was just helping,” he replied innocently, clearly not helping. “You’re not certified to help.” “You think I’m a hazard?”

“You Are A Hazard.”

That’s when I yelled it. No regrets. Just fire.

“I’m telling you, KWON SOONYOUNG, stay out of my way!”

A beat of silence.

Seungcheol, who was helping Mingyu with a backdrop near the entrance, raised his brows. Wonwoo stopped mid-conversation with Jun. Even Seungkwan slowly turned away from adjusting the guest table placements.

I probably hit a nerve or two. Maybe ten.

Good.

If that meant Soonyoung would keep a ten-foot radius between us, then I was all in.

He didn’t say anything at first—just stared at me for a moment with a strange expression. Not anger, not teasing. Something unreadable. Then he nodded once.

“Got it.”

And walked away.

And just like that, the air felt too quiet. Too… strange. Why did that actually sting a little?

Later That Day

“So you yelled at him again,” Ela said while getting her nails done, her gaze fixed on mine in the mirror. “I didn’t yell. I communicated boundaries.” “You screamed boundaries. You basically declared war.” “I just want this wedding to be perfect,” I muttered. “No clowning, no distractions, no—” “No Soonyoung?” she teased.

“Yes. Exactly. No Soonyoung.”

“Except he’s everywhere,” she added with a little smirk. “And maybe he’s not the distraction. Maybe it's something else that’s bothering you.”

I glared at her. “I’m fine. He just grates on my nerves.” She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. That smug look on her face said everything.

Meanwhile, at the Groomsmen’s Suite

Soonyoung sat with his head tilted back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“You alright?” Joshua asked, flopping down beside him.

“She hates me.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“She yelled my full name,” Soonyoung said, deadpan. “It was spiritual.” “Maybe it’s reverse psychology.” Soonyoung scoffed. “Or maybe I should just stay away like she wants.”

Jun looked up from his phone. “Will you, though?”

The silence that followed said enough.

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Stay with me

Pairing : Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE, MAYBE

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Slow burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

Chapters -

Chapter 0ne : Bridal Blues & Balloon Fiascos

Chapter two: Definitely, Absolutely, 100% Not My Type

Chapter three: Definitely not Jealous

Chapter Four: The Day of Love

Chapter Five: Goodbye in Violet

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Stay with me

Pairing Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE, MAYBE.

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Chapter One

Bridal Blues & Balloon Fiascos

“Era, don’t look behind you.”

That tone in Ela's voice?

Dangerous.

I turned anyway—and there it was. My clipboard, gracefully floating near the ceiling, tied to three shiny tiger-print balloons.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

“I told you not to look,” Ela tried to hide her laugh.

“I’m going to kill him,” I declared, heel tapping against the floor as I stormed toward the main hall.

Kwon Soonyoung.

One of the many interesting friends of Wonwoo—Ela's soon-to-be husband, my best friend’s perfect match, and the only reason I tolerated this circus of extra humans invading my perfect wedding plans. Most of them stayed out of my way.

Except him.

The loudest one. The chaos in human form. Least like me. And yet, somehow, always exactly where I didn’t want him to be.

I found him sitting on the edge of the stage, throwing tiny marshmallows into the air and catching them with his mouth. Alone. Thankfully.

Well, not alone anymore. Jeonghan was lying across three chairs nearby like some kind of princely ghost, pretending to be asleep. Joshua sat beside him, reading something on his phone while munching chips way too delicately. Vernon was sprawled out on the floor, earbuds in, clearly not helping.

“Soonyoung!” He jumped and choked on one. “Ah—hey, wedding witch!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Too late. It’s out in the universe.”

Joshua looked up from his phone, smirking. “She’s going to kill you one day.” Jeonghan yawned dramatically. “Make sure there’s a witness. I want a trial.”

I crossed my arms. “Why did you send my clipboard into orbit?” “It looked too... serious. The vibe was all ‘taxes and tragedy.’ Needed some fun. Balloons are joy, Era.”

“I’m working.” He stood up, brushing sugar dust from his hoodie. “You should try not working. Your jaw might un-clench.” “Oh, I don’t clench my jaw.” He pointed. “You're doing it right now.”

I hated him.

No, wait. I didn’t hate him. That was too strong.

He just… disturbed the peace I tried so hard to maintain.

One Week Before the Wedding

Planning a wedding is chaos. Planning your best friend’s wedding? Emotional chaos.

Wonwoo and Ela were the calm in the storm—quiet, stable, soulmates since university. I admired it. Even envied it, a little.

And me? I was the buffer. The organized storm. The one who could schedule florists in three languages and still have time to rehearse napkin-folding tutorials at midnight. Love? A luxury I didn’t believe in anymore. Not really.

Meanwhile, in the rehearsal space, the rest of Wonwoo’s friends treated it like a sleepaway camp.

Jun and Minghao were practicing lines for a silly best man speech, switching languages mid-sentence. Seungkwan was yelling at Seokmin for breaking the flower arch again. Chan was DJing the Spotify playlist from his phone with too much bass. Jihoon sat on the stairs with a notepad, muttering something about “fixing the acoustic horror.”

I sat on the edge of a chair with my laptop open, trying to ignore it all.

“Why don’t you like him?” Ela asked as we finalized the ceremony schedule. I didn’t look up. “Who?”

“Soonyoung.” “I just don’t,” I replied too quickly. She smirked. “Which means you do.”

“I swear to God, Ela.”

Four Days Before the Wedding

I caught him in the hallway, helping one of the little flower girls with her tiara. His voice was soft. Calmer. Patient, even. And I paused.

Just for a second.

> 거짓말처럼 첫눈에 알 수가 있었어 널

그래 내가 찾던

유일한 나의 사람 그게 바로 너 란걸

No.

Not that.

Not even close.

He looked up, caught me watching, and grinned. “She said I’m prettier than her tiara. You jealous?”

And just like that, the spell broke.

I rolled my eyes. “Only of your ego.” “Valid.”

Later that evening

I passed by the garden, where Seungcheol and Jeonghan were trying to string fairy lights—badly. Woozi supervised with a leveler. Mingyu was too tall and making it worse by holding the ladder at an angle.

Soonyoung, of course, wasn’t helping.

He was sitting on the table, sipping juice out of a fancy champagne glass and watching me with a smirk.

“Looking a little tense again, wedding planner.”

“Maybe because a certain someone keeps multiplying my tasks.” “Come on, Era.” He leaned in just enough. “Admit it. Without me, this would be boring.”

I didn’t answer.

Mostly because I wasn’t sure what the truth was anymore.

[mytangerine98]

Stay with Me

Pairing Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE, MAYBE.

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff, Enemies-to-friends-to-lover.

Characters

Choi Era- Wedding Planner. No nonsense professional. Committed bestie. Sharp.

Kwon Soonyoung - Loud, Chaotic, Dramatic, Hopelessly Romantic.

Supporting Characters

Jeon Wonwoo - The groom , Hopelessly Romantic

Park Ela (oc)- Soon-to-be Mrs. Jeon. Era's Bestie.

Lee Alfa (oc)- Jun's girlfriend. Era and Ela's best friend.

Choi Seungcheol

Yoon Jeonghan

Hong Joshua

Moon Junhui

Lee Jihoon

Xu Minghao

Kim Mingyu

Lee Dokyeom

Boo Seungkwan

Chwe Vernon

Lee Chan

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

〰️ lowk inspired by apartment 5c by @ suhnshinehaos !!

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⁜ 97 line x f!reader . ( seokmin , mingyu , minghao )

SYNOPSIS. when yn needs a place to stay, mingyu offers his room back with his former roommates. but there's a thin line between roommates and...?

CONTENT. smau with written parts , non!idol au , fluff , attempt at crack , fangirling on 2D men (cough geto cough) , pining (🙈🙈) .

FEATURING. most of the svt members , nayeon + jihyo (twice) , yunjin (le ss) , irene + yeri (red v.) , and more!

IMPORTANT NOTE. i'll be using ulzzang/random pictures for yn from pinterest. i am not claiming these faces as yn, these are just for references for IG, twt, etc. i tried my best to find pics that don't show a lot of face for yn.

STATUS: ongoing!

UPDATES: whenever i can!

CHAPTERS.

PROFILES. girlfriends only!! || man shut yo-

01 yk i got the rizz, the rizzness

02 unintentionally eavesdropping

03 homeless for 30 minutes

04 something something gremlin

05 you dry asf

06 moving in w da homies (not rlly) [ W ]

07 tba.

© zzenkha . . . 2022 ,, do not repost, plagiarise, translate any of my works.

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WANTED : NEW ROOMMATE

pros : you get your own room, it’s cheap, near the campus, you get to live with us :) cons : you have to live with us :( for inquiries contact @ woozi @ wonu @ jun @ hoshi on twitter !!

suhnshinehaos presents…

apartment 5c : a svt 96 line smau

synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader

genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

format : mostly smau + some written parts

status : completed !!

—  episode list + note under the cut <3

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A Series

Pairing: seungkwan x reader

Synopsis: You were always the quiet girl, minding your own business—until Seungkwan roped you into a fake dating deal, turning your peaceful life into unexpected chaos. Genre: College AU, Rom-com, Fake Dating, Hidden Angst.

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Chapter 2

Terms and Conditions a.k.a. The Contract of Chaos

Seungkwan didn’t give up easily.

For the entire day, he was glued to your side like a shadow. Wherever you went — the cafeteria, the lecture hall, even the vending machine — there he was, trailing behind you with unwavering determination.

By the time you caught him peeking from behind a bookshelf in the library, you’d had enough.

With an exhausted sigh, you finally turned to face him.

“Fine,” you snapped. “I’ll hear you out. Just so I can say no properly.”

Seungkwan sat across from you at a quiet café, his fingers drumming against the table. He wasn’t nervous — no, Boo Seungkwan was never nervous. He was calm. Collected. A master negotiator.

You, on the other hand, looked completely unimpressed. Arms crossed, eyebrow slightly raised — like you were reconsidering all your life choices that had led to this exact moment.

“So,” you said flatly, “explain why I should agree to this insanity again?”

Seungkwan cleared his throat. “Okay. First of all, let’s not call it insanity. Let’s call it a… mutually beneficial strategic partnership.”

You stared. “It’s fake dating.”

“…Yes. But with flair.”

You leaned back in your chair, suppressing a smirk. Let’s have a little fun, you thought. “Convince me.”

Seungkwan exhaled dramatically. “Alright, listen. I’ve built my reputation on being the Campus Love Guru. People trust me. They seek my wisdom. But now, thanks to certain individuals—” he shot an unspoken glare toward where Chan was probably crying in his dorm, “—my credibility is at risk.”

“And?”

“And if I don’t prove I can be in a functional relationship, I become a fraud. A scammer. Do you know how damaging that is to my brand?”

You blinked. “You don’t have a brand.”

Seungkwan clutched his chest like you had physically stabbed him. “Wow. Rude.”

You sighed. “What do I get out of this?”

Seungkwan grinned, leaning forward like he had been waiting for this exact question. “Ah-ha! I knew you’d ask.” He pulled out a small notebook from his bag, flipping to a page titled Reasons Why This is a Good Idea (complete with bullet points and underlines).

He cleared his throat dramatically.

1. Free Coffee.

“I will personally fund your caffeine addiction for two months.”

Your eyes narrowed. “…Tempting. But I can buy my own coffee. And I’m not that broke.”

Seungkwan sighed. “Girl, you’re a rich ass — I know — but who doesn’t like free coffee?”

You nodded begrudgingly. Fair point

2. People will stop thinking you’re ‘mysterious and unapproachable.’

“You do realize people on campus are lowkey terrified of you, right?”

You frowned. “What?”

Seungkwan leaned in. “You’re rich, you don’t go to parties, you sit in the back of the lecture hall like a brooding movie protagonist, and you always wear black. People think you’re either hiding a tragic past or secretly a mafia boss.”

You scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”

Seungkwan shrugged. “Hey, I didn’t start the rumors.”

You shook your head. “Next point.”

3. It’ll be fun!

Seungkwan beamed. “Think about it! Cute couple selfies, dramatic hand-holding in public, fake arguments where I storm off dramatically—”

“Why would we fake-argue?”

“For flavor.”

You stared at him, unimpressed. “This is insane.”

Seungkwan clasped his hands together, eyes pleading. “Please. I’m desperate.”

You sighed deeply. This was so not what you had planned for your peaceful, low-profile college life.

But… it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. After all, you’d be heading back to that black hole of responsibility after college anyway.

“…Fine.”

Seungkwan gasped. “Really?!”

You held up a hand. “On conditions.”

He nodded eagerly. “Anything.”

You leaned forward, your voice firm. “Public hand-holding is fine, but no unnecessary clinginess.”

Seungkwan nodded. “Got it. Respecting personal space. Very noble.”

“No dramatic love confessions. We keep it simple.”

“Understandable.”

“And no real feelings.”

Seungkwan scoffed. “Pfft. Please. Do you know who you’re talking to? I would never.”

You gave him a pointed look.

“…Okay, that came out weird. But you get what I mean.”

You exhaled. “Alright. Then I guess we have a deal.”

Seungkwan grinned, holding out his hand. “To our mutually beneficial strategic partnership.”

You shook it hesitantly. “To insanity.”

And just like that, the deal was sealed.

No one knew. No one would suspect a thing.

This was going to be so easy.

…Right?

[mytangerine98]

A Series

Pairing: seungkwan x reader

Synopsis: You were always the quiet girl, minding your own business—until Seungkwan roped you into a fake dating deal, turning your peaceful life into unexpected chaos. Genre: College AU, Rom-com, Fake Dating, Hidden Angst.

Chapter 1

If there was one universal truth at Seoul University, it was this: Boo Seungkwan knew everything about love. Or at least, that’s what everyone believed.

Seungkwan’s dorm room wasn’t just a dorm room. No, it was a sanctuary. A relationship clinic. A safe space where the emotionally confused and romantically doomed sought guidance.

His bed? An office couch.

His desk? A makeshift therapy table.

His laptop? A portal to Seungkwan’s Guide to Love, his semi-famous personal blog where he delivered advice with the confidence of a seasoned dating expert.

He had an answer for everything.

— “Text back? No. Wait exactly 2 hours and 17 minutes for maximum emotional damage.”

— “Confess your feelings? No. Make them jealous first, then confess.”

— “Breakup? Absolutely. Block them on everything but LinkedIn. They must suffer professionally.”

It worked. It always worked.

Until, of course, it didn't .

Lee Chan, poor, naïve, painfully in-love Lee Chan, had trusted Seungkwan’s wisdom like it was gospel.

“I did it, hyung! I ignored her texts for exactly 2 hours and 17 minutes!”

“…And?”

“…She blocked me.”

Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. Seungkwan swallowed. This is fine. Everything is fine.

But everything was not fine.

Because the moment Chan announced his tragic fate to the dorm floor, chaos erupted.

"I really never actually trusted Seungkwan!!" Hoshi told Chan as always being the dramatic ass he was.

But Seungkwan heard, "What??" He arched his brows.

Then Seungcheol put salt in Seungkwan wound.

“—Seungkwan, have you actually been in a relationship? No right!?"

Then others started laughing.

Dozens of wide, suspicious eyes locked onto him. Seungkwan froze, an unnerving sweat creeping up his neck.

“…What kind of question is that?” He scoffed, leaning back like the question was beneath him. “Of course I have.”

Mingyu raised a brow. “Name one.”

“…Why would I expose my past relationships to the public?” Seungkwan let out a scandalized gasp. “Privacy, ever heard of it?”

“But you’ve never mentioned dating anyone.”

“Haven’t I?” He forced a laugh, crossing his arms. “Wow. Fake friends. Unbelievable.”

“No, but for real, who?”

The pressure mounted. His credibility—the very foundation of his entire love empire—was crumbling. His heart pounded. His pride was at stake.

Finally, in a last, desperate attempt to save face, he blurted:

“If I want, I can be in a relationship right now.”

Dead silence.

Jihoon narrowed his eyes. “Prove it.”

Seungkwan blinked. “Pardon?”

“Be in a relationship. Right now. Show us.”

Seungkwan straightened, cleared his throat, and, with the confidence of a man who had just ruined his own life, declared,

“Give me 24 hours. I’ll prove it.”

The Perfect target

If Seungkwan was going to fake a relationship, he needed the perfect candidate.

Someone convincing. Someone dating-worthy but notoriously single. Someone effortlessly beautiful yet always out of the spotlight. Someone who wouldn’t immediately rat him out to his nosy friends.

As a certified social butterfly, he knew exactly who that person was.

Choi Y/N.

And where could he find this elusive too-cool-for-romance individual?

The library, of course.

Sure enough, there you were—sitting alone at your usual table, nose buried in a book, utterly unbothered by the world. The embodiment of serene isolation.

Seungkwan marched over, stopping dramatically in front of you with a deep sigh.

“Hey.”

You didn’t even look up. “What do you want?”

Not the friendliest start, but hey, he had faced worse. “Just a simple question. What’s your name?”

This time, you did look up, expression blank. “I asked what you want.”

Seungkwan blinked. Oh, she’s mean. Fantastic.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine. Since you want to keep it like this then

I need you to be my fake girlfriend.”

Silence.

You stared at him, unblinking, as if he had just asked you to commit arson.

“…Come again?”

Seungkwan forced on his best award-winning smile. “Fake. Girlfriend. You know, like in the movies. Temporary. No real feelings.”

Your stare didn’t waver. “No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

Seungkwan groaned. This was going to be harder than he thought.

Chapter 2

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Coming Soon!!!

A Series

Pairing: seungkwan x reader

Synopsis: You were always the quiet girl, minding your own business—until Seungkwan roped you into a fake dating deal, turning your peaceful life into unexpected chaos. Genre: College AU, Rom-com, Fake Dating, Hidden Angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Anyone waiting for this series!!

This was a series I wrote a long time ago and just recently I absent mindedly deleted the draft and there was no way to recover it...so I'm not continuing this series 😭🤧