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  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — prologue: the first clash!

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

[ WARNING ] ━━ swearing/vulgar language, technical/graphic design talk, unedited time stamps (for the tweets), arguing

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You weren’t the type of person to hate things.

Annoyed? Of course. Irritated? Occasionally. Mildly inconvenienced? Constantly—but that was just the fine print of everyday life, wasn’t it? Hate, though? That always felt like too strong a word. Too heavy, too melodramatic. You’d never been that kind of person. You were the kind of kid who shrugged when the vending machine ate your change, who calmly accepted it when the teacher forgot to call on you even though your hand had been raised for three minutes straight. You didn’t rage. You didn’t brood. You just… moved on.

Take-out place forgot your sauce? That’s fine. Someone else gets the credit for your idea in a group project? Annoying, but whatever. Your life wasn’t defined by petty grudges or disproportionate reactions.

You were the kind of person who was genuinely okay getting vanilla when they ran out of chocolate. Who didn’t throw a fit over middle seats, squished sandwiches, or bad group photos where you were blinking. You just adjusted, adapted. Made peace with it. A full phone battery, warm socks, and a smooth-writing pen could salvage even the worst day.

Your standards weren’t low—they were just realistic. And maybe a little flexible. When your friends got loud and chaotic and dramatically feral (as they often did), you didn’t bite back. You’d give them a pointed look, roll your eyes, maybe lob a dry remark in their direction if you were feeling spicy. Then it was over.

Eunchae’s constant fish jokes about Kim Dong-hyun from Class 2-3? Unoriginal, but harmless. Yuna’s endless nitpicking over your sentence casing? Pedantic, but fine. Jimin’s smug little I told you so smirks whenever she was right (which, unfortunately, was often)? You dealt with it. Anton being… Anton? Yeah, that one you’d accepted as a cosmic mystery long ago.

You liked to think of yourself as easygoing. You had strong opinions, sure, but they stayed contained. You’d argue them when necessary, then fold them neatly away again like a shirt in a drawer. You didn’t start fights. You didn’t hold grudges. You didn’t make enemies.

It wasn’t a philosophy you planned on changing any time soon.

But then again, you hadn’t really met Kim Woonhak yet, had you?

On the other hand, on the opposite side of the school—philosophically, spatially, and in nearly every single way that mattered—Kim Woonhak preferred the unexpected, and hated feeling mundane.

He didn't just want to stand out. He needed to.

Fitting in felt like a punishment. Silence? Torture. Agreement? Boring. If certain people thrived on clean lines and quiet logic (which sounds a lot like you, but he doesn't really know that, not yet), Woonhak thrived on the glitch in the system. The hiccup. The spark that sent everything sideways just long enough for something interesting to happen.

Some people found it charming. Others found it exhausting. He, however, found that incredibly delectable.

He walked into every room like a song stuck in someone's head—loud, catchy, and could be mildly irritating if they weren’t in the mood. There was always a rhythm to him, a way he spoke that made you feel like he was half-joking, even when he wasn’t. He never said “hello” like a normal person, after all. It was always a dramatic entrance, a finger-gun, a spin in his chair, a deliberately too-loud sigh, or perhaps even a full-blown tantrum on the literal floor when he loses a game with his friends.

But it wasn’t just for show. Woonhak genuinely believed things should be fun, a little risky, maybe even a little chaotic. That’s probably why he agreed to run for student council. Or, at least, let Leehan (or Kim Dong-hyun to everyone else in this school) rope him into running for positions that would let the Canva-addicted boy put his graphic design experience to good use. It wasn't for the prestige or the college apps. Heck, not even because he cared that much about the school’s broken vending machine or outdated club funding policies.

Kim Woonhak, in all his "bold-lettered, all-caps type of vibe" glory, just liked a stage.

And the idea of going the meetings? To the debates? Just thinking about the way he would make people bristle and squirm when he eventually pokes at their carefully built arguments? He lived for it.

So when he remembers the reason why he can't stop bouncing on the soles of his feet, snapping his fingers to relieve the tension, all morning—Riwoo (a.k.a. Lee Sang-hyuk) dismissed him and said it was probably just his stimming, but he begged to differ—Woonhak grinned like he’d just been handed a mic and been told to freestyle.

Game on, he thought, slapping his phone on his hand with a thrilled grin.

He hadn't met everyone yet. Didn’t matter. He’d find the straight-laced one, the one who thought rules were sacred and compromise was noble. The one who couldn’t stand being wrong. The one who mistook calm for control.

He'd find them. He always did.

So that’s probably what jumpstarted this whole shenanigans in the first place. What with just ten minutes into the first student council meeting of the year, someone’s already arguing about fonts.

Not budgets. Not school-wide policy. Jesus, not even the embezzling rumors from last year’s prom.

The first argument of this ill-starred school year for the student council, was about goddamn fonts.

“Comic Sans is a literal war crime,” you say flatly, arms crossed, a soft pink highlighter in your hand. You held it tight in a vice grip, like a weapon, or at least trying to not repurpose it as one. Your voice is calm, but everyone at the table can feel the temperature drop a degree at every word. “This is a formal announcement. For a formal event. Why would we want it to look like a kindergarten flyer?”

Across the table, a stranger who spelled "chaos"—to you, at least, with his creased jacket, loose tie, chewing on a straw for his iced coffee like he’s halfway through a music video—blinks. Once. Then again, slower.

“It’s legible. And fun,” he shrugged. “Not everyone wants to read a funeral pamphlet, Your Highness.”

Gasps. Scoffs. A choked laugh from Eunchae. Someone drops a pen (you're pretty sure it was Anton). And just like that, Kim Woonhak makes his entrance.

Your eyes narrow. You don’t recognize him. He must be one of the new reps. You internally scramble for his name, but the irritation crowds out logic. Glancing down, right at his name tag, you zero in onto the neat print.

Kim Woonhak. Huh. You've heard of the name before—on the ballot, on the whispers that trailed through orientation week. Something about him being the wildcard pick, the kind of guy who ran for council because, quote, he was bored and liked arguing. You didn’t really expect him to be this… infuriating in person. Or this confident.

Either way, all you knew was that he’s wrong. Loudly, confidently wrong.

He leans back in his chair like he owns the room. Like he chose to be annoying today.

You don’t speak right away. You just stare right at him, unyielding to his sly smirk, expression neutral, but you could feel it. You may not be able to name it for now, but the others were quick to notice how the air crackles with something unmistakable: deep, instant resentment.

Jimin, the student council president, doesn’t even glance up from her tablet. “If one of you commits murder before homecoming, I’m not filling out the forms.”

Eunchae looks like she might spontaneously combust.

The treasurer’s eyes dart nervously between you and the co-design chair, like she’s watching two ticking time bombs edge closer to each other. She sends a silent SOS across the table to Yuna, who meets her gaze, raises her smoothie in a mock toast, and mouths oh my god before taking a dramatic sip like it’s the juiciest drama she’s seen all week. That says a lot already, as the red-haired secretary has always made a point to know everything about everyone in your school.

To your right, Jungwon shifts slightly—barely—but it’s enough. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a fraction as he flicks a glance from the smug expression on Woonhak's face to your ever-stiffening posture. A single brow rises. Not a word, but the message lands loud and clear: this is bad.

Anton exhales through his nose like he was an exhausted professor grading failing essays. His pen scratches against paper, and whatever he’s writing carries the weight of someone deeply questioning their life choices. Possibly: transfer schools?

Meanwhile, across the table, the energy couldn’t be more different.

“Ten minutes,” Jaehyun mutters with a lopsided grin, pulling a water bottle from his bag and nudging it across the table like a peace offering—or a warning—to Sungho.

The vice president takes it wordlessly and unscrews the cap of the water bottle, downing half of it in one go. His hand trembles slightly. Jaehyun hands him another for backup.

Taesan (or to the rest of the student body, Han Dong-min) leans so far back in his chair it creaks ominously, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold like it’s a courtroom drama and he already knows who’s guilty. Riwoo leans in to whisper something under his breath—whatever it is, it makes Leehan snort before quickly covering it with a cough and a fake adjustment of his collar.

This isn’t a meeting anymore. It was a show. And the kicker? No one really gave them a program. No one warned them that Kim Woonhak’s favorite pastime is poking at anything tightly wound, and no one bothered to mention that you might just snap back like a mousetrap dipped in glitter and everything nice.

The tension in the room stretches—taut and waiting—then, complete stillness. Just half a second of silence too long, the kind that hangs in the air like a held breath. Thick. Brittle. Charged.

You break it first.

“Do you have a design degree I should know about?” you ask again, coolly.

“No, but I have eyes,” Woonhak replies, gesturing broadly to the poster mock-up presented on the TV screen at the front of the room like it's obvious. “It’s readable. That’s what matters. No one cares about your weird vendetta against fonts.”

“It’s not a vendetta,” you say incredulously, like the insinuation was comparable to a personal transgression. “It’s basic visual standards. And I’m not going to let the first event of the year look like a group of six-year-olds made it in Paint.”

“You’d be lucky if six-year-olds came,” he fires back. “People are already bored to death of the council. Let it be fun for once.”

“I’d rather it be respected.”

“Well, it’s not,” he says with a shrug. “Might as well lean in.”

Your jaw tightens. You don't yell. You never yell. It's something that was as unnatural for you as aliens actually existing out in the outer space. Instead, you just look at him like you're filing a complaint with the universe. And in your head, the decision is already made.

You hate him.

Not disliked. Not “he’s annoying.” Not “he’s loud.” No—hate. Pure, clean, and abso-fucking-lute. The kind that settles into your spine and announces itself like a new tenant. This... this asshat, whoever he is, has just made your list. Not to mention, he's actually been awarded the rare honor of being the first one on it!

And Woonhak? He doesn’t think about you that intensely. Not yet, he thinks. You were uptight, sure. Probably a little high-strung. The kind of person who probably color-codes your sock drawer and speaks in bullet points (the latter, you actually don't do, the former... eh, depends on the mood). He doesn’t hate you. He just finds you deeply irritating. Like a glitch in his otherwise good mood.

Still, something about your reaction sticks. Something about the way you looked at him like he was beneath you. Like he was wasting oxygen. He bristles. He didn't like that. Not at all.

So, suddenly, it clicks. It’s not about the font anymore.

Jaehyun sighs as the argument loops into a second round—this time about layout spacing.

“This is gonna be a long year.”

[ A. NOTE ] ━━ okay OOPS i couldn't help myself, i added some tweets. ik i did keep saying that the prologue was going to be written, and i stuck to my word mostly considering how freaking long this is lmfaooo but yeah, i wanted to show their the friend groups' online dynamic. what do you guys think? let me know what you verdict is on this. i think y/n and woonhak are so adorable even while arguing. married couple vibes, anyone? no? okay. anyway, stay tuned for chapter 1!

[ TAGLIST ] ━━ (open) @s0shroe @kazukazukiiii @beomev @sfnctzen @tempewra @aeminju @wondoras @mensisim @person-line @g3laatin @jungwonbropls @tkooooop @w3willris3 @woonbabie @prodkwh

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  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — woony & the wombats!

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

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.・。.・゜✭・. KIM WOONHAK ━━ @/woonhacked ✼ sagittarius. ✼ co-design lead / #1 y/n hater (liar) ✼ swears he’s unbothered but goes feral over font choices ✼ acts too cool for student council, but his Pinterest boards say otherwise ✼ mysteriously always around when y/n is too. “don’t look at me like that, i didn’t even do anything. yet.” .・。.・゜✭・. MYUNG JAEHYUN ━━ @/nojaenopep ✼ sagittarius. ✼ spirit coordinator who thinks pep rallies are Coachella ✼ unwilling campus “shoulder to cry on” ✼ believes every hallway is his runway ✼ has a one-sided rivalry against the intercom mic. “i don’t spread rumors. i drop little teasers and just let the plot unfold.” .・。.・゜✭・. PARK SUNGHO ━━ @/sungsystem ✼ virgo. ✼ vice president / unpaid therapist ✼ has a spreadsheet for everyone’s emotional damage ✼ sighs like a disappointed father but enables chaos like a fun uncle ✼ low-key takes y/n’s side all the time. “you’re not wrong, woonhak. you’re just inefficient.” .・。.・゜✭・. LEE SANG-HYUK ━━ @/rizzwoo ✼ libra. ✼ social media coordinator slash reluctant heartthrob ✼ master of unhinged soft launches ✼ “just friends” with everyone’s crush ✼ a bit of a (more like totally) compulsive flirt. “don’t blame me. blame the lighting and my irresistible sex appeal.” .・。.・゜✭・. HAN DONG-MIN ━━ @/taespeaks ✼ leo. ✼ thinks being an emo assembly liaison is his “brand™” ✼ uses morning announcements to soft-launch his podcast career ✼ finds a way to weave Shrek quotes into school program scripts ✼ wears sunglasses indoors “for the aesthetic”. “in the end, aren’t we all just onions?” .・。.・゜✭・. KIM DONG-HYUN ━━ @/hanmadegraphix ✼ libra. ✼ design lead with a god complex over poster symmetry ✼ manages to include fishes in every edit he makes ✼ emotionally blocked but his layouts aren’t ✼ may or may not be running three secret stan accounts (one probably for fishes). “my flyers cure people’s seasonal depression, dude. you’re welcome.”

[ A. NOTE ] ━━ after a loooooooooong time of waiting, here it is. this, this is all i got. *coughs and cries* yeah no but i really am so so SO sorry it took this long to give y'all this update. just got really stressed over enrolling to a university, applying for scholarships, and yada yada yada... excuses aside, here's batch 2 of my dorks. hope you enjoy them! the prologue will come soon (or not) *cue evil laugh* you will see woonhak and y/n's dynamic soon,, and how cute they are that you'd start thinking about starting a whole matchmaking plan to get these two nerds together too... just sayin.. hope you liked these!

[ TAGLIST ] ━━ (open) @s0shroe @kazukazukiiii @beomev @sfnctzen @tempewra @aeminju @wondoras @mensisim @person-line @g3laatin @jungwonbropls @tkooooop @w3willris3 @woonbabie @prodkwh

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  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — y/n’s minions!

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

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.・。.・゜✭・. HWANG Y/N ━━ @/academicweapon ✼ pisces. ✼ poster girl for pastel highlighters and repressed feelings ✼ calendar-coded life ✼ emotionally constipated but will cry if the balloons aren’t symmetrical ✼ beefs with woonhak by breathing the same air. “not interested,” she says, then rereads his text 38 times. .・。.・゜✭・. SHIN YUNA ━━ @/yunpoppins ✼ sagittarius. ✼ pretty, popular, peacemaker ✼ can’t stand tension but lives for gossip ✼ types minutes with one hand, gossips with the other ✼ accidentally matches her outfits with the school aesthetic. "let’s all just be civil—wait, what did he say about y/n??" .・。.・゜✭・. HONG EUNCHAE ━━ @/bankofyounchae ✼ scorpio. ✼ treasurer but spiritually a mafia boss ✼ tiny menace with god-tier budgeting skills ✼ will smile while cutting your funding ✼ drinks overpriced coffee and judges your life choices. “$20 for tablecloths?? ok mr. bezos.” .・。.・゜✭・. YOO JIMIN ━━ @/yjmworld ✼ aries. ✼ knows the school rules better than the teachers ✼ elegant menace ✼ looks like she’s on the cover of Forbes Teens ✼ can and will finesse a crisis into a PR win. “if you don’t like my rules, then make your own student council.” .・。.・゜✭・. YANG JUNGWON ━━ @/wontheclock ✼ aquarius. ✼ unbothered king of backup plans ✼ makes crisis management look cute ✼ has weirdly good handwriting ✼ professionally tired but spiritually invested in everyone else’s drama. “i just think it’s funny how you’re always yelling at him.” .・。.・゜✭・. LEE CHANYOUNG ━━ @/gymclasshero ✼ aries. ✼ golden retriever energy ✼ too hot to be this humble ✼ teases y/n like a brother—until woonhak starts acting weird about it ✼ surprisingly great at pep talks. “bro. you like her. just say it. what’s the worst that could happen? ...actually, don’t answer that.”

[ A. NOTE ] ━━ these are batch 1 of my lovely dorks hehehe the wombats will be coming soon ;)) thanks for reading!!

[ TAGLIST ] ━━ (open) @s0shroe @kazukazukiiii @beomev @sfnctzen @tempewra @aeminju @wondoras @mensisim @person-line @g3laatin @jungwonbropls @tkooooop @w3willris3 @woonbabie @prodkwh

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heyaaa !! can you pls add me to your taglist for "for you… maybe"? (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) btw the cover of your smau is very very beautiful

hi! sorry for the late reply! ofc u can!

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HII can u get added to 'for you.. maybe' 's masterlist? really excited 💞

ur up alr lovely! thanks for giving it a chance hehehehe

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  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — cedar height's student council!

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

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.・。.・゜✭・. PRESIDENT ━━ Yoo Jimin ✼ the highest authority ✼ oversees the entire council ✼ makes executive decisions ✼ the face of the student body. .・。.・゜✭・. VICE PRESIDENT ━━ Park Sungho ✼ second-in-command ✼ supports the president ✼ steps in when president is unavailable ✼ helps manage internal coordination. .・。.・゜✭・. SECRETARY ━━ Shin Yuna ✼ handles all documentation ✼ takes down meeting notes ✼ oversees official communication ✼ in charge of scheduling. .・。.・゜✭・. TREASURER ━━ Hong Eunchae ✼ manages the budget ✼ organizing and overseeing fundraising activities ✼ allocates funds for events ✼ approves spending. .・。.・゜✭・. LOGISTICS LEAD ━━ Yang Jungwon ✼ coordinates operations and timelines ✼ ensures everything runs smoothly behind the scenes ✼ works closely with the president and event team. .・。.・゜✭・. HEAD OF EVENTS ━━ Hwang Y/N ✼ leads the planning and execution of all major school events ✼ develop and implement publicity strategies for events ✼ creative force + people wrangler. .・。.・゜✭・. HEAD OF ACTIVITIES ━━ Lee Chanyoung ✼ organizing and facilitating inter-house and year-level sporting competitions ✼ maintaining school spirit through extracurriculars. .・。.・゜✭・. SPIRIT COORDINATOR ━━ Myung Jaehyun ✼ leads pep rallies, spirit weeks, and anything hype-related ✼ voices the interests and concerns of the student body ✼ keeps morale up. .・。.・゜✭・. ASSEMBLY LIAISON ━━ Han Dongmin ✼ plans and runs student assemblies ✼ public speaking overseer ✼ makes announcements fun (or dramatic). .・。.・゜✭・. OUTREACH CHAIR ━━ Lee Sanghyuk ✼ connects with external partners (clubs, local businesses, parent orgs) ✼ promotes inclusivity ✼ encourages student participation. .・。.・゜✭・. DESIGN COORDINATOR ━━ Kim Donghyun ✼ in charge of visual branding, posters, event promo, and decor aesthetics ✼ overseeing the design process for various projects ✼ permanent subscription to canva. .・。.・゜✭・. CO-DESIGN CHAIR ━━ Kim Woonhak ✼ right-hand to the design coordinator ✼ brings the ✨extra flair✨ ✼ often the chaotic creative type who makes the visuals pop.

[ A. NOTE ] ━━ not much to say over here except that HERE YOU GO! these are the student leaders/nerds/agents of chaos in this story! they’re a bunch of fairly smart and responsible idiots that just so happened to get into the stuco. let’s just say all of them being friends and being in the stuco is NAWT a coincidence,, fate brought them together really (read: everyone else BUT y/n and woonhak ran for their positions cuz those two just got dragged in but only one of them took their new responsibility seriously). so yep. their social media profiles will be posted soon?? 🔜 hopefully i don’t get too lazy. like and comment yall! byeeeeekslsks&/₱)-):

[ TAGLIST ] ━━ (open) @s0shroe @kazukazukiiii @beomev @sfnctzen @tempewra @aeminju @wondoras @mensisim @person-line @g3laatin @jungwonbropls @tkooooop @w3willris3 @woonbabie @prodkwh

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  [ 𓆩♡𓆪 ] for you... maybe — k.wh smau

[ SYNOPSIS ] ━━ you and woonhak are in different friend groups, different classes, different social bubbles, but always find yourselves in the same place: the student council’s shared committee space. why? because the two of you and your friends somehow all, coincidentally, represent the student body despite all their hidden crazy. woonhak? doesn’t really care. you? cares a bit too much. disaster? abso-fucking-lutely. well your respective friends are very much over it. yeah, they all see what’s going on. all the bickering, the accidental eye contact, the weird tension when you’re both stuck doing posters together at 10pm. so they form an unofficial matchmaking pact. but because both sides can’t really rein in their chaos for shit, the plans are anything but smooth.

[ PAIRING ] ━━ k.woonhak x afab!reader

[ FEATURING ] ━━ boynextdoor members, le sserafim’s eunchae, itzy’s yuna, aespa’s karina, enhypen’s jungwon, riize’s anton, & more to be mentioned.

[ GENRE ] ━━ smau & written, organizational enemies-to-crushes-ish-to-lovers, matchmaking gone wrong, everyone but them sees it, mutual pining, non-idol au, high school au, slow-burn, fluff, crack, angst, and more.

[ WARNING ] ━━ swearing/vulgar language, inconsistent time stamps, possible spelling mistakes for realism, suggestive / sexual content (there’s barely any, just mentions of it), kms/kys and other chronically online jokes, strict parent/s, academic / school organization-related stuff, and more to be mentioned as the story progresses.

[ UPDATES & STATUS ] ━━ currently ongoing & sporadic / weekend updates!

[ RELEASE DATE ] ━━ april twenty-second, 2025.

[ A. NOTE/S ] ━━ yes ik ik i still have another tbz q fanfic ongoing that i haven’t updated in a while,,, i accept the boos and tomatoes… but ANYWAY with that aside, let us take a moment of silence to appreciate the new layout yuuuuup YUP, spent hours on it dare i say i left no crumbs and gulped down the plate ! 😝 also got a new phone and laptop so everybody cheered for the quality photos 🥳 but yes, i recently got SO obsessed with bnd anyway, started fixating on “serenade” (it was on a certified L-O-O-P for a whole day high key obsessed lowkey autistic for that) however,, you have been graced with a sexy ass plot and layout cuz of it so dont PLAY w me 😙 me & jaehyun fight to the death hunger games style for the title of having woonhak as my baby WHEN?? like im so ready no cap deadass,, idc if me and unagi are litrly the same age he is babie !!! n e ways hope u enjoy reading this one! leave a like and comment? maybe??? gg thnx divas!

✧.* TABLE OF CONTENTS! ⁀➷

PROFILES ━━ cedar heights’ student body ❈ y/n’s minions ❈ woony & the wombats ↺ PROLOGUE ━━ the first clash ↺ CHAPTER ONE ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER TWO ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER THREE ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER FOUR ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER FIVE ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER SIX ━━ coming soon... ↺ CHAPTER SEVEN ━━ coming soon... ↺ more to come!

[ TAGLIST ] ━━ (open) @s0shroe @kazukazukiiii @beomev @sfnctzen @tempewra @aeminju @wondoras @mensisim @person-line @g3laatin @jungwonbropls @tkooooop @w3willris3 @woonbabie @prodkwh

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hi! i’d love to be on the taglist for must be destiny :]] thanks!

hello! sure thing, i'm on it! apologies for just replying to this ask right now, it's probably been in my inbox for a while :((( went on a hiatus for a really long time, gotta blame school for that one sorry everyone 😬

anyways, i am officially BACK tho so expect some spontaneous updates from now on *wink wink*

it would be sporadic ofc because i'm a student and i don't have control of my own schedule 😘

thanks for the support in my "must be destiny" fic tho! y/n and changmin will be back ~

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must be destiny [ ji changmin/q ] teaser

synopsis: you're sunwoo's younger cousin that just moved in with him and his family in seoul after an event that forced you out of your own home. after he lets you tag along with him on one of his hangouts with his friends, you find yourself becoming intrigued with a certain bright-eyed boy named changmin. little do you know, you've been in his radar for a while, and that this fateful chance was a sign for him that you were his long-lost "the one".

pairing: non!idol ji changmin (q) x non!idol fem!reader

warnings: cursing, suicidal jokes (it's very vague though)

taglist: open!... @inthesunnn @kyusqult @rksbae @deobiforever @gluion (if bold and italicized, the user cannot be tagged)

"Sunwoo, I'm going to die of boredom."

Your cousin rolled his eyes at your whining, pretty convinced that they might as well come out of his sockets at how much he's done it in the past hour. Truth be told, thanks to your constant comments and mindless rambling, he doesn't even remember a time when he didn't go through an entire day without rolling his eyes because of something you might've said or done.

"Then perish."

You huff, sitting up from your position slumped over the edge of your cousin's bed, having made a home within the comforts of his room, no matter how much he hated the idea that someone else was inside it, much less pestering him to no end. "Tried that, look where I am now."

Sunwoo turns his swivel chair towards your direction, "Annoying the shit out of me?"

"I don't know about you but I think that's my calling," You grin cheekily. He doesn't seem very amused when he rolled his eyes at your antics.

You were keeping count of his eye-rolling habits; that recent one he just did was the 87th... since half an hour ago.

He suddenly stands up, reaching for his phone which had just vibrated on his studying desk. The screen lit up and you noted how the corner of your cousin's lips lifted in the slightest.

You craned your neck, "Is that Chanhee?"

"Yeah, sure..." He typed something on his phone, probably replying to the text, before clicking the power button and reaching over to knock your head with it. "And call him 'oppa', alright? He's older than you, and it's disrespectful not to."

Still hissing at the thump you'd just received, you glared at the boy, now already preoccupied with his phone again, "He told me not to, dickhead. Besides, it's weird, I never call anyone that."

"That's because you're a brat."

"I never even call you that! And you're like, I don't know, 60-something?"

Sunwoo fake-gasps, lifting his gaze from the device in his hands and towards his cousin, expression filled with exaggerated offense, "I'm literally a year older than you!"

Dropping back onto his bed, you sigh dramatically, "It seems like only yesterday you were developing scoliosis, old man. Time does fly. Now you're having delusions."

Rolling his eyes (for the 88th time! Wow, he's setting records), he sends you a middle finger before ruffling his hair and putting on a cap he took from beside his mirror. It's not until he started heading towards the door did you start piecing two and two together.

Driven by curiosity (because it's not like you care whether he was gonna leave you alone or anything like that), you prop yourself up on your arms, "Where're you going?"

"Out."

His answer was clipped. Short, you decided, too short. So he wasn't just going out, he was going to be with someone else, or maybe other people, if he had any friends besides Chanhee.

You hum, but remain unsatisfied, "Alright. Out where?"

"None of your business, nosy," He retorts, before opening the door and shutting it behind him in a hurry.

Really, he shouldn't have been too sure that you were just going to leave it at that. Especially because aside from your stubborn inquisitiveness, you also had a knack for taking people by surprise.

"Oh so you're going to be with your hypothetical friends, then."

He's never jumped so high out of fright before when your voice interrupts his silent journey down the stairs. He was certain he would've fallen down all the remaining eight flights if you hadn't grabbed a hold of his hoodie.

Swiveling to seethe at you, Sunwoo was only met with genuine interest present on your features. Even so, he was annoyed. Annoyed and just recently recovering from a near heart attack. "What the fuck, Y/N!?"

You grinned, "Hm, you're not denying it."

"Jesus Christ, don't creep up on people for stupid shit!" He nearly yells, but remembers that it was a weekend so his mom was at home, busying herself in the kitchen. "Yes, I'm going out, and I have friends, they're not "hypothetical" or some shit."

"You say shit a lot," You note, teasingly, but cut him off once he started to fume and open his mouth to tell you off again. "I wanna come with."

There was a short silence before he turns, decides, and start walking away, "No."

"But—"

"No "but's", nosy, you're not coming with me to watch sweaty ass men play basketball," The two of your reach the kitchen where your aunt, Sunwoo's mother, was already waiting as she busied herself with the dishes she was preparing for dinner.

You let out a triumphant 'Aha!' as your cousin opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, "You're going out to play basketball! That's great, I love basketball!"

Sunwoo sends you a flat look, taking a big gulp from his bottle before replying, "Be for real, Y/N. You've always said you hated it since we were kids."

"Maybe I had a change of heart!"

"You're literally a magnet for loose balls, dude, didn't you get hit with a ball five times in just one quarter?"

"I want to spend some quality time with my beloved cousin...?" You try again.

He rolls his eyes, "If you don't stop—"

"Kim Sunwoo," You could hear the warning in your aunt's voice as she cuts him off with his name. Turning to the woman, her firm grip on the spatula and the sharp look she was giving her son was probably enough to convince the boy. "Take your cousin out with you to have fun. Didn't you hear she wants to spend time with you?"

"But she doesn't, Mom," He tries to appeal, vexed by the fact that his mother couldn't even see how conniving your smile has become and how mischief was practically written on your face. "She's just going to annoy me and my friends!"

Your aunt tutted, "No more excuses, young man, you two head out now. There's visitors coming."

"Oh, I see. That's why you want us out now, huh?" It was getting increasingly hard not to laugh at Sunwoo's disbelieving and betrayed tone.

She rolled her eyes and just shooed you both, "Enough blabbing, go! Stay out until 10 to 10:30ish, okay?"

At least now you knew where Sunwoo got his attitude from.

"You know, mothers usually take the responsible road and act a bit more parent-like with their children and nieces."

The woman only smiled sickeningly saccharine, "How fortunate that you landed on someone like me, ain't it?"

It's only then that you realize how she had already pushed you both out of the kitchen. As your aunt returns back to cooking, you and your cousin turn to each other, expressions highly contrasting.

As exasperated as someone could get, Sunwoo sighs reluctantly, "Have you got your stuff?"

You raise your phone with a wide grin, more enthusiastic about going out to meet new people than the boy before you, "This is all I need."

"... Fine." Too bemused of the situation to say anything else, he starts to lead the way out of the house and toward the start of something (or someone) you yourself didn't even know how you got into.

author's note: hi guys! sorry it took so long to update, i'm swarmed with school works and club activities as it is nearing the end of the school year. i hope this teaser suffices 🙏🏼 yes, changmin hasn't made an appearance, yes you can boo me for that, but i wanted to show y/n's dynamic with her cousin first and foremost because i'm a sucker for familial relationships between characters. prologue will hopefully be posted soon if i have time to rewrite the whole thing so until then, you can go and make requests for any tbz, zb1, en-, lesserafim, & aespa members you want! my asks are open :) hope you enjoyed reading this, and stay tuned!

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hello!! can you add me to the taglist for Must Be Destiny please??

hi there! ofc! apologies i only just got on tumblr

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hi! can i be on the taglist for Must Be Destiny??

sure you can! i'll be sure to add u right away!

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must be destiny [ ji changmin/q ] masterlist

synopsis: you're sunwoo's younger cousin that just moved in with him and his family in seoul after an event that forced you out of your own home. after he lets you tag along with him on one of his hangouts with his friends, you find yourself becoming intrigued with a certain bright-eyed boy named changmin. little do you know, you've been in his radar for a while, and that this fateful chance was a sign for him that you were his long-lost "the one". pairing: non!idol ji changmin (q) x non!idol fem!reader genre: college!au, brother's (cousin's) best friend, strangers to frenemies to friends to more than friends (?) to lovers, mutual pining, so much fluff, crack, a little angst (i hate y/n's fam here sm lol), they both think they fell first and just fell in love harder over time, idiots in love, destiny, fake dating (?) author's notes: the personality of the characters here does not reflect the idols' real-life personality. i put my own twist to them so if they "say" something here that does not fit your liking, do not send any of the idols any hate. also, i might mention a few physical characteristics that y/n has in this fic that might not fit your actual look, so pls be considerate and not go around complaining about it lol. everything is fictional, ofc, but i really hope that you guys will be invested in these two dumbasses' love story as though it was real. updates will be weekly and/or spontaneous because i'm still a student. status: in the making / chapters unpublished warnings: cursing, suggestive / sexual content (there's barely any, just mentions of it, i'm still a minor duh), kms/kys, your mom, and other lame jokes, family issues (y/n's family here needs their own type of trigger warning fr), annoying ass idiots who are obviously in love that will frustrate you fr taglist: open! ... @inthesunnn @kyusqult @rksbae @deobiforever @gluion

CHAPTERS / TABLE OF CONTENTS!

chapter oo. teaser

chapter oo. new home, new me? chapter oi. "feelings aren't fact" chapter ii. catch my eyes, catch my heart chapter iii. fate must be kidding me ... more to be added ...

(i'm going to link the chapters if i've already posted them so don't worry! hope you guys will enjoy!)