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Late night stroll ✨️

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Pairing: &team maki × f!reader

Genre: Fluff and a little suggestive

Warnings: Kissing(pda)

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The air in Seoul hummed with a late-night energy, a vibrant contrast to the quietude of their shared apartment. Y/N, hand-in-hand with Maki, felt a familiar thrill course through her. He, ever the observant one, had noticed the wistful look in her eyes as they watched the city lights twinkle below from their balcony. "Want to go for a walk?" he'd suggested, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

And so, they found themselves strolling along the Han River, the cool night breeze a welcome respite from the stifling summer heat. The city lights reflected on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing display of shimmering colors.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Y/N breathed, her voice soft. Maki squeezed her hand, his gaze drawn to her face. "Sure... but you know what'smore beautifu?" Maki asked as Y/N's gaze shifted to him. "What?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow at him. "You." Y/N blushed, playfully swatting his arm. "Cheesy." He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Only for you."

They continued their walk in comfortable silence, the occasional murmur of conversation breaking the tranquility. They talked about their day, about their dreams, about their fears. Maki, usually guarded, opened up to her in a way he rarely did with anyone else. He shared his anxieties about his career, his insecurities about being worthy of her love.

Y/N listened intently, her heart aching for him. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines on his face. "You're amazing, Maki. Talented, kind, strong... You have nothing to worry about." He looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "But what if I'm not enough for you?"

"You're more than enough," she assured him, her voice firm. "You're everything to me." He leaned in, his breath warm on her skin. "I love you, Y/Ν." He whispered. "I love you too, Maki," she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion.

They shared a long, lingering kiss under the watchful gaze of the city lights. It was a kiss filled with love, with passion, with the promise of a future together. As they walked further, they stumbled upon a small, unassuming bridge adorned with colorful locks, each one a symbol of love and commitment. Maki, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulled a small lock from his pocket. "For us," he said, slipping it onto the railing.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. They engraved their initials on the lock, their fingers brushing against each other as they worked. "Forever," she murmured, her voice barely audible. Maki nodded, his eyes fixed on her. "Forever."

They spent the rest of the night wandering through the city, hand-in-hand, their laughter echoing through the streets. They visited a late-night cafe, sipping on hot chocolate and sharing stories. They watched street performers, their eyes wide with wonder.

As the night wore on, they found themselves back at the river, the city lights reflecting on the water, mirroring the love that shone in their eyes. "This is perfect," Y/N sighed, leaning against him. Maki wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "It is," he agreed, "as long as I'm with you."

They stayed like that for a long time, simply enjoying each other's presence. The city lights a silent witness to their love story. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky, they reluctantly made their way back to their apartment, their hearts filled with a warmth that would last long after the night had faded.

The walk had been more than just a stroll; it was a journey into the depths of their souls, a testament to the strength of their love. And as they drifted off to sleep, hand-in-hand, they knew that this was just the beginning of their beautiful story.

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A/n: This is a short story that has been sitting on my draft for a long time now, and I don't know what came over me to write this. Also, im very sorry for not posting for a while. English is not my first language, and I'm sorry for any of the grammar errors if I have some.

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i'd love to see u writing something about chanlix mhmmm just saying~ 👀🩷

mhmm i'll think about it~ 👀

[pookiiewho]

pookie is the best, everyone needs a pookie in their life but not my pookie. she is mine <3

i am yours, your one and only pookie <3

[pookiiewho]

WAKEY WAKEY 👹

IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP😈

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LATE NIGHT | MAKI ★

Pairing: Maki (&TEAM) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, just pure fluff! :3

Synopsis: Some nights were made to be spent in oversized sweaters, tangled limbs, and the soft glow of movie screens. Your boyfriend, Maki, is the type to bring the chaos of sunshine into your dimly lit living room, turning an ordinary evening into something unforgettable. He’s loud, loving, and yours—utterly and undeniably.

The sound of the front door clicking shut echoes softly through the apartment as you shuffle back into the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate carefully balanced in your hands. Maki’s sprawled across the floor, tangled in way too many blankets and pillows, brows furrowed as he tries to tape together the roof of your makeshift fort.

“Baby, look!” he calls, arms wide and grin even wider. “A fort fit for a queen and her very hot, very talented boyfriend.”

“You’re taking this architecture thing very seriously,” you tease, nudging his side with your socked foot.

He gasps dramatically, looking up at you with a grin. “Excuse me, this is a highly sophisticated structural project. You wouldn���t get it.”

You place the mugs down on the coffee table and plop beside him, eyeing the lopsided pillow roof skeptically. “Yeah, sure, Mr. Engineer. Pretty sure it’s one sneeze away from the collapse.”

Maki turns toward you, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re just jealous of my brilliance.”

“Right. So brilliant you’ve been fighting with a blanket for the past twenty minutes.”

He leans in suddenly, close enough for your noses to nearly touch. “Say that again, baby.”

Your breath catches slightly at the way his voice drops, the smile still tugging at his lips. “I said... you’re doing amazing, babe.”

He laughs, pulling you into his lap. “That’s what I thought.”

You stifle a laugh as you tap his arm. “But..I think it’s lopsided.”

“Baby, it’s abstract,” he says, tugging you closer by the hem of your hoodie. “Like love. Like me.”

“Mm, sure Shakespeare.”

You melt into him easily, his arms wrapping around his waist, your cheek pressed against his chest. He smells like clean laundry and hot chocolate, his warmth seeping through the oversized hoodie you stole from his closet earlier.

With the fort finally secured (after some excessive taping and very questionable knots), the two of you crawl inside, settling into a pile of softness. The TV flickers to life, playing the opening credits of a Studio Ghibli film—your pick. He doesn’t even pretend to protest.

Halfway through the movie, Maki starts playing with your hair absentmindedly, twirling strands around his fingers while you rest your head in the crook of his neck. His thumb brushes slow circles over your shoulder.

“You're good?” he asks.

“Very. You're warm.”

“I'm multifunctional,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Boyfriend. Heater. Engineer. Poete. Human pillow.”

“You forgot snack thief.”

“I prefer 'popcorn guardian'.”

You smile and tilt your head up slightly, he catches your mouth in a kiss so tender it steals your breath—not rushed, not eager, just full of warmth and quiet love. His thumb rests at the edge of your jaw, and when he pulls back, it’s only to kiss you again, this time a little deeper, like he’s savoring every second.

He hums, warm and low, before trailing another soft kiss to your cheek. Then another. And another.

“Maki,” you laugh, squirming gently as he peppers your face with kisses like a kid who just discovered affection. “You’re gonna smother me.”

“Good,” he says, grinning against your skin. “I’m your boyfriend, it’s literally my job to kiss you stupid.”

You roll your eyes but don’t stop him. Not when he finally presses a lingering kiss to your lips—gentle, slow, and just right.

You giggle, turning slightly so your arm wraps around him. “You’re my favorite human pillow, you know.”

Maki hums, content. “You’re my favorite everything.”

You smile against his skin. “Just figuring that out now?”

“Nah. Just reminding you.”

You snort. “And also, you're the clingiest pillow.”

He gasps again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bold of you to insult the man keeping you warm.”

You tilt your head back, eyes meeting his. “Bold of you to assume I need you to keep me warm.”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

“You’ll survive.”

Maki rolls his eyes before smirking. Then, he leans in, brushing a kiss over the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. “You make everything better, you know that?”

Your fingers tighten slightly around his hoodie. "You’re not so bad yourself."

“Shut up, I better not be,” he grins. “I’m your boyfriend. That’s a full-time job, and I’m killing it.”

“With all the professionalism of a man who just duct-taped a pillow to a chair.”

He laughs again, the sound vibrating in your chest. “Don’t hate the artist, babe.”

Another movie rolls on, but neither of you are really watching now. You trade soft kisses, tangled fingers, sleepy smiles. The comfort wraps around you both like the blankets covering your limbs. Maki’s attention flickers between the screen and the way your eyelashes flutter as you try not to fall asleep. He shifts, brushing his thumb across your cheek, and whispers, “You’re gonna fall asleep again before the movie ends, aren’t you?”

“No,” you lie, voice already drowsy.

“You always do.”

You poke his side lazily. “You love it.”

“Of course I do. It means I get to hold you longer.”

Neither of you says a word, but the peace says everything.

The credits start to roll, Maki’s hand still resting on your waist, thumb brushing gentle strokes through your shirt. Your forehead is tucked under his chin, and his heartbeat thumps steady beneath your ear.

Eventually, your breathing slows, your hand still resting against his chest. He tucks the blanket tighter around the both of you, carefully so he doesn’t wake you. Then he sighs, leaning his head back against the pillows, eyes on you instead of the screen.

And just before sleep pulls you under, you feel his lips at your temple, hear his soft whisper— “Night, baby. Love you.”

And you smile, because you do too.

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it's so beautiful ml thank you for writing this, it feels like a warm hug and i'm sure it will help a lot of ppl to feel better <3 i'm proud of you, always❤️

i got you || bang chan

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chan x gn!reader. genre : fluff & angst

synopsis. in which your boyfriend holds you close and comforts you 𝜗𝜚 ⸝⸝ m.list ♡ ︎

It starts with a knock at his door.

Chan frowns, pushing his headphones off his ears. It's past midnight, too late for visitors, too late for anything other than sleep or work, and he knows he wasn't expecting anyone. But then he hears it again, three light taps against the wood, followed by a silence that feels too heavy.

His stomach twists, when he opens the door, his heart nearly stops. You're standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, face blotchy like you've been crying for hours.

He doesn't even hesitate.

"Hey," he breathes, reaching for you instantly. "What happened?"

You shake your head, swallowing thickly. Your bottom lip trembles, and Chan doesn't think he's ever felt his heart ache this badly.

"I—" Your voice cracks before you can finish, and then you're stumbling forward, into his arms, burying yourself in his warmth like you're afraid you'll shatter if you don't hold onto something.

Chan catches you easily, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. His hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair as he holds you tighter, like he can protect you from whatever's hurting you.

"It's okay," he whispers. "I got you."

But you don't say anything. You just shake against him, silent sobs wracking your body as you cling to him like he's the only thing keeping you together.

Chan's heart breaks.

He hates this. Hates seeing you like this, hates not knowing what to do, hates that whatever's hurting you is something he can't just fix.

So he does the only thing he can.

He holds you.

He lets you cry, lets you press your face into his chest, lets you steal his warmth like it's yours to take. His hands move gently against your back, slow, soothing strokes meant to ground you. Every now and then, he whispers soft things into your hair—"You're okay," "I'm right here," "Just breathe"—things he hopes will anchor you, will remind you that you're not alone.

Minutes pass. Maybe longer. He doesn’t know. All he knows is the sound of your breathing, the way you slowly start to relax against him, the way your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie like you’re afraid he’ll let go.

(He won’t. Not until you’re ready.)

When you finally pull back, your face is still damp, but your breathing is steadier.

"Sorry," you whisper, voice small. "I didn’t mean to just-"

"Don’t," Chan cuts in gently. "Don’t apologize for that."

You look up at him, and the exhaustion in your eyes makes his chest tighten all over again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks, voice soft.

You hesitate. Then, with a deep breath, you nod.

He leads you inside, guiding you to the couch, sitting beside you, close but not too close. He waits, patient, letting you take your time, letting you find the words.

And when you do, when you finally open up, when you tell him about your family, about how nothing ever seems to get better, about how you feel like you’re drowning and no one even notices, he listens.

Really listens.

He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t try to fix it, doesn’t try to tell you that everything will be okay when he knows you don’t want to hear that right now. He just lets you talk, lets you get it all out, lets you be raw and unfiltered and angry and sad, because he knows that’s what you need.

And when your voice wavers, when your hands start to tremble, when you have to stop because your throat is too tight, he reaches for you again.

Pulls you back into his arms.

Holds you just as tightly as before.

"I’m so tired, Chan," you whisper, voice cracking.

His arms tighten around you. "I know."

"It just feels like—like I can’t breathe sometimes."

"I know," he repeats, softer this time.

"And I just… I don’t know what to do anymore."

Chan hums, resting his chin against the top of your head. "You don’t have to figure it all out right now."

You squeeze your eyes shut.

"But I promise you," he continues, "you’re not alone. You have me. Always."

His words settle deep in your chest, warm and steady, like a lifeline.

You swallow. "You really mean that?"

"Of course I do." He pulls back just enough to look at you, to make sure you see the sincerity in his eyes. "I’m not going anywhere."

And maybe it’s the way he says it, or maybe it’s just Chan himself, so constant, so safe, but for the first time in a long time, you actually believe it.

So you let out a slow breath, let your body relax against him, let yourself accept the comfort he’s offering without hesitation.

Chan doesn’t let go.

He will never.

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Family issues be hitting hard... take care guys <3

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FIREWORK | EJ ★

Pairing: Euijoo (&TEAM) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: A day at the amusement park should be fun, but when your boyfriend Euijoo and you realize you're both scared of roller coasters, it turns into a mix of teasing, clumsy affection, and soft moments that make you fall for each other even more. Between laughter, hand-holding, and a surprise fireworks display, your love feels warmer than ever.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff! :3

“Okay, we’re here,” he said, voice steady, as though he was in control of everything. “And the area for the games booth should be to the right…”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile too widely. He hadn’t noticed yet.

“Euijoo,” you said softly, nudging him gently, “that map’s upside down.”

His face twitched slightly. You noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed, even if he was trying to keep a calm composure.

“Right, right. I knew that,” he muttered, flipping the map over and squinting at it again. “But—this doesn’t make any sense.” He paused, clearly annoyed, though he didn’t show it outwardly. You could tell from the tiny sigh that slipped through his lips.

You tried to hide your grin. “Maybe we could just follow that huge sign saying 'entrance',” you suggested, pointing toward the unmistakably large sign just a few feet ahead.

Euijoo blinked, his eyes flickering toward the sign. The frown deepened for a moment before he sighed again. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked, but there was no real heat in his words, only the softness of his usual self.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter, the sound light and carefree. “Because otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to see you struggling with the map.”

His gaze softened, and though he was clearly embarrassed, there was an undeniable warmth in his expression. “You’re so mean,” he teased, but you could hear the affection in his voice, the teasing gentle in a way that only he could pull off.

The moment you step into the area, Euijoo lets out a small, content sigh beside you. His fingers tighten slightly around yours, as if grounding himself.

The day is buzzing with people, laughter, and the occasional scream from the rides towering above. You squeeze his hand, and when he looks down at you, his lips twitch into a small, fond smile.

“You look excited,” he muses.

You roll your eyes. “I am. This is what dates are supposed to be about, you know?”

Euijoo hums, his free hand adjusting the strap of the small bag he insisted on carrying for you. “Yeah? Then why do I feel like you’re planning something?”

You grin. “Who, me?”

He gives you a look, but there’s no real suspicion in it, only amusement. The two of you walk side by side, occasionally bumping shoulders. It’s effortless, the way you fall into step with him. Being with Euijoo has always felt this way—natural like breathing, comforting like home.

Your first stop is a knock-down game, and you watch as Euijoo’s face sets into quiet determination. His caring streak kicks in when he sees you eyeing a small plushie, and though he doesn’t say anything, he immediately rolls up his sleeves and hands the booth attendant some tickets as you try not to laugh.

“Don’t look so serious,” you tease, watching him concentrate. “It’s just a game.”

He barely spares you a glance, aiming carefully. “It’s not just a game. You want the plushie, don’t you?”

Your heart does something stupid at the way he says it so simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You nod, and with one final flick of his wrist, the ball lands exactly where it needs to.

The moment the attendant hands him the plushie, Euijoo turns to you and holds it out like an offering, his ears faintly pink. “Here.”

You take it from him, your fingers brushing against his in the process. “Thanks, hero.”

He clears his throat. “It was nothing.”

You laugh softly and clutch the plushie to your chest. “You’re cute, you know that?”

His lips part slightly, as if caught off guard, and then he shakes his head with a small, embarrassed chuckle. “Let’s go before you make me any more flustered.”

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The roller coaster towers above you, loops twisting into the sky. You stare at it. It stares back at you. Then you look at Euijoo.

“…I changed my mind.”

Euijoo exhales in relief. “Thank God.”

You whip your head toward him. “Wait, you’re scared too?”

His face remains composed, but you see the nervous flicker in his eyes. “I’m not scared. I just think there are…safer options.”

You laugh, nudging him. “Wow, and here I thought you were the brave one.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Actually, you know what? If you go, I’ll go.”

You pause, searching his face. “We don’t have to.”

Euijoo hesitates before letting out a soft chuckle. “No, let’s do it. If we both regret it, at least we can suffer together.”

As you both settle into your seats, Euijoo’s fingers find yours, gripping tightly. You glance at him, expecting a smirk, but he looks just as nervous as you feel.

“Babe,” he mutters under his breath, voice tight.

Your stomach flips—not from the coaster, but from the unexpected pet name. He never calls you that. But unfortunately, before you can say anything, the ride jerks forward.

“Oh no, it’s starting,” you squeak, gripping his hand harder.

Euijoo exhales sharply. “Why did we do this?”

You barely have time to answer before the cart climbs higher and higher. The anticipation is worse than anything.. But you can't help it and laugh when you notice your boyfriend's free hand instinctively gripping to the safety bar—so tightly his knuckles turn white.

Except you’re no better.

“If we die, just know I love you,” he blurts out.

You let out a panicked laugh. “Baby, we are not dying!”

The drop comes before either of you can scream properly. Your voices are lost in the wind, laughter and terror mixing in the air. Through the twists and turns, Euijoo keeps his hands firmly around yours, his hold protective even as his eyes squeeze shut. You peek at him mid-ride, and despite everything, you can’t help but smile.

“You okay?” he screams.

“Are you?”

“No.”

The two of you burst into laughter just as the coaster plunges down again.

By the time you stumble off, your legs are wobbly, but Euijoo keeps his arm securely around you, his touch warm and grounding. “Never again,” he mutters, and you nod in agreement, still breathless.

The rest of the day is a blur of shared cotton candy, linked pinkies, and stolen glances. You tug at the sleeve of his sweater when he pouts over losing at another game, and he ruffles your hair in retaliation. The small, easy touches make your chest feel light.

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As the sun sets, you find yourselves at the edge of the crowd, waiting for the fireworks. Euijoo stands close, hands stuffed in his pockets. You hook your arm through his. He leans into you slightly, a quiet acceptance.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

You tilt your head up. “Hmm?”

“Did you have fun?”

You smile. “Of course. Did you?”

His eyes soften. “Yeah.”

Fireworks bloom in the sky, lighting up his face. You watch him instead of the display, and when he catches you staring, he grins. “What?”

“Nothing.”

His hand brushes a strand of hair from your face. Then, finally, he leans in.

The kiss is soft, warm. And when he pulls back, his face is adorably red.

“Was that okay?” he whispers.

You nod, smiling. “More than okay.”

He smiles before ruffling your hair with amusement.

As fireworks burst above, you rest your head on his shoulder while he holds you by the waist, the moment settling between you.

A day of you and him.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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awww tysm 🥹 hope u will like the next ones then😝☝🏻

ty for reblogging my taki one shot!! <3

ofc !! I loved reading it smmmm never will I skip a taki fluffy fic ☝

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&team MASTERLIST ★

- taki

almost but not quite | fluff

- ej

firework | fluff

- jo

- harua

- nicholas

- yuma

- fuma

- maki

late night | fluff

- k

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Kii's MASTERLIST 𝜗𝜚

── &team .✦

── enhypen .✦

── p1harmony .✦

── straykids .✦

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ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE | TAKI ★

Pairing: Taki (&TEAM) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: It’s a quiet winter night, and you and Taki find yourselves wandering through the empty streets, wrapped in your usual playful banter. You’re not together, but somehow, you both act like it—flirting without thinking, holding onto each other without meaning to. Tonight, something has shifted between you, and suddenly, the warmth between you both feels a little different.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff! :3

Snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, their delicate forms catching in the glow of the streetlights. The city is quieter at this hour, muffled under a thick winter blanket. You pull your scarf tighter around your neck, wishing more than ever that you were back home, curled up under an actual blanket with hot chocolate and a K-drama playing. But instead, you’re here—outside in the freezing cold, because of one person.

Taki.

You glare at him, but he’s grinning as if the cold doesn’t affect him. “You love me for getting you out of your cave, admit it.”

“I hate winter,” you grumble, shoving your hands into your coat pockets. “And I hate you for knowing that and dragging me out anyway.”

“You don’t hate me,” he sings, hopping over a patch of ice effortlessly. He turns back, walking backward just so he can watch your reaction. “If you did, you wouldn’t be here.”

You scowl, kicking a pile of snow in his direction, but he dodges it with a laugh. He’s right, and you both know it. You wouldn’t step a foot outside in this weather for just anyone. But for Taki? Somehow, it never feels like an inconvenience.

“Don’t slip and fall,” you warn, eyeing his reckless steps.

He smirks, as if the idea of him slipping is ridiculous. “You’d catch me, wouldn’t you?”

You roll your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but your heart betrays you with a quickened beat. It’s always like this—Taki pushing and teasing, and you pretending to be unimpressed. But deep down, every little thing he does makes warmth bloom in your chest, even in the dead of winter.

The two of you continue walking, boots crunching against the snow-covered pavement. The street is lined with twinkling lights, remnants of the holiday season, casting a warm glow over everything. You glance at Taki, noticing the way his breath puffs out in the cold air, the way his hair catches the light. He looks… soft. Unintentionally beautiful.

“Staring?” he teases, catching you off guard. “Can’t resist me?”

You scoff, looking away immediately. “I was just wondering how someone so annoying can exist.”

He laughs, loud and full, and for a moment, the cold doesn’t seem so bad. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I am not flustered.”

“You totally are.”

You huff and keep walking, but Taki falls into step beside you again. His hands are in his pockets, but you can tell he’s watching you. He always does. Not in a way that feels overwhelming, but in a way that makes you feel… seen. Like he notices the things no one else does.

Like how you never say when you’re not okay.

“You’re freezing, aren’t you?” he asks suddenly.

You blink up at him. “What?”

“Your nose is red, and you keep rubbing your arms even though you won’t admit it.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he’s already tugging off his gloves. Before you can protest, he grabs your hands, sliding them into his.

“Taki—”

“Shh.” He rubs warmth into your fingers, his grip firm but gentle. “You never tell me when you’re cold, or tired, or upset. It’s annoying.”

You blink at him, surprised by the sudden shift in his voice. It’s not teasing this time—it’s real. And for some reason, that makes your heart ache a little.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, but your voice lacks conviction.

He sighs. “See? That’s exactly what I mean.” His thumbs brush lightly over your knuckles. “You always pretend everything’s okay, even when it’s not.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It’s true—you’re not used to people noticing when you’re struggling, let alone calling you out on it. But Taki… he notices. And that alone is enough to make warmth bloom in your chest.

“Your hands are tiny,” he mutters, as if trying to lighten the moment. “Like a little kid’s.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I take it back. I do hate you.”

He grins. “No, you don’t.”

You don’t. And that’s the problem.

The night stretches on, filled with laughter and the occasional complaint about the cold (mostly from you). But despite your grumbling, you never let go of his hand, and he never lets go of yours. Small things—small gestures, small touches—pile up, and suddenly, your heart is heavier than it should be.

By the time you reach the small park near your apartment, the snow has thickened, blanketing the benches and trees in white. Taki stops, pulling you to a halt with him.

“What?” you ask.

He exhales, watching his breath disappear into the cold air. “You ever think about why we do this?”

You frown. “Do what?”

“This.” He squeezes your hand slightly. “Act like we’re something we’re not.”

Your heart stutters. You’ve spent so long pretending not to notice, not to acknowledge the way he holds you a little too close, the way he worries about you a little too much. But here, in the quiet of the night, it’s impossible to ignore.

You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, but the chill in the air doesn’t seem to reach you anymore. You want to say something, anything, but the words catch in your throat. He’s looking at you now, his usual playful smirk softened, replaced by something more serious—vulnerable even. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“I don’t…” you start, your voice wavering just slightly. “I don't know what you're talking about..”

Taki steps closer, his hand still holding yours, his warmth a stark contrast to the winter around you. His eyes flicker down to where your fingers are intertwined, the simple contact seeming to deepen the weight of the moment. He’s so close now, and you can hear the rhythm of his breath, steady but just as nervous as yours.

“I mean… us,” he continues, his voice soft, but there’s an edge of something unspoken in it, a tension hanging in the air between you both. “The way we act like we’re just friends. Like we’re not… something else. Something more.”

Your heart skips a beat, the realization hitting you like a wave. The little moments, the teasing, the way he always makes sure you’re okay, the way he never lets you push him away too easily—they’ve all been signs. But you’ve never allowed yourself to acknowledge them. Because what would it mean? What does this mean?

“I never told you this,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours, “but I care about you. More than I let on.” He pauses, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and the sensation makes your breath catch. “And I don’t know why I’ve been pretending like it’s not there.”

You look up at him, your voice almost a whisper. “Why now? Why are you saying this now?”

Taki hesitates, then smirks again, but it’s gentler, not the teasing smirk you’re used to. “Because I think you might feel the same way. And it’s killing me that we’re just… pretending.”

For a moment, everything seems to stop. The snow continues to fall gently around you, but it feels like time has paused, as if the entire universe is holding its breath. And your heart is racing, every beat louder than the last, as you finally, finally let yourself feel it—what’s been there all along.

You search his eyes, finding nothing but honesty and a vulnerability you hadn’t expected. “Taki,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly, “I… I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what this means.”

“It means,” he says softly, “that maybe we don’t have to pretend anymore. Maybe we can stop acting like nothing’s happening, and just... be real. With each other. For once.”

You bite your lip, your chest tight with emotion. “I’ve been scared,” you admit, your voice barely above a breath. “Scared of what this would mean, scared of how it would change everything. Because it’s always been easy to pretend like we’re just friends. But... Taki, I—”

“I get it,” he interrupts, stepping even closer, if that’s possible. He lifts his hand, his fingers brushing gently over your cheek, a tender touch that makes your heart stutter. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now. But I just needed you to know. I’ve needed you to know for a while now.”

Your hand, still in his, feels impossibly warm, grounding you in the moment. “I care about you too,” you say, and this time, the words come out more easily. “More than I want to admit.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, and his eyes soften. “Well, that’s a start.”

You laugh, the sound a little nervous, but real. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

The two of you stand there for a long moment, neither of you moving. It’s not a grand confession, not some sweeping, dramatic declaration. It’s softer than that, quieter, but no less meaningful.

Taki’s hand tightens around yours, and you squeeze back, feeling the warmth in his touch, the promise in the way he’s looking at you. “We’ll figure it out,” he says quietly, his voice steady now. “No rush.”

You nod, your heart finally settling into a rhythm. “Yeah. No rush.”

And with that, for the first time, you both take a step forward together—into something new, something neither of you quite expected but both of you knew was coming all along.

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── .✦ k (439 words)

yudai walked you up the steps to your door, his warm hand in yours contrasting the cold of the night. the two of you stopped under the soft glow of the porch light. it wasn't until you turned around to face him that you noticed how close he was, the scent of his cologne mixing with the cool air.

"thank you for tonight, i had a really good time," you said a little sheepishly.

he flashed a smile – shy, almost boyish. "i had a good time, too," he replied softly.

the night had been perfect; your conversation flowing easily over dinner, and his fingers brushing yours a little too often to be accidental. and now, as you stood there, neither of you wanting to be the one to say goodbye, you felt your heartbeat fastening with anticipation.

yudai’s gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips, lingering there for a heartbeat as his thumb gently sweeped over your knuckles.

"can i kiss you good night?"

suddenly your cheeks felt warm, despite the cool night wind. his words were gentle, almost hesitant, and something in you ached at how he asked, like he gave you every chance to say no. instead, you nodded, your breath catching as he let out a soft exhale, relief in his smile.

yudai’s hand rised to brush against your cheek, his fingers tracing along your skin with a touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. you closed the gap between you, and then his lips met yours, soft and gentle, like he was savoring each second.

his lips tasted faintly of peppermint, yet the kiss felt so warm and comforting that it made you lean in just a bit closer and rest your hand resting on his chest to feel his quickening heart beat beneath your fingertips.

for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you under the porch light. the gentle pressure of his hand against your cheek, the soft warmth of his lips, his fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

when he finally pulled back, you caught the smallest, softest smile on his lips. you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks, but you couldn't look away.

“i’ve wanted to do that all night,” he murmured, a little self-conscious but unmistakably sincere.

you mirrored his shy smile, “i’m glad you did now.”

he chuckled, his fingers brushing over yours one last time before he let go. he stepped back, giving you a final smile before heading down the steps.

"good night, y/n."

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── .✦ fuma (446 words)

you took his hand, carefully placing the small box inside before letting go and telling him to open his eyes again.

he followed your instructions, looking at the box with a hint of confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"you're supposed to open it," you said with a playful laugh.

fuma opened the box, and his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. "tada!" you said with a bright, excited smile.

he examined the pokémon figurine more closely, almost as if checking to see if it was real.

"how did you– ?"

"i found a store the other day that sold the mystery boxes they come in," you explained, and then added a bit more sheepishly, "i really wanted you to open it, but i couldn’t resist peeking. and i knew this was the one you were missing, so...”

fuma looked at you, his smile growing wider. "did you know this one’s super rare? most people barely pull it," he said, his voice full of admiration. "you’re my lucky charm."

his words sounded platonic, but they felt like so much warmer. heat rose to your cheeks and you quickly looked down, hoping he hadn’t noticed – but he was too wrapped up in the excitement of his new collection piece to catch it. his face lit up with a smile as wide as a child’s in a candy store.

"thank you so much, really," he said, still beaming. "i was only missing this one, and i kept getting duplicates of the others and– my god, i could kiss you!" he babbled on, too caught up in his excitement to realize the slip of his words.

your head shot up again, though your face only got redder.

"you could what?"

your question pulled fuma's focus back to you. "what?"

his face paled when he realized what he'd said. "i–... i'm sorry, i..." his voice trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

you swallowed your nervousness and, with a steadying breath, asked him, "why don’t you do it?"

this time, it was his turn to look at you, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushing with color. yet, he slowly stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he softly traced his thumb over your skin.

"are you sure?" he asked carefully, almost shyly.

instead of replying, you brought your hands to his shoulders, pulled him down a little and stepped on your tippy toes to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

── .✦ nicholas (424 words)

she'd be back in five minutes, she'd said. over forty five minutes had passed since then, and she was still nowhere to be seen. you'd be worried if she'd been alone, but you knew she wasn't, so you felt rather annoyed – contemplating if you should just head home.

that's when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, a familiar scent flooding your senses. "there you are," nicholas said, scooting a bit closer to you. you had been on two dates with him before, but you weren't aware he'd be here tonight (if you were, you would have agreed to the party immediately.)

"nicholas?" you asked in confusion, "i didn't know you'd be here."

his lips curved into a playful grin. "well, surprise. and speaking of which, there’s something i want to show you."

he stood up and reached out his hand. you took it, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, and followed him outside the living room and up the staircase.

the cool night air brushed against your skin as he opened the door. you followed him outside, meeting his gaze in confusion.

"it’s my best friend’s place, i know how to get to the rooftop." he explained before you could ask, "you didn’t seem very comfortable back there, so i thought you might feel better here." the thoughtfulness behind his words warmed your chest, despite the chilly air.

still, after standing together for a while, just taking in the view of the starry sky above and the glowing city below, the cold began seeping through your clothes.

"i do feel better here, thanks, nico," you said, doing your best to hide the shiver running through you. "the view is beautiful."

nicholas turned to face you, his expression softening as he took off his jacket. without a word, he draped it around your shoulders, but kept his hands on it. he looked down at you, the warmth of his touch mixing with the cool night air.

"yeah, it is," he replied softly, leaning down just enough for you to feel his warm breath on your skin.

the butterflies were rioting by now, but you stepped a little closer.

"may i?" nicholas whispered, to which you nodded softly.

without a second thought, he pulled you closer by his jacket and brushed his lips over yours.

── .✦ ej (411 words)

there was a small distance between you as you walked, yet every so often, euijoo’s fingers brushed yours . the tiny, accidental touches sent a rush of goosebumps up your arms (which, naturally, you blamed on the cool autumn breeze).

euijoo turned to you, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. “do you have plans for the weekend?”

you looked up, meeting his eyes and shaking your head, already feeling excited at the thought of spending more time with him.

his lips curled up into a soft smile, as he hesitated a moment before asking, “would you... maybe like to come over? we could make hot chocolate, try out some fall recipes, maybe watch a few movies?” he hurriedly added, “only if you’re comfortable coming to my place, of course!”

your heart fluttered at the care in his voice, the way he seemed so intent on making sure you felt safe and comfortable.

“i’d love that, euijoo,” you replied, unable to keep the smile from spreading across your lips. he smiled back, his eyes crinkling slightly at the edges.

you were so caught up in each other that neither of you realized you’d stopped walking until the sharp ring of a bicycle bell jolted you back. before you could react, euijoo’s hands found your arms, and he gently pulled you closer to make space for the cyclist.

the biker whizzed past you, but euijoo’s hands stayed on your arms, his touch ever so gentle. when you looked up, you found yourself pressed lightly against his chest and you swore you could hear his heartbeat under the thin fabric of his sweater – just a bit faster than healthy.

you opened your mouth to apologize, but he shook his head, his gaze soft and his fingers lingering as if hesitating to let you go. instead, he pulled you a little closer, his face leaning down toward yours and his cheeks painted with a faint flush.

your heart hammered in your chest, and before you could second-guess it, you rose up on your toes, softly brushing your lips against his.

── .✦ yuma (389 words)

you rolled your eyes but suppressed a grin, "it's not even that good."

yuma grinned with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes. before you could react, his hands darted to your sides, fingers pressing into your ribs just enough to make you squirm.

“wait– yuma, no!” you squealed, immediately starting to laugh as he tickled you mercilessly. You tried, and failed, to push him away, your helpless attempts to get him off you drawing a chuckle from him. 

“admit i was right!” he pressed, his face lighting up with an amused grin as he kept going.

“never!” you gasped between giggles, desperately twisting to escape his grasp. somehow, in the midst of it all, he managed to get a better hold, pinning you down gently as he continued to tickle you.

“say it!” he insisted.

"fine! you’re right!” you gasped out, breathless. “you win, you win!”

he stopped, both of you still laughing as you caught your breath. as your laughter died down, the room felt oddly silent – the sound of the movie playing only a faint background noise. that’s when yuma noticed the way you looked up at him – lips slightly parted and breath still coming in short bursts – when he noticed how close you were.

his face softened as he slowly leaned over just enough to place his hands on the sofa on each side of your head. his gaze left yours for a heartbeat, dropping to your lips, before he looked up again. 

just as he was about to back away, you quickly grabbed his shirt to pull him down again and tilted your head up, closing the space between you. his breath caught in surprise as your lips brushed softly against his. for a heartbeat, he stayed still, then slowly relaxed, leaning in to return the kiss. he lifted one hand from the sofa to gently cup your face, sweeping his thumb over your cheek.

the world outside faded, the movie long forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. when he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“so… does this mean i won twice?”

── .✦ jo (373 words)

you two had met at the beginning of semester in an art class, and although neither of you talked much, you instantly clicked. you had started hanging out after classes, and tonight he'd invited you over to just do what you loved the most.

you both enjoyed working on your own pieces while still not being alone – it almost filled you with ease. somehow, being near jo made everything feel right, even the silence.

both of you were leaning over your drawings, your heads almost touching. every time you looked up at him, a smile tugged at your lips as you noticed the little things you shared – like how he tilted his head the same way you did when concentrating, or the way he pressed his lips together just like you often did. finding jo felt like finding another version of yourself.

you turned your focus back to the paper in front of you, continuing your sketch, when a strand of hair fell out of your bun and onto jo's drawing.

he stopped and looked up from his paper, only to realize how close your faces were when you looked up as well. your eyes immediately met his, and for some reason, you couldn't look away this time.

he let go of his pencil and brought his hand up to gently tuck the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes only leaving yours to glance down at your lips for a split second before you got lost in them again.

his hand lingered on your cheek for another second, but let go when he saw the slightest flush of pink on your cheeks.

yet, he leaned in just a tiny bit, waiting almost shyly for your reaction. his action made the pull you'd already felt towards him even stronger, so you reciprocated it.

jo met you halfway, closing the bit of distance that was left between you, and gently placed his soft lips on top of yours.

── .✦ harua (421 words)

"i took so long to straighten my hair," you sulked, drawing a little chuckle from harua.

you were still too far from home and you knew you wouldn't make it before it would start pouring, but you still walked faster.

as the first drop of rain fell onto harua's glasses, he took off his jacket and carefully draped it over your head, making sure to cover as much of your hair as possible.

you felt a comforting warmth, not only from his jacket and the faint scent of his perfume on the piece of clothing, but from the action itself – the fact that he'd made sure to cover your hair only cause you'd complained about the effort you'd put into them.

as the rainfall started to become heavier – and you glanced over to see harua's hair already slightly dampened, the fabric of his sweater daring to soak up – you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a closed store, finding shelter under its small front porch.

you pressed your back against the door to offer him as much space as possible, but even though you two already stood unnervingly close, the raindrops continued to fall onto harua's back.

"thank you for the jacket," you broke the silence, your voice barely audible above the plattering of the rain. harua smiled softly and grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take his jacket off your head to give it back to him.

"keep it, it's cold," he replied, his voice as soft as the look in his eyes.

you looked up at him as if asking if he was sure, and without a word, he gave you a reassuring smile. his eyes locked with yours, only interrupted by a glance down to your lips that didn't last longer than three seconds.

your heart started pounding heavier against your chest as you noticed, and you tilted your head up just slightly, as if testing the waters.

harua seemed to understand, your action being the only thing he needed to know you were thinking the same, and lowered his head to meet yours – your lips just inches away, but he hesitated.

you brought your shaking hands up to his cheeks, gently pulling him down to close the distance between you, and finally feeling his soft, slightly wet from the raindrops, lips on yours.

── .✦ taki (428 words)

“you know what's the third date tradition, right?” he'd grinned, but you hadn't taken it seriously, as you'd slipped into the booth with barely enough room for two.

the machine counted down, the screen flashing a “get ready!” message in bold letters. the two of you pulled silly faces for the first couple of pictures, but as the screen showed the countdown for the final photo, taki glanced at you – his expression shifting from playful to something softer. 

“can i… kiss you?” he asked, his voice quiet against the noise of the arcade outside.

your heart skipped a beat, a flurry of butterflies taking over as you looked at him, his face just inches from yours in the tiny space. but the machine was already ticking down the last few seconds, the numbers flashing on the screen, ready to snap its final shot.

without thinking, you leaned in, closing the gap between you with a quick, soft kiss just before the camera flashed. when you pulled back, you caught the flicker of surprise in his eyes. then, he blinked, a bit dazed, and let out a soft laugh. “wow. you barely even gave me a chance to finish asking.”

you shrugged, cheeks warm as you leaned back against the booth wall. “the machine doesn’t wait,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

he grinned back, still seeming a little dazed. “can’t argue with that logic.”

the photos printed with a soft whir, and taki grabbed the strip, studying the last picture with a smile. in it, your lips were just barely touching, your eyes closed, his hand blurry as he'd moved it up to cup your cheek, and you couldn’t help but blush as you looked over his shoulder.

“i guess the photobooth captured our first kiss,” he said, his voice soft, a small, slightly shy smile on his face.

you replied with a nod, your own smile widening as you glanced back up at him.

he grinned, slipping the photo strip into his pocket. “i think we’ll have to come back here and get one for each date.”

── .✦ maki (486 words)

your eyes widened at taki's words.

"what?" you and maki asked in unison, your voices equally shocked.

your heartbeat quickened. you'd had a crush on maki for a while now (though you'd never admit that) and you couldn't help but feel a hint of excitement bubble up in your stomach.

maki furrowed his brows, looking everywhere but your direction, and slowly shook his head after some moments of hesitation.

everyone started cheering, happy to have skipped washing the dishes for another day, but you just blinked in confusion as the excitement made way to something else that felt suspiciously much like disappointment.

you stayed silent until the round finished and slipped away to the bathroom as the game wrapped up. maki’s gaze followed you until you disappeared behind the door, and he sighed softly.

while the others headed to the living room, maki stayed behind in the kitchen, starting to rinse the plates and bowls.

when you returned, you glanced around and asked, voice a bit unsteady, "where did everyone else go?" sure he wouldn’t hear you, you were surprised when maki looked up, meeting your eyes for the first time since backing out of his dare. he turned off the water before replying, “they’re in the living room.”

you nodded and started to turn toward the door, but maki quickly dried his hands and stepped over, reaching to catch your arm. “wait, y/n… are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"just didn't think i'm so unkissable that you prefer washing the dishes of ten people," you said with a chuckle that sounded more forced than intended.

"no!" he protested. then, he added a little more seriously, “i just… didn’t want our first kiss to happen over a silly dare.”

"don't explain, maki, i totally get it, i–", you began, but stopped short as his words sank in. "wait. what do you mean 'our first kiss'?"

maki sighed. he wished he could somehow back out from this but there was no logical excuse for what he'd said, so he decided to go with the truth.

he looked down briefly before confessing, “i like you. i have for a while now. nico said he was sure you felt the same way. and… well, a game just didn’t seem like the right time for a first kiss.”

you felt your heartbeat pick up, and a smile tugged at your lips as you took a small step closer. "would now be a better time?” you asked softly.

maki’s eyes widened a bit, a flicker of hope crossing his face. “what… do you mean?”

you chuckled, genuinely this time. “that i like you too, idiot.”

a smile spread across his face as his eyes softened. “in that case… i’d say now is perfect,” he murmured, lifting his hands to gently cup your cheeks and leaning in until his lips met yours. <3

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