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just ask him! — jung sungchan

PAIRING ✿ : barista!sungchan x f!reader

GENRE ✿ : fluff, oneshot, smau

WARNINGS ✿ : profanity

SYNOPSIS ✿ : you work the register at your family-owned cafe. recently, your parents hired jung sungchan—your ridiculously tall (and unfairly handsome) classmate—as the new barista. you weren’t meant to get close… but over time, you started using him as your emergency explainer whenever you forgot the drinks. the thing is, even after you’d memorized the whole menu, the nudges and soft hits never stopped.

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sungchan fic later today mwhahahahaha i love cafe aus

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WHERE THE SUNLIGHT GLOWS ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

chapter 3 — peace

the next time you saw him, it was monday. right before your elective. the sky was gray, and the gloominess of the world made you want to stay in bed for a little bit longer. you were already seated when he walked in, hoodie down this time, hair still a little damp from the drizzle.

he looked around, briefly, before walking over and slipping into the seat next to you.

his journal was already in his hands.

he didn’t apologize.

he didn’t have to.

the silence between you didn’t feel heavy.. like there was no need for anyone to say anything.

it felt real.

when the professor began to speak, he leaned over and nudged your elbow with the side of his notebook out. you glanced at the page. he had written something in his neat, slanted handwriting:

“thanks for not leaving that day.”

you read it once. twice.

then, you turned your notebook to a fresh page and scribbled back:

“anytime. even if you pretend i’m not there again.”

he glanced at your note and smiled. it was small, but it reached his eyes.

and just like that, the rhythm between you had altered. like you’ve reached a new meaning to being friends. something new had cracked open.

over the next few weeks, your journal entries changed.

they stopped feeling like assignments. they started becoming something else—letters, conversations, quiet reflections embedded carefully into the pages of the journals only the two of you would ever read.

week 4. you wrote:

there’s something calming about walking next to someone who doesn’t ask too many questions.

not that questions are bad, but sometimes the answer is still arriving.

like you can’t answer everything all at once.

you once said that you wanted to feel something again.

i wonder if you’re finally achieving that.

i hope, even in small moments, you’re starting to.

like sunlight slipping under the door.

week 4. he wrote:

sometimes when we write, i feel like i can say things i can’t say out loud.

maybe when i look back at this, i’ll laugh.

it’s not like i don’t trust people.

it’s just that i don’t really know how to be known.

but with you, it doesn’t feel so scary.

like i can pour my heart out and you wouldn’t judge me for it.

it feels.. quiet. and normal. like home.

maybe that’s what peace is supposed to feel like.

i hope it never changes.

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SUMMARY ✿ : seunghan, the embodiment of a perfect student, moved to your school for reasons you weren’t sure of. that was, until you got paired together for your journal writing project. what will you do when a few exchanged words on paper slowly turn into feelings that you’d never expect to write about?

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chapter 2 — thank you

over the next few weeks, you started hanging out more. at first, it was to gather “writing fuel”.

you’d go to parks, watch strangers walk by, and make up stories about their lives. you’d visit bookstores and give each other prompts to write off of. you wrote letters you never sent. you started sharing favorite song lyrics and playlists.

one night, he even walked you home in the rain after stargazing outside and writing stories about each star you saw. his hoodie was pulled over both your heads. it was soft. gentle.

seunghan wouldn’t talk much about his old school, but there would be some instances wherein he’d stare at the horizon like he was looking for something he’d forgotten to pack before transferring.

it happened on a friday. late afternoon. the light was a golden honey color and you were on your way to return a book from the arts building. you expected everyone else to be at home or getting ready to party for the weekend.

but, as you passed by the empty studio. you paused. the door was cracked open. you didn’t think much of it, and prepared yourself to continue walking. that was, until you spotted a figure sitting down and wearing a familiar hoodie. it was seunghan, he was hunched next to the window, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands.

he was crying.

not the loud kind.

not the kind that begged to be noticed.

but the kind that looked like it had been waiting, patiently, to be let out.

his head was bowed. one hand was covering his face while the other was gripping on his phone like it was the only thing keeping him sane.

you didn’t move. didn’t breathe.

you almost turned away. almost convinced that you hadn’t seen anything. and that he’d probably prefer being left alone. but then, he looked up.

his eyes and nose were red.

when he saw you, he froze.

and for a split second, you saw it.

the fear. the guilt. the shame. the silent please don’t say anything gaze.

and for some reason, something pushed you even more to step forward towards the room. slowly.

“hey,” you said softly. “do you want me to go?”

he didn’t answer. he just swallowed hard and wiped his face with his sleeve.

you sat next to the opening of the door, just outside of it. not looking at him. just enough so that he wouldn’t feel alone.

“you don’t have to say anything,” you said. “we can just sit here. you can even pretend i'm not here.”

then, breaking the silence, you heard a quiet, broken whisper. “it’s just.. harder than i thought. starting over.”

and you nodded. even though he couldn’t see you.

“yeah,” you started. “but you don’t have to do it alone.”

the two of you shared silence—not awkward, but comfortable. like each other’s presence was all you needed.

and somehow, that was the first time you both realized that it wasn’t just about the writing anymore.

week 3. today, you wrote:

i’m not sure if i was supposed to be there today.

maybe i should’ve walked past that studio.

maybe i should’ve never stopped and just pretended i didn’t see anything.

but i didn’t.

and something in me hopes that was okay.

you looked like a story trying so hard to not be written down.

like if someone noticed, it would all fall apart.

i didn’t try to fix anything.

i just sat there. listened to the silence between your breaths.

and maybe, in some way, that was enough.

maybe being seen is its own kind of healing.

even if you don’t say much.

even if we both didn’t know what to do with the moment.

i hope it mattered. i hope you’re okay.

week 3. today, he wrote:

i didn’t mean to cry.

not there. not like that.

i thought i could keep myself together.

but it slipped. and you saw.

for a second, i wanted to disappear.

something in me felt so embarrassed for showing emotion.

but you didn’t flinch.

you didn’t try fixing anything.

you just sat there. like you knew silence could fix things itself.

and somehow, that helped.

you said i didn’t have to do it alone.

you said we could just sit.

you made it feel okay to fall apart for a moment.

like i didn’t have to always be anyone else but a person figuring things out.

writing this, it doesn’t feel like a project.

it feels like breathing.

my first real breath in weeks.

thank you.

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SUMMARY ✿ : seunghan, the embodiment of a perfect student, moved to your school for reasons you weren’t sure of. that was, until you got paired together for your journal writing project. what will you do when a few exchanged words on paper slowly turn into feelings that you’d never expect to write about?

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where are my glasses? — lee anton

PAIRING ✿ : baker!anton x f!reader

GENRE ✿ : fluff, oneshot, smau

WARNINGS ✿ : swearing, yushi is a hater 🙏

SYNOPSIS ✿ : you are a lowkey student content creator who finds peace in the comfort of the cafe called “Morning Theory”, owned by anton—a baker well known for his calming pastry videos and cafe vlogs. unknowingly to you, accidentally leaving your glasses behind would be the start of something new between you and baker boy.

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chapter 1 — hong seunghan

everyone knew his name before they saw his face.

hong seunghan.

transferred in from one of the top schools in the country.

top of his class. captain of the basketball team. debate president. perfect grades. a rumored scholarship lined up since highschool.

people whispered about him as if he was some kind of legend.

“why would someone like him transfer here?”

“did he throw his life away?”

“i heard he got bored of being the best.”

but .. the first time you saw him, it wasn’t in a spotlight. it was in the middle of a quiet hallway, between lecture halls still filled with people inside. he was standing by the window, head tilted down, hoodie up, earphones in. you weren’t even sure if it was really him. he looked peaceful, but also .. kind of lost. like he was trying to stay invisible in a place that didn’t know what to do with him.

you didn’t expect that.

you weren’t the type to just approach someone out of the blue, really, so it didn’t take much convincing for you to just walk past him. but, from the corner of your eye, you realized he wasn’t using his phone. instead, he was staring down at his shoes like the floor was the most interesting creation known to man. you caught a glimpse of his face.

it was indeed seunghan.

the owner of the name that would escape people’s lips even before the beginning of the semester.

you hadn’t believed that anyone could be that perfect. what people said about him sounded too shiny, too manufactured—as if he was more like a robot than a human being. he sounded like a character straight out of a drama.

but seeing him like this .. he didn’t look like a main character. he looked .. tired.

you didn’t say anything. just kept walking. the slow steps echoed through the quiet corridor, the sound of your heart beating filled your head as you pretended to not glance his way again. he didn’t look up.

but later, when you were sipping your coffee outside the humanities building, you swore you saw him pass by the bench across from you. headphones still in, hands in his pockets, subtle but noticeable sunlight catching the edge of his profile for just a moment before it disappeared again.

and for some reason, you thought: he looks like someone trying to remember what peace feels like.

the next day, you find out he is in your creative writing elective. you didn’t really think he was the type of person to take up this class. and your professor—with perfect timing—said, “we’ll be doing paired journal writings this semester, i’ve already posted the pairings. let’s keep things interesting.”

you looked down at the list.

partner: hong seunghan.

you blinked. what a coincidence.

you tried scanning the room in hopes of finding him there. he was already looking at you. your eyes made contact and—for a second, or barely even that—he smiled.

you told yourself:

it’s fine.

just a new partner project.

just a new student.

just someone i don’t know yet.

just a quiet boy with wired earphones wearing a too-big hoodie that didn’t talk much in class.

but by the next tuesday, he was sat next to you, scribbling away with his black Muji pen. he looked more studious than you had imagined. maybe he was a perfect student back in his previous college. his handwriting was almost painfully neat. slanted, precise, well-spaced-out, like he was scared of writing something wrong when his notes were only for him to see anyway.

you hadn’t spoken much yet. just a few awkward nods and glances. he still didn’t take his earphones out when you asked him to meet for the project. you weren’t entirely sure he heard you. that’s when he slid a sticky note saying:

“coffee after this? there’s a quiet place nearby. i write better when the room smells like espresso :p”

you read it and smile. you smiled not because it was funny. but because for the first time, he seemed like a genuine person.

the coffee place he took you to was on a street you had never noticed before—it was tucked behind the old student theater, next to the shop that sold second hand vinyls for you don’t even know how long. the place had no music—just filled with the low hums of distant conversations. light poured from the window onto the floor.

seunghan ordered an iced americano with no sugar.

you ordered the same.

he pulled out his journal even before you could sit down.

“we don’t have to make anything serious. the project, i mean,” you said, watching him click his pen open. “all we need to write are weekly entries and submit a joint reflection right?”

“yeah,” he nodded.

“so.. what do you normally write about?” you ask.

he paused for a second before glancing down at his blank page. “people. places. things i want to remember.” a small shrug. “sometimes, i like to make up things just to see how they’d feel if they were real.”

you blinked. “that was kind of poetic.”

he didn’t reply right away. then, softly—as if everyone would hear him—he said, “i want to feel something again. writing seems to be a good place to start. i almost dropped this elective at first but.. i thought that it was a good change.”

and just like that, you stopped seeing him as a new student. and started seeing him as someone who was still learning how to be here.

week 1. you wrote:

maybe my partner’s more interesting than i expected.

seunghan’s not that bad.

he isn’t stuck-up like i thought he’d be.

that’s nice.

he doesn’t talk much.

but when he does, he says things that make you want to stay a little bit longer.

he listens with his whole attention.

i like that in a person.

it felt like he was letting me into a room he doesn’t show everyone.

maybe that’s why i didn’t mind sitting next to him.

even if we weren’t saying anything.

i don’t know much about him yet, but maybe that’s the point.

maybe some people aren’t meant to be understood all at once.

they’re meant to be noticed slowly.

week 1. he wrote:

i didn’t expect to care about this class much at all.

just write a few half-decent lines, and submit what i had.

my new partner, yn, wasn’t too bad.

she smiled at me today. a smile i’ve never received before.

it was soft. genuine.

a smile that made me want to write more.

they didn’t ask me why i transferred, why i was so quiet.

they didn’t interrogate me like i owed them an explanation.

she asked me what i liked writing about.

i told the truth.

places, people, things i want to remember.

and maybe now, i’ll have one more thing to write about.

i don’t know much about her story yet,

but i think i’d like to.

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SUMMARY ✿ : seunghan, the embodiment of a perfect student, moved to your school for reasons you weren’t sure of. that was, until you got paired together for your journal writing project. what will you do when a few exchanged words on paper slowly turn into feelings that you’d never expect to write about?

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WHERE THE SUNLIGHT GLOWS ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ masterlist

MUSIC ✿ : where the sunlight glows — sunkis, yung kai, 88rising

PAIRING ✿ : seunghan x f!reader

GENRE ✿ : angst, mutual pining, fluff, slice of life, written

WARNINGS ✿ : kisses, emotionally breaking down, mostly just fluff

SUMMARY ✿ : seunghan, the embodiment of a perfect student, moved to your school for reasons you weren’t sure of. that was, until you got paired together for your journal writing project. what will you do when a few exchanged words on paper slowly turn into feelings that you’d never expect to write about?

PROGRESS ✿ : ongoing!

UPDATING SCHEDULE ✿ : every tuesday/friday

chapter 1 : hong seunghan

chapter 2 : thank you

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

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posting the masterlist for the seunghan fic later !!! everytime i re-read it i just think its soooo scrumptious😽 i’m so excited for xnghan & xoul debut 

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hi everyone! im posting a written seunghan fic dusted with a bit of angst, slice of life, and slow burn romance soon and this is a post asking if anyone would want to be in the taglist !

overview: seunghan came from a school everyone admired —a school brilliant, distant, and untouchable. he moved to your college out of the blue, but when he arrived, it wasn't with noise. just a quiet kind of vanishing. you didn't know how he felt. you weren't meant to matter, but hours of time together couldn't help but fold strangers into something more. maybe he didn't come here to be seen. he was here to feel a new light.

it was also written with this song’s lyrics in mind, so they have similar vibes vv

just send an ask or reply under this post if u’d like to be added! all the support is appreciated :p

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seunghan debut 🥹🥹🥹

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ANTON LEE THE MAN THAT YOU ARE….

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unwind — lee sohee

⊹ ࣪ ˖ genre—fluff and a lot more fluff

⊹ ࣪ ˖ pairing—bf!sohee x gn!yn

⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc—439

sohee saw the way you walked through the front door, exhausted after a long day of your boss telling you off over and over again. your shoulders ached, your head felt heavy. all you needed was someone to hold. 

he meets you at the doorway, helping you take off your shoes and putting your jacket back on the coat rack before he pulls you into a hug. 

“can’t we just stay like this until morning?” you groan. 

his hands were pleasant against your back, steady and loving. you breathe in his warmth and his scent—the scent that tells you he’s just gotten out of the shower. he doesn’t say anything at first and instead holds you tighter than before, resting his cheek on your shoulder. his hug was so strong, as if he wanted to protect you from whatever made you feel so small today.

“you smell like the subway,” he eventually murmurs, teasing you just enough for you to let out a small laugh onto his chest.

you don’t say anything, and that alone told him all the things that he needed to hear. you were, infact, tired. not tired, but TIRED. you’d usually say something back in a fit of him making fun of you, but this time, all you could do was accept the lighthearted comment. no part of you consisted of the energy to form up a good response.

he sighs. “come on now,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading your exhausted body over to the bathroom. “bathroom. now. you’ll never catch me letting you sleep with a full face of whatever nonsense your job put you through today.”

you sent a light giggle. oh man, what would you do without him. he’s the best.

you let him guide you, too tired to resist. he tied your hair back using the hair tie he always keeps on his wrist for moments like this. “you look like a little onion,” he teased, earning himself a small eye roll. “there she is, there’s the face i missed.”

he lathers your cleanser on your face carefully, his fingers cool and gentle on your skin. 

“you really have to stop skipping this part of your day when you’re tired,” he scolds, though you could tell from his voice that he was affectionately doing so. he rinses you off with warm water and pats your face dry with a small towel. then, with both hands, he cups your face and smiles. 

“there,” he starts. “you’re back, my favorite person in the whole world.”

feeling refreshed, you practically melt in his hands. your heart was lighter than it had been all day, and it made you realize that rough days will always get better when you spend it with someone you love. 

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plethoric - m. jaehyun

genre : fluff, slowburn

pairing : model!jaehyun x sculptor!reader

wc : 837

warnings : none!

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it’s already your final semester as an advanced art student who specializes in sculpting. you were already worn down by critiques, deadlines, workload, and the suffocating pressure to impress your instructor. he was a stern traditionalist, a master of his field—as some may say. he decided to bring in a guest—Myung Jaehyun—his nephew. he’d been brought in as the live model for the facial sculpture assignment the class had to complete over the next six weeks.

the clay beneath your fingers was beginning to warm from your delicate touch. you’ve been working for an hour now, smoothing, molding, and cutting off all the unnecessary clay. the room hums with low conversation, the atmosphere filled with the concentration of all the students trying to clone the man in front of them. some kept their eyes on him, others would glance up and down to see the accuracy of their sculpt as they worked, but you stayed quiet.

you don’t look up.

you try your best not to.

you feel his eyes on you, like how sunlight grazes your skin—warm, insistent, soft. not in a way that makes you uncomfortable.. just, aware. he watches you like he’s trying to memorize something he has never seen before.

then—

“Jaehyun.” your instructor's voice slices through the calm silence of the studio. “eyes forward. you’re here to be studied, not to study.”

there’s a small shuffle. the model’s stool creaks as he adjusts his posture back to how it originally was. you hear the faintest laugh escape his lips.

he’s been caught.

again.

you press your lips together, trying to contain the tugs of your lips to hide the smile they threaten to create.

the others in class continue to sculpt his likeness—someone with strong features and objectively attractive. but, none of their pieces really look like him. they just don’t look like the way he feels. not the way he makes the room a little less tense just by being in it.

your sculpture is different.

it’s not a portrait. not a perfect face. not a direct replica of his profile. the face was half carved, not yet polished, but was able to visibly portray the faintest trace of a smile—not big, not bright, but brimming. brimming as if it didn’t know how to contain all the joy inside.

it looked like him.

no—it looked like how he looked at you. you carved something no one else could—proof that you had seen the parts of him no one else even knew existed.

you think of a word. plethoric. a word of abundance. something you had looked up after reading a poem long ago. that's how he looks when he watches you.

you always thought of emotion as your weakness. you never knew how to perfectly capture it—not until now.

the end of class was called. students stretched, shaked their sore hands, and low murmurs about needing coffee filled the room. you start cleaning your tools.

you hear footsteps approach, slow and deliberate.

you don’t need to turn around.

“you never look directly at me,” he says, voice filled with amusement.

you continue to wipe your modeling tools. “that’s because i don’t need to.”

“then how do you know when i’m looking at you?” he replied, slightly leaning now on the counter beside him.

“because you always are.”

he faced the ground, letting out a small laugh. “busted.”

you finally lift your head to look at him.

he’s still dressed in the white robe your instructor had given him, the belt tied around lazily. his hair was messy—as if he had been running his hands over it. however, none of that stands out to you. not when he’s looking at you like that.

you don’t know how to describe it.

except, you do.

plethoric. plethoric joy. it’s like a quiet type of happiness—something evident even if he’s tired. something that only shows up when he’s looking at you. it’s as though his happiness was too vast to store in his chest, so it escapes through his eyes before he can even speak.

“why?” before you can stop yourself, you find yourself questioning him. “why do you look at me, and only me?”

he pauses, but doesn’t look away. “because, you’re the only one who looks at their sculpture like it’s alive. the only one out of 15 students who seems to see sculpting as more than just art.”

your heart stutters.

it doesn’t skip. it stutters.

you didn’t know what to say. people rarely notice the amount of effort you put into your work—and it felt good to finally be seen.

“come by after class,” you say, voice steady. “i’ll show you.”

“show me what?” he asks.

you meet his eyes—really meet them. “show you what it feels like, to be looked at the way i look at my work.”

he smiles.

and there’s that same expression again—the same, overwhelmingly warm look that makes you want to carve his face out of the sky just to see it again and again.

plethoric.

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collywobbles — k. leehan

genre : fluff, slow burn, mutual pining

pairing : singer/streamer!leehan x twtuser!yn

synopsis : leehan is a member and streamer in boynextdoor, an independent band with a respectable following. yn, on the other hand, handles a well-known account dedicated to analyzing song lyrics coming from her most adored singers. what yn didnt know was that her twitter threads wouldn’t only capture her fans’ hearts, but also her favorite singer’s.

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collywobbles — k. leehan

genre : fluff, slow burn, mutual pining

pairing : singer/streamer!leehan x twtuser!yn

synopsis : leehan is a member and streamer in boynextdoor, an independent band with a respectable following. yn, on the other hand, handles a well-known account dedicated to analyzing song lyrics coming from her most adored singers. what yn didnt know was that her twitter threads wouldn’t only capture her fans’ hearts, but also her favorite singer’s.