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so so so so So So SO SO so so

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theme is so yas queen skinny legend versace boots i love it

PLSSSS TYSM EFFY 😋🤗 ur name in my bio make it 10x better Trust .

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YOU NEVER CALL WHEN YOU’RE SOBER ─── HAN TAESAN 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒

i can see you're intoxicated when you look in my eyes ✶ switched up on me way too many times, but, just love me.

IN OTHER WORDS you could view taesan as only a distraction, but he doesn’t care. in his eyes, he views you as the only one he wants—even if it hurts him.

──── taesan x f ! r ╱ ⌕ pining, angst, semi comfort ( ? ) ∿ ˊᯅˋ ments. of drinking + reader is drunk & taesan wants her #bad… but… WORD COUNT 2.1K+ ( 💬 ) the music was hitting… the pinterest was cooking… so i did what i had to do 🙂‍↕️ + for @riumori 🤍

He never wanted to be here in the first place. If anything, this would be the last area he would ever want to get caught at—a loud and extremely packed party.

This place only reeked of booze, the music was blasting loud enough to burst someone’s ears, and the lights were too bright—things that only seemed insufferable to Taesan.

He loathed having to squeeze his way through the crowd, despised how people would attempt to drag him into their drinking games, and absolutely hated having the feeling of unfamiliar hands brushing against him. Still, he puts up with it, simply for another night.

All this irritation would’ve led him right to you—the one person he’s willing to pick up the phone for, no matter the time.

After putting up with everything that had to do with this party, the moment his eyes landed on you, the tightness in his chest eased. You washed away the tension built up in his body as if it had never existed in the first place. The scene feels almost too familiar.

It wasn’t surprising to find you glammed up, lingering near the drinking area as if it was your own corner for safety. But what made his stomach twist was the way you were slumped against the wall, struggling to keep your gaze steady on the guy sitting in front of you. He noticed the furrow in your brows, the way your fingers were grasping onto the red cup so tightly that the plastic had crinkles.

That was all it took for his instincts to kick in. It led him to pick up his walking pace to make sure you didn’t waste another second alone. And with practiced ease–as he has done it countless times–he slipped an arm around your waist, gently pulling you upright and away from the wall.

“Who the hell are you?” the stranger snapped, his tone was raised in annoyance, as though Taesan had ruined his one and only shot with you. Taesan could only scoff inwardly, wondering what entitled him to say that to him.

What kind of douchebag tries to make a move on a girl who could barely stand straight?

Pathetic.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you suddenly blurted out.

The words snapped Taesan out of a trance with his thoughts. His head turned toward you, catching the way you looked up at him with glossy eyes and a lopsided smile. Then, without hesitation, you pressed yourself closer, your fingers curling into the fabric of his jean jacket like it was the only thing keeping you steady tonight.

Rather than being flustered by the unexpected closeness, Taesan reacted immediately. He quickly grabbed the cup from your other hand, setting it back down on the counter before helping you off your feet. You leaned into him, all your weight trusting his hold. Before walking away, he shot the guy with a sharp glare for the last time.

The further he walked you away from the chaos, the easier it was for his heart rate to slow down. Being with you–having you cling to him for support—cooled the frustration brewing in his chest. It was obvious that he now didn’t care about the party, the noise, or anyone else.

He was only here because of and only for you.

No words were being exchanged, just the occasional glances he took to make sure you were okay. But only one word could keep circling in his mind.

Boyfriend.

He knows that you didn’t mean it. That you were drunk, barely aware of what you were saying. He knows it means nothing to you, but to him, it meant something. More than he wanted to admit. That the sound of that word in your voice was enough to silence the restless thoughts in his mind, to make him believe—just for a moment—that it could be true.

The way it rolled off your tongue so easily, so naturally. As though it belonged to him.

But Taesan knew better. He knew that he wasn’t that person for you.

And could never be.

“My feet hurt,” you slurred your speech, the words messy but clear enough for him to slow down his walking pace.

“Do you want to sit somewhere?” he asked, his voice softer now, but also careful.

“Can we sit outside?”

He glanced at the door in front of you two. “It’s not that cold out. Will that be okay?”

You only nodded, allowing him to lead the way like you’ve always done. With every step further from the noise, the pounding music hushed, the door clicking shut behind you both with silence replacing the atmosphere. Taesan guided you to a bench nearby, watching over your steps to make sure you did not trip over your own two feet.

He watched you sink into it with a faint shiver. He tucked your fur jacket closer around your shoulders, then draped his own over your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you said, the words being the only clear thing you’ve said throughout this time—the one phrase he had grown used to hearing from you, again and again.

“Don’t be,” he murmured, though the reassurance he told you wasn’t soothing his own nerves twisting inside him. He could only fix his gaze forward, unable to meet your eyes.

“You don’t have to keep saying that. Remember?”

“I should, since I keep…” you hiccuped, trying your best to formulate the right words. You let your head fall against his shoulder like it belonged there. “…keep calling you whenever I am like this.”

Stop saying words you don’t mean.

Instead of saying those words, he could only adjust his seating just enough to steady you, to make it more comfortable for you to lean on him. “I told you, Y/N. You can call me whenever.”

“It doesn’t feel right to do that.”

His chest could only tighten further, as if the situation was draining all the air out of him. But, he still forced the words out anyway. “You wouldn’t be doing anything wrong to me.”

“Even if you say that,” your voice became fainter as you took a breath in before continuing. “I know it’s wrong to keep calling you like this. Just because of him.”

Of course it was about him. It always was.

Taesan’s stomach churned at the reminder, the person he didn’t need to hear to know. The person that you could never let go of. The one that you would always reach for even when you were falling apart.

All he could do was sit there, letting you speak your mind while he swallowed the ache forming in his throat.

Because he certainly was no better. He couldn’t let you go either.

And the person he wanted only wished for someone else.

He could only bite down on his lip, keeping every word locked in his mouth. No matter how much it hurt, he refused to cross that line you created–refusing to force himself into a place in your life where he didn’t belong. There was no point in pretending he could mean so much more to you than he already did.

It was no use to make him become any more important in your story.

Not when you were drunk. Not when the truth was so sudden yet so painfully clear.

“It’s absolutely ridiculous,” you muttered, your voice slightly cracking up as you tried to keep it stable. “Ridiculous that I still miss him. And yet… I can’t bring myself to reach out to him.”

“So I… I became a coward and just… seek you out instead,” your tone faltered, heavy with the weight of the unshed tears you continued to hold onto.

It’s never nice to only be a choice whenever it is convenient for someone else. The words hit him hard, but he feels like he has been always used to taking it. Even if a sting spread through his chest, it was as if it instantly numbed, like he built a shield to the hurt that you wouldn’t even realize you gave him.

He still found himself holding on.

He always held on.

Because some part of him was waiting—desperate—for the day you might say something different. For once.

That maybe one day—when you’re not drunk and lingering behind someone else’s shadow—you’ll realize he’s one who’s always been there. The one that always makes sure she brings you home, the one who takes care of you, and the one who always wipes your tears before shedding his own.

But, that doesn’t make him different from that douchebag earlier, does it?

Just another person to be in your world, waiting for scraps of attention you’ll never remember giving him.

To you, these moments may seem insignificant. Small, and not important. But to him, they were everything. Every touch, every glance, and every careless word that slipped out became something he held onto. Even the way “boyfriend” was said by you, it didn’t matter, if it was a drunken response, not meant for him. He still replayed it like it meant so much more.

It was all he could ever have.

He knows, once you’re sober again, you wouldn’t bother. You wouldn’t think twice about the things for you. You wouldn't say the words he was so hopelessly wishing to hear.

It was going to happen all over again.

And maybe that was the devastating part-–he already knew what you would do, and still, he stayed.

“You were always here,” you mumbled against his shoulder, a short but bitter laughter followed along with your words. “Not him, though. It will never be him.”

Then why would you always want him? Why did you always think about him and not me?

A thousand words wanted to claw out of Taesan’s throat, trying to escape—just this once. But, none of them could ever make it out.

“You shouldn’t waste your tears for someone that doesn’t stay,” he said, his gaze fixated on the pavement.

“I know,” you breathed unevenly, your hand suddenly clutching tighter at his sleeve. “You make it seem so easy to just… not think about him. Like you’re the right choice.”

At that point, Taesan could’ve just shattered. He shut his eyes to let the warmth of you press against his shoulder to drown out the reality that was clawing out to be faced within his head.

His entire body only went stiff, his hand was shaking to remain curled into fists against his thighs. His knuckles strained along with his fingers digging into his palms.

If he even showed a crack, about his vulnerability, he wasn’t sure if he could know how to stop it.

He allowed himself to tilt his head just slightly towards yours, even if leaning into you would break the fragile wall he put up around you. He let the warmth of your body seep into his, letting him feel the weight of everything—for the very last time.

His hands could only shake in his lap, aching to close the distance between you two, but he forced himself to keep them still. Even with every instinct within his body telling him to hold you the way he always wanted to, he just couldn’t. He could only press his hands flat against his legs, his hands shaking as he forced restraint.

How it would be so easy to believe you again. It would be easy to give in, trying to think his words meant something again. To take in the words that burned holes throughout him for so long once more. But, Taesan should take his own advice, reminding him to not waste any more time for someone that wouldn’t stay.

He only stayed still, the only movement being made was the shaky rise in your chest as he sniffed, failing to contain the tears that finally slipped free. His throat could only tighten, his eyes burned, but he couldn’t dare himself to move to catch a breather. Instead, he put everything into memory again—the weight of you being pressed against him, the way your head naturally fit against his shoulder, as if the world itself had intended to happen, yet only ever allowed in situations like this.

Deep down, he only could wish everything was real. Everything that you did whenever you were tipsy were fragments of your sober thoughts—your real self. But, deep down, only he will be made to remember your empty words that he wants to cling onto.

He would be on his own, mourning over a love that never has been—and never could be—his.

Even if it destroys him slowly.

“I wish you meant that.” He felt choked up, the air engulfing his lungs strangling the words that closed into him. But, he let his lips part, continuing to whisper a confession so weakly that it barely made a sound—one that would always be left unheard by you.

“Just this one time.”

‘💬’ ─── User Riumori. If u ever read this note, You know what you did. And I have more coming for you.

› BONEDO PERM TL ( OPEN ) ──── @riumori @j4d @itsactuallylina @htaesan @himewonu @pumpkg @mimimimiaa @deeour @s0shroe @mari3s @woonhakntaesansgf @yunextdoor @wensurr @ivxae

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OMGOMGOMG STOPPPP LMFAOOOO … u aren’t wrong i’ve liked him Twice . once last year then again at the start of this year….!

having a platonic guy bsf is so fun bc wdym i can use u as inspo in my friends to lovers fics …#heaintevenknowit 🔥!

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( 💬 ) LOVER/FRIEND — OT6!BOYNEXTDOOR

LOVER, FRIENDS ⟡ 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 (𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋) 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 (𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌?)

( ♡ ) ft. platonic-friend!boynextdoor & fem!reader

BACK 2 SHELF ───   ###   boynextdoor as text msgs between my platonic guy bestfriend and i ✶ cw: texts crack fluff ⧽ one joking threat swearing ✉️ 6 images

[ >ᴗ< note ] . last minute thought................! his texts r so crack smau worthy so i had to put them to use.... (lowkey fell off as i wrote bc i couldnt find more fun convos but its okay) leehan's is also Very accurate right now . bro said he'll wake up early.... it's 2 pm? Wya...

BOYNEXTDOOR PERM TAGLIST — @ihankaji @ancnymcnzjy @ilovedallywinston @i03jae @borednia @s0shroe @leehanwish @sol3chu @en-dream @ribbeoms @itsactuallylina @himewonu @hollxe1 @r1kification @mensisim @mydearyeseo @sunghxxnie @taesanfav @wonzzziezzzz @ijustwannareadstuff20 @tanghuyuj @ranjupotato @mimimimiaa @ningizuo @hyunjinslongasslegs @jvngw0nlvr @paradiseoflosers @itsactuallylina @kukkurookkoo @monniemoody @cheruphic @kazemiya @rizzwoos @beomgyus-right-eyelash @kagatinkita @w3willris3 @jusskla @bamgeutori @athenaisonlinee @wensurr

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( 💬 ) SAY YES — LEE RIWOO

BABY SAY YES ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌

( ♡ ) ft. enemy!riwoo & gn!reader

BACK 2 SHELF ───   ###  you label each other as enemies while riwoo only wants to be labeled as yours—brave to say you feel the same ✶ cw: drabble fluff school au enemies with tension ⧽ kind of suggestive (putting js incase...) ✉️ 1246 words

[ >ᴗ< note ] . yes by minj … nobody gets that song like i do . that song made me write something i didn't even know i could.....no dialogue.... just thoughts ..! also listen to the song while reading It’s the only right way.

Your school rarely hosts semi-formals. They get brought up at meetings and planned, but never see the light of a banquet hall. It’s a shocker that the idea finally escaped the hidden vault during your final year of high school.

Riwoo swishes around the lemonade that sits in their school’s knockoff wine glasses, his eyes focused nowhere near the spinning liquid. He doesn’t even take note of the fact that droplets managed to graze his fingers and trickle down the side of the glass.

He doesn’t care.

The only thing that is on his mind is how good you look in that outfit of yours. He can’t take his eyes off of you—you look perfect. The smile that appears on your face as you talk with your friends makes his heart beat. He wishes you’d look at him like that instead of your casual gaze of distaste.

In all honesty, he doesn’t hate the fact you two are “enemies”. His hatred for you slowly dissipated as time went on. The hate became attraction to the point where he knows he’d get jealous if he saw you with someone else—someone that isn’t him.

Riwoo could go on and on fighting with you if that means he’d be able to see the annoyed expression you show whenever you two lock eyes, even if it means forever. If you say yes to his simple question of him wanting you, he wouldn’t waste any time locking his lips with yours after hearing the word.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t shake off the uneasy feeling that continues to engulf your body. The conversation with your friends isn’t enough of a distraction neither is the drink in your hand. You haven’t seen Riwoo all night. As per usual, any pair of enemies would love that feeling—peacefulness and at ease. Instead, you feel bothered and restless.

You want to see him. The feeling of excitement that fills your system when you catch a glimpse of the two earrings from a distance. The two earrings that accompany his ears. The moment his eyes meet yours, or vice-versa, there’s a scowl on your face. It’s only there as a cover up. As much as you want him as a whole, you can’t let him know. There’s no way you’d let him find something else to nitpick about you.

Your friends' voices become muffled noise as your attention shifts. It shifts around the room in search of a familiar face, a certain someone—the face you don’t want to lose anyone to else.

Lee Riwoo.

It doesn’t take you long to find him, which you hate and love at the same time. It makes you seem desperate, but you’re not mad by the sight. He looks clean and sharp. You don’t miss the way the light hits the bridge of his nose. The way his lips curl up into that stupidly attractive smile of his with his dimple on display as he talks with his friend. The way his fingers are wrapped around the stem of the cheapish wine glass with a ring or two embracing them. He manages to make it seem expensive with a simple touch of his fingers. And, of course, the gleam of his earrings. The ones he refuses to put down. Though, they don't bother you. You personally like that he wears them.

You’re so distracted by Lee Riwoo that the uneasy feeling you felt earlier is gone. You don’t even notice it until you turn away to join your friends’ conversation once again. He has such an effect on you, leaving you baffled. All you want to hear is that he feels the same way you do. Just a simple yes. That’s all that needs to leave his mouth if you ever ask him that question.

The moment his friend leaves, his gaze slowly finds its way back onto you. You’re still chatting amongst your friends—the same scene Riwoo saw before Taesan had come over. He wonders if you’ve spotted him yet.

Did your eyes linger on him like his are doing with you?

Do you even want him the same way he wants you?

Do you lose your mind like he does after an interaction with one another?

Do you hold back—no, restrain yourself like he does when he’s in front of you?

All he wants is to hear you say yes to his confession. An agreement. It could even be in a soft whisper in case you’re shy—embarrassed at the fact others may hear you. Anything. Just the three-letter-word, and he’d be yours with no other thought in his head.

The uneasy feeling makes its way back to you. It feels like a pair of eyes are on you. An intense gaze. As unsettling as it may feel, you’re crossing your fingers in hopes that they belong to the boy from earlier.

You don’t care if he looks at you.

You want him to.

He could look at you for however long he wants and you wouldn’t have an issue. But that never happens. Your eye contact is always brief with a simple look of annoyance from one another to finish it off.

A classic unspoken interaction between enemies.

You fail—fail to fight the urge to turn around and steal another look at Riwoo. However, this time, it’s different. Your eyes meet his. Your gazes lock into each other instantly. There’s a beat. Then another. And another as the hall’s music lowers in sound. Your world around you slows, but Riwoo’s movements are still fast.

He’s raising the wine glass in his hand to his lips, taking a sip of the lemonade from the drink station. Your’s is probably watered down with how long it has been in your hold. Ice melted and neglected. The only difference with this interaction is the fact there is no briefness. The eye contact the two of you hold isn’t anything short and sweet.

There’s no look of annoyance to tie it all together before looking away. There’s no snarly remark leaving one of your mouths. There’s none of that. It’s quiet, but intense, and doesn’t break even for a second. Neither of you can find it in you to peel your eyes off of the other. You reciprocate his action and take a sip of your own lemonade—which you regret later on—but you don’t show it, yet Riwoo’s lips curl up into something between a smirk and a smile.

You aren’t sure which one it is, except you don’t care. You would like either of the two anyway.

He notices the way your brows twitch at the nasty flavoured liquid as you bring the glass down from your lips. The ones he catches himself glancing at whenever you’re in front of him. The sole reason as to why he has to restrain himself from confessing then and there.

The grip on his glass tightens as something within him settles itself the longer he looks into your eyes. Riwoo wants you terribly. He thinks you don’t think the same. Little does he know, you’re just as down bad for him as he is for you.

Just a simple yes could seal everything away. The three-letter-word that you both desperately want (a word that isn’t enough to describe the feeling) to hear leave the lips of the other. It’s not that big of a want to everyone else, but to the two of you, it’s more than that.

It’s a need.

BOYNEXTDOOR PERM TAGLIST — @ihankaji @ancnymcnzjy @ilovedallywinston @i03jae @borednia @s0shroe @leehanwish @sol3chu @en-dream @ribbeoms @itsactuallylina @himewonu @hollxe1 @r1kification @mensisim @mydearyeseo @sunghxxnie @taesanfav @wonzzziezzzz @ijustwannareadstuff20 @tanghuyuj @ranjupotato @mimimimiaa @ningizuo @hyunjinslongasslegs @jvngw0nlvr @paradiseoflosers @itsactuallylina @kukkurookkoo @monniemoody @cheruphic @kazemiya @rizzwoos @beomgyus-right-eyelash @kagatinkita @w3willris3 @jusskla @bamgeutori @athenaisonlinee @wensurr

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#UNSENTPROJECT ── MYUNG JAEHYUN

MESSAGE THREE -> Damn, I miss you.

1 UNREAD TEXT MESSAGE 📲 Jaehyun stumbles across a TikTok about a website. One where you can post anonymous unsent text messages to your first loves. He decides to give it a try, posting one for you—to which he hopes you see. Fortunately, you do. Of course you do. You live on websites like these.

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NOTE -> i think he misses his ex… don’t know though!

[ #UNSENTPROJECT TAGLIST ONE ( OPEN ) ] @ivxae @sourappls @enhypenlovre @woongelaatin @cosmiicstarkss @haruharua @idknunsadly @niinaskrr @liznvis @won1yoiz @dearmynayeon @mochamvgz @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @elegancefr @evemystjade @yunextdoor @uncasings @lze325 @peanutbutterjam505 @amarecerasus @mellonoth @hanninova

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[riumori]

having a platonic guy bsf is so fun bc wdym i can use u as inspo in my friends to lovers fics …#heaintevenknowit 🔥!

[riumori]

[ BOYNEXTDOOR PERMANENT TAGLIST ] @ihankaji @ancnymcnzjy @ilovedallywinston @i03jae @borednia @s0shroe @leehanwish @sol3chu @en-dream @ribbeoms @itsactuallylina @himewonu @hollxe1 @r1kification @mensisim @mydearyeseo @sunghxxnie @taesanfav @wonzzziezzzz @ijustwannareadstuff20 @tanghuyuj @ranjupotato @mimimimiaa @ningizuo @hyunjinslongasslegs @jvngw0nlvr @paradiseoflosers @itsactuallylina @kukkurookkoo @monniemoody @cheruphic @kazemiya @rizzwoos @beomgyus-right-eyelash @kagatinkita @w3willris3 @jusskla @bamgeutori @athenaisonlinee @wensurr

#UNSENTPROJECT ── MYUNG JAEHYUN

MESSAGE THREE -> Damn, I miss you.

1 UNREAD TEXT MESSAGE 📲 Jaehyun stumbles across a TikTok about a website. One where you can post anonymous unsent text messages to your first loves. He decides to give it a try, posting one for you—to which he hopes you see. Fortunately, you do. Of course you do. You live on websites like these.

PREVIOUS INBOX NEXT

NOTE -> i think he misses his ex… don’t know though!

[ #UNSENTPROJECT TAGLIST ONE ( OPEN ) ] @ivxae @sourappls @enhypenlovre @woongelaatin @cosmiicstarkss @haruharua @idknunsadly @niinaskrr @liznvis @won1yoiz @dearmynayeon @mochamvgz @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @elegancefr @evemystjade @yunextdoor @uncasings @lze325 @peanutbutterjam505 @amarecerasus @mellonoth @hanninova

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[riumori]

#UNSENTPROJECT ── MYUNG JAEHYUN

MESSAGE THREE -> Damn, I miss you.

1 UNREAD TEXT MESSAGE 📲 Jaehyun stumbles across a TikTok about a website. One where you can post anonymous unsent text messages to your first loves. He decides to give it a try, posting one for you—to which he hopes you see. Fortunately, you do. Of course you do. You live on websites like these.

PREVIOUS INBOX NEXT

NOTE -> i think he misses his ex… don’t know though!

[ #UNSENTPROJECT TAGLIST ONE ( OPEN ) ] @ivxae @sourappls @enhypenlovre @woongelaatin @cosmiicstarkss @haruharua @idknunsadly @niinaskrr @liznvis @won1yoiz @dearmynayeon @mochamvgz @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @elegancefr @evemystjade @yunextdoor @uncasings @lze325 @peanutbutterjam505 @amarecerasus @mellonoth @hanninova

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[riumori]

( 💬 ) SAY YES — LEE RIWOO

BABY SAY YES ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌

( ♡ ) ft. enemy!riwoo & gn!reader

BACK 2 SHELF ───   ###  you label each other as enemies while riwoo only wants to be labeled as yours—brave to say you feel the same ✶ cw: drabble fluff school au enemies with tension ⧽ kind of suggestive (putting js incase...) ✉️ 1246 words

[ >ᴗ< note ] . yes by minj … nobody gets that song like i do . that song made me write something i didn't even know i could.....no dialogue.... just thoughts ..! also listen to the song while reading It’s the only right way.

Your school rarely hosts semi-formals. They get brought up at meetings and planned, but never see the light of a banquet hall. It’s a shocker that the idea finally escaped the hidden vault during your final year of high school.

Riwoo swishes around the lemonade that sits in their school’s knockoff wine glasses, his eyes focused nowhere near the spinning liquid. He doesn’t even take note of the fact that droplets managed to graze his fingers and trickle down the side of the glass.

He doesn’t care.

The only thing that is on his mind is how good you look in that outfit of yours. He can’t take his eyes off of you—you look perfect. The smile that appears on your face as you talk with your friends makes his heart beat. He wishes you’d look at him like that instead of your casual gaze of distaste.

In all honesty, he doesn’t hate the fact you two are “enemies”. His hatred for you slowly dissipated as time went on. The hate became attraction to the point where he knows he’d get jealous if he saw you with someone else—someone that isn’t him.

Riwoo could go on and on fighting with you if that means he’d be able to see the annoyed expression you show whenever you two lock eyes, even if it means forever. If you say yes to his simple question of him wanting you, he wouldn’t waste any time locking his lips with yours after hearing the word.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t shake off the uneasy feeling that continues to engulf your body. The conversation with your friends isn’t enough of a distraction neither is the drink in your hand. You haven’t seen Riwoo all night. As per usual, any pair of enemies would love that feeling—peacefulness and at ease. Instead, you feel bothered and restless.

You want to see him. The feeling of excitement that fills your system when you catch a glimpse of the two earrings from a distance. The two earrings that accompany his ears. The moment his eyes meet yours, or vice-versa, there’s a scowl on your face. It’s only there as a cover up. As much as you want him as a whole, you can’t let him know. There’s no way you’d let him find something else to nitpick about you.

Your friends' voices become muffled noise as your attention shifts. It shifts around the room in search of a familiar face, a certain someone—the face you don’t want to lose anyone to else.

Lee Riwoo.

It doesn’t take you long to find him, which you hate and love at the same time. It makes you seem desperate, but you’re not mad by the sight. He looks clean and sharp. You don’t miss the way the light hits the bridge of his nose. The way his lips curl up into that stupidly attractive smile of his with his dimple on display as he talks with his friend. The way his fingers are wrapped around the stem of the cheapish wine glass with a ring or two embracing them. He manages to make it seem expensive with a simple touch of his fingers. And, of course, the gleam of his earrings. The ones he refuses to put down. Though, they don't bother you. You personally like that he wears them.

You’re so distracted by Lee Riwoo that the uneasy feeling you felt earlier is gone. You don’t even notice it until you turn away to join your friends’ conversation once again. He has such an effect on you, leaving you baffled. All you want to hear is that he feels the same way you do. Just a simple yes. That’s all that needs to leave his mouth if you ever ask him that question.

The moment his friend leaves, his gaze slowly finds its way back onto you. You’re still chatting amongst your friends—the same scene Riwoo saw before Taesan had come over. He wonders if you’ve spotted him yet.

Did your eyes linger on him like his are doing with you?

Do you even want him the same way he wants you?

Do you lose your mind like he does after an interaction with one another?

Do you hold back—no, restrain yourself like he does when he’s in front of you?

All he wants is to hear you say yes to his confession. An agreement. It could even be in a soft whisper in case you’re shy—embarrassed at the fact others may hear you. Anything. Just the three-letter-word, and he’d be yours with no other thought in his head.

The uneasy feeling makes its way back to you. It feels like a pair of eyes are on you. An intense gaze. As unsettling as it may feel, you’re crossing your fingers in hopes that they belong to the boy from earlier.

You don’t care if he looks at you.

You want him to.

He could look at you for however long he wants and you wouldn’t have an issue. But that never happens. Your eye contact is always brief with a simple look of annoyance from one another to finish it off.

A classic unspoken interaction between enemies.

You fail—fail to fight the urge to turn around and steal another look at Riwoo. However, this time, it’s different. Your eyes meet his. Your gazes lock into each other instantly. There’s a beat. Then another. And another as the hall’s music lowers in sound. Your world around you slows, but Riwoo’s movements are still fast.

He’s raising the wine glass in his hand to his lips, taking a sip of the lemonade from the drink station. Your’s is probably watered down with how long it has been in your hold. Ice melted and neglected. The only difference with this interaction is the fact there is no briefness. The eye contact the two of you hold isn’t anything short and sweet.

There’s no look of annoyance to tie it all together before looking away. There’s no snarly remark leaving one of your mouths. There’s none of that. It’s quiet, but intense, and doesn’t break even for a second. Neither of you can find it in you to peel your eyes off of the other. You reciprocate his action and take a sip of your own lemonade—which you regret later on—but you don’t show it, yet Riwoo’s lips curl up into something between a smirk and a smile.

You aren’t sure which one it is, except you don’t care. You would like either of the two anyway.

He notices the way your brows twitch at the nasty flavoured liquid as you bring the glass down from your lips. The ones he catches himself glancing at whenever you’re in front of him. The sole reason as to why he has to restrain himself from confessing then and there.

The grip on his glass tightens as something within him settles itself the longer he looks into your eyes. Riwoo wants you terribly. He thinks you don’t think the same. Little does he know, you’re just as down bad for him as he is for you.

Just a simple yes could seal everything away. The three-letter-word that you both desperately want (a word that isn’t enough to describe the feeling) to hear leave the lips of the other. It’s not that big of a want to everyone else, but to the two of you, it’s more than that.

It’s a need.

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THE NEW THEME IS EVERYTHINGGGG

OMG THANK UUUU had to end summer off with boynextdoor 💪💪💪

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( 💬 ) SAY YES — LEE RIWOO

BABY SAY YES ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌

( ♡ ) ft. enemy!riwoo & gn!reader

BACK 2 SHELF ───   ###  you label each other as enemies while riwoo only wants to be labeled as yours—brave to say you feel the same ✶ cw: drabble fluff school au enemies with tension ⧽ kind of suggestive (putting js incase...) ✉️ 1246 words

[ >ᴗ< note ] . yes by minj … nobody gets that song like i do . that song made me write something i didn't even know i could.....no dialogue.... just thoughts ..! also listen to the song while reading It’s the only right way.

Your school rarely hosts semi-formals. They get brought up at meetings and planned, but never see the light of a banquet hall. It’s a shocker that the idea finally escaped the hidden vault during your final year of high school.

Riwoo swishes around the lemonade that sits in their school’s knockoff wine glasses, his eyes focused nowhere near the spinning liquid. He doesn’t even take note of the fact that droplets managed to graze his fingers and trickle down the side of the glass.

He doesn’t care.

The only thing that is on his mind is how good you look in that outfit of yours. He can’t take his eyes off of you—you look perfect. The smile that appears on your face as you talk with your friends makes his heart beat. He wishes you’d look at him like that instead of your casual gaze of distaste.

In all honesty, he doesn’t hate the fact you two are “enemies”. His hatred for you slowly dissipated as time went on. The hate became attraction to the point where he knows he’d get jealous if he saw you with someone else—someone that isn’t him.

Riwoo could go on and on fighting with you if that means he’d be able to see the annoyed expression you show whenever you two lock eyes, even if it means forever. If you say yes to his simple question of him wanting you, he wouldn’t waste any time locking his lips with yours after hearing the word.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t shake off the uneasy feeling that continues to engulf your body. The conversation with your friends isn’t enough of a distraction neither is the drink in your hand. You haven’t seen Riwoo all night. As per usual, any pair of enemies would love that feeling—peacefulness and at ease. Instead, you feel bothered and restless.

You want to see him. The feeling of excitement that fills your system when you catch a glimpse of the two earrings from a distance. The two earrings that accompany his ears. The moment his eyes meet yours, or vice-versa, there’s a scowl on your face. It’s only there as a cover up. As much as you want him as a whole, you can’t let him know. There’s no way you’d let him find something else to nitpick about you.

Your friends' voices become muffled noise as your attention shifts. It shifts around the room in search of a familiar face, a certain someone—the face you don’t want to lose anyone to else.

Lee Riwoo.

It doesn’t take you long to find him, which you hate and love at the same time. It makes you seem desperate, but you’re not mad by the sight. He looks clean and sharp. You don’t miss the way the light hits the bridge of his nose. The way his lips curl up into that stupidly attractive smile of his with his dimple on display as he talks with his friend. The way his fingers are wrapped around the stem of the cheapish wine glass with a ring or two embracing them. He manages to make it seem expensive with a simple touch of his fingers. And, of course, the gleam of his earrings. The ones he refuses to put down. Though, they don't bother you. You personally like that he wears them.

You’re so distracted by Lee Riwoo that the uneasy feeling you felt earlier is gone. You don’t even notice it until you turn away to join your friends’ conversation once again. He has such an effect on you, leaving you baffled. All you want to hear is that he feels the same way you do. Just a simple yes. That’s all that needs to leave his mouth if you ever ask him that question.

The moment his friend leaves, his gaze slowly finds its way back onto you. You’re still chatting amongst your friends—the same scene Riwoo saw before Taesan had come over. He wonders if you’ve spotted him yet.

Did your eyes linger on him like his are doing with you?

Do you even want him the same way he wants you?

Do you lose your mind like he does after an interaction with one another?

Do you hold back—no, restrain yourself like he does when he’s in front of you?

All he wants is to hear you say yes to his confession. An agreement. It could even be in a soft whisper in case you’re shy—embarrassed at the fact others may hear you. Anything. Just the three-letter-word, and he’d be yours with no other thought in his head.

The uneasy feeling makes its way back to you. It feels like a pair of eyes are on you. An intense gaze. As unsettling as it may feel, you’re crossing your fingers in hopes that they belong to the boy from earlier.

You don’t care if he looks at you.

You want him to.

He could look at you for however long he wants and you wouldn’t have an issue. But that never happens. Your eye contact is always brief with a simple look of annoyance from one another to finish it off.

A classic unspoken interaction between enemies.

You fail—fail to fight the urge to turn around and steal another look at Riwoo. However, this time, it’s different. Your eyes meet his. Your gazes lock into each other instantly. There’s a beat. Then another. And another as the hall’s music lowers in sound. Your world around you slows, but Riwoo’s movements are still fast.

He’s raising the wine glass in his hand to his lips, taking a sip of the lemonade from the drink station. Your’s is probably watered down with how long it has been in your hold. Ice melted and neglected. The only difference with this interaction is the fact there is no briefness. The eye contact the two of you hold isn’t anything short and sweet.

There’s no look of annoyance to tie it all together before looking away. There’s no snarly remark leaving one of your mouths. There’s none of that. It’s quiet, but intense, and doesn’t break even for a second. Neither of you can find it in you to peel your eyes off of the other. You reciprocate his action and take a sip of your own lemonade—which you regret later on—but you don’t show it, yet Riwoo’s lips curl up into something between a smirk and a smile.

You aren’t sure which one it is, except you don’t care. You would like either of the two anyway.

He notices the way your brows twitch at the nasty flavoured liquid as you bring the glass down from your lips. The ones he catches himself glancing at whenever you’re in front of him. The sole reason as to why he has to restrain himself from confessing then and there.

The grip on his glass tightens as something within him settles itself the longer he looks into your eyes. Riwoo wants you terribly. He thinks you don’t think the same. Little does he know, you’re just as down bad for him as he is for you.

Just a simple yes could seal everything away. The three-letter-word that you both desperately want (a word that isn’t enough to describe the feeling) to hear leave the lips of the other. It’s not that big of a want to everyone else, but to the two of you, it’s more than that.

It’s a need.

BOYNEXTDOOR PERM TAGLIST — @ihankaji @ancnymcnzjy @ilovedallywinston @i03jae @borednia @s0shroe @leehanwish @sol3chu @en-dream @ribbeoms @itsactuallylina @himewonu @hollxe1 @r1kification @mensisim @mydearyeseo @sunghxxnie @taesanfav @wonzzziezzzz @ijustwannareadstuff20 @tanghuyuj @ranjupotato @mimimimiaa @ningizuo @hyunjinslongasslegs @jvngw0nlvr @paradiseoflosers @itsactuallylina @kukkurookkoo @monniemoody @cheruphic @kazemiya @rizzwoos @beomgyus-right-eyelash @kagatinkita @w3willris3 @jusskla @bamgeutori @athenaisonlinee @wensurr

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Can I please be added to the unspent project taglist🩷

ofc you can!!!

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navi so peak i teared up a lil

Teared up at the thought of su ending in two days too.

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we all say in unison we love riumori and her gfxs!!!!!!!

AWWWW thank u bae......... we love ihankaji, her works.... her gfx... Soulmate Undercover 😊😊😊😊😊 we say in unison!

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U must be a leehan stan i see 🤣

yeah I'm coming for your spot .