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kinda want to start writing about seongje, should I??? 🧍🏻

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sieun x reader, relay race! 🥈

(this is a fic i’m not proud of writing, i wasn’t gonna post it but here it is 👎🏻)

Almost at the end of the semester, when the exams had finally concluded, the group of friends was resting in the classroom, letting out a collective sigh that carried with it all the accumulated stress of weeks of studying and sleepless nights.

“I'm sure I'll pass all my subjects this semester. With Sieun helping us study, I feel like my mind now has double the capacity” said Gotak, pointing to his head with conviction, so sure of his words that anyone would have thought he had just discovered the secret of the universe.

His tone was so ridiculously serious that Baku couldn't contain a laugh that echoed throughout the room, causing some to look at him confused.

“Let's be realistic” intervened Y/N, rolling her eyes with a half-smile while pointing directly at Sieun and Juntae, “math is going to drag us all down except for those two geniuses.”

“If I had their brains, I'd become a mastermind of flirting with girls”, joked Baku, raising his eyebrows exaggeratedly while crossing his arms dramatically.

Sieun, sitting silently, watched them without saying anything. Since the exams had ended, he had no reason to continue his study routines, so he allowed himself to simply listen, his gaze lost somewhere in the room.

Then, suddenly, Baku stood up with his arms raised as if he had received a great revelation.

“Finally, we can celebrate that the big day has arrived”

Everyone looked at him in silence, somewhat confused, until he added with overflowing excitement:

“The school festival!”

“You're right! I wonder what activities they have planned this year”, said Y/N, who now shared Baku's excitement, as if they had just announced early vacations.

“I vote that we participate in the sports day” , suggested Gotak, puffing out his chest with pride as if he had already won a medal.

“They've only confirmed one thing so far: there will be a relay race”, informed Juntae while looking at the ceiling, trying to recall details he had heard days earlier.

“That's perfect for us! We're fast, me and Juntae are like the wind”, said Gotak, patting his chest confidently while putting his arm around his friend's shoulders. “You should have seen us run away from those guys who wanted to beat us that time.”

“Me and Baku also run fast. You should have seen us when...” Y/N frowned, trying to recall an anecdote, until she exclaimed with a laugh, “when we ran to the cafeteria for the last sweet bread!”

“Exactly! We're all excellent runners here”, affirmed Baku, crossing his arms with a proud smile, as if he already saw himself at the top of the podium.

“And what about Sieun?” asked Juntae, pointing at him cautiously.

The whole group turned to look at the boy, and for a moment, there was an awkward silence. They immediately remembered the times when, during physical education classes, Sieun could barely keep up with them. He was always the last to reach the finish line, pale, exhausted, as if his body rejected any attempt at physical effort.

“Sieun... wouldn't you prefer to be our personal cheerleader?” suggested Baku, tapping him on the shoulder with an expression that tried to seem compassionate but had a slightly mocking tone.

Sieun looked at him confused, as if he had trouble processing such an idea.

“No thanks. I have no intention of doing either of those things”, he replied coldly.

Baku ruffled his hair with a gesture that mixed resignation and tenderness. Deep down, he wished Sieun felt more comfortable among them, so he began to think of ways to convince him, even if it was just to watch them participate. His thoughts stopped when his gaze met Y/N's, who was sitting right next to Sieun. A mischievous smile slowly formed on her face, causing a shiver to run down Baku's spine.

“Alright, we won't force you”, said Baku finally, giving him one last pat on the shoulder before returning to his seat.

“What are you thinking, idiot? I can smell your second intentions from here”, snapped Gotak, frowning from his seat on the left.

“Nothing important, dear friend. I was just thinking that now that Y/N is in our class and is going to run with us, we'll surely get extra points. Imagine how many guys will come just to see her run... we'll become the most popular class!” exclaimed Baku with a smile that lit up his whole face.

Baku's words fell like lead on Sieun's chest. He felt his jaw tighten, and his gaze became hard, opaque. Just the idea of seeing other guys looking at Y/N in that sports uniform made his blood boil. All he did was cast a murderous glance at Baku, so full of hostility that Baku leaned back in his seat, swallowing nervously.

“How about we go for fried chicken? I'm starving” , Baku said quickly to divert attention, letting out a forced laugh.

Everyone agreed to the proposal, and amidst jokes and hunger, they went together.

A week later, the gymnasium was buzzing with voices and excitement. It was the long-awaited day. The relay race, the most talked-about event of the school festival, was about to begin. The four participants prepared enthusiastically, a bit nervous, each wearing the standard gym uniform: a white t-shirt and shorts, though true to their style, they added personal touches.

Gotak wore his ever-present blue jacket open in front, like a professional runner about to break a world record. Baku, with his red headband tied around his forehead, looked more like a fighter than a runner. Juntae had put on knee pads just in case, with an expression as serious as if he were about to face a war. Y/N, for her part, had tied back her hair with a red ribbon, a detail that made her stand out without even trying.

Sitting to one side of the gym, Sieun watched silently. He wore his usual school uniform, and on his lap rested four water bottles perfectly lined up. From his seat, he had to look up a little to see his friends, who were laughing, stretching, and talking with overflowing excitement.

“I've been trying these energy boosters, apparently professional athletes use them” Juntae announced, showing some small packets with bright colors. “They have different flavors, but all are supposed to give you more stamina. I picked the strongest ones.”

Without hesitation, the three accepted and tried the contents.

“It's good! It tastes like strawberry” exclaimed Y/N with a smile that lit up her face, her cheeks tinged with a slight pink, probably from the sweetness or the excitement.

“JunTae! Give me two more, I want to run twice as fast” begged Gotak, approaching with eyes shining with enthusiasm, but Juntae stopped him with a quick no.

“Don't be stupid, you'll have a heart attack and end up rolling instead of running.”

As the group continued joking, Y/N turned her attention toward Sieun. She lowered her head until she was near him, smiling mischievously.

“You’re going to cheer me on, right?”

Sieun looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“I just came here to watch” he replied, trying to sound indifferent.

“Huh? Not even going to shout my name?” she insisted, moving closer, causing Sieun to lean back in his seat until his back hit the chair’s backrest. With no other option, he grabbed one of the cold bottles and pressed it against Y/N’s cheek, who immediately jumped away.

“So cold! That’s cheating!” she shouted laughing, rubbing her cheek.

“I was defending myself” Sieun answered with his usual neutral expression.

“Defending yourself from what? I’m not a bully, idiot” protested Y/N, pushing his forehead with her index finger.

Before he could reply, the principal’s voice came through the speakers, calling the relay race participants to take their positions.

“Remember the strategy” Gotak announced seriously as they moved toward the track. “First Juntae, who starts strong but has the worst endurance. Then me, I can pick up the pace. Then Y/N, who will maintain the speed. And lastly Baku, our ace up the sleeve. If anyone passes us, he’ll get us back ahead.”

With a strong group hug as a seal of trust, they headed to the outdoor field. The sun was high, the stands full of shouting students, and an electric current of anticipation floated in the air.

Y/N, arriving at the waiting line, looked around and found Sieun in the front row. She waved her hand above her head to greet him. He, somewhat uncomfortable, raised his hand to his chest height and nodded slightly.

When the whistle blew, the roar erupted. Juntae shot forward, his body light as a spring, holding the baton and a small bag of energy boosters hanging from his mouth as if it were a natural extension of himself. Some students laughed at how peculiar he looked, but no one doubted his effort.

Halfway through the lap, he was overtaken by two faster runners, momentarily putting them in third place, but he didn’t give up. He gritted his teeth and kept his speed with determination until he reached the relay point.

Gotak received the baton with explosive energy. He let out a war cry and sprinted off, as if fleeing a stampede. His steps were strong and fast, his jacket flapping in the wind like a hero’s cape, but in his excitement, he made a fatal error: his grip on the baton was loose, and right on a critical curve, the stick slipped from his hand.

The dry sound of the baton hitting the ground made more than one person clutch their heads. Gotak stopped abruptly, quickly went back, picked it up, and ran again with tremendous fury. However, the damage was done: they were now in fourth place.

Reaching Y/N, he passed the baton to her between gasps.

“Go for Baku! He’ll make us win...”” he said, almost out of breath.

Y/N felt her heart pounding in her chest. All the early enthusiasm turned into pressure. She took the baton and ran. At first her legs responded, but soon she felt a knot in her stomach. Her breathing became erratic, the air not enough, her abdomen stinging with pangs. Still, she didn’t stop. She ran with all she had.

Sieun watched her from the stands, gripping tightly the iron railing in front of him, his knuckles white from tension. He had thought this race would be a simple anecdote among friends, but seeing the desperation on their faces, the effort in their movements, squeezed his chest in a new way.

Then, he heard nearby comments that ignited him completely.

“Look how that girl’s breasts bounce!” said one voice, followed by crude laughter.

Another added:

“Too bad they’re losing, but at least there’s a show.”

Sieun felt his heart beating like a drum, but not from excitement. It was fury. Without thinking, he turned to the group mocking his friends, especially Y/N, and threw the first punch. He hit so hard that one of the guys fell immediately. The others tried to defend themselves, but Sieun, blinded, kept hitting until the three were on the ground, one with a bloody nose, another with a swollen eye.

He also took some hits, one split his lip and another left a bruise on his cheek, but he didn’t care. When he finally stopped, the crowd around had started shouting, asking to separate them. Sieun walked away without saying a word, ignoring the murmurs, and turned his attention back to the yard.

By then, the race had already ended.

He searched for his friends with his eyes, fearing the worst, but what he found left him frozen: the four of them hugging in a circle, laughing, jumping, with a shiny medal hanging from Baku’s neck, who kissed it as if it were the World Cup trophy.

When he approached the track, there were no runners left, just scattered cheers, laughter, and the excitement still hanging in the air. He looked around, and he saw them.

There they were: Gotak, Baku, Juntae, and Y/N. Together, laughing, hugging, sweaty shirts, flushed faces from effort, and bright eyes from victory. The medal hung from Baku’s neck, swinging as they lifted and lowered him in a sign of triumph.

Sieun stopped. He said nothing, didn’t immediately walk toward them. He just watched. There was something in that scene that tightened his throat. It wasn’t jealousy, nor sadness. It was... belonging. For the first time, he felt part of something he didn’t know he needed. They weren’t just his friends. They were his refuge. His people.

Baku was the first to notice him.

“Sieun!” he shouted, raising the medal above his head as if to show it to the sky “I told you we’d win!

Gotak followed, raising his hand as if pointing to an old comrade returning from the battlefield.

“Hey! Just in time to celebrate, huh?”

Juntae laughed as he took off a knee pad and threw it to the ground as if he’d just survived a marathon.

Y/N said nothing at first. She just looked at him. That special look of hers, a mix of teasing, warmth, and something else neither of them knew how to name. Then, she raised an eyebrow and spoke:

“Were you cheering us on from afar... or were you busy fighting half the school?”

Sieun smiled faintly, but that slight curve on his lips was like the sun breaking through the clouds. He was going to answer with something sarcastic, maybe a “I got distracted,” or “I ran out of time,” but she stepped forward, and as she got closer she saw his wound.

“What happened to you?” she asked, gently touching his split lip with her thumb, “Did you actually fight someone?”

He looked at her, that dense, dark gaze that always seemed to hide more than it said. And for a second, he didn’t answer. He just held her hand in his and said quietly, almost inaudibly:

“I heard things I didn’t like.”

Y/N looked at him silently, understanding more than he’d said.

Then, without asking permission, Baku wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into the group.

“Come on!, This victory is yours too” he said, giving him a firm pat on the back. “We need you whole for next year!”

Gotak joined the group hug silently, just wrapping them all as if that were the natural place for his arms. Then Juntae, who still had energy boosters in his pocket, slipped among them laughing like a kid who had just won his first game.

And finally, Y/N. Who didn’t say another word, just leaned gently on Sieun’s shoulder and closed her eyes for a second, as if that moment was enough.

There they were, the five of them, tight, awkward, sweaty, some with bruises, others laughing, and one with a heart pounding for things he didn’t fully understand.

And then Sieun smiled.

Not an empty or polite smile. He smiled with the sincerity of someone who, without realizing it, had just come home.

“Maybe... next year I’ll run with you guys” he said finally.

“Yesss!”shouted Baku, raising his arms as if they’d won again.

“Though if you drop the baton again, I’ll throw it at your head” added Y/N, looking at Gotak, provoking another round of laughter.

Moments later, while the group kept celebrating with playful shoves, laughter, and shouts of victory, the teachers began calling the participants for the award ceremony. Little by little, everyone started to scatter, but Sieun and Y/N stayed behind, walking a bit more slowly than the rest.

Both were silent. The noise of the festival buzzed in the background, but between them, there was a calm stillness. Y/N, still a bit out of breath from the race, had her hair messy and loose, with the red ribbon dangling over one shoulder.

“You didn’t shout my name,” she said without looking at him, pretending to sound annoyed.

“I did” he muttered.

“Hmm... I’m not so sure,” she replied, finally turning toward him with a mischievous smile.

Sieun stopped, so did she.

“You were good” he said, looking at her directly, for once, not avoiding her gaze.

And then it happened. In a moment as quick as a blink, Sieun leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a fleeting, clumsy, almost silent kiss, but honest. As if he couldn’t find the right words, and that gesture was the only thing that made sense.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, surprised. Her lips still tingled, as if the kiss hadn’t fully left.

“And that...?” she asked in a low voice.

“For winning,” he said, his face dead serious, but his ears completely red.

She laughed, glanced down, and without another word, took his hand and laced her fingers with his, as if the kiss needed no explanation.

They walked like that, in silence, toward the spot where the others were waiting for them.

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i really love when people comment on my fics, gives me motivation to write something.

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sieun x reader fic, karaoke night.

Consumed by the agony of feeling too much, Sieun lay in his room, lost in silent reflection. He pondered how to soften his personality, how to stop coming across as so rough. Yet deep down, he knew it wasn’t something he could control. his way of expressing himself felt as natural as breathing.

He slowly got out of bed, his slightly hunched posture revealing the weight of exhaustion pressing down on his shoulders. He walked toward the largest mirror in the house, the one decorating the living room, and stood in front of his reflection as if it belonged to someone else. His eyes glimmered faintly, as if they had held back tears just moments earlier.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, casting a quick glance around, as though about to do something so secret the world would collapse if discovered. But all he did was lift the corners of his lips, trying to force a smile.

“Absurd” he thought.

That fleeting expression disappeared as quickly as it came. Smiling felt so unnatural that even trying made him uncomfortable. He simply couldn’t do it.

And if he couldn’t even manage a smile, how could he possibly express his feelings for the girl who sat across from him and gave him the sense of security his soul so deeply craved?

His face grew even sadder, as if each thought pushed him further toward the edge. But before he could sink deeper into his inner turmoil, someone knocked at the door insistently.

“Sieun! Open up! We’re your friends, we have something for you!” Gotak’s voice snapped him out of his daze.

With slow steps, Sieun opened the door, still confused by the unexpected visit. It was a Saturday afternoon, and there was no obvious reason why his friends would be outside his apartment.

As the door fully opened, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. Stunned, he looked up.

There stood Baku, Juntae, Gotak, and Y/N, all with mischievous, knowing smiles, as if they’d been planning this for days.

“What is this supposed to be? Don’t make a scene, the neighbors will complain,” Sieun muttered, still not understanding what was going on.

“The exams are over, so you’ve got no excuse not to come with us,” Baku said, grinning so wide it nearly split his face. His excitement was evident not only in his expression but in the energy he radiated. Beside him, Gotak rocked back and forth on his toes, hands buried in his jacket pockets, clearly just as thrilled.

Y/N and Juntae, more composed, looked at him with soft smiles , but their eyes carried a silent plea. They didn’t need to say a word: they wanted Sieun to come, no complaints, no retreating like he usually did.

Sieun let out a quiet sigh, resigned.

“Alright… I’ll go,” he murmured.

As they walked through the streets, Sieun became increasingly aware of how sudden it all was. Having been dragged out so abruptly, he hadn’t had time to get ready. He wore the most comfortable clothes he had found that morning, and his hair was still a bit messy.

Discreetly, he ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his clothes, trying to make himself look more presentable, not too flashy, but not sloppy either. Though he would never say it aloud, someone in that group made him want to look his best.

Once they arrived, they chose a dark room lit only by flickering colorful lights that danced with the faint background music. Sieun squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim ambiance. The others burst in laughing, like the room itself welcomed them warmly.

Sieun dropped onto the couch, leaning back heavily. Baku sat to his left; Y/N to his right. A chill ran down his spine at how close she was, and he silently thanked the darkness for helping conceal how nervous he really felt.

“Let’s sing this DPR song! It’s so freaking good!” Gotak exclaimed, mic in hand, dragging Juntae beside him. He handed him the second mic with an excited grin.

“I’ve never been to a karaoke before, but I’ll do my best,” Juntae said, so earnestly that Gotak threw an arm around his shoulders.

“My friends, get ready for the best damn performance of your lives!” Gotak shouted, throwing a fist into the air.

Even though his voice was a bit off-key, the song being more rap than vocals worked well enough. Juntae, however, struggled to keep up with the lightning-fast pace. Words tumbled out rapidly, leaving him breathless, which made Baku and Y/N burst into laughter that filled the room. Sieun, meanwhile, sat silently, staring straight ahead. He didn’t dare look to his right.

When the song ended, it was Baku and Y/N’s turn. They debated for a few minutes about what to sing until suddenly, their eyes lit up with the same idea. They rushed to put on "Me Gustas Tú" by GFRIEND.

“Seriously?” Gotak laughed loudly, pointing at Baku. “What are you now, a idol?”

Juntae grabbed a tambourine and began shaking it enthusiastically to join in.

Sieun, for his part, started to sweat nervously. He didn’t know where to look. Looking down would seem rude; looking up would make him look like an idiot. So he stared ahead. But every time he did, Baku winked at him or subtly gestured toward Y/N, urging him to look. It was impossible. His hands were clammy, and his cheeks burned.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, he suddenly stood up.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he muttered, not looking at anyone, and made a quick escape to splash cold water on his face.

He spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, breathing deeply, trying to convince himself that he could handle this.

But when he stepped out, an unexpected presence caught him off guard.

“Surprise!” Y/N called out, raising her arms with a smile so dazzling it took his breath away.

“You’re trying to escape singing, aren’t you?” she teased, walking up until she stood face to face with him, cornering him against the wall. “You always wear your headphones — you must know at least one song.”

She poked his chest with her finger like she was pointing out a guilty verdict. But Sieun wasn’t running from singing… he was running from her.

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered, trying to pull himself together. He placed his shaky hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her a few steps back. “You’re... really close,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Y/N chuckled softly, then reached out and took his hand.

“The others are waiting. Let’s go.”

Sieun felt his brain short-circuit. His hands didn’t even feel like they belonged to him anymore. She was holding his hand. If anyone saw them, they’d think they were a couple. Without daring to look at her, he nodded slightly and let her lead him.

But just before they reached the door, he stopped abruptly.

For the first time in ages, his body aligned with his will. Adrenaline surged through him.

Y/N looked at him, confused, tilting her head, about to ask what was wrong, but before she could speak, Sieun leaned in and planted a quick, soft kiss on her cheek.

Y/N froze. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a light blush bloomed across her cheeks. Sieun, stiff as a board, turned to the door and tried to open it with trembling hands.

“I’m... I’m going in,” he said quietly, stepping inside.

Y/N remained in place, gently touching her cheek where his kiss had landed, as if she could still feel its warmth. A wave of joy washed over her, and unable to contain herself, she bounced slightly on her feet, giggling to herself.

When she finally walked in, she burst out laughing at the sight of Baku ruffling Sieun’s hair. He sat on the couch, his jacket zipped all the way up, his hoodie pulled over his head hiding his face, red with embarrassment.

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hey!! about your post about the “—“ symbol, usually it is seen as an indicator for ai. I would say just change the dashes into “” when translating to avoid possible confusion 🫶

I hope this didn’t come across as rude at all i love your works!! :)

I’m happy that you like my works, thanks you for educating me too.

I don’t want people to think I use AI so i will change how i write, like I said before in my post I thought books were written the same way all over the world.

I guess it true that everyday we learn something new, i feel kind of embarrassed to be honest for making a mistake like that.

(A picture of a book i bought in my country for example that where i live books are written like that)

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i just read that using “—“ in fics make people think it’s written with AI, books where i belong use that stuff when a character speak so i’m confused ?? people in this app don’t use —, instead they use “” ?? maybe i need to change my writing . Please educate me.

I wish english was my native language so i could use words more accurate in my fics that i use in the drafts (that is in spanish) for example the one in the image that’s it’s from my first post.

Edited: I did a research with the differences with english and spanish books and its seem that they don’t really use —, lol. So it’s kind like a cultural schock for me. But I hope this can explain that i DONT use AI, it’s just how i learned to writte in my country.

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Sieun x reader fic about him trying to confess.

(english is NOT my first language so feel free to correct me if I write something wrong )

Love.

That feeling that appears in romantic series where two people want each other’s presence more than anything else in the world. Where they hold hands and confess their affection without shame, where their lips meet in passionate kisses and…

“What the hell is this?” Sieun thought, turning off the TV with annoyance as he watched that romantic TV show put on by his mother, become more and more explicit.

—Sieun, it’s time for you to go to school. I don’t want you being late in your school record, university’s don’t like people who aren’t in time, you know that? — his mother said from the kitchen, in a tone so falsely kind that it erased any trace of tenderness.

He didn’t answer. He just nodded and put on his shoes in silence, his mind still trapped on a thought more annoying than that ridiculous show. The fact that, to his misfortune, he had fallen in love with Y/N.

Accepting that feeling wasn’t easy. For weeks, he denied any possibility that it was real. He tried to ignore it. But his body betrayed him: his heart raced when he saw her, his hands sweated, and his mind clouded. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he felt it. And that drove him crazy.

When he arrived at the classroom, his friends were already there, happily chatting about what the day’s menu would be. Everyone was present except Y/N, who had started feeling a bit sick as classes began, so she went to the nurse’s office to rest.

“Maybe… they could help me,” Sieun thought, looking at them carefully, analyzing the possible scenarios of asking for advice.

Baku would probably suggest something cliché and embarrassing. Hyuntak, something exaggerated like confessing his love with a bouquet of flowers outside her house. And Juntae… maybe Juntae could be useful.

— Juntae, can you come here for a moment? I want to talk outside.— Sieun said with such tense seriousness that his friend paled, feeling a chill run down his spine.

—Wow! What could our dear Juntae have done to provoke Sieun?— Joked Baku, bursting out laughing along with Hyuntak.

Outside the classroom, facing each other, Sieun looked away. First at the ceiling, then the wall, and finally back at his friend, who looked at him with growing discomfort.

—You..— Sieun murmured, scratching the back of his neck, uncomfortable — I need your help.

— My help? Did you fail a exam?— Juntae asked, tilting his head. Then he laughed. —That can’t be it, you always get good grades. So…?

Sieun stared at him, the silence stretching between them. One minute. Three. Five. Juntae began sweating, wondering if he was about to get punched.

—Y/N. — he finally said, with a more deep tone than usual.

Juntae straightened, curious, and leaned in a little to listen better. — Y/N? What about her?

—I want to tell her I like her .—Sieun confessed almost in a whisper.

Juntae’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth with one hand, surprised.

—You like her? Sieun… do you know what it means to like someone? It’s not like having a friend, it’s… you know.— he said, giving a wink so forced it was more embarrassing than reassuring.

Before Sieun could respond, the classroom door slammed open. Hyuntak and Baku came out, both striking exaggeratedly firm poses as if preparing for battle.

Baku pointed directly at Sieun with determination.

—SIEUN!— he exclaimed loudly. —In thanks for everything you’ve done for us, I declare that today begins… the Operation Love Confession!

Sieun’s eyes went wide, looking around desperately to make sure no one else had heard. He ran to cover Baku’s mouth.

—Are you crazy, idiot?! What the hell are you saying?- he whispered through clenched teeth, red with embarrassment and anger.

—Our dear Sieun… in love. What a beautiful discovery— Said Hyuntak solemnly, raising his hands to the sky as if witnessing a miracle.

—Don’t embarrass him!—Juntae intervened, standing between Sieun and the other two, dragging him back with him. —Sieun never asks for help. We have to do this right.

Sieun stared at the floor, frustrated, jaw clenched. He hated that they knew, but above all, he hated what that feeling was starting to cause.

Once class ended, the four boys were alone in the classroom.

—It’s decided. This afternoon, after school — Said Baku, marking a poorly drawn plan with a red marker on the club’s whiteboard. —Sieun will come with us to the station’s minimarket. He’ll buy a peach juice and a strawberry chocolate.

—What does that have to do with confessing to me?— Sieun asked from a corner of the room, sitting like a prisoner.

—Everything, my dear lover. Because that’s her favorite snack — replied Baku with a smile worthy of a war general. —She’ll like that you remembered.

—What if she rejects me?

—Then you eat the juice and chocolate yourself. Double emotional loss, but zero waste. —Hyuntak gave a thumbs-up.

Juntae, much more rational, sighed as he erased part of the “emotional roadmap” Baku had drawn on the whiteboard.

—We don’t need a scandal. We just have to create the ideal atmosphere. Nothing cheesy, nothing ridiculous. Just you, her, and honest words.

Sieun swallowed. Honest words? How was he supposed to organize his thoughts if he couldn’t even look at her without feeling like his heart would explode?

—What if I get stuck?

—Then you make a gesture, like… this —Hyuntak winked grotesquely and gave two thumbs-up. — That never fails. Women love body language.

—God… why did I ask you guys for help?

That day, after school, Sieun stood outside the nurse’s office, his hands sweaty and the minimarket bag his friends had given him trembling between his fingers. Juntae was beside him, lightly patting his back with an expression somewhere between emotional support and medical concern.

—You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.

Sieun didn’t answer. He looked down the hall where Y/N had just left the nurse’s office, her uniform spotless and her hair loose.

Their eyes met for a moment.

—Sieun?

Everything stopped, the air, his heart.

— I-I have something to give you — he said, stepping forward awkwardly, as if his feet didn’t know how to walk.

He held out the bag, she accepted it with curiosity.

—Peach juice and strawberry chocolate? How did you know I loved these? — She smiled.

Sieun opened his mouth, but no words came out. Juntae, hiding behind a column, frantically made hand signals: Now! Speak! NOW!

—Y/N, I…���he finally said, lowering his gaze — I hope you are better now, that’s all.—He spoke firm.

His friends, silently watching, let out soft sighs of frustration, clearly disappointed the plan didn’t work.

Y/N noticed their presence and, thinking they had just come to check on her, she approached them with a smile.

—I’m better now, isn’t that better? —she said proudly. — I felt a bit dizzy when I got here, but it’s gone now.

She expected some verbal response but only received pats on the shoulder paired with disappointed expressions, and her friends walked away without saying anything else.

—Y/N, patience is a virtue you need to learn to practice— Juntae murmured from afar.

Watching the scene, Sieun could only mentally resign himself. Confessing was much harder than he had imagined.

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Sieun x reader draft? idk.

Tiring—that was Sieun’s daily life.

Even though he now had a new group of friends, whenever he had to walk to school alone, the feeling of loneliness and guilt never left him. There was nothing he hated more than remembering those fight, and the accident that left Suho laying in that hospital bed.

—Sieun! —Juntae appeared in front of him, waiting at the school entrance. Sieun barely reacted, muttering a nearly inaudible “hi.”

—Y/N is already upstairs in the classroom with the others. We have to do a group project, hurry up!—He made a pleading motion with his hands and a small pout on his lips.

Sieun looked at him with slight confusion, and for a moment, his mind recalled when Juntae dragged him into a classroom full of anime posters—just the memory sent a shiver down his spine.

Once they reached the classroom, some desks were grouped together. Sieun looked for his empty seat and noticed that now there were other desks around his. Y/N’s seat was right next to his, with Baku and Hyuntak seated in front, and Juntae beside him.

Sieun silently analyzed the scene and sat down.

—Hey, Sieun, we’re betting on who can score more in basketball. Who do you think’s better me or Hyuntak?. —Baku asked in a tone that was serious but almost teasing, his expression practically begging for Sieun to pick him so he could boast about it with a huge grin.

—I have no idea. — Sieun glanced up for a second, not really seeing the point of answering a question that would only end with both friends fighting like children and trying to surpass the other on the game.

—Honestly, I think Baku would win. When it comes to strength, maybe they’re both about the same—but willpower is something Baku has a lot of, and that’s what you need to win. So, yeah, he’d definitely take it in a match. —Y/N jumped in on the bet, supporting Baku.

Sieun kept his eyes on the project guide, but paused for a moment to listen to her response.

—You guys shouldn’t compete! You’re both awesome in your own way. I wish I had your strength. — Juntae laughed softly and made punching motions in the air.

Laughter came from the three watching him, except from the boy still focused on the project. Y/N glanced sideways at Sieun. She loved how focused his gaze looked. His eyes seemed like they were made of tapioca—dark and sweet.

Her heart, the traitor that it was, started beating quickly. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. Baku noticed and shot her a playful look, raising and lowering his eyebrows suggestively, urging her to talk to Sieun.

But what could she say?

“How are you? Did you sleep well?”

He always answered with short replies. If she wanted the conversation to last more than a few seconds, she needed to ask something with more depth.

“What do you think happens after death? Do you think God exists?”

Y/N sighed loudly, overwhelmed by how hard it was to think of a simple topic to bring up with the boy she liked, who was sitting just inches away.

Luckily for her, Sieun had heard that sigh and turned to look at her, setting his pencil down on the desk.

—Are you okay?

His gaze now held a sense of concern—his eyes so deep they seemed to weigh on the person they looked at.

—Ah, yeah. Just nervous with exams coming up, that’s all.— The girl stumbled over her words, waving her hands as if to calm him down, but avoiding eye contact.

Sieun tilted his head slightly in confusion. He sometimes had a hard time reading her.

—You should try these vitamins I gave to Sieun! They help with sleep. — Juntae handed Y/N some melatonin gummies, which she inspected with curiosity and decided to taste.

—Don’t eat them now! —Juntae panicked and snatched the pack back. —You’re supposed to take them before bed.

—Relax, it was just two. I wanted to try the flavor.—She laughed, trying to calm her flustered friend.

Hours passed, and the effects of the gummies started to kick in. Classes now felt twice as boring. The project class had ended, and the desks were back in their usual layout.

Y/N laid her head on her arms, turned slightly toward Sieun, who was still diligently taking notes. Yet, every time she closed her eyes for a second, he’d sneak a glance at her, curious about that steady gaze she gave him.

And before long, Y/N fell asleep, her body resting on her desk, which now felt as comfy as a bed.

She dreamed of trying a new candy she’d seen on TikTok, opening the wrapper, and just as she was about to take a bite—

—Y/N, class is over.

Someone gently shook her right shoulder to wake her.

Still half-asleep, she stretched and wiped away the drool from her mouth. —Baku, is that you?

—No, it’s Sieun.

“Shit, shit, shit.” she panicked inside, horrified by the state he’d seen her in.

—Looks like I fell asleep. That’s bad, haha, stuff like that happens.— Y/N shot up quickly, staring at the desk, avoiding looking at the boy behind her.

—Hey… are you really okay?

Sieun’s voice was a bit softer now, soothing enough to make the girl finally turn and look at him—and those deep eyes.

This time, she didn’t let nerves overwhelm her.

For the first time, the rest of the world faded away, and it was just this boy with deer-like eyes in front of her.

—Sieun… what’s your type of person? —The question escaped her lips before her mind could stop it.

He let out a small sound of confusion, and the faintest hint of blush appeared on his ears.

He looked away, his gaze wandering over the board and walls, before finally resting on her again.

—I don’t have a specific type, but…— He scratched the back of his neck, uncertain.— I guess someone who’s honest with themselves is nice. I don’t know… it’s not something I think about much.

Y/N smiled—gently, cheerfully. It was a simple answer, one she could relate to. Feeling hopeful, she gathered some courage and quickly leaned in to kiss his left cheek.

Surprised, Sieun’s eyes widened—he stopped breathing for a second.

Before he could say anything, Y/N had already rushed out of the classroom.

His heart was pounding strangely, fast. Not knowing how to handle the unfamiliar sensation, he lightly punched his chest.

—Stop it. This isn’t right. —he muttered to himself. —They’ll hurt her if they see her with me.

He stared at the floor, his hand clutching his school shirt in frustration.

The helplessness and bitterness ran through his thoughts and body, so he simply sat in silence for a while in that classroom—his gaze trembling.

He hated feeling this way.

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i want to start writing about sieun, but like the most accurate thing about him and his personality, I want to really portray how could he act in some situations, so please give me some requests about him.

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. ☘︎ ݁˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭   ࣪ ˖ 𝒩𝔬𝙩 𝒜𝗹𝒍𝐨𝒘𝔢𝑑 ──

𝙄 𝙝𝒐𝙥𝒆 𝒘𝙚'𝒓𝙚 𝙨𝒕𝙞𝒍𝙡 𝙛𝒓𝙞𝒆𝙣𝒅𝙨, 𝙮𝒆𝙖𝒉, 𝑰 𝒉𝙤𝒑𝙚 𝙮𝒐𝙪 𝙙𝒐𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝒊𝙣𝒅

𝘈𝑙𝘭 𝘣𝑦 𝑦𝘰𝑢𝘳𝑠𝘦𝑙𝘧, 𝑠𝘪𝑡𝘵𝑖𝘯' 𝑎𝘭𝑜𝘯𝑒..

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— Dividers !!

︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ֢ ⏝ ֢ ︶

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

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︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶

⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟⠀ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ྀི◟

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

⏜︵⏜︵⏜ ୨ ♡ ୧ ⏜︵⏜︵⏜

୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

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꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

｡ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ｡˚

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𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷꒦﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

⊹ ︶⏝⭒ ⊹ ⭒⏝︶ ⊹

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

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♱⋆ ꒰͡ Ï ͡꒱ ✣ ◌ ㅤㅤㅤ₊˚꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ｡ﾟ𓇼･༄

᭥ ᭄ °. ★ + * ㅤㅤㅤᘒ ⋆ ࣪. 삶 ⋆ 🦷

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﹙instagram highlights.﹚ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@ hw8ng

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓐 - est𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘦ㅤㅤ(๑-﹏-๑) . .ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙𖥔﹚ㅤsome𝗼𝗻𝗲; 다른ㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ✧ ig stan bios ࿐ ˚.

ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ 𖹭⠀࣭⠀ֹ⠀͡꒱

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⠀⠀⠀ੇଓ . ݁ ༒  ㅤ. ♡ ㅤWind   ㅤ༺

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀쿠 , 👧🏻⭐🍐 ˚. ❊

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ glimpse of us

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