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김운학 x f!reader — 𝒽ome is where the hurt is

— 𝓌arnings : mentions of family problems

— 𝑔enre: angst&fluff

— 𝓂ei’s 𝓃ote : lowk feeling angsty family problems rn BYEEE life is a mess but it’s cool so! love bnd <3

— 𝓌ord 𝒸ount : 899

now playing 🎵 home is where the hurt is — lany

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they say teenage years are “the best years of your entire life”. when you were a kid, it was all you dreamed of. having your age in the double digits, being independent, doing things you wanna do, stuff children look forward to. though now, you’d do anything to go back. to be that cute little kid, little claps filling the room when you say a full sentence, get an A in math, and whispers of “its okay” as you take your first vaccination.

though life had other plans. clearly no plans of sweet chocolate covered sprinkle ice cream cones, but rather the bitterness of life and reality. it slapped you, hard. whispers in family gatherings, commenting on your appearance, your personality.

“she was so much skinnier”

“did she have that acne?”

“shes just in that teenage bad mood”

“she needs to stop sulking”

all those words, sure they probably were just making meaningless comments they would eventually forget about, but it meant a lot to you. especially because things at home were far from okay. you felt invisible, like a complete ghost. your own mother, flesh and blood, siding with your drunk step-father over things that weren't even problems. you were sick of it really, but everyone would just say, “toughen up, others have it worse.”

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woonhaks life wasnt any easier. home wasnt exactly peaceful. he never missed his childhood, it was filled with the muffled screams and exclaims of his parents arguing, it followed him even to his sleep. in his dreams– well.. nightmares. his young mind figured that it’d all pass, that they’d apologize to one another and make it up. but life wasn't as easy as he thought it was, it was never that simple. but how would a young boy know the bitterness of life?

even after years, they never made that divorce. the only things they made were more unnecessary arguments that just ended with a tense atmosphere. the silence was absolutely sickening, all he wanted to do was run. get away, take a deep breath. they never once bothered to cater to his needs, to ask him if he was okay, because they were always screaming at each other instead of using their voices to speak to him. it was always, “later, woonhak. your dads being an absolute–""don’t listen to your stupid mother.” and as always, would end up in muffled bickering as he hid in his room. trying his best to let the sounds fade out into the background as he shut his eyes tight. almost as if he was hoping that it’d all turn out to be some sort of grueling nightmare.

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but one thing that you shared was not only a close relationship, but the same thoughts. that both your broken hearts deserved this. all of it.

the two of you had initially met in school. it started with small conversations, just “how are you” and “im good, you?” which you both knew were lies. lies that shatter even before they roll off your tongue. from knowing that anything the two of you said weren't genuine, you started to open up to one another. at first, the sentences always ended with, “but i’m fine.” you both knew. none of you were just fine.

so then the bond became even stronger. instead of ending sentences with “im fine”, they started to end with “you make me feel fine.”

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saturday nights like these were the nights you always managed to hate. your stupid relatives coming over and bickering over one another, making rude comments and some even saying it to you straight up. your mother didn't even bother to stand up for you, as your step-father agreed to whatever twisted things your relatives were saying.

woonhak hated nights like these too, when the voices became too loud. the sound of painful slaps across the cheeks, and shattered bottles of beer. it was all too much,

for the both of you.

he always knew, he always did. you had already told him a few days back that on this day, your relatives were coming over. and he knew damn well what he needed to do, and he also knew damn well what he’d be going through on that same day.

because, damn, it never gets better does it?

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you arrive at the park, jacket zipped up, hands buried deep into the warm pockets of your sweatpants contrasting to the cold air. you look around the park, it is dimly lit by the surrounding streetlights as your eyes find its way to a tall figure in the dark.

a smile creeps onto your face as you walk towards it. “woonhak,” you murmured. he flinched a little as he looked back at you with his signature smile, “oh! y/n!”, his smile was sweet, almost hiding his bitter situation. you smile at him back, “you don’t have to smile at me like that.”

his smile subtly faltered as he looks at you with a heavy sigh. “it’s just really frustrating isn’t it?” he asks, you nodded in response. “it sure is. but what can we do about it?” you murmured. he hums in approval,

“i know. but i guess now we know that our home really is where the hurt is.”

and maybe that was how it was gonna be. but it was okay, it was always okay, as long as he was around.

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woonhak and leehan fics cooking 🤍

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BAD AT LOVE "WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO END UP HERE." *ੈ✩‧₊˚  

genre. leehan x reader, fluff and (barely) angst, 1.1k +use of ningning and winter’s (aespa) real name 

ꕤ. ty anon for requesting!! and sorry for taking so long ㅠㅠ emergency struck and i was busy orz 

leehan and you were just friends, that’s what you told everyone. and even though that was the truth, your actions with him said quite the opposite. 

you and him would cuddle like you had been a couple for years, leehan would give you his hoodies and let you keep them, causing you to have a part of your closet just for his clothes – all the stereotypical couple things. 

but lately, he started acting distant. as if you two broke up. 

more under the cut! 

the distance wasn’t just an act for people around you two, his texts started getting less frequent and much shorter. 

and though he never asked for his hoodies back, it just felt like you needed to give them back, like he was an ex you were getting over. 

“are you and leehan okay?” minjeong asked, poking at her lunch. “i barely see you guys talk anymore, did you guys have a fight?” she looked over to where leehan was sitting, smiling with his friends. 

but all you could do was shrug, because even you had no clue. 

“i don’t know, he just suddenly started distancing himself.” you were upset, and it was clear. 

seeing leehan act the same with everyone but you hurt. seeing him laugh with his friends like nothing happened between you and him made you think; what did you do? 

nothing had happened the day before he started acting differently, he never told you anything, it just… happened. 

“you look miserable, y/n.” yizhou tilted her head slightly, getting a better look at your sullen face. “i miss you and leehan, even though i said you guys were disgusting for cuddling in front of me.” she always had a way to make you laugh. 

after a long time of going back and forth between asking leehan and just letting the friendship die, you decided to ask leehan why he stopped talking to you. you needed answers. 

his timetable was engraved into your mind, after all, you used to meet with him every day after classes. 

you made sure to leave your class as soon as possible so you could catch him. 

set 4b, music class. 

students poured out of the classroom, but before leehan could slip away, you pulled him your way. 

“leehan,” you tugged him out of the crowd, bringing him to a more secluded space. finally, you turned to face him. “what happened to us?” 

“we stopped hanging out, you stopped talking to me, and when you do, it was barely a sentence. you don’t check up on me anymore, you act as if we were never friends, as if you don’t even know me.” you stared him straight in the eye, but unlike him, he wasn’t looking back, his gaze frozen to the ground. 

“there’s no ‘us’, y/n.” he said, looking up. “there never was.” his words were harsh, cutting your heart into a million pieces. “we weren’t meant to be together.” and he walked away, leaving you in the middle of the hallway. 

we weren’t meant to be together. those words were etched into your memory, never leaving your mind even at the late hours. 

you and leehan’s friendship was completely wrecked, there was absolutely no chance that you and him could reconcile after this. 

the next day, even after this monster of an interaction, leehan still seemed fine. and here you were, still thinking about his words. maybe he really meant it, that there was never an ‘us’.  

you had to get over it. you had to get over him. 

while you were walking through the hallway, the same one that leehan broke your heart in, jaehyun popped out of the classroom, and quickly shoved a piece of paper into your hands, shooting you a “leehan wanted to give you this!” 

you unfolded the crumpled up piece of paper. 

open your door @ 3:10am 

yes, you just told yourself you had to get over leehan, yet, you were staying awake, waiting for the clock to hit 3:10. 

you truly did have a soft spot for him. 

the moment your clock ticked to 3:10, you scurried down the stairs, unlocking the door for him. he was already standing there, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the hoodies you gave back to him in the other. 

“y/n, i’m sorry.” he put his hands forward, slowly, ushering you to take the stuff. “i didn’t mean to be so rash. it’s just… my feelings for you kept growing and growing, and everyone kept calling us a couple. you always denied it and seemed so defensive about it.” he couldn’t face you anymore, ripping his eyes away and back to the ground. “i felt like i needed to distance myself from you, so i’d forget about you, or at least stop liking you. but it didn’t help.” he pulled you into a hug, holding you so tight that you had to tell him to loosen his arms so you could breathe. 

“i’ll understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore, but i need you to know that i don’t hate you. i never could, y/n.” his eyes were big and glossy, now. pleading. 

“leehan,” you held both of his hands. “you like me?” 

it was as if he forgot that he had told you that. 

“o-oh, yeah…” his hand hung at the back of his neck. “i didn’t mean to tell you now, it kinda just… slipped out.” 

“it’s better that way. i like you too.” you had to tiptoe as leehan was taller than you, and you placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

his eyes widened at the kiss, as if he hadn’t expected you to return his feelings. but once the shock melted away, his hands found your waist, pulling you in like he was afraid you’d vanish if he didn’t hold you close enough.

the kiss was soft, uncertain at first, like the both of you were still trying to figure out what the other was thinking. 

the cold air pressed against your skin, but his touch, his warmth, made it easy to forget.

when you pulled away, a little breathless and dazed, he smiled. a real one this time. 

"you really like me?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, almost like he was still afraid this was just a dream. 

you let out a breathy laugh. “i thought it was obvious, leehan. i literally had half your closet.” 

“i thought you just liked my clothes,” he teased, grinning wide. 

“i do, but i like you more,” you replied simply. 

leehan looked at you like you were the only person in the world. and maybe, in that moment, you were. 

when he held you like this – like he never wanted to let go – you finally understood:

there had always been an us. 

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[soubeomies]

can you make a part 2 of fanfic reccos? any if its possible long fic ones :DD

hii there! ofcourse i'll make a new list :) (all of these 1k+ words)

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busted absolutely BUSTED GIRL DINNEEERRE

but i like you

leehan x fem!reader

summary: being cast as a love interest with your long term crush for a student film seems innocent enough…that is until the line between acting and reality begins to blur :o

🎶 - but I like you bnd

wc : 7.7k

contrary to most, university has always been something you anticipated, ever since your highschool days. you wouldn’t necessarily contribute it to a strong desire to grow up, in fact, that was the one downside of becoming a university student in your eyes.

instead, it was the idea of freedom, the idea of breaking out of the shell that you had carefully curated to appease your parents, that enticed you.

you remember it like it was yesterday, your feet laid out against the window sill in your classroom, eyes gazing out across the street at the huge university banner in bright red and black coloring—waiting, hoping for graduation to come already.

to you, high school was nothing but a nuisance; an insignificant and unneeded foreword to your real life—university.

nobody else seemed to understand why you wanted to graduate so bad, but to you it was nothing short of obvious: freedom, real maturity, and a chance to finally break free from the mold of your parents to be who you really were.

growing up, you always had relatively strict parents. their rules were clear cut and simple: no romance, nothing short of perfect grades, and a curfew of 8 pm sharp—no exceptions. and of course, being the obedient girl you were, you followed those rules.

in truth, you followed them exceptionally well.

you never received a bad mark on your assignments, you were appreciated and adored by your teachers, tolerated by your classmates. you had even managed to become a part of a decent sized friend group.

you hung out with them outside of school, the arcade, skating rink, even just grabbing dinner together—the whole nine. to most, your life would be considered complete—fulfilled, even. and for a long time, you tried to convince yourself you thought the same.

but you didn’t. and there was no way of tricking your mind into thinking you were when there was always that small bout of emptiness bubbling at the surface of your heart at all times.

love.

the one thing you could confidently say you had missed for the entirety of your life. not just any type of love, though. not familial love or platonic love, (though it was nice to have that too) but true, raw, romance.

the one thing your parents had forbid you from partaking in until college.

but your parents' rules weren’t the only obstacle in finding the love that you believed would fill the empty spot in your heart—it was also the fact that they had tactfully placed you in a single-sex, all girls highschool.

so there was absolutely no way for you to disobey them when there were no boys around anyway. your routine was simple: finish school, hang out with friends, head straight home, and study. you had absolutely no time or chance of interacting with men, much to your dismay.

thus, a major part of why you idealized university was because there was absolutely no division based upon gender or sex. no, instead you would finally have the chance to find yourself, to crush on boys freely, and soon enough have those crushes develop into the romantic relationship of your dreams.

to you, university would be perfect—just like the sappy rom-coms you watched, or the adorable romance mangas you collected with dramatically sweet moments between the female and male lead. in truth, you often found yourself cooped up in your room imagining yourself in the shoes of the female lead instead.

all this to say, university was your dream. your only means of escaping the cookie-cutter world your parents had diligently placed you in, and there was nothing that would shatter that dream, right?

wrong.

the picturesque dream you had so carefully curated over the past four years was quickly shattered when you finally began your first grueling year of university. you quickly learned that university wasn’t some playground for blooming adults, where you had second chances or the liberty to do what you pleased.

instead, it was a taste of what adulthood was really like—cold, bitter, and unforgiving.

rather than having the time to gaze and gush over the attractive men at your university, you spent many of your hours in the library, nose buried deep in the pages of books filled with infinite clumps of words that barely even made sense to you.

instead of daydreaming about a reality where you found the man of your dreams, had a beautiful wedding, a beautiful child, and lived the life you’d always hoped for, your mind was constantly reeling with the potential for failure—a harrowing fear that occasionally rendered you motionless.

there was also just the practical aspects of life. what food you would eat the next day, how you would find enough money to pay for your dorm. at one point you considered calling your parents and moving back in, but you weren’t that weak-willed.

so instead, you sucked it up and continued to endure it, despite it being nothing remotely close to what you had imagined.

but between the cracks and chaos of a typical, stressed out, overworked, malnourished college student, lay an escape for you. an escape that came in the form of kim leehan.

kim leehan. the first boy you ever had a formal crush on. and it made a lot of sense as to why.

if it wasn’t his tall, lanky figure, it was his large, round bright eyes that always seemed to subtly curve upward when he saw you. or his bubbly attitude and overall calm and easygoing aura.

being around leehan made you forget about the qualms of life, and the harsh reality of university. he was the one aspect of your new chapter of life that actually fit everything you had imagined.

and in your eyes, you were blessed to know him as your friend—sort of.

you and leehan met during a get-together with a mutual friend of yours.

myung jaehyun.

he had invited you to his dorm building for a small welcoming party he had decided to throw for the incoming university freshmen—many of whom happened to be his friends. jaehyun was a year older than you, but you had met him during orientation.

the first thing you remember about that night was how you felt when you first walked in. when you stepped into the room, you had been immediately overwhelmed by the bright and flashy decorations—streamers, a banner in bright blocky letters reading: ‘welcome freshmen’.

and to top it all off, there were tons of people—more than you had ever met in your life.

and of course, being the sheltered first year you were, you naturally gravitated toward the group of girls who you presumed to be also freshmen. they had greeted you kindly, offering you a cup with fruit cup, and you just kind of lingered near them.

but despite finding a group you thought you would fit into, your conversations never seemed to get deep enough because of the fact that they all seemed to know each other already. so naturally, you fell into your usual role of the observer, simply watching the people at the party, and taking note of how they interacted with each other.

at some point, you had caught sight of jaehyun across the room. he had a solo cup in hand, and he was animatedly talking to two other boys—both of whom were taller than him—when he randomly made eye contact with you.

you let out a deep sigh when he waved you over, a large grin already appearing on his face. but that sigh quickly turned into nervousness, because the more you approached, the more you realized the two boys with jaehyun were cute—really cute.

“yn, you made it! guys this is yn, yn this is leehan and taesan.” he pointed to both of the boys with a smile on his face. taesan nodded at you, a polite expression on his face, while leehan smiled at you, making your face heat up a bit.

you simply nodded in response, doing everything in your power to not make eye contact with leehan again. jaehyun seemed to notice this and laughed a little under his breath, before returning to conversation with the two.

it was on that day, at that small little welcoming party that you had become aware of leehan’s existence.

of course at the time you had thought leehan was super cute. in truth, he was your type on paper: gentle and tall with a sort of unique charm to him. but you never thought much of him because you assumed it would be a one-time meeting.

but of course, you had been wrong about that.

at first you thought it was merely coincidental. you started to see him more often, in passing in the hallways, in a couple of your lectures, sometimes jaehyun would even invite you to lunch and he would be there too.

but as the weeks went on and you started to see him more often than not, you realized it was starting to seem like less and less of a coincidence and more and more like divine intervention trying to bring you together.

which you definitely wouldn’t have been opposed to.

every time you had lunch with jaehyun and leehan, there was a sort of awkward air between the two of you. to you, it was primarily on your part because you were nervous being around someone you found attractive.

so you just chalked it up to your nervousness and always apologized when jaehyun would bring it up.

but even jaehyun had his limits, and he soon had enough of the obvious tension between the two of you. so naturally, he made it his mission to make the two of you become friends to squash the awkwardness.

“let’s have lunch again, but this time by the benches in the courtyard!” jaehyun’s voice echoed through the speaker of your phone. you huffed, shutting your eyes warily at the thought of yet another awkward hour spent with leehan.

“how about tomorrow?”

“ynn, i don’t have class tomorrow, c’mon just this once?”

you stayed silent, contemplating for a second before finally giving in.

“alright, fine. but you better not be late.” you scolded him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

“thank you!” you hung up and sighed, starting your trek toward the school courtyard. something about the way jaehyun had randomly changed the original spot made you a bit suspicious, but in the end you just passed it off as jaehyun being his usual spontaneous self.

when you arrived at the designated spot, you immediately caught sight of leehan who was already seated, a bowl of tteokbokki in hand. as you got closer, you saw his expression morph into one of confusion.

“hey,” you waved awkwardly, sitting a couple inches away from him.

“hi,” he said simply, throwing you a soft smile. the smile was soft and polite, but it still made you look away from him to calm your racing heartbeat.

“erm, where’s jaehyun? he said he was coming with you..” he trailed off, glancing in the direction you had just come from.

your brows furrowed in confusion, and you quickly pulled your phone out of your pocket to see if you had missed a message from him about coming together. there was nothing.

“he didn’t tell me anything about that,” you said, genuinely confused.

leehan simply hummed, tapping his phone a few times before looking up at you. “oh, he just said he can’t make it anymore.” he quipped casually, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

you fought every itch in your body to immediately curse, when you put the pieces together. he had definitely done this on purpose, you should have known something was off when he switched the location.

“that’s funny, i was just on the phone with him,” you commented, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he simply shrugged, and an air of awkward silence settled between the two of you.

you kicked at a pebble at your feet, running your fingers against the ridges of the bench. you cleared your throat, quietly reprimanding jaehyun in your mind as you finally turned to look at him.

“i don’t mind if you go eat lunch with your other friends,” you said quietly, trying not to make eye contact with him. he didn’t say anything at first, and you were sure he was getting ready to get up.

but he didn’t. instead, you heard rustling from his backpack as he reached his hand in before pulling out a wrapped treat.

“here,” he handed you the bowl of tteokbokki and bungoeppang. “i brought these for you, but i wanted to wait for jaehyun.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

you watched him, eyes widening, your fingers grazing against his as you received the gifts he had brought you.

“thank you..” you said timidly, immediately tearing the bungoeppang open. this earned you a laugh from leehan who watched you with a glint in his eyes.

“wow, i brought that as a dessert, but i guess you can eat it first.” he said teasingly.

“hey, i don’t believe in the saying ‘save the best for last.’” he laughed at that, tearing open his own bungoeppang.

“fair enough.”

—-

since the day jaehyun had maliciously set you and leehan up to eat lunch alone, the two of you became pretty close friends. not best friends or anything—largely because you didn’t want to ruin things.

and by ruin things you meant let your fat crush on him ruin things.

your crush on leehan had developed pretty quickly after spending lunch with him. the two of you had a lot of time to finally speak. not just small talk or surface-level conversations, but speak about each other.

you had learned a lot about him that day. like the fact that he used to do taekwondo, or the fact that he loved aquatic life—especially corydoras fish. he had even invited you to go to the aquarium with him sometime.

in short, that lunch with leehan had opened your eyes to more than just how physically attractive he was.

and it didn’t help that leehan’s sweet personality also included doing little things that often confused you.

now instead of acting like you two didn’t know each other in class, he would make it his mission to sit next to you every class. he’d even wait outside for you after class—even for the classes you two didn’t share.

he’d always bring a treat for you during lunch, follow you to the library to study with you, and he’d always send you a text reminding you to eat and get rest. but the thing you probably appreciated the most about leehan was how attentive he was.

whenever jaehyun would invite you to a get-together with his friends whom you hadn’t yet grown acquainted with, leehan would always purposely speak to you and make sure you were okay.

it was things like that, that made your falling for him inevitable. and now you had no idea how to act around him.

so you can only imagine how much worse things got when riwoo, jaehyun’s roommate and your mutual friend, introduced his new student film project to the three of you.

the day had been relatively normal. jaehyun had invited both you and leehan to his dorm to spend time together, completely ignoring your protests about needing to study.

“turn the music down,” you whined, pressing your palms to your ears as you shot jaehyun a glare. he pretended he couldn’t hear you, continuing to make his way to the fridge, his lips pursed as he whistled annoyingly.

leehan gave you a sympathetic look, reaching over to turn the speaker down. you thanked him, turning back to your textbook.

“riwoo!”

you suddenly heard jaehyun screech, and when you looked up you saw a tired-looking riwoo trudge in with jaehyun clutched onto his side.

“hey riwoo,” leehan said, throwing him a simple wave before turning back to his nintendo switch.

“today drained me,” he groaned, tossing his backpack onto his bed. jaehyun draped the back of his hand against his forehead, a look of worry on his face.

“aigooo, what’s wrong riwoo?” he said in an obnoxiously sweet voice, earning a laugh from both you and leehan.

riwoo shoved him off playfully, before plopping onto the bed.

“what’s wrong woo?” you asked, keeping your eye on the line you stopped reading before looking up at him.

“it’s my cinematography class. we have a project.”

“what’s the project about?” leehan asked, pressing a button on his switch.

“it’s supposed to be a short film about romance.”

at this jaehyun perked up, eyes shifting from you to leehan, unbeknownst to the two of you.

“got any ideas?” he asked, handing riwoo a plate with some fruit. riwoo shook his head, popping a grape in his mouth. “literally none.”

“it has to be about romance, right?” leehan asked suddenly, finally tearing his gaze from his device.

“why don’t you do a romance story similar to the princess and the frog, but they turn into fish instead? that would be different and unconventional.”

you looked over, laughing at the genuine proud look on his face, before nudging him.

“good idea leehanie,” he smiled at you, eyes disappearing into crescent moons as he did.

“wow leehan, a princess and the fish remake, how original!” jaehyun teased, ruffling his hair. he scowled, swatting jaehyun’s hand away before shrugging.

riwoo simply laughed, popping another berry in his mouth.

“why don’t you just stick to something sweet? something like… a friends-to-lovers trope,” you casually suggested, gently shutting your textbook to offer your full attention.

“that doesn’t sound like a bad idea..” riwoo quipped, his mind already spinning with fresh ideas.

“you could always read one of yn’s mangas if you need ideas,” leehan teased, his round brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“hey! they’re cute, okay? it’s nice to read about something that probably won’t happen in the real world.” you muttered the last part, looking down, thinking he hadn’t heard you.

here’s your text with grammar and punctuation polished, keeping your tone and flow intact:

but he did.

he stares at you, the wide smile on his face faltering a bit, just as jaehyun breaks the awkward silence.

“and i think you might have the perfect actors for it right—right in front of you.” he rubs his hands together with a sinister grin.

you snap your head in his direction, a look of horror painting your otherwise mellow face, while leehan, ever his oblivious self, still processes what jaehyun meant.

“oooh, good idea.” riwoo smirks, his eyes darting between the two of you.

“no way—”

“nope. you still owe me for that ride i gave you,” he immediately cuts off your rebuttal, lounging back on his bed with a satisfied look on his face.

in the background, you hear jaehyun’s soft giggle, and you fight every bone in your body to not get up and smack him for the mess he had just gotten you into.

—-

the first day you and leehan were asked to meet for filming was a sunny day in a park about two miles away from the dorms. you had made sure to get up extra early to make yourself presentable (for the film, of course).

when you arrive, you immediately spot leehan fiddling with one of the props, a focused look on his face. as you approach, he looks up, smiling at you as he waves the prop.

but the prop is the least of your worries, because leehan looks good—like, really good. he’s clad in a simple white button-up accentuating his broad shoulders, some tan dress pants, and black doc martins—simple, yet effortlessly neat and attractive.

it was the perfect vibe for a male lead in a kdrama.

leehan notices your staring and looks down bashfully. “riwoo insisted i wear this today, i know it doesn’t look the best—”

“no, no, you look great!” you quickly reassure him, giving him a soft smile. he smiles back, a light tint of pink coating his cheeks as he gives you a once-over.

“you look beautiful as well.”

and the simple comment makes you want to shrivel up and hide away forever, but you can’t. so instead, you shyly thank him just as filming begins.

the first shooting goes well, and all you two are asked to do is walk side by side with a little bit of dialogue at a nearby bench. as the two of you go over your lines, leehan comments on how the scene is reminiscent of the time the two of you first became proper friends.

once again, his attentiveness is enough to make you weak in the knees.

but aside from that, things were surprisingly less awkward than you thought it would be, considering how laid-back leehan was about the fact that the two of you were playing love interests in the film.

but since he was so relaxed about it, you tried not to think too much about it either.

after the first night of filming, when you had just gotten out of the shower, you received a text from leehan just as you flopped onto your bed.

lhanni: ynnnnnn you: leeehannnnn lhanni: how’d you think filming went today? you: it was interesting, i’ve never done anything like this before lol lhanni: me neither, but it felt a lot better since it was with you

your heart skips a beat at that, and you find yourself rereading the message just to make sure you aren’t hallucinating. once you’re sure, you grab your pillow, shoving your face into the plush as you scream inaudibly.

you finally sit up, taking a deep breath before turning back to respond, but before you can, you realize he’s already texted you again.

lhanni: i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything, if you ever feel uncomfortable please let me know you: of course not, please let me know if you’re ever uncomfortable either lhanni: will do, now get some sleep, sleepyhead

you smile down at the silly goodnight gif he sends, clicking your phone off.

—-

the next few weeks of filming went very well, with the occasional blip here and there. since the first week, you had grown much more accustomed to filming with leehan, and overall just being in his presence. yet still, you were always hyperaware of him.

of how close he got to you, the smell of his cologne—fresh yet masculine—the genuine smile on his face when you’d mess up a line. even the way he looked at you—you knew it was just acting but something behind his eyes made you think it was real.

you wanted it to be real.

but it wasn’t, and it likely would never be. leehan was just your crush, always in sight but out of reach. in fact, you just wanted to be grateful for the fact that you could be so close to him, to dip your toes in the pool of romance you so desperately wanted—even if it wasn’t real.

and you had grown content with that; content with the fact that you were able to experience even the slightest bit of the delusion you had conjured up in your mind. but of course, riwoo had to ruin it.

it was the week before the project was due, and you and leehan had just finished the final scene that led up to a much bigger scene. riwoo liked to call it the ‘bomb,’ though he refused to tell you what exactly that entailed.

“alright, good stuff,” he clapped his hands, signaling for the rest of the friend group to begin packing the equipment up. “yn and leehan, i need to talk to you two for a second.”

the two of you exchange glances, shrugging, before ambling over to him.

“what’s up?” leehan asks, slinging your tote bag over his shoulder. you notice, and glance at him, your cheeks warming up at the sight.

yet another example of his effortless attentiveness.

“i just wanted to let you guys know next week is the final week of shooting.”

the both of you nod your heads in understanding. this was something you already knew.

“and it’ll also be the climax of the film!” he says, pausing to choose his next words carefully. you glance up at leehan, brow raised at the obvious hesitancy radiating off of riwoo.

you already knew this couldn’t be good.

“okay...” leehan drawled, still oblivious to the obvious weird vibe.

“basically, you two have to kiss.” jaehyun interrupts, throwing his shoulder around riwoo whose lip finally stopped trembling.

“yep,” he says simply, looking between the two of you with hope in his eyes.

but you can’t even process anything that’s going on. not when you were just told that you would have to kiss leehan. like, kiss him—lips to lips—something you’ve never done before.

“wait, we have to kiss?” leehan clarifies, slightly stuttering over his words as he points a finger between the two of you.

“exactly.” riwoo says simply.

“like, actually kiss?”

“that’s what he just said,” jaehyun rolls his eyes, placing both hands on his hips.

“it needs to be natural, but it won’t be anything crazy. just a simple kiss, is that okay with you guys?” riwoo backtracks once he realizes the flustered looks on your faces.

“i...yeah, i—” you stutter, looking up at leehan to see if he had anything to say about it.

“that’s...fine.” he finally breathes out, shooting you a look. on the outside, he appeared a lot more accepting of the fact that the two of you would be kissing.

on the inside, he was freaking out just as much as you were.

“perfect! you guys are going to need to practice though, i really need this scene to come out nice. it’s like...like the pinnacle of the whole film,” riwoo explains animatedly, completely disregarding your impending mental breakdown.

knowing you two would have to kiss was already crazy enough, but you had to practice too? you lightly fanned yourself, looking everywhere but at leehan who was currently spaced out.

you’d pay a billion dollars to know what was going through his head right now, but that wasn’t the point.

and to make matters worse, just then woonhak stalks up behind the two of you, arms wrapping around both of you to shove your faces close together.

“found a date when you’ll practice yet, lovebirds?” he teases, making smoochy sounds with his lips.

you don’t say anything, largely because you can’t, while leehan shoves his arm off you, lightly scolding him.

“hey, don’t be so rough,” he warns before glancing back down at you. “and we were getting to it...right, yn?”

you nod, chewing on your bottom lip—clearly stressed out. leehan notices, beckoning you to the side both so that you can figure things out, and so that you could get a breath of fresh air.

“is this too much? if it’s too much just say the word, i’ll let riwoo—”

“no, it’s okay,” you say, cringing at the sound of your high-pitched voice. he nods, relieved, and the two of you descend into another air of awkward silence.

“so, the kiss—” “the kiss—”

you both awkwardly laugh at your speaking simultaneously, before leehan opens the conversation.

“we can always do it at my dorm...taesan usually isn’t home till late so,”

you nod, shooting him a clearly out-of-place thumbs up, to which he lightly chuckles, closing his palm over your thumb.

you feel your breath hitch at the sudden closeness, your body freezing up, but leehan doesn’t seem to notice, and simply gives your intertwined hands a shake before turning to join the rest of the group in teasing woonhak.

oh, you were so royally screwed.

—-

you rubbed the top of your mouth, lightly whining at the blaring ache that radiated from your gums. it was the fateful day that you and leehan were supposed to practice for the kiss scene, and you had probably brushed your teeth around sixteen times by now.

your phone buzzed on the counter, allowing you to catch the time. you had to be there in approximately fifteen minutes, and you still weren’t mentally ready.

should you tell him you haven’t had your first kiss? should you chicken out and say no?

wait, and pass up a chance of kissing leehan?

okay, you weren’t that nervous, but still. you lightly tapped your lip gloss on again, smacking your lips in the mirror before sighing.

you knew that realistically you had nothing to worry about. leehan had been a sweetheart since the beginning, and you knew he would do nothing to make you uncomfortable.

but it wasn’t him that was the issue.

it was you. and your big fat crush on him that just seemed to keep growing and growing.

this kiss would probably be the best and worst thing that could happen to you. yeah, sharing your first kiss with your first ever crush was something you’d always dreamed about, but not necessarily in these circumstances—for practice.

but you shoved all of that aside and made your way toward his shared dorm room, only to find taesan who seemed to be heading out.

when he saw you, the corner of his lip lifted into a sly smirk.

“have fun.”

and he didn’t even give you the chance to respond to his cryptic message before he brushed past you.

“well...” you stood in front of the door for a minute, blankly staring, weighing your options. you could always ditch and say you got sick, but taesan saw you already and leehan would probably know.

you had no other choice.

as soon as you opened the door to enter, you saw leehan perched on his bed, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at nothing in particular. it was clear he was deep in thought.

“hey,” you greeted softly, sliding your shoes off before approaching him. he quickly stood, greeting you back, and the two of you just stood there—right in front of each other, saying nothing.

“oh, um, i need to use the bathroom real quick,” he mumbled, before disappearing into the restroom. you just stood there, shrugged your coat off, and draped it over your arm, awkwardly looking around.

when he finally returned, you were still standing right where he had left you, and he smiled awkwardly, moving toward his bed.

“we can hang out on my bed for a bit,” he offered, patting the space next to him. you took a deep breath, recentering yourself before following him onto the bed, but not before making sure there was ample space between the two of you.

the two of you sat saying nothing, backs rested against the headboard, blankly staring ahead—completely refusing to look at each other.

“so should we just get into it?” he finally broke the silence, peering at you from the corner of his eye. you shouldn’t laugh, but the way he asked, so timid and nervous, made you smile a little.

at least you weren’t the only one nervous about this.

“how about we just play some music and sit here for a bit, you know, to lighten the mood?” you suggested, finally turning to look at him. he nodded, reaching over to grab his phone.

after a few seconds, music started playing, and you finally had enough time to really prepare yourself. honestly, this was weird.

you never thought you’d be losing your first kiss to the boy you had a crush on for almost a year now, and that you would lose it by practicing for a scene.

it was honestly laughable.

while your mind was racing, leehan sat deathly still, his face beginning to heat up at the thought of kissing you. sure, you two were friends, but normal friends didn’t kiss. he just didn’t want to ruin things between the two of you.

but it was too late to back out now.

so he just rested his head against the headboard, shutting his eyes, immersing himself in the music. it was the only way to calm his racing heart.

but to you, leehan just looked unbothered, as if the whole idea of kissing you wasn’t that big of a deal. maybe you had misread him earlier.

you glanced over at him, your eyes trailing over his soft features—his sharp jawline, his long lashes acting as a curtain for his beautiful eyes, and finally, his plump lips in all of their glory.

the sight made your heart stutter in your chest, and just as you were about to back out of the whole thing, leehan finally said something.

“okay, i’m ready. are you?” he asked, finally sitting up fully, his eyes locked onto yours.

you nodded, albeit a little slower than you intended to, your body adjusting as you moved to sit across from him, knees nearly touching. you felt exposed under his gaze, like he could see the nervousness dripping off your skin like a shell.

so instead of looking him in the eyes, you glanced past him—to his shelf, to the window, anywhere else.

but then his voice broke through the tension.

“to make this less… weird,” he said, lips quirking in a nervous smile, “let’s talk about something.”

your eyebrows lifted slightly, but you were grateful for the distraction.

“like what?”

“anything,” he shrugged, relaxing back against the headboard again, one hand brushing through his hair.

you didn’t answer right away, your brain racking through something—anything—to talk about.

“like… what did you do today?”

you blinked. “hmm, not much. it was a pretty uneventful day,” you lied with practiced ease. “i just studied a bit, went out to a café for a change of scenery since, y’know… exams are coming up.”

you let your words tumble out, your voice a little rushed as your nerves began to spike again. you glanced up toward the ceiling, making up your day as you went, “i got a vanilla latte, i think? or maybe hazelnut—”

“mhm,” he hummed softly in confirmation, but he wasn’t really listening to your words anymore. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, and then back up, tracing your features like he was seeing you for the first time in this light.

and you didn’t notice—until the moment his hand gently reached out and touched your chin, halting your ramble mid-sentence.

you met eyes instantly.

“may i?” he murmured, so quiet you almost thought you imagined it.

you nodded.

and then he kissed you.

it was soft and gentle. barely a press of lips, but that didn’t stop your heart from thudding painfully in your chest. when you pulled away, he was still watching you with those same soft eyes, and there was a faint flush blooming across his cheeks.

“how was… how was that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i liked it…” you said, then panicked. “i mean—it was good. that was good.”

his lips twitched, and he let out a quiet laugh.

you cleared your throat, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. “could we… do it again? for practice, i mean.”

he smiled again, and nodded.

this time when he leaned in, it was less hesitant—like he was sure of himself now. your lips met again, and his hand slowly slid from your chin to your shoulder, pulling you just a little closer to him.

and just that action alone was enough to make you want to melt into the kiss. and you almost did—almost.

but then—

the door swung open.

“well, well, well,” a voice drawled. “have you two been practicing?”

you tore away from leehan like you’d just been caught committing a crime, quickly wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

taesan and jaehyun stood in the doorway, grinning like idiots. taesan’s eyes found their way toward you and he looked especially satisfied at the flustered look on your face.

leehan let out a groan and flung the nearest pillow at them. “get out.”

“it’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” jaehyun piped up, dodging the pillow. “you two are two blossoming flowers going through the natural progression from youth to adulthood—ow!”

taesan smacked the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward. you caught his eye again and mouthed a silent thank you, to which he just smirked.

“i guess i’ll get going, then,” you mutter, standing up and grabbing your coat, trying to preserve whatever shred of dignity you had left. leehan stands with you immediately.

“i’ll walk you out,” he offers quietly. you nod gratefully, slipping your shoes on while jaehyun’s low oooooh echoes obnoxiously in the background.

the hallway is silent, save for the sound of your footsteps echoing as the two of you walk toward your dorm.

when you finally reach your door, you stop and turn toward him, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“that was… that went well,” you say, trying to keep your voice light.

he nods, brushing a hand through his hair. “yeah, i liked it. did you?”

you nod, maybe a little too fast. “Mhm.”

he chuckles, his eyes warm and affectionate. “i’m glad.” and then, without much warning, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, his hands gently settling on your back.

“sleep well, yn,” he murmurs into your hair before pulling away.

you barely manage to whisper “goodnight” before slipping into your dorm, your voice still lodged somewhere in your throat.

behind your closed door, you lean against it for a moment, trying to collect yourself. meanwhile, just outside, leehan exhales deeply, his fingers lingering near his mouth as if trying to memorize the shape of your lips.

he couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten helping riwoo with his project, because even if the kiss was just for practice, he’d gotten a taste of what loving you would feel like.

and the thought alone makes him smile quietly to himself.

—-

after a weekend of freaking out and avoiding leehan like the plague, the day of the final shoot arrives—and you’re not okay.

riwoo, on the other hand, seems more relieved than anyone to be nearing the end of filming his long-suffering passion project, but you? you’re scared pantsless.

your palms won’t stop sweating, you’ve retouched your lip tint three times in the past ten minutes, and for some reason, you can’t keep your eyes on leehan for longer than half a second without wanting to combust.

it doesn’t help that he looks good. like… dangerously good.

meanwhile, across the lot, leehan’s sitting in a camp chair, letting woonhak mess with his hair, a comb and a can of setting spray in hand.

“i’m not touching your face again,” woonhak mutters. “your skin’s already better than mine, it’s pissing me off.”

leehan huffs a laugh, but it dies quickly. his leg won’t stop bouncing, and he knows it because he’s nervous.

woonhak notices. “dude, relax. just be natural, take the lead. you guys already practiced, right? i mean—you’ve kissed, right?”

the tips of leehan’s ears turn bright red. “yeah,” he murmurs. “we have.”

but it didn’t make this easier.

because every time he saw you that day—fumbling with your lip gloss, nervously pacing near the craft table, with your hair pulled back just enough to show the curve of your neck—he felt his heart clamor against his chest, begging to set itself free.

“alright,” riwoo calls out, rubbing his gloved hands together as he approaches with the clipboard. “let’s get this over with. it’s freezing.”

you and leehan walk toward your marks, standing side by side as riwoo runs through the setup.

“the scene’s simple. yn, you just left his house after studying. there was tension—you almost said something but your mom called, so you left. now leehan runs after you, stops you, kisses you. end scene. got it?”

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. leehan gives a quick thumbs up. his eyes flick over to you, and even though he doesn’t say anything, the look is gentle—like he’s telling you it’ll be okay.

but your heart is still pounding, and you’re sure your blood pressure is through the roof.

“places!”

you step into position on the dimly lit sidewalk set, the rustle of the wind casting an even more dramatic romantic effect.

“action!”

from behind the camera, you hear the shuffle of leehan jogging into frame. right on cue, his hand wraps gently around your wrist, pulling you to a stop. you turn around, meeting his eyes—

and panic.

your lips twitch. your face burns, and right as you both lean in, your head tilts away abruptly.

“i’m sorry!” you squeak, recoiling and stepping back, your hand flying to your mouth. you can already hear taesan and jaehyun snickering behind riwoo’s monitor.

riwoo exhales, but his voice stays calm. “that’s okay. practice run. woonhak—touch up leehan’s hair, please.”

“i didn’t even move,” leehan mumbles, but he lets woonhak ruffle his bangs anyway.

you inhale deeply, wiping your clammy palms on your jeans. you can do this. you already kissed him once… twice... okay, three times if you count the forehead kiss in your dream last night, but still.

you sneak a glance at leehan, but he’s already looking at you.

his gaze lingers just a second longer before he turns away to retake his mark, and you force yourself to focus.

“take two!”

leehan jogs into frame again. his hand reaches for yours. you spin around. this time, your lips meet—barely. a ghost of a kiss. but that’s all it is. 

there’s no emotion, no energy. nothing but two people resembling birds pecking at each other.

in other words, a miserable fail.

“cut!” jaehyun yells, throwing his arms in the air. “what are you guys doing? didn’t you practice?”

you wince. leehan runs a frustrated hand down his face.

riwoo sighs heavily, scribbling something in his notebook. “we have to get this today, guys. let’s run it one more time as a rehearsal, just to loosen it up.”

leehan glances at you, his teeth catching his bottom lip. “is that okay?”

you nod, weakly. “why not.”

“action!”

the rehearsal kiss is better. still a little mechanical, but this time your lips move, and it almost feels real. but riwoo still waves a hand, unimpressed.

“better,” he mutters. “but it’s still missing something…”

jaehyun huffs and marches up to the two of you. “leehan, what are you doing? do i need to show you how to kiss her or—”

before he can finish the sentence, leehan gently pushes him aside.

“i think i got it,” he says, his voice growing more serious. everyone goes quiet, and jaehyun takes a step back, a slight smirk on his face.

“action!”

you hear his footsteps again—but this time, everything else fades.

all you hear is him. just him.

he grabs your wrist. you spin around.

your eyes meet.

his hand lifts to your chin, and this time when he leans in, it’s different. your lips connect, and they move—natural, soft and slow. a little desperate.

his arm slips around your waist, pulling you close, until there’s nothing between you but the thundering of your heartbeats. your hands fist in the fabric of his jacket, and you kiss him back.

fully. for real this time.

just like you’ve always wanted to.

when he finally pulls away, his breath is ghost against your cheek, and he looks down at you like you’re the only person in the world.

neither of you speak.

then—applause.

“finally…” riwoo mutters, voice thick with relief.

“about damn time,” taesan sighs.

you blink, looking around. the crew is frozen, the camera stopped rolling, sungho shoots you a thumbs-up behind the rig. and leehan? his arms are still around your waist, and your hands are still gripping him like you’re afraid to let him go.

“huh?” leehan finally says, blinking. “shoot—I forgot my line.”

woonhak groans. “the line should be the least of your worries.”

leehan looks down at you again. his brows knit slightly, like he’s working something out in his head. then, he finally says it.

“y/n,” he breathes, “i like you. like… really, really like you.”

your mouth opens—but nothing comes out.

“all this time, i wasn’t acting,” he continues. “it was real. i wanted it to be real. but if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. i just— i couldn’t keep pretending like it wasn’t anymore.”

he looks away, exhaling shakily.

you don’t say anything at first, and just blink at him—his flushed cheeks, his uneven breathing, the vulnerable look in his eyes.

and it’s at that moment that you realize you're tired of pretending too, that you’re tired of living your life as the timid spineless girl you vowed you wouldn’t continue to be.

so you finally do it. you finally take charge and kiss him again.

no words, no hesitation.

you just reach up and pull him down by the collar of his jacket, your lips finding his, and he melts into it immediately, a small sound of surprise lost between your lips before his hands settle on your waist.

it’s not perfect, awkward even—but that’s okay. because it’s not for the camera, it’s not for the script.

it's yours. just yours.

when you finally pull back, breathless, you still linger close—foreheads touching, noses brushing.

“was that in the script?” he whispers, and his voice is shaky, but he’s still smiling.

you shake your head, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

“no,” you murmur. “that was all me.”

he laughs, stunned, like he can’t believe any of this is happening, and you don’t even realize everyone else has gone quiet until riwoo coughs loudly behind the camera.

“alright, if you guys are done rewriting the ending of my short film with your... romance novel behavior—can we wrap it up, please?”

but leehan doesn’t let go of you. instead, his hand slides down until your fingers intertwine, and when you both step out of frame, he leans in close again.

“i meant what i said,” he whispers, “i want this—us—to be real.”

and you do the only thing your body knows how to do—you surge forward and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder.

his body goes stiff, startled, but then he melts again. his arms tighten around you, holding you like he’s afraid he’ll lose you.

“thank God,” you whisper against his jacket, “because i wanted this to be real too.”

a/n: guys I kid you not this took foreverrr but i hope you enjoy it just as much as I do ;p and check out more of my fics below!

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SHOULD I PRETEND TO DROWN SO THE HOT LIFEGUARD CAN SAVE ME? | Kim Donghyun

pairings — boynextdoor’s leehan x reader (non-idol au)

genre — romance, slice of life, comedy

warnings — (wc. 1k) swearing, lowk you down bad.. mentions of drowning also!

note — wanna eat biceps.

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YOU’RE THANKFUL THAT YOU’RE using sunglasses right now, because if you weren’t the lifeguard across the pool would have caught onto your glutinous stare by now.

It has to be illegal—how good the man across of you looks right now, I mean. Girl dinner? At this point it’s a woman’s feast.

Blonde, with a red and white sleeveless uniform and a facecard so lethal it’s rendered you speechless the first time you visited the pool.

At first the pool was supposed to be a one time thing—just to stop your brother Jaehyun from nagging you about the fact that you never hang out with him.

You remember showing up to the pool with a permanent frown. Only it curved up happily when the guy that checked you in whose name tag spelled Kim Donghyun turned up in his lifeguard uniform.

Now, it’s a daily occurrence to see you at the pool—with or without the presence of your brother.

Today, however, your brother had decided to join you and your mission to finally work up the courage and approach this lifeguard.

Except he’s being a little shit about it.

Jaehyun munches on a box of chips, joining you on the daybed as he looks at you amusingly.

“You’ve been looking at him since summer started and have not made a single move.”

”Shut up, Jae.”

”At this point you might as well delusionalize your whole relationship in your head instead since reality’s never catching up.”

”Leave.”

It’s silent for a while, the sound of chips being munched louder than the background of people swimming.

Your eyes come back to the sight of his glistening bicep. It looks like a glazed donut. You want to eat that do—

“You’re not even subtle. Just go drown a little or something,” Jaehyun says, cutting your train of thoughts.

“No way. I can’t even save myself because I can’t swim, remember? I’m not going to risk my life for a man.”

”A man you’ve been eyeing this summer,” Jae mutters, sick of it. “If you don’t approach him right now, I will.”

That got your attention.

Your neck almost snaps at him.

”What—no way!” You whisper-shouted—but it’s too late.

He leaves the daybed and starts walking in the direction of your fine shyt of the month.

You try to catch up to him—to stop your downfall, but he’s clearly a lot faster.

You hear his voice before you see your glazed donut.

”Yo! You busy right now, dude?”

You want to actually jump in the pool right now and drown when you hear Donghyun speak in that sexy, deep voice of his.

“Nope. What’s up?”

”Jae—“ You try to stop him, but Jaehyun speaks to Donghyun like you don’t exist.

“My sister sucks at swimming—doesn’t know how to, actually—but she’s been wanting to try this whole summer yet keeps backing out. Can you help?”

Hahahaha…. your foot is one step into the pool to drown yourself.

“Stop it—“ You shush him, pulling Jaehyun at his arm, before looking at the snack in front of you, “Sorry to bother..”

Surprisingly, Donghyun smiles and it’s so damn cute you almost tripped yourself.

“Oh it’s no worries, I’m down to teach you how to swim.”

Your only response was “Huh?”

That’s how you find yourself in the big kids pool for once. Actually swimming. With the hot lifeguard. ( What in the fanfiction? )

“You can hold on to my arm if you want,” he says politely. Professionally. Like—you know, an angel.

Your head spirals and despite being painfully terrified your face flushes in deep red. Maybe because of your embarrassment. Maybe because of him.

“Oh, no, I’m not good at… grabbing things. I mean—swimming.” You want the ground ( or pool ) to swallow you whole.

He laughs, his eyes squinting at yours in amusement.

“Please—I insist.”

“Okay.” You don’t argue anymore.

Holding his bicep, you lowkey copped a feel. ( In your defense, he told you to! )

For the first ten minutes, he’s all business — calm instructions, steady encouragement, gentle corrections when you panic halfway across the pool.

You tell yourself to focus. On swimming. On not dying. On not embarrassing yourself in front of someone who looks like he was handcrafted by a Greek god with a lifeguard certificate.

But it gets harder when he steps closer.

When his fingers brush your shoulders, “fixing” your posture — warm against your skin, lingering a second too long.

When he scoops you up by the waist after you flail mid-float — muscles flexing, his arms wrapped around your bare stomach like it’s just another Tuesday.

You’re no expert, but…some of these corrections feel more like contact than instruction.

And every single time, he meets your wide-eyed look with the same charming smile. A little too smooth. A little too knowing.

Maybe you’re imagining things.

Or maybe Leehan knows exactly what he’s doing.

Either way, you’re dangerously close to developing a heart condition.

“You’re a fast learner,” he says as you finally cling to the edge of the pool.

You turn to him, a little breathless. “Thanks.”

He smiles again — that same warm, practiced grin, but this time, there’s something behind it.

“Guess I’ll have to make your next lesson harder.”

You blink. “Wait—there’s a next time?”

“Shouldn’t there be?” He asked innocently.

You don’t have time to respond. He’s already swimming to the ladder like it’s the most normal thing in the world, water dripping off his hair, muscles shining under the sun like a CGI character.

“By the way,” he calls over his shoulder, “You should give me your number. In case I need to schedule you in.”

Your jaw almost drops.

That man knew exactly what he was doing.

By the time you get your brain back into your head, Jaehyun jumps into the pool next to you, splashing you in the process.

You shriek in surprise, and by the time you finish wiping the water off your face your brother’s head bobbed up the surface of the pool.

“So.” He says, holding your shoulders and giving you an annoyingly teasing look, “How’d your date go?”

Usually you’d respond with ‘go away’ or something along the lines of it—but this is different.

“Oh my fuck, Jae.” You respond, eyes wide and holding his shoulder too.

That got the teasing smile off his face as his eyes went wide too, nosy and full of anticipation. “What, what—?”

”I think he just scheduled our next like..date.”

It was silent for a second—

“Oh my shit.”

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[soubeomies]

guys i think some of you forget that i’m 13 like sometimes i check y’all’s profile and it says mdni and i’m like OOPS MY BAD 💔

[soubeomies]

this is adorable!! omg, the lipgloss part? i was so in awe omggg.. like i’m a person who is deathly addicted to buying lipglosses, and like, i have so so many lip glosses and lip tints but i only use a few i really like. so i literally smiledddd ear to ear when i read this entire thing heheeee i love this!

taesan as your gentle lover

 soft moments when you fall in love all over again

wc'824

  ୨୧ㅤ

  

 ⭑.ᐟ  taesan doesn't say much when he walks into your shared bedroom. he stops by the bedside table, slowly placing his keys down–careful not to wake you. he watches as your mouth stays slightly open, breathing out light, scratchy breaths. your head rested on top of his pillow, arm draped loosely around your torso as if it could imitate the quiet relief your boyfriend's presence brings. 

 the bedroom door creaks as he enters drying his face with a towel, your waterbottle in his other hand. reaching the bedside, he gently places down the items, carefully lifts the covers, and crawls into the space in bed right beside you. hearing the rustling, you wake up:

“..honey?” you manage to make out,

“im here, sweetheart. you're okay.” he whispers,

  his hands slip beneath your arms, scooping you up and softly shifting you closer towards him until you're barely sitting up against his side. he lets your head fall into his lap, murmuring small soft praises as he tucks the sheets around you, getting the rest of you comfortable. he shifts himself lower down the bed, then places a kiss on your forehead. he gently slides his arm behind you, lifting your head up before laying it over his bicep. peppering gentle little kisses to your cheeks, then your temple before reaching over to turn off the lamp, closing out the night around the two of you. 

 

  ᯓ⭑   taesan typically shuts down once he hits a certain point of exhaustion after a long day. you received numerous text updates from him throughout the day, however they quickly pile up, indicating a long and eventful day. it's now nighttime when you hear the door click. taesan walks in, dropping his bag to the floor, kicking off his shoes before immediately looking for you. getting up from the living room, you wordlessly walk over to him. you're unprepared for when he goes limp, falling into your arms. 

“honey..” you coo as you feel him sniffle against your shoulder, putting most of his weight on you. you immediately knew the day had worn him out.

 on the side of the bed sits taesan. you stand facing him as you blow dry his hair, fingers gently carding through the slight tangles, letting the warm air drape over him. you watch as his eyes close, soft pout forming as his head sleepily leans down. his hands are lazily holding onto the sides of your hoodie, keeping you in place.. just wanting to feel you close. you turn off the blow dryer and set it down.

 getting comfortable against your pillow, you shift on your side until you’re face to face with a sleepy taesan, eyes already shut, hand still clung onto your hoodie. you pull the blanket over him, adjust his shirt to cover his tummy, and gently run your hand up and down his side. studying his expression.. you just want to make sure he’s comfortable. on the brink of sleep, he mumbles incoherent sounds as you move up until you're against the headboard. you gently pull him close to your side, carefully placing his head onto your chest. 

peering down at him, your hand finds its way to the nape of his neck, fingers softly stroking through his hair. you lean down and carefully kiss his forehead, brushing some hair away from his eyes. he pulls in a light breath, you settle into the sheets. 

“goodnight, my sweet baby.” you whisper. smiling as you receive a soft breath from your fast asleep boyfriend as a response. 

 

   ⭑.ᐟ   you tie your hair up as your bag dangles on your shoulder, walking up to your favourite makeup store during the spring sale. taesan close behind you, reaches in front with his arm to open the door for you. in the store you rub your hands together, then happily rush over to your favourite brand’s stand, judydoll. 

 half an hour later, your bag is now hanging off of taesan’s shoulder. his hand in yours, hoodie sleeve rolled up to make more room for lipgloss swatches. 

“this ones pretty.. i just don't know if it’d suit my skin.” you say as you look up at him, waiting for his insight. he stares into your eyes, completely mesmerized as a small subtle smile creeps up at his lips. the glimmer in your eyes could truly take him to every planet and beyond, the scrunch at your nose that shows up when you're curious tunes out every other sound in the room. 

“taesan!!” you call for the 8th time. 

“r-right! no it’d– it’d look great on you. stunning, really.” he stutters, ears turning pink as you giggle.

“okay, if you say so!” as you reach up to press a quick kiss to his cheek before grabbing a new package of the lipgloss on taesan’s wrist. he watches as you skip off, wandering your way around the store, disregarding the way you’ve just stunned your boyfriend and left him there. he smiles, before making his way to find you. because taesan knew, it will always be you who he searches for. 

 

                                                 ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏

   june 3 / whenever you need me, we'll figure it out 

[soubeomies]

this is so cuteee :( as a guitarist i wish to forget all i know just for him to teach me. yes pls.

guitar tabs (gaon) — nav

synopsis — jiseok teaches you how to play guitar.

you sit cross-legged on the floor of jiseok’s room, snoopy awkwardly balanced on your lap. he grins at you from where he’s sitting, tuning 가오나시, his other guitar, with casual ease.

“okay, first things first,” jiseok starts, scooting closer until your knees almost touch. “how do you feel? intimidated? excited? terrified?”

“um, all of the above?” you laugh nervously, adjusting the strap that’s slipping off your shoulder.

“good,” he says, giving you a wink. “means you respect the instrument.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. he reaches over and gently adjusts your hands.

“left hand here,” he murmurs, curling your fingers around the fretboard. “and right hand… just chill, yeah? no death grip.”

“this feels so weird,” you mutter, flexing your fingers awkwardly.

“it always does at first,” he assures you. “trust me. i was a disaster my first month.”

“somehow i don’t believe that,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“i have witnesses,” jiseok laughs. “okay, here. let’s start with a simple chord. g major. classic.”

jiseok positions your fingers carefully, his hands warm and steady. his touch is patient, not rushed. he leans back to admire your awkward pose.

“okay, now… strum.”

you make a noise that sounds more like a dying bird than a chord. jiseok immediately claps dramatically.

“beautiful. a true masterpiece,” he says with a mock-serious expression.

“shut up,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“no, seriously, it’s better than my first time,” jiseok insists, gently pulling your hands away so you’ll try again. “c’mon. again. and relax. snoopy can smell fear.”

you give him a flat look, but he just grins wider, his high-pitched giggle causing his shoulders to shake.

“you’re so annoying,” you say.

“and you love me,” he sing-songs, nudging your shoulder.

“sure,” you mutter, but you’re laughing now.

he picks up the guitar in his lap and strums the same g chord, his fingers flying over the strings effortlessly.

“hear that?” he says. “yours will sound like this soon. just gotta build those calluses.”

“calluses?” you repeat, horrified.

“oh yeah. your fingers are gonna hate you for a bit. but it’s worth it.” he flashes you a thumbs-up. “battle scars.”

you shake your head in disbelief, but you reposition your fingers like he showed you. you strum again—this time, a little clearer. a little less like a dying bird.

“there we go!” jiseok cheers. “that’s it! see? you’re basically a rockstar already.”

“yeah, okay,” you laugh.

“seriously. you’re a natural.” jiseok leans forward, his eyes bright. “next time, you’re playing at our concert.”

“never happening.”

“we’ll see about that,” he teases, bumping your knee with his.

you try the chord again, and he nods proudly.

“look at you,” he says. “you’re killing it.”

you glance at him, his face so full of genuine excitement, and you can’t help but smile.

“only because you’re a good teacher,” you say softly.

he pretends to flip his hair dramatically. “i mean… i am pretty amazing.”

"okaaaay, taking the compliment back."

jiseok laughs.

“okay, rockstar,” he says, standing up and offering you his hand. “break’s over. next chord!”

“already? i just got this one!” you whine, taking his hand anyway.

he pulls you to your feet with a mischievous grin.

“no mercy,” he says. “this is guitar boot camp.”

“i’m suing.”

“you can’t. you signed up for this the moment you started dating a guitarist.”

"dude."

[soubeomies]

leehan thought !!

he seems to be a very touchy and physically affectionate person. he would totally subconsciously have his hands roam around your body. whether that was fiddling with the collar of your shirt, caressing your ears, or simply just drawing circles onto your soft delicate skin. he would just be talking to whoever, his hands somewhere on your body because he just wants to be able to hold you :)

[soubeomies]

꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚  𝓢𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ leehan x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕none :)

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕fluff w/ very slight angst if u squint

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕618

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕omg wait this ones actually kinda fire guys what do we think. divider credits to @uzmacchiato !! so pretty

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕coming home after a frustrating day, you can't help but find solace in his arms :)

now playing ୨ৎ soren – beabadoobee 

♬⋆.˚

where do you even start? everything about him just felt like home. the way his eyes turn into crescents at the mere sight of your excitement, the way he scrunches his nose at you when you call him cute, even the way he crosses his arms and laughs as he looks at you in awe. you're so in love with him, and it feels almost otherworldly that he loved you just as much.. if not, more.

he effortlessly sweeps you off your feet with the way he just acts. he doesn't even need to try, and you're basically looking at him with heart eyes.

₊˚⊹ᰔ

beep beep, the automatic door lock of the apartment echoes as you let out a heavy sigh. you were frustrated, but too tired to be frustrated at the same time. you struggle to take your coat off, resulting in a frustrated groan. being tangled in your very own coat like an idiot happened to be your last straw. you fall to a crouching position, your coat evident with the attempt to peel it off. you just tremble in your own presence, your hands tangled in your hair.

you were blocking the entrance, sure. but, “leehan wasn’t coming home any time soon, right?” you thought to yourself. beep, beep, beep.. click! 

the sounds of the automatic door lock echoes again, this time it was a person on the other end. entering the correct numbers, unlocking it with a single click. the figure stands behind your crouching position, its almost like you can feel his fond smile radiating from behind you.

“y/n?” he says softly, his voice sounding like a light at the end of a tunnel you thought you’d never escape. your eyes were filled with your tears, you quickly wiped your tears as you stood up. “you’re home–” you say, turning around, only to be met with a warm embrace. no questions asked, he didnt ask you to tell him what happened, he just knew that all you needed was a hug.

you melt into his arms, your own finding its way around him with an exasperated sigh. “.. leehan.” you murmur into the fabric of his jacket. “i know, i know.” he hums rather calmly, in hopes that it’d calm you down too. 

₊˚⊹ᰔ

running his hand through the strands of your hair, humming a melody as your head rested on his lap on the couch. it was just a peaceful moment of silence, the feeling of his fingers in your hair equivalent to the feeling of blocking out the rest of the world. you melt into his touch, as you usually do.

not long after, the silence was broken by the melodic sound of his affectionate voice. “are you okay?” he asks tenderly. his voice filled with nothing but sincerity and love. you nodded, the silence giving him everything he needed to know. you weren't going to talk about it, and that was okay. it was always okay.

he hums knowingly, acknowledging your want to cast aside those thoughts. you don't really know how long you've been in this position for, but you wished it could last forever. the way he touched you so tenderly, it felt like a curse that couldn't be broken.

“if there was a place that i had to choose,” you murmur, trailing off whilst you hesitate to say what's on your mind. his lips curve into a smile, “mhm?” he hums, indicating that he was not only listening.. but he was listening. 

“or a memory i dont want to lose..” you say with a slight pause before piecing all the words together like it was a puzzle, waiting to be solved. “it’d probably be in your arms tonight.”

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[soubeomies]

this is actually so cute wtfff... like genuinely the hint of angst is so subtle but so HJJHSDJKDAFJ like this is so cute i love this i love u thank u for making this i love this i love taesan RAAHHH

장난쳐? (IS THAT TRUE?) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

you couldn’t get taesan out of your head, and the remedy couldn't get you out of his ⊹♡

ex.taesan x f.reader

genre. fluff, exes to lovers

wc. 1.1k

a/n. hi my babies i missed posting so much ㅠㅠ plz welcome me back into onedoorblr with this fic (not proofread + ignore any grammar issues and typos 💔)

i know i messed up what we had, 예고도 없이 장난쳐? (are you playing me without a warning?)

you and taesan were the most loved couple, and when people found out that the two of you broke up, it felt like the whole campus broke up. everyone was upset upon finding the end of the two of you guys’ relationship, and that included your friends. 

it started from a small argument, to the end of everything you loved. if you had known that the fight you and taesan had would end in a breakup, you would have never started it. 

you truly did love taesan, and he loved you too. 

but you had to accept it, right? everything good comes to an end, and this was one of those good things. there was nothing that you could do to mend your broken hearts, but your friends would never give up on you and taesan. 

나도 이제 새로운 사람이 (i want to see a new person, too) 

jaehyun could tell taesan was jealous; he was terribly obvious about it. 

“taesan, stop staring at y/n and her friend, she’s gonna notice.” he teased, giggling at the look on taesan’s face as he stared at your back. 

“i’m not staring at her, i’m looking at her friend.” he said in a voice that seemed unsure, sounding insecure about your so-called friend. 

in all honesty, the guy really was just your friend, having no intention to date on either side. but taesan seemed convinced that you liked him, and that he liked you back. 

“the way she looks at him,” his voice stung at the mention of another guy with you “it’s like how she would look at me.” this only meant one thing to jaehyun. taesan was still hung up on you. 

that's supposed to be me close to you 

for the rest of the week, jaehyun constantly caught taesan looking at you whenever you were in the room. 

before anything, taesan would catch your eyes, hoping that you’d look back at him with the hope that he held in his, hope that you still loved him. but his efforts were in vain, you stuck with someone else now, and he was out of the picture. 

“god, taesan. quit staring at y/n and just approach her!” jaehyun was sick of seeing taesan so lovesick, he urgently needed his medicine. 

“it’s not that easy, jaehyun. plus, she has someone new already, don't you see?” he said in a sullen tone. 

“oh come on, it's worth a shot, no? what if she does want you back?” jaehyun tried his best to persuade taesan because he knew it wasn’t just a mere ‘what if’, he was sure you wanted to get back with taesan. 

– 

billions of “i miss him” messages filled jaehyun's screen, notifications building up a wall. he knew they were from you and you knew who they were about. han taesan. 

“thanks for coming, jae.” you thanked him warmly, tear stained cheeks rising as you smiled at him. “i’m sorry for always asking you to come over when i miss him.” 

“it’s no problem, and you know that, y/n.” 

he always told you the same things over and over again – confess to taesan that you still want him, and always have – he repeated the fact that you only live once, and even if he doesn’t want you back, it's a sign you’d be better off yourself. 

“i hate that i miss him, but what i hate more is that he’s perfectly fine without me. does he not miss me, not even a little?” you took a deep breath before continuing “i see him doing fine every day while i’m sobbing over him at 2:03AM!” 

to jaehyun, you and taesan were total idiots. idiots who were awfully in love with each other, and were too stubborn to notice it. 

잠깐만, 이건 좀 반칙 (hold on, this is a bit like cheating) 

even months after you and taesan broke up, you’d still cry over him. he was the one you frankly loved, the one you should've cherished. even multiple dates with other guys couldn’t shake off the feeling in your heart that told you that taesan was the one for you. 

– 

“i can't believe you declined a date with the most popular guy on campus! don’t you think he’d help you get over… y’know?” jaehyun was surprised that you rejected someone considering the amount of desperation you were in, but in his heart, he appreciated it. 

“i dont know, it just felt… wrong. it felt like if i did accept it, i’d be betraying my heart.” 

“so, if you went on a date with him, you’d be cheating on taesan?” he pushed his limits a little further, trying to get a straightforward answer. 

“yeah, i guess. and yes, i know it's stupid that i'm not over him.” 

stupid? this was all the confirmation jaehyun needed. you wanted taesan, taesan wanted you. he just had to find a way to bring you two (back) together. 

행복한 척이라고 말해줘 (tell me you’re just pretending to be happy) 

you were laughing with your friend by the basketball courts until you saw taesan walk past. seeing him by the place where you and him shared so many memories just made you miss him more. but there was no point in moving elsewhere. 

“can we talk?” taesan stopped you and your friend, holding your wrist. 

– 

he brought you to the back of campus before plainly staring at you. 

“what do you need? you brought me all the way here just to stare at me?”  you crossed your arms “i was having a good conversation, you know.” and that's what ticked taesan off. 

“i don't care about him!” the sudden outburst shocked you “i still like you, y/n. and it hurts to see you so happy with someone else.” he sighed “i know it’s wrong but i still like you, and-” 

you planted your lips on his, taking the one opportunity you had. the kiss was steady, not going further than what you already knew. everything was familiar, like nothing had changed between you two. 

taesan tried to pull away, attempting to continue his rambles. 

“stop squirming, tae. i like you, too.” but now he had completely moved away, eyes wide in shock. 

“you like me? still?” he couldn’t believe that all this time, jaehyun had been right. 

“i don’t think i ever stopped.” you pulled him closer, holding him like he was the only thing alive. 

now that you had him, you weren’t going to let go – not now, not ever.

“i love you so much, y/n.”

[soubeomies]

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╭ 연시은 〰 YEON SI-EUN

you know i got a soft spot for you (f)

[soubeomies]

꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚  𝓘 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ taesan x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕none! this is all totally fluff :)

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕fluff

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕600

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕i've had the worst feeling writers block omgg... i hope im back!! this is kinda bad?? i cant really tell LOL enjoy!

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕taesan, who knows just when you're in need of some new flowers when the previous ones are wilted.

picking out the perfect flowers for you, not because it was a specific occasion.. it was only because he simply wanted to. he walks down the street while he just observes the bouquet, wondering if you'd like them the way he expected you to.

much to his pleasure, you were over the moon when he handed you the bouquet. “taesan-ah, you didnt have to!” you say as you breathe in the sweet scent of the flowers, accompanied with a satisfied hum. he just smiles, “but i did, i hope you like them.”

you did notice though that there was an awkward empty spot in the bouquet, though you brushed it off. “you’re probably just over observing things.” you thought to yourself. placing the flowers in a vase, smiling gently at the sight. 

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taesan smiles to himself as he walks into the dorm, a singular flower in hand. yeah, he kept one flower from the bouquet to know when to get you new ones once these ones had wilted. he gently placed it in a vase whilst smiling to himself. 

a few days later, taesan was walking out of the shower. ruffling his wet, red hair with a towel to dry it. “taesan hyung!” woonhak calls out. his head peeked from a corridor of the dorm, curious as to what woonhak was talking about. “what?” he replies. “the flower you brought! its dying!” he claims. 

taesan walks over to the vase, seeing a few of the petals had fallen onto the table he set them on. “ah.. i need to get her new ones.” he murmurs to himself. woonhak looks confused, “what do you mean new ones? why did you just have one pathetic flower anyways..” woonhak’s voice was filled with curiosity as to why his dear hyung kept a singular flower.

“i picked one out from y/n’s bouquet, so when this one dies i know hers does too.” taesan said calmly as he grabbed the flower to discard it. woonhak processes his words for a few moments, “OOOHHH!! I GET IT!” woonhak pauses, clearing his throat. “.. so you're gonna get her new ones now, right?” he questions. 

taesan replies with a silent nod. the silence gave everything woonhak needed to know, “alright then hyung! good luck with that!” he says as he goes downstairs, humming a random melody to himself. 

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taesan finds himself in the florist shop yet again. he browses through the various different types of flowers as he picks some out and pays. walking out of the shop, the door closing behind him with the faint sounds of the bells attached to the door. he walks down the street, making his way to your apartment.

lounging on your couch, engrossed in a new k-drama series you’ve been binge watching. an interesting moment unraveling, only for it to be interrupted with the soft knocks on your door. you basically groan as you pause the series, walking to the door. you twist the doorknob, ready to tell off whoever was disturbing your k-drama marathon– “taesan?”

all the frustration melted away when your eyes met his. your gaze then wandered and landed on the bouquet of flowers he was holding. you look behind, back into your apartment, realizing that the flowers he had gotten last time had died and wilted. you then looked back at him, a little puzzled. 

“woah! you– you knew just when the other flowers died?” you say in awe. he smiles at your reaction, it was then when he realized that it was all worth it if he got to see that spark in your eyes.

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