taesanluv3r

[taesanluv3r]

hey guys sorry for not being active 😭 i have a j*b rn so im being empl*yed and ad*lting 💔💔💔 but im off today so i might write something later !! theres a request sitting in my inbox rn tht i rlly wanna write so...no promises tho 😭😭 we will see

[taesanluv3r]

sometimes i see fics that are so eerily similar to my own works and it makes me overthink 😭 like ik it's easy for writers to write abt similar concepts and plots but sometimes it's just so freakishly similar that im like ??? 😭

[taesanluv3r]

I MISS U OMG LIKE GURL WHERE DID U GO LIKEEEE ILYYY

HI LMAOAOAOAO sorry i literally disappeared 😭 i have sm fic ideas and stuff but i havent been motivated to write at allllllll today's fic was lowkey a miracle cause i was abt to give up halfway 😭😭 anyways hopefully i'll be active again!! ty guys for sticking around thooo ilyylylylylyl 😚😚😚😚😚

[taesanluv3r]

a warm welcome

han taesan x reader

established relationship. it's implied that yn is also an idol. kind of suggestive ending (?) but no actual smut. cutesy. lowercase intended, & pls ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! enjoyy

wc: 1,678

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taetnyangi 🐈‍⬛

boarding the flight, see u soon darling

i’ll come straight to ur dorm yeah?

you

oki!! see u soon :3

uk my key code right? if i fall asleep just walk in and then lock the door

taetnyangi 🐈‍⬛

yup, love you ❤️

you

ily2, safe flight 💓

read, 8.05 pm

౨ৎ 1.15 am

taesan sighs as he sleepily walks out of the company car, saying bye to his group-mates who stayed in the vehicle to go back to their own dorm building. the boy lets out a quiet yawn as he enters the elevator, blinking twice to fix his sight as the door opened on the sixteenth floor. he drags his feet all the way to end of the hallway, stopping right by the final door. her door.

he smiles, wondering if she had even tried to stay awake late enough to greet him on his arrival after being apart for the past month while he was on tour. taesan kept his thoughts short though, not wanting to prolong the wait any longer as he hastily pushed down on the buttons of the key-pad lock above her door, eyebrows furrowing as he carefully recalled the passcode; her birth date.

with a single click sound, the piece that separates him from the cool air of her company-provided apartment came unlocked, a warm grin creeping against his face as he took in the dark atmosphere.

‘the lights are off, she’s probably asleep’

locking the door behind him, taesan simultaneously takes his shoes off and turns on the entrance lights. he jumps in shock at the unexpected figure standing before him.

a doll. more specifically, the stuffed monkey he had won her at an arcade many dates ago. the plush toy was oddly large, it's size resembling that of a tiny toddler. it sat on the floor before him, in its tiny plush hands a white-board with words scribbled on it in black temporary marker.

“your girlfriend is asleep already, she’s tired. but!!! welcome back!”

followed by a large and slightly deformed heart.

the boy lets out a laugh, picking up the doll and the white-board before making his way towards her bedroom. the door wasn’t closed properly, making it easier for him to make his silent entrance. the lights were off but the peak of the outside world that seeped through the tiny space between her curtains made sight for him to see. taesan's eyes softened, a smile he could not hold back forming on his rather cold complexion as he stood there and stared for a moment. she was curled up against the sheets, eyelashes grazing lightly against her skin as she breathed into her slumber.

not wanting to ruin her peace, the boy spots the marker on her bed-side table. he grabs it, using one end to erase the sweet message she had left him before and then the other end to jot down a new one for her. he placed the monkey beside her on the bed, the white-board back in its arms as he slowly bent down to press a soft kiss against her head. when her eyebrows furrowed and her head shifted deeper into the pillows he smiled and walked away.

yn turns in her bed, the slight sloppiness of his lips placed against her head waking her up from dreamland. the girl squints her eyes, expecting to be met with her boyfriend’s gleaming face but instead being greeted by her plush doll. she got up slightly to read the message he had left, letting out a sleepy yawn in the process.

“taking a shower, go back to sleep darling”

in the worst hand-writting known to man that it was a shock the sleepy girl could even comprehend it.

obliging, yn set the white-board aside, grabbing the stuffed toy and turning over to face the other side and fall asleep once again.

taesan finished drying his hair, thankful (and shocked that it even worked) for the ‘less-noise hair dryer’ his girlfriend had impulsively bought during some huge discount sale the shop was holding on its online forum. the boy finishes up in the bathroom, making sure the sink and shower were turned off properly before walking back into the bedroom.

he noticed the disappearance of the stuffed toy and the message he had left earlier, smiling idiotically to himself as he notices the change in her sleeping position as well. she had turned to face the wall, juxtaposing the way her face faced him when he had walked in the first time.

he checked all the lights in the small apartment once more before crawling under the sheets beside her. the warmth of her presence and the thick weighted blanket immediately engulfed his entire build. taesan wrapped his arms around the girl at last, carefully pulling her closer to his chest. awoken by the sudden warmth, yn hums as she turns back around once more. wordlessly snuggling into his embrace as he pressed yet another kiss to her head, and then another to her cheek.

“how was the flight?” she asked softly, voice raspy from her slumberful state. “good. i missed you” he responds. “me too” she mumbles, her words getting lost into another yawn.

and they were off to sleep.

౨ৎ 7.54 am

“mm” yn mumbles as she begins to wake. a yawn faltering out of her mouth as she rubs her head against the surface of her boyfriend’s chest that she laid on. the girl smiles softly as she looks up to see him fast asleep still. his hair's a mess and his mouth slightly agape as he let out simple breaths. she's taken aback, however, when his still expression had turned itself into a warry smirk.

“what'cha starin’ at darling?”

his deep and croaky morning voice, a voice she hadn’t heard in a while, since he was on tour in japan, sent shivers down her spine. the coolness of the air conditioner doing nothing to stop the goosebumps from forming against her skin.

“hm?” he hummed, starting to open up his own eyes to look at her. “i missed you so much” she says, feeling a sudden shyness wash over her body. instinctively, yn hides her reddened cheeks against him, only causing him to laugh at her bashfulness. the boy moves his arms, reaching over to fish her head out of his side. his middle and pointer fingers pressed below her chin as his thumb grazed over her chin and her lips. her lips that remained rosy and plump from the strawberry scented lip scrub she had done the night before.

“you're so pretty, darling” taesan says, tucking some of the loose strands of her hair behind her ear and cupping one side of her face lovingly. she smiles and giggles as he continues to shower her with a billion more compliments.

their laughs come to a halt as he stops and stares deeply into her large eyes. and then finally, after the long wait, the pair leans in for a passionate and loving kiss.

it lasts a while, their noses bumping against each other as they did so. stopping only when they both ran short of breath. yn looks up to see her boyfriend staring at her once again. except this time, there was something different about his eyes.

“what's up?”

her question is ignored as the boy moves to hover his body over her smaller one. he leans in to press a sensual and sloppy kiss against her neck and then whispers into her ear.

“what time do you have to be at the company today?”

she sighs before even thinking of a response, “like…at nine thir-”

that was all he needed to hear before cutting her off with yet another kiss. her hands instinctively went up to wrap around his neck, the both of them moving in sync to get into a more comfortable position. taesan's teeth dug into her bottom lip, inflicting a gasp from her and his tongue slipped right in. the so-called loving kiss was more of a sloppy make-out session now as his hand went down to run all over her body.

the otherwise silent room was soon met with the sounds of flesh, sweat, and their awfully hidden sounds of love. the clothes they had on, now discarded somewhere on the floors of her bedroom and their slumberful innocence long gone as their bodies danced through young lust against her bed-sheets.

౨ৎ 8.30 am

“ugh” taesan sighs, slumping back down onto the bed. yn does the same, using the strength she had left to roll into his bare chest. his arm came to wrap around her figure, hand stroking her hair as the couple started to catch their breaths.

“mm, i've missed you” she smiles, satisfied with how her morning had been spent. he chuckles in agreement before letting out an exhausted yawn. yn reaches her arm out to grab her phone, unlocking it to check on her notifications. in the process she is hit with the sense of time, sighing in annoyance as she tosses her phone away to her side and then looking up at him.

“i have to get ready and go to the company soon” she mumbles, words muffled up against the blanket as she curls back inside its comfortable embrace. taesan groans, caging her dramatically into his arms once more. “can't you get in a little late today?” he almost pleads, pressing kisses against her shoulders. “hm…” he shoots her a dumb pair of puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to win her over.

and usually it didn't work but...

“fuck it, i'm sure manager-nim will understand”

౨ৎ 9.56

manager-nim 🤓

yn where are you?

you were supposed to be here like half an hour ago??

oh i just got word that taesan-ssi arrived last night...

you know what fine i'll let it slide but only because you haven't seen him in a while…

be safe please 🙏🙏 and be here by 3 LATEST!

have fun 😉😉😉

delivered, 9.59 am

the end.

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LOLLLLL the ending is so silly 😭 anyways hey guys...long time no see hehe HOPE U ENJOYED THIS FIC TT sorry for being so ia, ive been insanely unmotivated 💔 love u guys, i'll try to upload more often again. love, kona.

[taesanluv3r]

OH MY GOSHHH this is my first time seeing an indonesian onedoor on tumblr!! aku juga orang indo kaakkk heheeee mutualan yukk 🤍🤍

HIIII TWIN OMGGG 😈😈 this one indonesia no engles no usa 🇮🇩🇮🇩🔥🔥🔥 HEHEHEHEH salam kenal yaaa :3

[taesanluv3r]

han taesan x reader [fluff, fem!reader]

a/n: this is totally inspired by @rikivsco’s taesan bf headcanons!!! the point of reader w/ his family just plagued me and i HAD to write this

12:44 - “hey dad,” taesan said, placing the call on speaker and chucking his phone on the bed in front of him.

“dongmin-ah! how are you doing? what are you up to now?”

“i’m good. i don’t have any practise until this evening so i’m just chilling with my girlfriend right now,” taesan answered, picking at his nails as he spoke.

“oh, y/n?”

taesan scoffed, breathing out a laugh, “no, my other girlfriend. yes of course it’s y/n, dad.”

“hi, mr.han!” you smiled, trying to make a good first impression through your voice alone.

“oh, hello! you must be y/n, i’ve heard so much about you!”

“oh really?” you giggled, “well i have to know what’s being said about me behind my back.”

taesan’s dad chuckled, “just the most smitten i’ve ever seen my son. he phoned me minutes after your first date, smiling the whole time, he was gushing and—”

“alright, alright, that’s enough,” your boyfriend spoke, embarrassed.

you laughed, crashing into taesan’s side as he opened an arm to cuddle you close, both of you staring down at the phone. “no! no! go on, please mr. han.”

“please, call me dad,” he spoke, taesan biting back a smile at the moment. “i hear you like rock music, y/n?”

“oh yeah, i love it! that’s kind of how me and dongmin got talking to be honest,” you said, ending up on a long tangent of talking about how you first met, and your favourite bands.

“oh, well you know i love the beatles. so much it rubbed off on our dongmin-ie, too! but have you ever heard of sanullim? if you like soft rock, you’ll love them.”

“oh no! but i’ll check them out, definitely!”

the two of you spoke for almost 40 minutes, without realising the time gone by, before you got a message from your friend.

13:25 - ‘you on your way?🥹’

glancing at your phone, you gasped, “oh f–god!”

“what?” taesan asked, leaning over to his phone and glancing at the time, “oh f– jeez. you need to go.”

“okay, um, i’ll message you later, dongmin-ie, okay? it was so nice to speak to you, dad! i’m so looking forward to meeting you!” you exclaimed, quickly gathering up your stuff as taesan smiled softly.

“yes, you have to come down to gwangju soon! soon! okay? our daughter-in-law,” taesan’s dad cooed as you chuckled politely, trying to hide your delight at his words.

taesan went into space at his dad’s words, imagination running wild, before being snapped out his daze by your lips.

“gotta run,” you smiled, “bye, minnie.”

“bye, love,” he smiled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before watching you leave, “sorry, dad, she has class. starts in half an hour and it takes her the same amount of time to get there.”

taesan’s dad waved it off, before the two men fell silent in thought.

“she calls you dongmin,” he spoke, taesan laughing slightly at his dad’s words.

“yeah, she always does,” he shook his head, dismissively, “has done since our first date. to be fair, i introduced myself as dongmin.”

“yeah but, even now,” his dad said, wistfully, “even the boys call you taesan. but i can tell she… she knows you.”

“so…” taesan trailed off, heart beating nervously as his mouth ran dry, why was he so nervous? “do you… do you like her?”

his dad laughed, “i’m not joking with what i say to her, dongmin. you two need to come down to gwangju as soon as you can!”

“we will,” taesan smiled, “do you think mum will like her? and seunghoon, and the baby?”

“i think she’s perfect, dongmin-ah,” his dad said, reassuring his son’s nervous heart, “i think she’ll fit right into the family.”

taesan nodded before remembering his dad couldn’t see him, “i’m so glad you think so, dad. cause– cause i think that this is… you know.”

“i know,” his dad smiled, glad to know his son was happy, and even happier to know he was thinking so seriously about your relationship, “i can sense it.”

[taesanluv3r]

I HAVE A RLLY GOOD FIC REQUEST IN MY ASKS RN BUT IM SO UNMOTIVATED SOMEONE PLS BREATHE MOTIVATION INTO MY LUNGS I NEED IT 💔💔 AND TO THE PERSON WHO SENT IT IN I PROMISE I WILL TRYYY TO GET IT OUT ASAP 😭😭😭 be patient w me pls...im trying to be motivated to write I SWEAR

[taesanluv3r]

i'd give you the stars (woonhak) — nav

synopsis — you and woonhak grew up side by side, but somewhere along the way, you grew into each other too.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ childhood friends to lovers

you’ve known woonhak for as long as you can remember.

he was the boy who moved in two doors down the summer you turned eight, all scraped knees and sunburned cheeks, lugging a cardboard box that was almost bigger than him. you watched him from your front porch, popsicle melting down your hand, curiosity tugging at you until you couldn’t help but wave.

he waved back.

and that was it—a single, clumsy hello that stretched into years of sleepovers, secret codes, and promises whispered into the night air.

you grew up tangled in each other’s worlds, a thousand little moments blurring into something you couldn’t name back then. he was the one who held your hand the first time you snuck into the woods behind your neighborhood. the one who helped you build a treehouse out of old planks. the one who carried your books when your backpack broke and laughed when you threatened to punch him for teasing you.

woonhak has always been there.

always.

but lately… it feels different.

you notice it one lazy afternoon in late spring. the two of you are sprawled out in the grass behind his house, a soft breeze lifting strands of your hair, the sky stretching wide and endless above you.

he’s talking—about school, about the summer plans he keeps making and remaking—and you’re listening, you swear you are, but it’s hard to focus when the sunlight keeps catching the angles of his face just right. when his smile, familiar as your own heartbeat, suddenly feels like something dangerous.

you look away quickly, pretending to pluck at the grass beside you.

you don’t know when it changed.

you only know it has.

you start noticing everything.

the way his voice drops when he says your name. the way he remembers exactly how you like your eggs without asking. the way he looks at you sometimes—like he’s memorizing you without meaning to.

it’s terrifying.

and it’s thrilling.

and it’s hopeless.

because he’s your best friend.

because you’re scared to lose him.

because you’re not sure he could ever feel the same way.

you try to bury it—the flutter in your chest, the stupid, impossible hope. you try to be the same version of yourself you’ve always been around him.

but it gets harder every day.

especially today.

today, woonhak drags you to a street festival downtown, claiming you’ve both been “too boring lately” and need “serious fun therapy.” he says it with that bright, reckless grin of his, the one that’s always been your undoing.

you don’t even put up a fight.

the streets are alive with music and laughter, colorful banners fluttering from every lamppost. food stalls line the sidewalks, filling the air with the warm, dizzying smell of roasted corn, sweet pastries, and fried everything.

woonhak buys you a lemonade without asking and immediately steals a sip, wrinkling his nose when it’s too sour. you laugh and shove him playfully, and he catches your wrist without thinking, his fingers warm against your skin.

you freeze.

so does he.

for a heartbeat, the world tilts—the music fades, the crowds blur—and it’s just the two of you, tethered together by a touch so small it shouldn’t mean anything.

but it does.

he lets go first, clearing his throat and mumbling something about finding the games.

you follow him, heart pounding.

you tell yourself you’re imagining it.

you have to be imagining it.

the sun sinks lower, painting the sky in streaks of pink and orange. you end up at a booth lined with prizes—giant stuffed animals, glittering keychains, tiny glass bottles filled with sand.

woonhak stops, studying the shelves.

“you want something?” he asks, voice easy.

you shake your head, but he’s already fishing coins out of his pocket.

“too bad,” he says, flashing a grin. “you deserve a prize for putting up with me today.”

you watch, half amused, half horrified, as he attempts the ring toss. he’s terrible—truly, hilariously terrible—but he’s determined, tongue poking out slightly in concentration.

on the fifth try, somehow, he wins.

he picks the prize without hesitation: a small, delicate charm shaped like a star.

he hands it to you with a crooked smile, a little sheepish. “thought it looked like you.”

you stare at it, too stunned to speak for a second.

it’s nothing. it’s everything.

you close your fingers around the charm carefully, holding it like it might break.

“thank you,” you whisper, voice barely audible over the noise.

woonhak shrugs, but there’s a flush creeping up his neck.

“you’re welcome,” he says, and then, after a pause, quieter, “you deserve all the stars, you know.”

you don’t know how your heart survives that.

later, when the festival winds down and the sky is a deep velvet blue, he suggests one last stop: the rooftop of the parking garage overlooking the city.

you climb the stairs together, your shoulders brushing now and then. neither of you moves away.

the rooftop is almost empty. the city stretches out below you, glittering and alive, the river snaking through it like silver.

woonhak sits down, legs dangling over the edge. he pats the spot next to him without looking at you.

you sit.

you sit so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

for a while, neither of you says anything.

it’s not uncomfortable. it’s never uncomfortable with him.

but tonight, the silence feels heavier. charged.

you toy with the charm still tucked into your palm, its edges pressing into your skin.

“hey,” he says suddenly, voice rougher than usual.

you turn to look at him—and find him already looking at you.

his eyes are serious, shining under the city lights.

“can i tell you something?” he asks.

you nod, afraid to speak.

he laughs under his breath, a little shaky. “i’m scared.”

you blink. “of what?”

he bites his lip, glancing out at the city, then back at you.

“of ruining this,” he says. “ruining us.”

your heart stutters.

he takes a breath, steadying himself.

“but if i don’t say it,” he continues, “i think i’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

you barely breathe.

“i like you,” he says simply. “more than a friend. way more.”

the world slows.

the stars tilt.

and in the quiet between heartbeats, you realize he’s been feeling it too.

all along.

you reach for his hand without thinking, fingers curling into his.

he looks down at your joined hands like he’s afraid he’s dreaming.

you squeeze gently.

“me too,” you whisper.

the relief on his face is almost painful to look at.

he laughs, soft and disbelieving, and then he’s pulling you closer, wrapping you in a hug so tight you can feel the way he’s trembling.

you bury your face in his shoulder, breathing him in—the smell of soap and sugar and something purely, unmistakably him.

you stay like that for a long time, swaying slightly, the city a blur around you.

when you finally pull back, he cups your face in his hands, searching your eyes.

“can i-?”

you don’t let him finish.

you lean in and kiss him.

it’s clumsy, your noses bumping, teeth clicking slightly—but it’s perfect. it’s years of friendship, of trust, of love spilling over.

it’s everything you didn’t know you were waiting for.

he kisses you back, laughing a little against your lips, and you realize you’re crying.

he wipes the tears away with his thumbs, smiling so wide it hurts.

“wow” he says, that goofy smile on his lips.

you laugh, shaky and breathless.

"you're making it weird."

he kisses you again, slow and sure, like a promise.

the next morning, woonhak shows up at your door with a single daisy clutched in his hand, looking sheepish and ridiculously proud of himself.

“for you,” he says, cheeks pink.

you take the flower, laughing as you pull him inside.

you spend the whole day doing nothing—eating cereal straight from the box, watching terrible movies, building a blanket fort like you’re still kids.

except now, he kisses you whenever he wants.

except now, you belong to each other in a way you always dreamed of but never dared to hope for.

as the sun sets, you curl up beside him, tracing lazy patterns on his arm.

“you know,” he says, voice muffled against your hair, “you’re still my best friend.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“good,” you say. “because you’re still my best friend.”

he grins, pulling you even closer.

“i wouldn’t want it any other way.”

and you know, with absolute certainty, that neither would you.

[taesanluv3r]

just a sleepless night.

han taesan x reader

a sleepless night w taesan & yn, making up scenarios, taesan has baby fever lol thought of this while reading through taesan's weverse replies last night <3 lowercase is intended. pls ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes! enjoyy

wc: 1,174

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"psst...hey...darling, you awake?"

yn ln shifts under the covers, turning over to face the boy who was whispering into her ear. "yeah...what's up?" she asks, voice just as quiet. "nothing...i just can't sleep, and since you're moving around so much i just assumed you couldn't either" han taesan says, smiling softly as his girlfriend's face came into view, her features clear to his eyes thanks to the hint of light that escaped from the crack of her bathroom door - she couldn't sleep in full darkness, not that she could sleep right now anyways.

yn hummed, scooting closer to him. "yeah...can't sleep...what should we do?" she asks, a hand reaching out to stroke the blonde-ish strands out of his face. "we could just...talk? i don't know" taesan's voice is breathy, with a slight rasp - being that they were so late into the night. "yeah, let's do that" she replied, her fingers still dancing in his hair. "what do you want to talk about, sanie?"

the boy grunted slightly as he moved to lay fully on his back, prompting her to do the same just centimeters beside him. they stared up at the ceiling now, unconsciously giggling at the unevenly placed glow in the dark stars that scattered against it.

"why do you even have these stars up? they barely glow" he says, head tilting to the side, pressing up against hers. "i begged my dad to put them up there when i was like six years old...i just can't reach high enough to take them down" her eyes glisten with the fondness of her childhood memories, dimples seeping into her skin as she smiled.

"were you always afraid of the dark?" taesan moved again, laying on his side to face her; she still laid on her back. yn nods, "mhm...it was worse as a kid though...my parents took turns staying with me till i fell asleep so i wouldn't be scared" the boy sighs, "and now i'm the one doing that for you" she rolls her eyes, "hey, you're only staying over here because my parents are gone for a week, okay?!" she scoffs, jokingly slapping his chest. "otherwise i wouldn't have to be sharing my bed with a giant like you" - "well you wouldn't be if you weren't so scared of being alone!"

silence took over for a moment.

"later...in the future, when we have a daughter..." the boy starts, prolonging his words out of sudden shyness. "mhm..." the girl follows, turning her gaze towards him and signalling for him to continue. "...i wonder what she'll be like..." he trails off, head going to space. yn giggles, "nothing like when you were a kid, i hope".

taesan shoots her a nasty glare, one she could only sort of see with the lack of a brighter light present. "but you know what they say, darling...the daughter is always the most similar to her dad" his voice is shaky as he speaks while stretching his arms out, wrapping them around her body and pulling her towards his chest. "that's true...i mean i'm practically just a mini version of my dad...shit...still, hope she's less of a handful than you were, though" the boy laughs, pressing a kiss to the girl's head. she smiles at him, drawing mindless shapes against the thin cloth of his t-shirt.

"any name ideas? you know, for our beloved daughter" he raised an eyebrow, and she nods enthusiastically - well, as enthusiastic as she could be at this hour. "i really love the name vivienne" taesan's eyes sparkled, "oh, i like that...han vivienne..." yn blushed at his words. she's imagined all kinds of stuff like this before, but the fact that he was just as into it as she were made her stomach turn and heart pound out of her chest.

"you okay?" the boy's sudden inquiry takes her by surprise. "yeah, why?" he just smirks, leaning over so that his eyes were leveled with her own. "nothing...i just, i could feel your heart beating just now...is it this conversation? does it make your heart race?" something about the way he spoke; so taunting, yet there was a hint of genuine concern laced within his teasing tone. yn gulps, "yeah, honestly..." she pauses, thinking of what to say, but he speaks for her.

"yeah, me too"

taesan laid on his back again for the nth time, scratching the back of his head before it made contact with her soft pillow. "i can't wait to meet our daughter...our vivienne...hope she looks like me" yn laughed at the excitement evident in his complexion as she moved to lay against his chest again. "it'd be kind of weird if she didn't look like you, sanie...i mean you are her father" he chuckles, nodding his head in agreement.

"we won't be meeting her any time soon, though...so don't get your hopes up - we can wait till after i finish uni...maybe" he pouts, "what do you mean maybe? do you not want to have a little family with me?" she rolls her eyes at his dramatics, playfully pinching his nose the way her mother used to when she was a kid. "ow! that hurt" taesan whines and it makes her wonder, why on earth she was dating a giant baby?

"you're so mean to me, darling...can't you kiss the pain away?" the boy has on a wide smirk now, laughing at the look of disbelief on her face. "you're so annoying...how do you expect to have a kid when you still act like one?" he rolls his eyes, pulling her up and closer by her waist. "i promise to stop if you kiss me"

who was she to say no to that?

the girl leans in, her lips crashing softly onto his. the boy's hands roam around her back, scrunching up the fabric of her t-shirt. they parted for a second, just to catch their breaths. "you promise to stay with me, right? till the day we get married, till the day we meet our vivienne?" she's confused as to why he was getting so incredibly sappy and loving at the moment, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. "hurry up and promise me, i need to know before we start kissing again" he whines, hands remaining stationed on her hips. she smiles, "i promise"

han taesan grins with his teeth and all, pulling her back into his embrace as their mouths looked for each other's. the silence of the room at this hour was replaced by the happy sighs that escaped from their kiss. they were happy to be here, they were glad they couldn't sleep that night. as the kiss got deeper and more passionate, yn ln suddenly lets go with her eyebrows furrowed.

"what's wrong, darling?" he asked, seriously worried. she just shook her head, giggling softly. "nothing...it's just..." she trails off, amused by the horrified look on his face.

"what if we end up having a son?"

...

"let's just hope we don't cause that kid's definitely gonna be a handful"

the end.

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i want girl dad taesan 💔💔💔💔💔 im not ready for taesan & hakie content w kids again im too unwell and crazy for that 💔💔💔 anyways i hope u liked this fic <3 love u always pls send reqs bcs idk what to write anymore 😭 love, kona.

[taesanluv3r]

somethin' stupid

kim leehan x reader

popular boy kim leehan is actually a huge jazz nerd and hangs out with his friends at a karaoke bar. there, he performs an unexpected duet with the quiet girl he recognizes from his art class, yn ln. lowercase intended. pls ignore any grammatical errors/spelling mistakes! enjoy <3

wc: 3,856

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and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like...

the jazzy music coming from the live band seeped in through kim leehan's ears as he enters the bar with his group of friends. he smiles sweetly, waving at the few people that recognized him as he passed by. "well if it isn't my favourite boy! let me guess, you want your usual spot, mister popular?" jiho, the familiar host of the family-friendly bar who acts as an older brother figure for the boy, greeted happily, earning a nod in response.

the group is led to their designated spot - possibly the best spot in the house - only the best for the bar's favourite regulars. see, despite being the most sought after guy in school, leehan prefers to lay low for the most part. he knows what he likes, and he doesn't want to change that just because of his popularity. this jazz bar for instance, is the greatest example of the boy's simple habits.

he had been going there since middle school, when he discovered that he not only loved the genre, but also enjoyed singing along to the tunes. and when his parents overheard his beautiful rendition of frank sinatra's my way from the shower, they took him to this bar for the very first time. that's when he fell in love. he fell in love with the music, with the live acoustics, and of course, with their karaoke sessions. he liked that it was chill over there. the music wasn't bass boosted into his ears, the people that went there weren't rowdy, and best of all, it was an escape from the party-animal type of crowd he was used to being associated with at school. since then, the boy had began hanging out there with his closest friends, earning him a designated table with the best view of the stage.

"and now...the best few hours of your life...it's open karaoke time! now's your chance to show off your talent - get up on stage and let the band know what song to play"

the announcement blaring out of the host's microphone caused a sea of goosebumps to form on the surface of leehan's skin. he always looked forward to karaoke nights, even if he didn't feel like singing some days. he loved watching other people perform just as much as he loved performing himself.

"you singing tonight, bro?" taesan, one of his best friends who sat beside him, asked as he took a sip from his iced americano. the boy shrugged, "don't know yet...i might...we'll see the vibes" he replies, stroking a hand through his blonde hair. "i know i am!" sungho, who sat on one end of the round-ish couch, chimed in, earning a chorus of groans and whines of we know you will's from the other boys.

the group quieted down a bit, enjoying their snacks and drinks as they watched a couple strangers get up on the stage to sing alongside the bar's live band. over time, the place started to fill with more and more people, the indistinct chatter harmonizing with the music.

"so how's it going tonight, guys?" jiho, the host from before, asked as he made his way to the group's table. "good, as always - especially these chicken wings, best addition to the menu ever!" woonhak cheers with half a drumstick still in his mouth. the guys share a laugh, "you're not singing tonight, bro?" the question is directed towards leehan, who was still contemplating on what to do. "can't you force him to? we've been trying to get him to sing all night...but he's being weirdly shy" jaehyun whines, a faux pout evident on his face. jiho chuckles, "c'mon bro! sing one song - who knows, maybe you'll get noticed tonight..." leehan looks at him confused, "like by a record label?" the older guy rolls his eyes, "sure! or maybe...by a girl? i mean c'mon how is mister popular still single?!" the others giggle, watching the way the blonde's ears turned a bright shade of red.

"yeah, we wonder that too...i mean, it's not like he doesn't have a billion girls wanting him..." riwoo says, crossing his arms across his chest as if he were disappointed. "yeah, he literally has so many options and just chooses to be single...like? make it make sense" taesan butts in, scoffing with a smirk. "it's not that i choose to be single. it's just that...the girls who go after me aren't exactly...my type" the so-called mister popular states, pouting out of habit at his pestering group of friends. jiho laughs again, "my point still stands, brother...you're in your zone right now! get on that stage...maybe your type - whoever it may be - is here waiting for you!" his words make the two sides of leehan's brain start to debate.

"whatever you choose though, better hurry while the stage is empty - only a matter of time before someone else is up there singing your favourite songs"

after another minute or so, the blonde boy gets up from his seat, the eyes of his five friends following him as he moves to get onto the stage. they watch as he converses with the band members, probably telling them what song he was planning on singing. he was smiling, laughing at something the drummer said before a look of surprise made it's way to his face. no one could make out what he was saying due to the distance between them and the stage, but judging from the way his mouth moved he said something along the lines of:

"what?! why!? how will i sing(?) then?!"

the boys stared at the stage confused as their mister popular continued to talk with the band. they watched as he began nodding rapidly, giving a quick thumbs up before turning around to face the audience. leehan grabbed the microphone from off of it's stand, clearing his throat once before he started to speak. "hey guys! so um...the song i usually sing is a duet - and i usually sing it with the female singer of this band- shout out to her! but um...she's sick right now and won't be able to sing with me so if anyone out there wants to sing with me please get on the stage...heh" the boy rambles and stutters, suddenly feeling way too seen and way too nervous. "oh! and the song is somethin' stupid...by frank and nancy sinatra...so...if anyone wants to...yeah" his friends almost die from second hand embarrassment, laughing as they watched the usually calm kim leehan start to sweat and shake on the stage.

"this is a once in a lifetime chance to duet with mister popular, guys! don't miss out!" jiho, who had a mic of his own, says with a look of pity - in an attempt to help the poor guy.

the boy gulped as he scanned the room for any sign of a sweet stranger that would save his ego and just sing with him, but to no avail. he sighed, starting to wonder if he should just walk off the stage and go straight home.

"she'll do it!" a loud voice cuts off the silent atmosphere of the bar, causing all eyes to look for it's source. a tall girl with long black hair, she had the biggest smile on her face as she repeatedly pointed towards her friend that sat beside her; a shy looking girl with her hands covering her face in embarrassment. she began to shake her head profusely, waving her hands in front of her face in refusal. the black haired girl put up a strong front though, practically pushing her friend off of the couch and towards the stage. "alright! get up here then!" the host cheered, hyping her up as she shyly walks over, a round of applause filling the room.

by the time she was on the stage, her hands that were covering her face had moved to hold onto the mic. leehan had on a warm and friendly smile, trying to make out what she looked like but having a hard time doing so as she kept facing the ground below them. she looked familiar though, he was sure he'd seen her somewhere before.

"why don't you introduce yourself?" the host asked, trying to build up her confidence before she had to start singing. "um..." her voice was soft, just a decibel above a whisper, and it trembled slightly as she spoke. "my name is..." the blonde boy beside her listened intently, impatient to know who she was. "my name is yn ln" - that was it!

yn! the girl that sat at the very back of his art class at school - she never really spoke, but he knew her from her art. she was the best at it, her paintings and other works always being displayed on their school's art walls.

"well, yn! let's see if you have what it takes to duet with our very own jazz king-" jiho is cut off by an elbow to his gut and a glare of warning from the blonde boy. "ow! anyways, the stage is all yours" the host walks off the elevated floor, nodding at the pair of strangers to signal that it was their turn to entertain the crowd.

"you ready?" leehan asked, smiling softly at the girl who was very evidently nervous. yn nods, "mhm, ready when you are", returning his smile with one that was just as sweet. the boy turns to signal the band.

"ladies and gentlemen...this is somethin' stupid"

the song begins with a soft melody, the live band setting a romantic mood into the atmosphere. leehan and yn share a glance, nodding along to the beat, awaiting their cue. the boy watched as her eyes closed for a moment, her movements fluid as she swayed softly - all signs of her previous nervousness gone as she lost herself to the music. and then they sang.

"i know i stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me..." a gasp is heard from somewhere in the audience as they sung, eyes staring at them in awe as their voices blended seamlessly with each others. "and if we go someplace to dance, i know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me..." yn opens her eyes, locking them with his as their smiles seeped into the song. "then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two..." the climax of the verse is about to hit, the pair's legs guiding them unconsciously closer to one another. her eyes shut closed again, lips pressed against the microphone. he stares at her, in a trance he's never experienced before. "and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, i love you"

they were far too lost in their duet to tell, but as they performed together on stage the rest of the bar started to get hot; their chemistry so warm and electrifying that every other person in the room could feel the sweet, romantic tension that escaped through their opened mouths as they sang. the boy's group of friends locked eyes with the girl's singular friend, signalling her with their eyes to come and join them at their table. she obliged, taking a seat on their couch and continuing to watch the lovely performance happening in front of them.

it's that point in the song right before the end where the band breaks into an instrumental. the guests of the jazz bar watched as the pair began to dance with each other - having seemingly forgotten about the audience. yn's eyes glistened with glee as she took the boy's opened hand, giggling softly as she twirled in circles, landing just about two inches away from him for the final verse. leehan smiled, a genuine one that reached his crescent shaped eyes as he lifted the mic up to his mouth again. his hand still holding onto hers as they gazed deep into each other.

"the time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue..." they harmonized, standing still in their spots. "and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, i love you" his voice is deep and hers is higher, the perfect combination as they utter the final refrain. "i love you..." they repeated over and over. on the surface, it seemed as though they were just completing a mindless duet. simply mimicking the lyrics to a tune they both loved. deep down though, a strange feeling bubbled up in the depths of their beating hearts - almost as if they meant to say every single word.

"...i love you"

their voices faded out along with the band's instruments, a moment of silence filling the room before it was replaced with a chorus of cheers and applause. the pair had returned from la la land, gasping in shock as they were reminded of the crowd of people in the bar with them. feeling a surge of confidence she had never felt before, yn bowed dramatically to the audience, standing up straight again with a huge grin on her face. leehan did the same, bowing slightly with a look of pure pride.

"ladies and gentlemen, leehan and yn! what a beautiful performance. the chemistry was on point, you two" jiho reenters the stage, sending the pair off with a suggestive wink that they both decided to completely dismiss.

the boy and the girl drowned out the rest of the host's comments as they returned back to the floor below the elevated steps of the stage. leehan faced her with a smile, "you were really good out there...i didn't know you could sing like that - i mean, you're always so shy in school so-" he didn't get to finish, "you've seen me at school?! i mean - duh, i'm not invisible but...i mean, i never thought you of all people would notice me..." yn's words come out of her mouth fast in an attempt to hide the obvious pity in her voice. "what're you talking about?! it's kinda hard not to notice you when your incredible art is pasted all over the walls - i mean, you may not know it but me and the boys are always looking at them and wondering how the hell a human would be able to paint like that! woonhak thinks you might be an alien" his compliments make her cheeks flush, a giggle escaping her lips as she shakes her head. "no, i'm serious! you're incredible - er, i mean...you can paint, and it's no secret that you're smart too...and you're cute, and i mean you can sing too! you really got it all, huh..." leehan's voice quieted down towards the end, his mind suddenly going into deep thinking mode.

yn looked at him confused, "are you okay?" he shakes out of his thoughts, "huh? yeah! um...i should probably head back to my friends..." she nods along with him, "yeah me too- oh!...looks like my friend is over there with your friends now..." the boy furrows his eyebrows, snapping his head around in the direction she was pointing to, a look of disbelief in his face as he spots the group of boys sitting with the one girl. leehan sighs, "what are they up to now..." yn follows behind him closely as he makes his way to the table, his steps are strong and determined - she's clueless and curious.

"oh, lookie here! it's the smashing duet of the century!" jaehyun exclaims, arms up in the air excitedly. "you guys were awesome out there! i'm minju by the way, yn's best friend" the black haired girl speaks, reaching a hand out for the blonde boy to shake. he did so, then cleared his throat to reply. "nice to meet you, and thank you...but what are you doing sitting here, suddenly?" he didn't mean to sound rude or intruding, but the boy was genuinely curious as to how she ended up at the table with his friends. minju smiled, "they invited me over here while you guys were singing!" sungho chimes in after, "yeah, she was all alone so we told her to come sit here" leehan nods understandingly, "oh, that makes sense. could you make some room though guys, my leg's tired from standing up-" the boys don't let him finish.

"oh, sorry bro, i'm gonna stop you there. see, it's kind of tight over here but look! yn and minju's table from before is still empty and there's plenty of space for you two there!" one of them says, a shit-eating grin on his face. if it weren't for the fact that they were in public and he had a pretty cool girl standing beside him right now, leehan would've went ahead and punched that smug smirk right off of taesan's face; but we digress. "you guys go ahead over there, i'm perfectly fine here!" minju grins, just as sneakily as the boys surrounding her. yn rolls her eyes but smiles, "c'mon leehan, they obviously don't want us here and i'm thirsty, let's go" she says as she grabs the blonde boy's arm, dragging him away to their new seat as he flips his friends off in annoyance.

"those idiots..." he said, sticking a french fry into his mouth. the girl beside him laughs, "is it that bad being forced to sit with me?" she was joking, but for some reason the boy thought she meant it for real. "no! no! i...it's not that, i swear! i do like you - i mean, i like sitting with you" he stops talking when she breaks into a fit of laughter, the sound so sweet that it makes his heart skip a beat. "i was joking!...and i like sitting with you too...you're a lot different than i thought" he tilts his head to the side, "what do you mean?"

yn takes in a deep breath, "i don't know...i guess it's just that in school, you have this popular guy reputation and all the girls ever say about you is how hot and sexy you are and how you probably have a billion chicks lining up for you but-" leehan's gaze distracts her for a moment. "but...?" he asks, wanting her to continue. "but you're not like that at all, are you? i mean...you could be at that guy haruto's house party right now, getting shit faced with the rest of the school, but you're not. you're here. you're in a quiet karaoke jazz bar with your friends, listening to music, and singing duets with me - who, in case you weren't aware, is just a shy nobody at school"

there's a sparkle in the boy's eyes, a single tear threatening to trickle down his face. he's in another trance, and it's all her fault. "are...are you crying? was it something i said? i'm sorry, forget i said anything!" she rambles, trying to apologize for whatever reason but he just shakes his head. "no...it's just...you're the first person outside of my closest friends to ever say something like this to me...it's just...thank you" now her eyes held that same glow, her lips quivering to talk but not a single word came out.

the pair froze like that for a while. eyes locked in each other's, faces inches apart, and their heavy breaths matching up. "yn...i know we just truly met, but it feels like we've known each other for ages..." leehan spoke, his voice airy and light. "well, technically speaking we've known each other since middle school-" she doesn't get to speak anymore, interrupted by his three words that took her by surprise.

"i love you"

yn's eyes grow wide, words slurred as they stuttered out of her mouth. "what...?" her reaction was awkward, but for some reason that made the boy happy - a weird kind of giddy sensation engulfing his body like a hug. "i love you" he says again, full of confidence like he didn't have a single care in this world. it's only then when the confession hits her, her body fidgeting in realization. "can you hear me now? in case you didn't, what i said was that-" she nods enthusiastically, "i know, i know! you said, i love you...and...i think i do too" yn mumbles the last bit of her sentence, her head falling down to look at her hands, the ground, just anything but him.

leehan chuckles, his cold hand lightly tapping at her chin, lifting her head up to face him. "did you say something?" he asked, smug and prideful. yn sighs, rolling her eyes before scooching closer to him on the couch. they were just centimeters away now, they could feel each other's breaths grazing against their skin.

"i love you"

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"so what were guys talking about so seriously over there before?" riwoo asks.

the group of boys and the one girl had reunited with the pair, standing together outside the jazz bar. "you know...just some things..." leehan said, turning away and ignoring the annoyingly curious looks on his friends' faces. "and what things might those be?" minju asked, raising an eyebrow at yn who just shrugged the question away.

"hey, do you have a ride home?" the blonde boy asks the girl beside him, still ignoring their pestering friends. she shook her head, "i was just gonna go with minju to her house and get a cab from there, why?" he smiles, "i have a car, why don't i drop you home?" the girl opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted before she can even utter a word.

"hellooooooo! answer my question!" minju practically yells this time, the boys beside her backing her up with nods. "we told you, we talked about a lot of things!" yn replies, throwing her hands up in the air. "anyways, is it really okay for you to drop me home? i live kind of far" the boy nods, "not a problem at all, but we should get going before it gets too late so...when you lot are done staring at us let us know so we can leave!" he targets the end of his sentence to the group that was still looking at them in absolute disbelief.

"we'll stop staring and let you leave when you tell us what you were talking about before!" sungho whines, hands on his hips. "we talked about things! how many times do we have to tell you? let's go, yn...these guys won't budge" - "well, what things?!" woonhak groans, getting impatient, following behind them as the pair began to walk over to the blonde one's car.

kim leehan just laughs, opening the door on the passenger's side and letting yn ln in. "it doesn't matter...it was just..." he pauses, trying to think of something to say. that's when she butts in, putting an end to their friends' torment.

"it was just...somethin' stupid...that's all!"

the end.

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omg! i haven't written something this lengthy in a while ahhh! this scenario came to me while listening to this song in the car the other day hehe <3 i think it's rlly cute and im a sucker for anything jazz bar romance related lols. hope u guys liked it! love, kona.

tags: @saritahwang

[taesanluv3r]

guys im cooking

[taesanluv3r]

might write it soon but imagine leehan being pushed by his friends to sing at a karaoke jazz bar but the song he picked is a duet song and he needs a female singer to sing with him so then yn's friends force her to get up on stage and then they shyly sing a duet together but their chemistry on stage is so good that their friends notice and get together to set the two up and its all cutesy and omg this explanation sucks but TRUST i will turn this into a fic soon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[taesanluv3r]

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𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮

the door creaks open with the low thud of footsteps, and the moment you look up, there he is—tie slightly loosened, hair tousled, broad shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

he’s got his arms around you before you can even say hi, nose tucked into your shoulder, exhaling like the weight of the world just lifted.

you rub his back gently, and he only hugs you tighter. your hand reaches up to cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair. 

“tough day?”

he nods into the curve of your neck. “i missed you so much,” he mumbles, voice soft and muffled as he sways you slightly. “did you miss me?”

you chuckle under your breath. “you saw me this morning.”

“yeah,” he pouts, pulling back just enough to look at you, “but that was so many hours ago.”

your heart melts at the sincerity in his voice, and you let him hold you, swaying gently with him in the quiet. the only sound is the soft crackle of the chimney behind you, casting a warm glow across the room.

even when you pull away slightly to ask if he wants dinner, he tugs you right back in, mumbling into your shirt, “not yet. just a few more minutes like this.”

and so you stay like that, his head resting on your shoulder, arms around your waist, wrapped up in the quiet thrum of home.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖮𝖮

riwoo’s sprawled on the couch beside you, one arm draped around your shoulder as you snuggle into him, a blanket messily thrown over your tangled limbs and a bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

a romcom plays on the television—the kind that’s equal parts cheesy and charming—and riwoo’s been providing commentary on every single scene, ridiculous and exaggerated, leaving you wheezing with laughter, clutching your stomach. he looks so proud of himself every time you laugh, flashing that boyish grin every time you laugh, even when you playfully shove him for his hilarious comments.

you’re laughing more than watching.

and then, the ending hits. the music softens, the screen dims, and the two lovers finally reunite after being apart.

riwoo’s about to crack another joke when—

sniffle.

he pauses, turning to look at you, and his smile fades into something softer. “wait, are you crying?” he asks, his voice low, surprised.

you nod, wiping your cheek quickly. “it just got me, okay?”

without hesitation, he scoots in closer, tugging the blanket snugly around both of you, his fingers gently reaching for yours. “hey, come here.”

no more jokes. just his arms around you, chin resting on your head, and his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles into your palm—quiet, warm comfort wrapped in the soft glow of movie credits from the screen.

𝖬𝖸𝖴𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭

it’s still dim when jaehyun wakes, the room washed in blue-grey light. your limbs are tangled beneath the blanket, one hand resting over his chest, your breath brushing against his collarbone in a steady rhythm.

his lips lift in a soft smile when he looks at you. your lips are parted slightly, brows relaxed, your expression peaceful—like you’re perfectly content staying wrapped in his arms. his gaze lingers, tracing over your face, memorizing every curve softened by sleep.

he brushes your hair back, thumb gently grazing the slope of your cheek.

the minutes stretch on. he checks his phone. no emails, no messages, no noise. just the quiet beating of his heart, somehow louder in the stillness.

eventually, the boredom seeps in—not the restless kind, but the yearning kind.

so he leans in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your nose.

you groan, sinking deeper into the blankets. “too early.”

jaehyun hums, slotting his leg between yours, voice barely above a whisper. “i missed you.”

you sigh, exasperated, but you let him curl fully around you. he’s warm—annoyingly so. he smells like his body wash, and home.

and when he rubs his nose against yours and mumbles, “if you really want me to stop, i will,” you let out a tired laugh.

“don’t stop,” because even if you act mad sometimes, you still love his affection so much.

𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖲𝖠𝖭

taesan bursts through the door, soaked from head to toe, water dripping all over the entryway.

“you didn’t take an umbrella?” you ask, arms crossed, brows furrowed in disappointment.

“i forgot,” he says pitifully, hair plastered to his forehead and shirt soaked through. “it started pouring out of nowhere.”

your glare doesn’t falter—you’d reminded him to carry an umbrella, more than once. but he never listens.

he pouts a little and leans into you, like a wet kitten looking for sympathy. “comfort me. i’m wet.”

“you’re also gross,” you deadpan. “go shower before you catch a cold.”

when he reappears fifteen minutes later, his hair is damp and clean, shoulders bare, skin flushed from the hot water. he sits at the edge of the bed, and you kneel in front of him, gently toweling his hair dry.

he hums, soft and content, until you accidentally tug his ear a little too hard.

“ow.”

“sorry,” you say, trying not to smile.

he turns to pout at you, cheeks puffed like a cartoonishly. “you’re not being gentle. are you really mad at me?”

you chuckle, setting the towel aside and pulling him closer until his head rests against your stomach. he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed into your shirt.

“better?”

“mm,” he hums, already snuggling in. “much.”

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖫𝖤𝖤𝖧𝖠𝖭

leehan is sitting on the floor between your legs, his back warm against your ankles, and his cheek rested snugly against your knee. the living room is quiet, save for the soft hum of whatever show is playing on the television.

your fingers move through his hair slowly—carding out the little tangles, smoothing each strand with care. leehan hums under his breath as you part it carefully, smoothing it down before starting a braid.

your hands move in gentle patterns—over, under, over—and he tilts his head slightly to give you more space. he leans into your touch, shoulders relaxed, breathing slow and steady.

“is this okay? too tight?” you ask, pausing to lightly scratch his scalp

“no,” he murmurs, eyes closed. “feels nice.”

you finish the braid—neat and simple—but your fingers keep moving, combing through the rest of his hair with soothing, lazy motions.

he shifts slightly, turning his head to look up at you with that soft, half-lidded gaze that makes your chest ache a little. “let’s do nothing all day,” he says, voice thick with comfort.

you chuckle, brushing a thumb against his cheekbone. “that’s what we’re doing right now.”

he nods, satisfied. and you both stay just like that for hours, long after the braid is done—quiet tv, soft touches, and hearts full.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖧𝖠𝖪

you wake up to the softest poke against your shoulder and woonhak’s voice in your ear. “hey. wake up, please?”

you groan, blearily blinking at the clock. “it’s 1:30 in the morning. what do you need?”

he grins. “i’m craving ramen. come with me?”

you grumble but get up anyway, feet padding after him into the kitchen.

you sit on the counter, half-asleep and smiling as he throws absurd ingredients into the pot just for the sake of experimenting.

“strawberries are not for garnish,” you mumble, amused, watching him cut strawberries into tiny pieces.

“i just wanted some colour,” he laughs.

he keeps looking over his shoulder at you. you’re smiling in a sleepy, squint way: the one that he’s grown to adore so much. he cracks another egg into the pot, absolutely no reason other than wanting to hear you laugh again.

you don’t trust the ramen he’s cooking at all, but he’s glowing—loose tee, messy hair, eyes sparkling—and you let him play chef.

once the lid is on and the noodles are simmering, he sets the chopsticks down, steps between your legs, and leans in to kiss you. slow. warm. just because he can.

you kiss back, fingers curling into his hair—until your nose twitches.

“woonhak,” you murmur against his lips, “the ramen.”

he yelps, rushing back to the pot, cheeks flushed pink, clearly embarrassed for getting distracted so easily.

when it’s finally done, you eat straight from the pot (because who’s bothering with dishes at 2 am?). and somehow, it turns out edible delicious, even.

you sit side by side on the floor, knees bumping, chopsticks clinking, trying not to laugh too loudly.

you’ll probably regret this when you’re both running late in the morning—but that’s a worry for tomorrow.

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HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THSI????? #needthat

[taesanluv3r]

how do you think idol!woonhak and nonidol!reader met? i love ur little series for them🥺

tysm for ur ask!!! i havent had the motivation to write in a while but this ask made me think of the cutest scenario >3< hope u like it!

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the way we met.

trainee/soon to be idol!woonhak x non-idol!reader

no warnings, cutesy fluffy stuff! lowercase intended. pls excuse any spelling or grammatical mistakes.

wc: 1,579

starts under the cut!

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ding~

the bell above the cafe door rings, alerting the single employee working there and the two customers sitting inside that a fourth person had just walked in.

the barista, who stood behind the counter, lifts her head up to greet the boy who had entered. "hi, welcome to bread and butter! what can i help you with today?" she asks, her voice the perfect balance of confidence and charm. "hi! ummm..." he responds, then pauses to read the menu placed above both their heads. she uses this time to examine the guy in front of her.

this was the first time she'd ever seen him. strange. working part-time in that little coffee shop for the past two years, the girl thought she had practically met everyone who lived in the area - he must be from somewhere else. come to think of it, he did look a bit different from everyone else. his hair was evidently damaged - maybe he had bleached it before - and he wore a mask that covered half his face - strange, considering the virus had ended over a year ago at this point! he wore an adidas tracksuit, the top and pants a matching black set, and he looked like he had just worked up a sweat - ah! he probably came from that dance studio nearby...that makes sense. most of the kids her age that hung out around this otherwise old-people area all came from that dance studio...i mean, there's really nothing else around here to do anyways. if it weren't for the fact that she had to care for her lonely grandmother, she wouldn't choose to live here either.

"um...excuse me?"

the male voice shook her out of her head. "huh?" she responds, eyebrows furrowed. "yeah, um- i'm ready to order now...sorry, you were kind of zoning out" his sentence ended with a little giggle, still muffled from the contact of his lips to his mask. for some reason though his smile was crystal clear, maybe cause his eyes squinted into little crescent shapes as he spoke - or maybe, it was the fact that he had such a happy-sounding voice in general.

"oh! sorry...force of habit...what was it that you wanted to order? sorry" she rambled, her cheeks tinted red from embarrassment. "i'll have one iced americano and an almond croissant, please" she nods, beginning to input his order into the screen in front of her. "and would that be dine in or take out?" there was a moment of silence as the boy thought shortly about his answer. "i'll eat here, please" they share another silent nod. "alright, here's your total, just tap your card or phone when you're ready" the boy pulls his phone out of his pocket, tapping the backside of it against the 'tap to pay' machine.

"alright, take a seat wherever, i'll bring your food out in a second!" - "alright, thanks!"

the boy settles down in the table closest to the barista bar. he removes his mask as he takes in his surroundings. he had never been to this place before, despite practicing at the nearby dance studio for a while now. one of his friends recommended it to him, said the coffee was delicious and the barista working there was just as sweet as the pastries. he agreed with that, eyes wandering over to the girl who expertly began to press and drip his iced americano into a glass - she must've been working here long, everything she did in the bar looked so natural. her hair was tied up in a little bun, and it bounced along with her as she walked over to the tray of croissants. the brown apron she wore fit snugly around her waist and not after long the boy catches himself staring - only a second after she had caught him too.

"alright...here's your iced americano, and your almond croissant!" the barista girl - who doubled as the waitress today - smiled, placing the coffee and pastry onto the table. "wow~ thank you...er- huh..." the boy's puzzled expression confuses her. "what's wrong?" she asks, wondering if it were something she did or had said. "oh! sorry, i was just searching for your name but you don't have a name tag. and i've just- i've never met a barista with no name tag" he laughs awkwardly, this time his smile is fully visible. the girl scans his whole face for the first time, "...cute"

"what?"

her eyes went wide. "shoot! did i say that out loud?" she mentally slapped herself in the face. the boy laughs, amused at her sudden confession. "sorry...what i meant was that...um..." she didn't know what to say, so he spoke for her. "that you think i'm cute?" he asked, a snaggle-toothed smile still holding onto his lips. the girl sighed, pressing the serving tray against her chest in defeat. "yeah...i guess you are pretty cute- what are you, a trainee?" she giggles, shaking her head as if her words were so totally far from the truth.

"and what if i am?" he asks, lifting a single eyebrow up in question. "then...then i guess it'd make sense. i've never seen you before, but i've met some kids from the studio nearby- they say a few idol trainees practice there and i mean you're fit, handsome, and you kinda have that star quality vibe so...i guess...yeah"

the compliments laced in her speech-like ramble made the boy feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "well you're right, i am a trainee" the girl smiles, feeling prideful from her correct assumption. "cool! well, um...enjoy your croissant and...good luck! you know, with the training and stuff...hope you debut soon!" he shot her one last toothy grin, before she returned to her counter. "thanks"

for the next hour or so, the boy remained seated in the little coffee shop. he had finished up his croissant, and was about to finish the rest of his coffee too. the whole time he was sitting there, he couldn't help but watch the barista girl at work. he watched the way she smiled warmly as she greeted customers, the way loose ends of her hair would fall against her cheeks as she prepared cups of coffee, and the way she would occasionally steal glances at him, making them both shy as they looked the other way.

the guy only decides it's time to leave when a banner appears brightly on his phone, alerting him of his next practice hour. as he goes to swipe the notification away, another one comes in. a text from his friend, the same friend that had recommended this cafe to him before.

sanghyukie hyung: yo can u get me an iced choco to go plz. and dongmin wants an iced americano. thx 😁

he sighs, rolling his eyes as he replies with a single letter.

k 🙄

the boy gets up, making his way back to the counter. "hey, what's up?" the girl asks, a smile on her face. "hey, can i get an iced choco and an iced americano to go, please? i have to head to practice but my friends asked me to get them drinks while i'm here" she nods, finding the defeated expression on his face quite cute.

"okay, just tap when you're ready!" the barista girl says, pointing to the payment machine. "yup" the trainee boy replies, tapping his phone against it. "oh! and i'm gonna need a name for those drinks" she says, grabbing a sharpie from the pen holder to her right.

"oh, right! it's woonhak." there's this little glint in her eyes when he speaks, like she was a lot happier to learn his name than she should be. "okay then, your drinks will be ready soon!" - "yup, thank you"

just about 7 minutes later, the sound of his own name being called out nearly made the boy jump out of his skin. "iced choco and iced americano for woonhak!" he got up from the chair in the waiting area, and walked right up to the pick-up counter. "here's your drinks to go, enjoy- or, tell your friends to enjoy" she giggles, and he smiles (again. they're a very smiley pair). "thank you...um..." he trails off, eyebrows furrowing again. "oh! wait!" she exclaimed, catching him off guard as she disappears below the counter. she jumps back out a seconds later, "tada~" she cheers, pointing at the spot on her apron right next to her chest. the boy laughs, moving closer to finally learn the name on her tag.

"ah...thank you, yn"

there was something about the way he said it that made her stomach do flips. "you...you're welcome" they stared at each other for a bit, their gazes lingering - as if the rest of the little coffee shop was moving in slow motion. "um- well, uh...i have to go back to practice now...thank you, again" woonhak laughs softly, finding it silly how shy he was being around her. "right! um...fighting! come again soon" he nods, "i definitely will"

"it was nice to meet you, woonhak" the barista girl says finally, possibly the warmest smile she had ever smiled on her face. the trainee boy reciprocated, "right back at you, yn" waving softly as he began to leave.

little did the two smiley idiots know that this would be the start of a very sweet romance.

the end.

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THANK U AGAIN FOR THE ASK!!! haven't written in what feels like AGES so this was such a good way to get back <3 i think this little scenario suits hakie sm TT speaking of hakie HAVE U GUYS SEEEEN THE CONCEPT PICSSS they all look so good, cant wait for this cb!!!! thx again anon for giving me writing material :3 luv u! love, kona.

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GUESS WHOS OFFICIALLY 18 YEARS OLDDDD 🥹 here's a little bday photodump hehe <3 also i think i might write a fic soon! so pls look forward to it <3

[taesanluv3r]

release all ur woonhak ficssss

ahhh i dont have any in the works rn but i'll squeeze one out of me soon!!!!! pls look forward to it guys, i just need to get back on my writing groove :3